♡ warnings: fratboy!caleb x cheating fem!reader, toxic, possessiveness, smoking, daddy, humiliation, praise, degrading, overstimulation, a little angsty
♡ part 3 of fratboy!caleb series, thank you for being so patient with me dollies ilysm
“You wanna walk with me? He said he’s pulling up outside,” your friend asked, voice slightly raspy from the cough she’d been holding in after her last hit of the blunt. It didn’t feel like much of a request, though. The look on her face as she stood next to the front door, shrugging on a jacket, certainly said, ‘You’re walking with me whether you want to or not.’
Reluctantly, you stood up from your spot on the couch, which you were fairly certain you’d worn a dent in by this point. There were four of you in the living room—your best friend, her friend, and her friend’s friend. The names of the former two had faded from your mind hours ago, but at least you all had one thing in common: none of you had anywhere to go for winter break. You hadn’t bothered to ask why no one else was going home, not wanting to intrude, but everyone certainly knew why you were still on campus.
You wrapped the fuzzy blanket around you that had been thrown over the back of the sofa, too lazy to find your coat, and slid on a pair of slippers. As the two of you walked out of the apartment, leaves crunched beneath your feet, the air chilling you more than you’d expected.
“Where do you even know this guy from?” you said, your breath freezing mid-air.
“Uhh he was my lab partner in bio freshman year. He never really showed up, and he was kind’ve an ass,” she responded nonchalantly. “At least he’s not bad to look at.” The latter comment made the picture a bit clearer in your mind—the way you could see her eyes lighting up in your peripheral vision connected some of the dots.
“Mmmmh, well, if you were fucking him, we’d better get a discount on the weed.” She laughed at your comment, but you weren’t really joking. Anytime there was a break and all the campus plugs had gone home to spread holiday cheer or whatever it is that plugs do for winter break, they’d all jack the prices up—supply and demand, you know. Regardless, you didn’t have enough to last you guys the rest of the week—and this holiday situation was certainly something you weren’t going to face sober.
“Oh, I think that’s him,” she said, much to your relief, as the brisk air had worn through your makeshift robe already. Your thighs were barely covered by your pajama shorts—you were almost positive you’d catch a cold.
She pointed to a black Charger that was parked across the lot, ducked off beneath some trees, its windows tinted so dark, you could see your reflection in them. You were fixated on digging around in your pocket, searching for the ten-dollar bill that you’d crumpled up before you’d left.
The closer you got to the car, you could feel the bass of the music blaring through its speakers in your chest. Your friend had to tap on the window a few times to get the driver’s attention. You heard the window roll down, the smell of little cheap black-ice christmas trees and weed filled your nostrils. You were still on the hunt for the money when you heard a familiar voice.
“Well well well…” Your stomach dropped. Surely, when you looked up, you weren’t going to see who you thought you were going to see.
“Long time no see, huh, stranger?” Indeed, it was him, and when your eyes locked for the first time, all you could see was that shit-eating grin that always seemed to be glued to his face.
“You two know each other?” Your friend questioned, gesturing between your body and his.
“Oh yeah, we go way back. I’m cool with her boyfriend—although I’m pretty sure he went home for winter break. Don’t you always go back with him?” He was so smug it made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your eyebrows scrunching together in disgust.
“Ohhhh, he didn’t tell you? I thought you said y’all were cool?” she whispered, cringing through her teeth. Caleb raised an eyebrow, leaning back into his seat.
“Ehhh, I’m cool with a lot of people. Doesn’t mean I know all of their business. What, is there something worth knowing?” he said. Suddenly, you had two pairs of eyes on you—the dramatic tension was a bit suffocating.
“We broke up a while ago.” You wished you could’ve taken a photo of his face in that moment—his eyes were wide, cheeks turning red, jaw dropping just a little as if you’d told him some kind of ground-breaking news.
“I know, isn’t it so sad? They were so cute together,” your friend whined. Caleb cleared his throat.
“Mmh yeah, that’s a shame…” You could tell that he wanted to make a witty remark, but maybe the shock threw his brain off a little.
“Ehh, shit happens. So do you have the weed or…” you asked, passing the money to your friend. She added it to the wad of cash she’d collected from the others.
“Yeah, you want a three-five, right?” he asked, still searching your face for something, and oddly enough, not reaching for the merchandise.
“Yeah, what is it, like $40?” She straightened the bills, passing them to Caleb through the window. He looked down at it, seemingly amused by the offer.
“Nahh… I don’t think that’s gonna do it,” he said it so matter-of-factly.
“I mean, we’ve only got like—” your friend was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. She dug around in her pocket for it before answering.
“Yeah, what’s up?… uh huh… wait what?… you’re joking…alright yeah fine. Yeah, fine, give me a sec.” Throughout the entire exchange, you could feel Caleb’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head as you tried to distract yourself, suddenly becoming preoccupied with one of the loose threads that was hanging from your blanket coat. After only a few seconds, she’d clicked the phone off.
“I gotta go back to the house. They’re greening out…something about spiders in the walls or whatever.” She shuffled around with the money before passing it to you, “Don’t let him rip us off,” she said, giving you both a stern look before turning away back towards the apartment. All you could do was shut your eyes in frustration, an impromptu headache coming on at the thought of having to finish this exchange.
“Alright, if we can’t get a three-five, then what can we get for the $40?” you asked, already irritated from being left alone, and even more aggravated that you hadn’t asked your friend to leave her jacket for you.
“Uhh, nothing. You can only get a three-five, and I think I want…ehh $250 should do it.” You let out a small laugh.
“Be serious, Caleb. Hurry up, I’m cold.”
“I am serious. I want $250 for the weed.”
“We both know I don’t have $250, and even if I did, there’s no fucking way I’d give it to you for a three-five.”
“Damn… well, I guess no weed for you then, huh? Sucks too because I’m pretty sure I’m like the only one selling that’s still on campus.”
“There’s no way that’s what you’re charging everyone this week.” He hummed in agreement,
“You’re right. I charged everyone else $50. You’re not everyone else, though, are you?” he whispered. He noticed the way your thighs had been rubbing together, desperately trying to gain some warmth from the friction. He wasn’t sure why, but just the sight of your bare legs was making his brain fuzzy.
“Why are you so childish?” you asked, sucking your teeth. He had to hold himself back from smiling, loving the way you looked when you were this annoyed.
“I’m childish? You’re the one who’s been ignoring my texts for the last two months.”
“Ohh yeah, what? The dick pics you’ve been sending to my phone? What exactly is it that you wanted me to say, Caleb?”
“Just pictures? I could’ve sworn I sent some videos too.” He had. Almost every day, he had been sending the nastiest videos to your phone: moaning your name, begging you to come over, telling you how much he missed you—your pretty face, your mouth, your pussy.
“I know you watched them,” he said, noticing the way your eyes wandered off at the sudden change of topic.
“I was hoping that it’d make you miss me enough to break up with your boyfriend. Clearly, it worked,” he whispered, leaning over to press a button just below the air controls, unlocking the passenger door.
“Get in.” You scoffed at the command, genuinely appalled at the implication.
“I’m not fucking you for weed, Caleb.” He reached towards your door, grabbed the handle, and pushed it open a little.
“Who said anything about fucking? You barely have any clothes on. Your lips are gonna turn blue.” You could feel the warm air blowing through the crack of the door against your legs.
“What do I need to get in for if you’re not gonna give me the weed?” you said, rolling your eyes at this obvious attempt to get you naked. He did look good, though, and you swore you could see his biceps through the sleeves of his hoodie.
“Why must everything be so transactional with me and you, hm? Isn’t my company reason enough to get in the car?” he said, exasperation coating his voice. The statement was so theatrical that you thought he was joking; however, he was dead serious.
“No, actually. It isn’t,” you replied, pushing the door shut. He was silent as you turned around. You had only taken a few steps back towards the house before you heard him again.
“Okay, fine! You win!” You pivoted on your heels, still in your spot.
“What is it that I win, exactly?” you asked, feigning confusion, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Just… talk to me. I’ll give you the weed if you talk to me.” He was actually pouting as he admitted defeat.
“Ten minutes,” you said, pointing to him as you walked back.
“Thirty,” he said.
“Twenty. Final offer.” He nodded, just glad it was more than ten. He pushed the door back open for you.
You slid into the car, blanket still wrapped tightly around your frame. You were still shivering as you shut the door, rolling the window back up to protect yourself from the cool air. A wave of silence fell between you two; the only sound to be heard was the soft hum of the music and that of you blowing into your palms, trying to warm them back up.
“I miss you, y’know.” You let out a faint laugh at the comment, not needing to look at him to know that he was staring at you.
“Caleb, you miss having sex with me.”
“True… but I miss other stuff too.”
“Like what?” you scoffed.
“Like how you start rambling about space when you smoke too much, or the way you always ask me if I want the last slice of pizza, even though I always let you have it. I like how your nose scrunches up like a little bunny when you’re annoyed—see just like that,” he whispered, gesturing towards your face. You hadn’t noticed, but you were indeed doing it just then.
“Mmmh you’re sick, you know that?” you asked, finally turning to look at him, the annoyance in your voice obvious.
“You have fucked literally everyone on campus, and I can see how you keep getting away with it. All the ‘I just wanna talk bullshit’ and then magically, everyone’s clothes are off. Is that how you got that girl from the Halloween party to forgive you? I’m sure she saw us leave the bathroom right after each other.” It was like word vomit—for some reason, seeing his face had your blood boiling. It only enraged you more that he was so entertained by all of this, an amused twinkle in his eyes.
“Wait, that’s what you’re pissed about? I just did that to make you mad. I don’t even talk to her anymore, we—“
“See, that’s what I’m talking about! No normal person would think to do that. Why would you actively try to upset me?”
“Uhh, I don’t know, maybe because you do it to me too!” You rolled your eyes at the accusation.
“Don’t act like I’m lying either because you do that shit all the time! Fuck me, then you hold hands with your boyfriend in front of me, fuck me, and then you kiss him in front of me, fuck me, and then the same night I hear the two of you fucking through the wall.” You could see his entire body seemed to turn red, his hands balled into fists in the front pocket of his hoodie.
“I wasn’t trying to make you mad, Caleb, because I don’t care what you think! I don’t care about you!”
“No? Why’d you guys break up then?” He knew he had you then, when you finally shut up, wracking your brain for a snide remark.
“This is stupid,” you mumbled beneath your breath.
“Oh, right, now it’s stupid. Mind you, you started this.”
“See—again, like I said. You’re childish. You can’t accept the fact that I’m over you. That’s why I didn’t call. That’s why I didn’t text you back.”
“You do realize that being ‘over me’ implies that at some point, you were ‘under me’, right?” he asked, tongue pressed against his cheek. He did his best not to smile, but he was positive he’d caught you up.
“You’re ridiculous… You think you own me or something?” you scoffed.
“Oh, I don’t think I own you. I know I own you. Anyone who makes you do or say the shit that I can…anyone who makes you cum like I can… they control you.” A wave of silence washed over the two of you as you waited for some sort of punch line.
“Just give me my weed at this point, Caleb.” You said, fully ignoring his earlier comment, and tossing the balled-up cash into his lap.
“I don’t think it’s been twenty minutes yet. We can cut it short right now, though. New rules—“ he said, gathering the dollars you’d just thrown at him like a cheap stripper. He straightened the money out before reaching over you to pop open the glove compartment.
“Fuck the twenty minutes. You can keep the money and the weed.” He reached in, pulling out a little plastic bag.
“Oh wow… how professional,” you retorted, reaching for the money, but he snatched it away just before you could touch it.
“Not so fast. You can have it. All you have to do is look me in my eyes and tell me you’re over me again.” He pressed a button on the side of his chair, leaning it further back. His arrogance was, unfortunately, unsurprising. He waited for you to respond, sitting with that smirk on his face and his arms folded like he knew something you didn’t. You turned your whole body towards the driver’s side, locking eyes with him.
“Caleb, I’m over you.” You’d said it—not cracking a smile, not averting your gaze. You’d looked him in the eyes and said you were over him. He took a second to study your face, but that was quickly cut off by a hysterical fit of laughter.
“Wow… you couldn’t even try to mean it, huh?” he gasped out between cackles, tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.
“I do mean it. What, are you high?” you questioned, genuinely confused by his reaction.
“No, you don’t—you get this look on your face when you lie. Whenever he’d call to ask where you were, and you would come up with some bullshit about the library or the gym or whatever the fuck, you had this same look on your face. You’re a terrible liar, really. I don’t know how you got away with it for so long.”
“I don’t have a look, and I’m not lying!”
“No?” You didn’t even really have time to process what was going on before Caleb’s fingers were flipping the blanket away from your thighs. Without any hesitation, he forced your legs apart, the pad of his thumb rubbing right over your cunt through your shorts.
“No panties? Who exactly did you plan on seeing tonight, hm?” You grabbed his wrist, desperately trying to stop his fingers from any more exploration, but it was too late.
“Wow, baby. Is this what being 'over me' feels like?” It was impossible to deny as his fingers touched you directly, your wetness clinging to his skin.
“Caleb…” your voice came out so soft, almost whining, and he couldn’t have been any more smug about the way you were giving in to him so easily—a detestable smirk tainting his face. His middle finger found your clit effortlessly, sliding across your slit, brushing against the spot just so he could see the familiar look on your face—your eyes rolling into the back of your head with just a singular touch.
“Aw, what is it, baby? Am I not touching you right? I know it’s been a while, but I thought this was how you liked it,” he whispered, the veins in his arm prominent as his fingers slipped inside of you. Your hand was still limply wrapped around his wrist, your brain telling you to pull his fingers away, but you just couldn’t force your body to do it.
You felt his free hand snake up your chest, grabbing your face to force your eyes onto his. The look in his eyes—it was hungry, as if he’d been starving all of this time he’d been away from you, and now the sight of you, your lips parted, little moans escaping your mouth… it was almost making him drool.
“Did you miss me, sweet girl?” Even through the thick fabric of his sweatpants, you could see how hard he was getting, subtly bucking his hips into the air in time with his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy.
“Mmmmh…” you moaned out… desperately trying not to let any affirmations leave your lips.
“Go on… admit it,” he instructed, lips so close to yours that you could almost taste one another.
“Fuck you…” The words were barely audible, but he’d heard you.
“Yeah? That can be arranged, I guess. You don’t feel how fucking messy you’re getting my fingers, huh? You’re so much tighter than I remember… this pussy didn’t forget me that soon, did she?” He could feel the way you were already spasming around his fingers, your cunt sucking them in so tight, gripping them whenever he’d try to pull them out.
“You feel like you’re gonna cum already, princess—my poor baby, so pent up for me. You can cum, baby… go ahead. Fuckk—” You were getting so much wetter the closer you got, the sound of your heavy breathing and your cunt greedily sucking on his fingers only making him fuck into you harder. “Please…” he was almost whining as he slid his thumb past your lips, pressing it flat against your tongue. “Cum on my hand for me, baby. I missed you, and this, mmmh—this pretty pussy so bad. Be a good girl, and cum, yeah? It’s okay… I got you.” You were so close, tears were welling up in the corners of your eyes, but in the back of your head, you couldn’t forget Caleb’s words—anyone who makes you cum like I can… they control you.
It took all of the restraint you could muster up, and despite how foggy his fingers tapping against your g-spot was making your brain, you grabbed his wrist tightly, halting his movements.
“Wait… I want you to cum with me,” you said, your tone venomous, words muffled by his finger in your mouth. Your eyes were so wide, sweetly begging him as you guided his fingers away from your pussy… a small whine leaving your lips as you felt the sudden emptiness.
“Mmh… you might want to get yours first. I don’t think I’m gonna last too long, princess,” he whispered against the crook of your neck, lips brushing over your skin, his wet palm gently rubbing your inner thigh.
“How come?” you asked.
“I haven’t…” he groaned against you, the scent of your skin making him delirious, “Haven’t fucked anyone in a while.” You pulled back, genuinely shocked by the revelation. His eyes met yours once again, your face still squished in his hand.
“What do you mean by ‘a while?’” His eyes were glazed over, like he wasn’t even thinking straight anymore, seemingly intoxicated by your presence.
“Only you…” he whispered.
“What?”
“Since like the third or fourth time we… y’know—I’ve only been with you.”
“So, since Halloween, you haven’t…” You left room open, waiting for him to fill in the blank.
“No.” He noticed the way your eyebrows scrunched together at the confession, obviously in disbelief. The feeling of his fingertips tracing patterns along your flesh, paired with the breeze of the warm air flowing from the vent was causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
“How come?”
“Well, it’s not like I didn’t try,” he scoffed, a small fit of laughter cutting the tension, the familiar smile creeping onto his face. You could only roll your eyes, knowing that this exchange was quickly becoming unserious again. “I tried a few times. If I’m honest though…” he said, fingers slowly finding your slit again, dancing over your clit, “I can’t even get hard unless I’m thinking about you.” Your restraint was quickly resolving while his thumb rolled over your clit, your eyes fluttering shut with every little movement.
“You ruined me, y’know that, right?” his lips found your neck once again, pressing light kisses into your skin between words, “I…need…you.”
There was a moment where there were no more words spoken, just the light hum of the air whistling, and the wet sounds of his fingers sliding between your lips, his mouth peppering little kisses along your neck.
“I don’t care… if you cum fast.” He moaned against you as you spoke, “I just want to feel you.” A part of you meant it… the other part of you only said it because you were already so close, that if you didn’t get a break soon, you’d have to admit that he did, indeed, control you—or your cunt at least.
“Get in the back then,” he whispered against you, hand leaving your heat to reach toward the handle of your door. He pushed it open, the cold air brushing over your exposed skin. He leaned back towards his side, opening his own door. His eyes lingered on your figure for a little while, burning a hole into the side of your head, as if he were unsure whether you’d actually follow the instructions before stepping out himself, shutting the door to the driver’s seat behind him, only to get in the backseat.
“Don’t play like you’re above it… it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been back here, is it, baby?” He was just so fucking cocky, his tongue running across his bottom lip while you defiantly shut your door closed again, still in the passenger seat.
It had only been a few seconds after it slammed shut, but he wasn’t surprised when you crawled over the armrest, getting into the backseat beside him, only after sliding off your soaked shorts.
“You could be a little less smug, y’know?” you retorted.
“How could I? It’s like I keep winning the fucking lottery with you, hm?” He wasted no time pulling you into his lap, his lips wrapping around yours for what felt like the first time in forever. The two of you fit so perfectly together, his arms squeezing your body closer against his, your hands softly running through his dark hair. He couldn’t help but moan at the taste of you, his tongue searching every inch of your mouth, softly swirling around yours. Your hips bucked into one another against the fabric of his bottoms.
“Please…” you whined into his mouth.
“Please, what? Hm, baby—tell me what you want.”
“Stop teasing me, Caleb.”
“Aw…” he cooed, pressing another kiss to your lips, “Okay, okay, fine. How could I say no when you’re being so sweet for me?” he conceded, slamming his hand down against your ass. You started to get up, moving to bend over across the armrest, but his grip tightened around you.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, fingers lightly brushing across your cheek, eyes gazing down into yours. “I want you to ride me…I missed seeing this pretty face.” You nodded weakly as he slid his hand past the waistband of his pants, lowering them just a little before pulling out his cock. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him so hard—it was red and swollen, still slick from all of the pre-cum that had been slowly dripping out since you’d stepped into the car.
His hand was wet with both of your juices now, the sight making you whine against your will. Caleb had never looked so fragile. He was like a virgin, about to cum just from the feeling of your weight on top of him. You probably looked just as needy as he did, your cunt dripping against the fabric of his pants, chest heaving at the sight of his exposed length.
Yet… you couldn’t help but want to prove a point of some sort… the memory of you sitting on the bathroom floor, covered in your own spit while he walked out on you ringing in your mind, like it had been for the last two months.
You reached down between your bodies, grabbing his large hand in yours. You could swear you saw tears start to form in his eyes as he watched you run your tongue across his skin, from the base of his wrist to the tips of his fingers, sucking on them gently one by one.
“Jesus… you’re fucking evil, y’know that?” he said, mouth hanging open while he slowly inched two of his fingers towards the back of your throat.
“Please… fuck me.” The words leaving your mouth made him roll his eyes back into his head, his hips bucking against yours.
He let out a strangled moan as he slid the length of his cock between your lips, the sound of your wetness combined with his creating a filthy song. Slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock past your entrance, “Fuck—you’re so tight… loosen up a little bit for me, baby. Let me back inside my pussy, yeah?” He wasted no time finding your clit, softly rolling it back and forth, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. You could feel him smile against your skin as you stretched open around him. “Aw, I knew she remembered me. Good job… just like that.” He took note of the way your jaw tightened with every inch that slid inside of you.
“I’m sorry, princess, I know it’s big. You’re taking it so good for me, though, yeah? Just a little bit more—you can do it. I know you can, baby.” His voice was syrupy sweet while he slowly guided you the rest of the way down his length until you were fully planted onto his lap. It was so cold outside, but little beads of sweat had started to form on his neck, the heat of your bodies so close to each other warming the air.
“See, I told you that you could do it. You always take me so well, my pretty girl. I missed…mmh—I missed the way you feel so much…so fucking warm.” All you could do was moan against his fingers as his free hand dug into the flesh of your ass, slowly grinding you back and forth against him.
His lips met yours again in a kiss, somehow even more passionate than the last. He could taste the salt of your tears on his tongue when he’d kiss a little too close to the corner of your mouth. His other hand moved to find your clit again, toying with it faster than before.
He moaned against your lips as he felt the way your hole spasmed around him.
“I need to see you cum before I do. I miss the pretty little face you make when you let go for me… let me see it. Please… just do it for me, baby. Cum for your daddy.” The title was a dog whistle of sorts—paired with his fingers rubbing your clit and how full you felt with his cock inside of you, you were doomed. You did your best not to cum, and Caleb noticed the way you looked away from him, worried that the sight of his face alone would make you lose control.
That’s when it hit him… he could tell something was off by the way you kept trying to pull your hips away from his touch, quite literally running from his fingers.
“Wait a minute… you’re trying not to cum on purpose. You know, I thought it was weird earlier, when I was fingering you, I could feel you leaning away from me when I started going faster. I just thought you were in your head or something… but that’s not it, is it? You’re still playing a fucking game with me, aren’t you?” Before you could even try to deny it, he had repositioned his arm beneath your legs, lifting you off his lap. The sudden roughness caught you off guard as he laid your back flat across the leather seats, pushing your thighs apart in the process.
“What? Were you hoping you’d be able to—mmh get me close, huh? Make me beg you to let me cum, and then what? You’d leave me here with fucking—god, blue balls, and take the weed and the money and my pride or something? God, I’m starting to think you’re the childish one here, baby..” He looked like a poisonous snake waiting to attack as he leaned his mouth closer to your cunt. You tried to push your legs closed, but it was no use; he held you apart effortlessly.
“Aw, you’re so cute, tryna buck away from me, hm? I’m just so much stronger than you, and I’m not even really trying,” he whispered, eyes piercing into you, admiring the way your mouth hung open as you watched him press his tongue flat against your slit. You were already terribly close to the edge, and the feeling of his mouth vibrating against your clit while he moaned into you was making you whine even louder than before.
“I guess I was being too sweet with you, huh? Since I was…fuck, calling you pretty and begging you to talk to me, what? You thought you’d be able to bitch me like him, huh?” he spat. His words were barely sticking to you at this point—you were so dazed from the way his tongue was lapping up your juices, his fingers relentlessly thrusting in and out of your entrance. Every time you’d try to squirm away, his fingers only gripped your thighs tighter. The way the veins in his arms flexed as he pinned you down made your mouth water.
“I really… I wish you weren’t such a whore, baby. I wish you’d let me be nice to you, but you and this dirty fucking cunt… You both only listen to me when I’m mean, huh?” He knew you were about to cum, and he was positive that there was one way he could ensure that you wouldn’t be able to hold it back from him. All he had to do was keep talking.
“You gonna cum for me, hm? What—you’re not gonna make me beg for it, are you, princess? Want me to be a good boy for you and—fuck—beg for you to cum all over my tongue?” he pouted. The sudden change in tone had you writhing around beneath him, the prettiest noises leaving your lips while he gently sucked on your clit in time with his fingers fucking into you. “Yeah? Please cum for me, baby. Oh, wait, no, how was it that you used to beg for me? ‘Please… You feel so good. Please give me your cum, baby, I—“ There was no holding it back any longer, a series of nasty moans erupted from your mouth as you clenched and tightened around him, soaking his entire hand and dripping onto the leather seat beneath you, while Caleb praised you. “Fuckkkk just like that. Good job, princess. Aw, it’s okay, don’t whine. Don’t be sad because you lost… I know. I know you just can’t control yourself, huh?”
He watched the way your expression contorted as he slowly licked you through the orgasm, his tongue lapping up every drop of your wetness while you ran your fingers through his hair. To your surprise, though… his fingers had started to speed back up again. You could feel him smiling against you when he noticed that you realized he wasn’t done yet.
“Wait wait—oh my god. I can’t take it,” you whined, desperately trying to squirm away from his grasp, but he only pushed you further down.
“No? You’re still so fucking wet though. Why do you keep running from me, princess? C’mon, you wanted to play, didn’t you? Admit it,” he growled.
“What?” you asked, doing your best to follow the conversation despite the overwhelming sensation of him laughing against your cunt.
“Admit that I won.”
“Fuck off, Caleb. I’m not…” He interrupted your thoughts by brushing his fingers against the spot inside of you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head and your bottom lip catch between your teeth.
“Say it and I might let you up.” You were certain this time that he wasn’t joking, and the thought of having to cum over and over until you cried was definitely something that Caleb wasn’t opposed to seeing.
“Okay—fuck, you win you win you win…”
“Yeah? What is it that I win, exactly, baby?” he whispered, using your earlier quip against you, slowing his fingers just enough to let you catch your breath.
“What do you wanna hear, huh?” you desperately gasped out.
“Hm… I wanna hear that you belong to me. That might make me feel a little better.”
“Fine—I belong to you.”
“I know. It’s just nice to hear it,” he chucked, grip loosening on your thighs.
“Now, you can bend over for me.” Your legs were so weak that he had to guide your body this time. You were like a limp ragdoll as he gingerly draped your chest over the armrest, leaving himself with a perfect view of your ass. You were so slick, your flesh glistening in front of him; he couldn’t help but force his palm down against your flesh, reveling in the sound of the contact paired with your little yelp of surprise.
“What do you say, baby?” he taunted lowly in your ear as his hips rolled against yours, his grip firm in your hair, before sliding himself inside of you with much more ease than he had the first time. Your body knew him so well, whether you wanted to admit it or not.
“Thank you…” you moaned before his hand landed against your ass again—each time the same token of appreciation came from your mouth, and each time, he only hit you harder.
“I hated you for a while, y’know?” he said, growling through gritted teeth as his hips tirelessly slammed into you, his grip on your hair making your spine arch back away from him. “Hated you for—fuck—choosing him over me, for… making me want you so fucking bad. You’ve been so mean to be, baby, huh? What do you have to say for yourself, hm?”
“Sorry—I’m so fucking sorry oh my god…” you begged.
“You’re sorry, who? What was it that you used to call me when you were begging me to cum down your throat or on your tits or in this—shit—this tight fucking pussy? Say it. Tell me whose making you feel this good.”
“Daddy—fuck, I’m sorry, daddy.” The word clearly had the same effect on him that it did on you because the second it left your lips, you noticed the familiar feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you—desperately close to cumming. He could cum just from looking at you, but you both were so weak for the other’s words. Unable to fully accept defeat yet, you made one last attempt.
“Daddy, please…” you begged. “Please give me your cum. I need—” Without warning, your words were muffled by Caleb pressing his palm against your lips, his hand forcing you to stay quiet.
“Shut up. I know what you’re doing,” he instructed, fucking into you even harder than before now. You whimpered helplessly into his hand, drool staining his palm. You could taste your pussy juices still on his skin.
“Aw, what, is it, baby? Thought you were gonna be able to make me cum just with that filthy fucking mouth, huh? Poor dumb little girl… we both know I’m gonna win this silly game. So why don’t you just make it easy for us both and give up already, hm?” You were each too stubborn for your own good, but it was painfully apparent that you were both on the verge of cumming. The sounds of your hushed whines made Caleb’s hips stutter against you with every thrust.
"You think I don't know you? Think I don't know exactly the way your body shakes when you're about to cum? You're underestimating me, princess." He could feel you clenching down around him, desperately trying to steady your breathing just to keep from cumming all over yourself.
"You sure you don't wanna cum for me, pretty girl?" You were still protesting against his hand, your lips smushed down, words muffled beneath his palm. "I don't know if I believe you... this pussy sounds like she need it. She got so fucking wet for me, came so good all over my tongue. For someone so mean, how is your pussy this fucking sweet?" Every word only made you grip him tighter.
“Cum on this dick, baby… give it to me, please. That’s it…come on… It doesn’t matter how mad you get at me. You’re still always gonna be my good girl, huh? This is always—shit… this is always gonna be daddy’s pussy, isn’t it?” There it was—you’d lost, your ass pushing back against him as your wetness dripped onto your thighs. You were cumming. “That’s daddy’s good girl, fuck—you look so pretty when you cum, princess.” Just the sight of you twitching beneath him made him so weak. You could feel the way he throbbed inside of you while he watched the way you squirmed against him. He’d freed your lips just to hear the sweet sounds you made as you came around his dick.
“Fuck… I think I’m gonna cum, baby.” His voice was so desperate as you slowly felt him pulling out of you. You reached back to grab his hand in yours, gently placing his palm against the hollow of your throat, unintentionally causing his curiosity to rise as he felt an abnormal amount of wetness dampening your skin.
“I want you to cum inside of me… please.” When you leaned your head back to look at him, he finally saw what was making his palm so slick.
You hadn’t noticed, but the tears that had been building in the corners of your eyes since he’d first started touching you were now streaming down your face, dripping onto his wrist along with your drool.
“Aw, sweet girl… why are you crying, huh?” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against your wet cheek. You weren’t even exactly sure why you were crying. Maybe it was just the wave of emotions had started to overwhelm you.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, taking his hand off of your neck, opting to grab your face to force you to look into his eyes.
“No…” you trailed off.
“Don’t be like that. C’mon—tell me what’s wrong. Was I hurting you?” His hips were stilled now, mind solely focused on how he could get you to stop crying. You shook your head in disagreement, but you felt the way his body tensed against you, like he was afraid to make the wrong move.
“No, no, it didn’t hurt. I just—missed you, I guess.” You weren’t sure why you’d said it, and a part of you wished that you hadn’t, but the words made Caleb’s face contort in a way you hadn’t seen before—he almost looked like it pained him.
“I missed you so much…” he whispered, eyes still locked on yours. “I couldn’t get you out of my head—couldn’t even fucking sleep. You torture me, you know? Even in my dreams…”
“Caleb…”
“I know… I know you don’t feel the same, but I just— I can’t stop thinking about you. Even if I only get to have you like this, it’s okay—I just need you.”
“You don’t mean that…” you said, eyes slowly meandering away from his, but he jerked your face a little, making you look at him once again.
“I’m not saying it just because we’re fucking. I’d say it another time, but you’d just tell me to stop. This—fuck—this is the only way I can make you listen to me.” Every other word was interrupted by a ragged breath—he was barely able to keep himself from cumming, and he wasn’t even moving inside of you anymore.
“Remember how I said the person who makes you cum controls you?” He asked after letting out a series of moans and curses, his voice muffled a little against your flesh. You nodded weakly. “You control me,” he said. His voice was soft in your ear, warm breath tickling your skin as he placed sloppy kisses along your neck. He hadn’t even needed to move inside of you, just the sight of your back arching in front of him, the feeling of your walls squeezing around him from your earlier orgasm made him cum inside of you.
“I think I’m fucking addicted to you,” he whispered between kisses, almost pleading, as if it were a shameful confession. He leaned back to sit, pulling you up with him, his cock still inside of you while you sat on his lap. His chest and your back were glued to one another, both covered in sweat.
“Come stay with me for the rest of break,” he said, fingers softly dancing across your thighs, his strong arms wrapped around your body.
“What? You wanna spend the holidays together?” you laughed.
“Well, you’re already sitting on my lap. Tell Santa what you want, baby.” You could hear the smile in his voice, as his chest softly rose and fell in time with yours. You’d started to ask why he wasn’t going home for the holidays, but for the moment, you were just happy with the idea of being with him.
“Mmmmh...” you wracked your brain for the most outlandish thing you could think to ask for. "I think a car just like this one," you whispered. He hummed in agreement, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“I could make that happen. We should get it wrapped in your favorite color too,” he conceded. "You can have anything you want, princess. You own me."
♡warnings: fratboy!caleb x cheating fem!reader, toxic, possessiveness, drinking, daddy, spit, extreme denial, humiliation, praise, degrading, hair pulling for like five seconds, finger sucking, FLOOR LICKING (don't freak out)
♡ uhh caleb fucks you in a ghostface mask while your boyfriend is in the other room
♡ sound bite: “Didn’t I tell you that we— no, that this is over.” Your fingers gestured between the two of you. “Yeah, I think I do remember you saying that. I guess I got kind of confused, because right after that, you begged me to spit in your mouth. And then, right after that, you sucked my dick so fucking sloppy and then you said ‘please daddy—’”
♡ a/n: this is the part two to ice cream cake!! had to reposttttt no edits just rawdogged from the drafts
“Guess who.” You could barely hear the masked figure’s voice over the music, which had its bass boosted so much that the beat had been making your stomach turn for the last fifteen minutes. It was a lazy costume— just a Ghostface mask, accompanied by a fitted black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants—absolutely no effort. The owner of the voice was towering over you, the mask obscuring their face, but the body was undeniably familiar.
“Can’t you find anyone else to irritate tonight?” He let out a light chuckle before sliding the mask off, his face tinted under the neon red lights of the room.
“Irritate?” He scoffed. He took a second to run his fingers through his disheveled hair before the two of you were suddenly obscenely close. He leaned into you, arm reaching for the cabinet above your head, lips inappropriately close to your ear, as he whispered, “Do your nipples always get that hard when you’re irritated?” His chest brushed against yours ever so slightly before the heat of his body was gone again, a fresh plastic cup now in his hand after he’d shut the cabinet. You looked down and sure enough, there they were, the outline of your nipples popping through your too-tight costume.
“You look good, by the way. The whole uh—whore thing is working for you.” He said, letting out a melodic laugh while he poured himself a drink of whatever cheap liquor was in the closest bottle.
“What are you supposed to be anyway?” It’s hard to mistake a Snow White costume for anything else—he knew who you were. Even if the bottom of your ass was hanging out of the skirt and your tits looked like they were one dance move away from falling out of the cheap velour top, a slutty Snow White costume is very clearly a slutty Snow White costume. He just wanted to see the annoyed look that was now staining your face. You rolled your eyes at the question before moving your cup closer to the mouth of the bottle, motioning for him to top off your drink.
“You said I’m dressed as a whore, didn’t you? I decided to be your mother for Halloween.” He hissed out at the reply, feigning shock.
“Wow… liquor makes you mean. You’re so much sweeter when you’re high, huh, baby.” He wasn’t even trying to be quiet, and if it weren’t for the fact that everyone else was too busy playing a game of beer pong in the next room, which your boyfriend was currently enjoying, someone certainly would’ve heard him on their way past the kitchen. You choked on your drink.
“Are you insane?” Your response only made him laugh even harder.
“What did I say wrong? I thought you liked it when I talked to you like that—you certainly did the other night when you were cumming all over me in the backseat of my car. What was it that you said again? Hm…” He took a second, pretending to rack his brain for the next line. “Oh yeah, it was something to the effect of uhh ‘please daddy, let me cum.’ Uhh, you said something else too—'you’re fucking me so good, daddy. Please cum inside of me, I need your babies.’ You’re such a tough girl until I start playing with that pussy, huh? Then you’ll do or say just about anything I tell you to.” He recalled the series of events so casually, as if he were talking about the weather.
“Didn’t I tell you that we— no, that this is over.” Your fingers gestured between the two of you.
“Yeah, I think I do remember you saying that. I guess I got kind of confused, because right after that, you begged me to spit in your mouth. And then, right after that, you sucked my dick so fucking sloppy and then you said ‘please daddy—’” You cut him off before he could finish, sensing another sequence of mocking was on the way.
“I told you that I’m not doing this anymore. The sneaking around is just too much for—” Now you were the one getting cut off. Not by Caleb, though, no, instead the sound of a lilted voice floated through the room, causing you to take a larger-than-normal step away from the man.
“Oh my god, baby! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” It was a dark-haired girl in a cheap little red riding hood costume who had clearly enjoyed a few too many Jell-O shots, but still, you weren’t quite sure who she was calling baby. That is, until she closed in on Caleb, their bodies now impossibly close as she craned her neck up, inviting a kiss. A sudden surge of rage boiled inside of you when he obliged, his veiny arm slithering around her waist, his tongue making its way past her lips. They were making out as if no one else was in the room. In fact, you would’ve thought you had become invisible if it wasn’t for Caleb’s eyes locking onto yours over her shoulder. He was watching you, searching for some sort of reaction, and the more irritated you looked, the longer they kissed. In fact, if it hadn’t been for someone calling for the girl to come play the next round of beer pong, you were almost positive they would’ve fucked in front of you. Finally, their mouths parted, a filthy string of saliva connecting them before the girl skipped away, leaving the two of you alone once again. You took the rest of your drink to the head as Caleb continued studying you, a shit-eating grin painted across his face, his hair ruffled from her fingers running through it, the print of his dick evident in those sweatpants.
You poured another drink—brown liquor and some soda.
“Sorry, we got interrupted. You were saying something earlier, right?” he asked. It was as if the earlier performance had never taken place.
“Mmh, well yeah. You got a little busy there for a second, I guess. A new addition to your brothel?”
“Jealous?” You immediately scrunched your face in response.
“I’m just asking because it would be crazy for you to be jealous, you know, considering uhhh—the whole you cheating on your boyfriend with me thing, right?” You nodded in agreement, but Caleb noticed the way your nostrils flared when he said it.
“There’s really nothing to be jealous of, though, is there? I would have to actually like you to get jealous, Caleb, and if I haven’t made it clear by now, I don’t like you. You’re a good fuck, but that’s about it.”
“Oh wow, just ‘good?’” You nodded again, stomach now in knots, either from the recent production that had just taken place or from the cheap alcohol on an empty stomach.
“Really? So, you don’t think about me when you’re with your boyfriend, right? Like when he’s inside of you, you’re not closing your eyes to imagine it’s me. I mean, I guess it would be hard to—after all, you always seem to mention how I’m so much bigger than he is.”
"I've never said that." You rolled your eyes as you replied.
"No? I could've swore you said, 'Oh my god, daddy, you're stretching me out so good.' Then I said, 'Does your boyfriend fuck you this good, baby?' And then you said... damn, I don't wanna mince words. I think it was, 'No one fucks me better than you, your dick is so big you're so much bigger. I can barely take it.' Blah blah blah. That was just the last time, by the way. Should I recount a few others? Hmm let me see, there was that one time where you--" You had to cut off the monologue that was about to ensue.
“Caleb, I don’t think about you, ever. I’m glad you’ve found someone—really, she’s quite classy.” He leaned back against the countertop as he surveyed your body language once more. You were far from convincing. You were jealous, and it was obvious and illogical, but it was true, nonetheless.
“I think about you, y’know.” The smirk was gone, replaced by an expression that you hadn’t really seen before, almost like he meant it.
“When I’m with other girls, I mean—I think about you. The way your eyes roll back into your head when I slide my fingers inside of you, or the way you whine when I slow down to make you beg me. I think about the way you feel, how your mouth is always so warm and so—so fucking wet when you suck my dick. It keeps me up at night sometimes.” A wave of silence fell over the two of you, your eyes searching his now. He’d never said anything like that before. In fact, unless he was looking for something filthy to say in bed, he never brought up your boyfriend or any of the members of his personal harem at all. At first, it was just sex, but then it turned into staying for another round, or do you wanna order something to eat? Before you knew it, the two of you would fall asleep in each other’s beds. It was complicated, to say the least.
“Right. Well, what about your little girlfriend?”
“What about her? She’s something to do when you decide every two weeks that you’re gonna turn your life around and play the good, dutiful girlfriend. We’re on and off—” His fingers motioned between your bodies. “When me and her are on, it’s only because me and you are off.” Brutal honesty has always been a quality of Caleb's.
“That’s fucking awful, Caleb. Really, I mean, you can’t just keep stringing these girls along if—”
“Are you seriously giving me a fucking lecture right now, like you’re some saint?" He laughed through the words. "You’re the one who's been smiling in your boyfriend’s face for the last year as if every other night you haven’t been fucking me, so don’t tell me about right and wrong, alright? If I’m so awful, then what does that make you?” It was true. You were no better than Caleb was at the end of the day, and that thought was beyond unsettling. You wanted to say something back, give a witty rebuttal, but the words were caught in your throat. He had never thrown it back in your face like this before, and an overwhelming wave of emotions came over you once he did.
He knew he had gone a little too far when you didn’t even bother to argue with him, but those words had been building in his chest for months now, and before he knew it, they’d slipped out. You tossed your cup into the trash can and walked in the opposite direction. You couldn’t even hear the sound of your heels clicking against the wooden floors as you paced down the hallway, desperately searching for whatever bedroom the host of this party had used as the designated coat closet for the evening.
Just as you thought you had spotted a familiar door, though, you felt a warm hand grip your wrist, pulling you into another room, shutting the door before flipping on the light switch. It was the same tall figure, Ghostface mask back on. Your heart was beating out of your chest as he cornered you until your back was against the door, his body glued to yours. His knee was between your thighs as he leaned down to meet your ear.
“Don’t—please, don’t walk away from me again.” It was a plea, his voice clear through the plastic mask which he’d only bothered putting back on, so none of his whores knew it was him going down the same hallway as you.
“Caleb, I’m serious. I can’t do this with you anymore. This is wrong. I can’t keep—”
“I know, but just… just let me touch you one last time, then, yeah? Let me make you feel good one more time before you go.” It was horrible, really, the way you were squirming against him as his hand slowly slid under the bottom of your skirt. There was nowhere to hide; the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom quickly cut through the little buzz that you had.
“You can tell me to stop, and I will.” He always said that. In fact, it seemed like the one time he wasn’t joking around was whenever he said that.
“I know,” you whispered. His index finger halted just against the hem of your panties, right where your thigh meets your hip.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He could feel you tremble beneath his touch, little gasps leaving your lips as his fingers danced along your skin.
“Please. Please touch me.” He hummed with approval.
“‘Please touch me,’ who?” He wasn’t being smug now or doing it to tease you; he just needed to hear it one last time.
“Please, Caleb, touch me.” He did.
“Oh my god. You’re so fucking wet for me, huh? When did that happen, princess?” This was a new nickname, probably liquor-induced, or maybe your costume inspired the creativity.
“I— I don’t know.” That was a lie. He took his time sliding his finger along your slit, your wetness making it hard for him to concentrate.
“No? You sure it wasn’t when you saw me kissing her? When I was looking at you while I grabbed her, when I was—shit—thinking about your fucking body when I touched her.” All you could do was whine, terrified that any sounds above a certain decibel would be heard through the door.
“You gonna let me taste you, pretty girl, hm? Can I taste what a big fucking mess you’ve been making for me all night?” You nodded fervently, desperately hoping that he would follow through with the offer, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed his free hand against the hollow of your neck, your throat so little in his grasp that he could almost wrap his fingers all the way around you.
“Speak,” he commanded as his middle finger slid past your entrance without warning. You bit your lip to hold back the nasty moan that was almost released.
“I wanna feel your mouth, please.”
“Aw, look at you, using your manners. There she is—my perfect girl. You gonna be good for daddy?” His fingers were so deep, curling just right inside of you, his entire palm rubbing against your clit with every thrust.
“Yes, daddy. I promise, just please—go faster.” You heard a light chuckle escape the mask at your request.
“Faster? What, like this?” He sped up, so good and so deep, just how you liked it. He had learned your body so well, learned exactly what gets you off, and if it was up to him, he’d make you cum over and over again just to hear the pretty noises you’d make.
“Oh wow, princess. You’re getting so fucking tight around my fingers—you gonna cum already?” A string of desperate pleas left your lips.
“Yeah? Yeah, are you sure you wanna cum? You think you deserve it, baby?” He was whispering so sweetly in your ear. You were so close—painfully close, and Caleb knew it. Two more seconds and you were about to cum—so he pulled his hand away. Just before he could whine in protest, his grip on your neck tightened, his other palm slamming back down against your clit simultaneously.
“Ow, what the fuck is your problem?” It was louder than you’d intended, but the sudden switch caught you by surprise.
“You didn’t actually think I was gonna let you cum, did you?” He was genuinely amused; a laugh, almost hysterical, erupted from his chest. It wasn’t until right now that you realized, this wasn’t a goodbye fuck, no, this was a revenge fuck. He had you pinned against the door, and no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to unwrap your leg from his body, giving him perfect access to your cunt. So, he smacked it again. You shut your eyes together at the sensation.
“Why would you think that I would give you a gift, when you’ve been so mean to me?” he asked. He wasn’t being sarcastic either; this was a genuine question.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” His palm came down against your clit once again.
“See, wow—there’s that filthy mouth I’m so used to. Y’know, you always say how bad you feel for doing this to your boyfriend—how it keeps you up at night because you just feel so terrible, but do you ever think about what you’ve done to me?” he asked. Now you were really confused.
“It makes me sick to think about him touching you—touching what belongs to me,” he continued.
“You don’t own me, Caleb.”
“You sure? Because I’m pretty sure this—" he said, hand cupping your pussy entirely, the pressure on your clit forcing you to push against him. “This fucking pussy is mine. It seems like she’s who controls this body, huh? Not your brain.”
“See—you’re fucking humping my hand all on your own. I’m not even doing anything anymore. Is that something that someone who isn’t controlled by their pussy would do?” It was true. You weren’t trying to, but it was like you were drawn to his touch, the two of you clinging together like magnets as you desperately tried to get some sort of relief.
“Whose pussy is this?” He tightened his grip on your throat a little more, jerking your head to force your gaze back on him. The whole thing was so fucked up—you writhing against him, his hand under your skirt, and he still hadn’t even bothered to take the mask off.
“Fucking answer me or I’m gonna make you get caught.” Before you could even ask what he meant by that, his hand came down on your cunt harder than before, forcing you to let out a scream. You reached up to cover your mouth, but he stopped you in your tracks. “Don’t move your fucking hands or I’ll slap your clit harder. Tell me who owns this little hole, huh?” He noticed your hands freeze in submission as he rolled his thumb around your clit, gently soothing the ache.
“You do—shit. It’s your pussy,” you whimpered in defeat.
“Yeah? What about these, huh?” He let your throat go before roughly reaching into the top of your costume, his hand pulling one of your tits out. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and middle fingers, not shy about pinching it at all.
“These mine too? Last time we—fuck—“ he slid a finger back inside your cunt. “Last time we fucked, you said you wanted my babies. It made me so hard. Thinking about these pretty fucking tits getting so full if you were pregnant, y’know. After you went home that night, I jerked off thinking about it. I just know, you’d look so cute… pregnant with my babies—tits full of milk. Would you let me taste it, princess?” You couldn’t even think clearly anymore. The feeling of the pad of his finger rubbing against your g-spot made your mouth hang open—Caleb thought it was cute how pathetic you looked.
“Yes, yes, I would. I would let you because they’re yours—your tits, please don’t stop.”
“Oh yeah? I don’t know if I believe you, baby. You think you can convince me?” He slid his finger back out, rubbing his entire palm against your clit, reveling in the way you had to try so hard to stay quiet.
“Get on your knees.” Before you knew it, he took his hand out of your panties, leaving nothing but the wet fabric to rub against you. One by one, he watched as the soft skin of your knees touched the cool tile beneath you, your eyes wide and watery, thighs pressing together in agony.
“Kiss my dick.” You reached for the waistband of his pants before he grabbed both of your wrists in his hand, forcing them above your head against the door.
“Did I tell you to take it out or did I tell you to kiss it?”
“You said to kiss it.”
“Right—what a smart girl for daddy. So go ahead and kiss it.” He took a step closer to you, your knees between his legs, his clothed cock so close to your lips. You placed a soft kiss against the fabric.
“Mmh, good job, baby. Now lick it for me.” You whined at the request.
“Please just…” The words were caught in your throat.
“Just what, baby, huh? Tell daddy what you want.”
“Please just take it out. I want to taste you so bad.” He couldn’t help but stifle a moan at the familiar sight, you beneath him, begging to suck his dick.
“But you don’t deserve it, baby. If you’re not mine, then I’m not yours either.” He took another step forward, forcing your head against the door completely now. “This is how I treat my toys, huh? The girls that you always bitch about seeing me with—this is how I fuck them. This is what it feels like to not belong to me. It’s what you wanted, so fucking lick my dick through my pants.” You did, sticking your tongue out flat against him, leaving a wet trail behind. You could tell he was forcing himself to be quiet, but all you wanted was to hear him moan.
“Again. Make out with it, baby, come on. Maybe I’ll use your throat if you do a good job for me.” You left kisses and spit all over every inch of his clothed crotch as he kept you pinned against the door.
“Does it not feel good? You’re so quiet,” you whispered between kisses. He took his free hand to reach down and grab your face, forcing your gaze on him.
“It does feel good, baby. But I have to be quiet because I’m punishing you. I know it makes your cunt so fucking sloppy when I moan for you, right? So that’s why I’m not doing it.” He freed your wrists, kneeling in front of you on the tile, his other hand still on your cheeks.
“Turn around.” It wasn’t much of a request, really, so you did. By now, both of your tits were hanging out of the dress, your panties barely concealing anything after being pulled to the side before. You felt his hand slip beneath your skirt again before he straightened out the fabric, covering your pussy fully now. Before you could fully comprehend how odd this was, you felt something warm between your thighs. It slipped in and out, brushing ever so lightly against your clit—it was unmistakably his cock.
“You didn’t think—mmh—" he took a beat to continue, forcing himself to swallow his moans. “You didn’t think I was going to fuck you, did you?” His hands made their way to your hips, gripping them so tightly that it stung.
“Bend over for me, princess. Elbows on the ground.” You wanted to protest, but he tightened his grip on your hips when he felt you hesitate, so you did as he asked. Your ass was in the air; a smooth arch left in your back as you got on all fours.
“Now see—this is just fucking pathetic, really. I mean, do you want me to play with you that bad, baby?” He wasn’t going to move until you agreed, and you both knew it.
“Please… use me.” The shit that was coming out of your mouth would’ve been shocking if you’d said it to your boyfriend, but Caleb knew that getting you like this was inevitable. He wasted no time, sliding himself against the fabric of your panties again, his balls rubbing against your tulle skirt as he grinded into you.
“Repeat after me, pretty girl. Say ‘thank you, daddy.’” You spat it back out verbatim. He pushed one of his hands against your spine, forcing you down even further.
“Say ‘I’m sorry for being such a slut.’” You did.
“Say ‘I don’t deserve to feel daddy inside of me.’” Wait, what? Was he actually still not going to fuck you? He reached forward to grab your face once again, pushing your cheeks together in his grip.
“Fucking say it,” he demanded, almost growling.
“Caleb… please. I need—"
“I don’t really give a fuck what you need, if I’m honest, baby. Toys don't have needs, right? This isn't about you, right now. You just wanna fuck me, well this is what it's like when you fuck me instead of me fucking you. Make sense?” His fingers slid past your lips, forcing themselves towards the back of your throat as he kept grinding into you like he was fucking a pillow. You gagged against his hand, drool sliding down his wrist.
“You make a mess, you’re gonna be the one cleaning it up, princess.” You were, indeed, making a mess; a pool of spit had now formed beneath you.
“Fuck, this cunt is so warm, even through your little panties, baby, I can still feel how messy you are for me. You wanna feel daddy cum on your pussy, huh?” You were basically panting now, your hand limply wrapped around Caleb’s wrist. You tried to speak against his fingers, but it was useless.
“Huh? What’s that, sweet girl? You do want me to cum all over these pretty fucking panties? Are you sure? I mean, if I cum now, then I’m not sure I’ll have the energy to fuck you later.” You tried to protest, but you were so muffled that the words were indistinguishable.
“Fuck, okay, baby. Whatever you want. Come on, princess, rub yourself on daddy so he can cum for you. Come on, pretty girl, do a good job for me.” You couldn’t even stop your hips from moving if you wanted to, desperately hoping that if you grinded fast enough, you’d be able to cum too… but it was no use. Just before you were getting to the edge again, he stopped. You knew he was close too, but he was so determined to torture you that he refused to rub against you one second more if it meant you would cum when he didn’t want you to. You were crying at this point, tears staining your face as the frustration finally caught up to you.
“Aw, what? What is it, baby? Did you think I wouldn’t notice you were trying to cum too?” You didn’t even bother to respond at this point.
“I could tell. You were pushing these pretty hips against me so fast, humping me like a little bunny. Really, you’re not so stupid that you thought I couldn’t tell what you were doing, are you?” He slid his fingers out of your mouth, forcing even more of your spit to drip onto the tile. He heard you sniffling over the soft sound of the music blasting in the other room.
“Are you crying, princess? Oh, my sweet girl. Daddy didn’t mean to make you cry. Shhhh… It’s okay, baby. I got you, yeah?” He wrapped his arm around your waist now, leaning you back so you were flat against his chest. You could feel his heart beating erratically against you, his dick flush against your lower back.
“Let me make it up to you, huh? Can you be a big girl and do one more thing for me? I’ll let you cum after, okay? Pinky swear.” He reached for your hand as you shook in his arms, wrapping his little finger around yours. You nodded weakly in agreement.
“Alright, princess.” He slid his fingers across your face, a trail of your own spit coating your skin before reaching around to the back of your head. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as he leaned into the crook of your neck to whisper.
“You see all the drool you got on the floor, baby?” He took his free hand to pull off the mask, and finally, you felt the skin of his cheek against your shoulder. He leaned over you and stuck his tongue out above the floor, forcing a trail of his own saliva to coat the already slick ground. “Lick it up.” You had never seen this side of Caleb before; this almost sadistic energy that he had was foreign. You were waiting for him to laugh or say a punchline because, clearly, he couldn’t have been serious.
“Caleb—that’s so embarrassing.” It was beyond embarrassing. It was actually just gross.
“You’ve been embarrassing yourself all night, though, baby. When you stuffed your face against my cock trying to lick me through my pants—that was embarrassing. Or how about just now when you were calling me daddy and begging me to use you—also embarrassing. What’s one more time?” His logic was ridiculous. He placed a soft kiss on your neck just below your ear. It was the first time you had felt his lips against you all night, and it made you squirm under his touch.
“Show me you can be good one more time and I’ll let you cum in my mouth, yeah?” Probably under any other circumstance, this would not have been enough to sway you, but being edged over and over and over again had made your brain fuzzy, and the only thing you wanted at this point was to cum.
So, you sat up on your knees, Caleb’s hand still against your scalp as he guided your face towards the floor.
“That’s it, baby.” You closed your eyes, the thought of licking saliva off of someone else’s bathroom floor making your stomach turn. Either way, it wasn’t long before your tongue was against the cool tile, lapping up a pool of yours and Caleb’s drool.
“Aw, you’re so fucking nasty for me, huh, princess. Look at you following directions so well. That's it. Eat up all of daddy's spit. Just a little more—you missed a spot.” He guided your head a little to the right, watching as your tongue danced along the tile before he was finally satisfied.
“That’s my girl. You did such a good job for me. You ready for your treat now, princess?” You nodded like an excited puppy.
“Okay, turn around for me, hm. Let me see your pretty face.” You faced him now. Finally seeing his gaze again, skin flushed, pupils dilated, his hair was a mess, but he still looked so fucking good.
“Aw, baby. I’m sorry I had to be mean to you, yeah? No more tears, okay? Lie on your back for me. Let daddy kiss it better.” You wasted no time pressing your back against the wet tile. He laughed at your urgency.
“You need it that bad, princess? Spread your legs for me, let daddy see you,” He grabbed one of your thighs, draping it over his shoulder as his fingers slid your panties to the side once more.
“Baby, she’s so swollen, aw. I’m so sorry. Daddy’s pussy must hurt real bad, huh?” You whined in response as he brought his lips closer to you.
“Yeah? Let me get a better look at the damage.” He spread your lips apart with his thumbs, exposing your hole to him, which had been clenching around nothing for god knows how long at this point.
“Damn, baby. I bet if I just kiss this clit a little, you’d cum so quick, huh?” He did. His lips pressed the softest kiss on your clit before licking one long trail up your slit.
“You taste so needy for me, princess. You need daddy to let you cum, huh? Should I make this pussy cum in my mouth?” A string of praise left your lips, begging him to lick you just a few more times.
“What if I suck on your clit a little bit? You think you can cum like that, baby?” He laughed at the way you whined beneath him, your thighs shaking against his grasp. You felt him spit onto your cunt before licking it back up again.
“You wanna cum for me, sweet girl, hm? Repeat after me again,” He was muffled as he spoke against you, the vibrations from his mouth only bringing you closer.
“Say ‘thank you, daddy for licking my pussy even though I’m an ungrateful brat.’” You didn’t even care anymore. You said it.
“Mhm, now say ‘I promise I won’t be jealous of other girls anymore because daddy doesn’t treat any of them as good as he treats me.’”
“Say ‘daddy eats my pussy so much better than my boyfriend.’”
“Say ‘daddy’s gonna let me cum on his tongue if I say the next thing he tells me to.’”
“Say ‘I’m gonna break up with my boyfriend.’” His mouth stopped moving immediately. You froze beneath him, knowing that this was really what all of this was about.
“And don’t repeat it if it’s a lie, baby.” He whispered against you, placing a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. You stayed quiet.
“That’s what I thought.” He wasted no time picking his head back up, gently pulling your thigh down off of him.
“Wait, Caleb.”
“Y’know, you’re right. We can’t do this anymore.” He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping the wetness from his face as he stood. You sat up, eyes wide in disbelief.
“Until you get rid of him—I’m never touching you again.” He didn’t laugh or crack a smile. He was dead serious.
“Happy Halloween, princess.” It wasn't a genuine statement, but it wasn't like he sounded sad. No, it was almost a dare, a challenge of some kind. He left you there, sitting on the bathroom floor, panties soaked against you, and he closed the door behind him without looking back.
♡ warnings: fratboy!caleb x cheating fem!reader, drug use, dirty talk, caleb is kind of an asshole, spit, condescension, brat taming
♡ summary: you fuck your boyfriend's frat brother, caleb
♡ soundbite: "What is it, baby? Do you want a kiss, hm? You know kissing is really intimate. If your boyfriend wasn't going to leave you for being such a little whore and bouncing on my dick...surely if I kiss you, he'll have no choice but to break up with you. You know I'd--fuckkk--I'd hate to get in the way of a happy home."
♡ a/n: uhhh all of my fics got deleted... so i guess imma reupload all three parts of fratboy caleb surpriseeeee
It was hot—too hot. Every inch of your skin was sticky with sweat as you desperately tried to focus on your breathing, worried that everyone else could hear how loud your heart was beating in your chest.
“She’s gone, man.” One of the voices spoke out from the couch on the other side of the tiny room that you couldn’t be bothered to try to identify. You gently tapped your foot in time with the song that played softly from someone’s phone —you wanted to ask what the name of it was, but every time you tried, you’d lose your train of thought, the cloud of smoke taking over all of your senses.
“Told you she was a lightweight.” This voice, you did recognize, and despite how calm you’d been only a few seconds earlier, your mood was ruined immediately.
“Shut the fuck up, Caleb.” Your tone lacked conviction. It came out as more of a question than an order, making the dark-haired boy across the room smile as he inhaled another round of smoke.
“Ouch… you’ve wounded me,” he said, slamming his hand against his chest, biting his bottom lip in a clear attempt not to laugh in your face.
“Be nice, babe. Caleb’s just fucking with you, right?” The man next to you spoke up, languidly rubbing your shoulder as he leaned back into the beanbag the two of you shared in the corner. Caleb held his hands up in surrender,
“You know me—a jokester.” You rolled your eyes, scrunching your nose in annoyance at the sight of him, but he couldn’t have been any more amused as the rest of the guys in the room laughed at his comment, your boyfriend included, much to your irritation.
“Fuck…I’ve gotta’ eat something.” The topic was instantly changed, incessant chatter filling the space about what everyone was in the mood for, but all you could focus on was the pair of violet eyes watching you through the smoke. There was a glimmer of something in his gaze, a hint of a challenge, like he was daring you to say something, but you didn’t. Instead, your eyes were too busy studying the way his arms looked draped over the back of the sofa, the veins in his biceps evident, hands drawing an imperceptible pattern on the fabric…he was annoying, but god, he was so fine.
Apparently, more time had passed than you’d initially thought, because your eyes had already moved all the way down to the way Caleb’s legs spread out wide in his seat, toned thighs peaking from beneath a loose pair of basketball shorts, before you’d felt a small peck on your cheek, “Do you want to ride with us?”
You shook your head in disgust, the thought of being in a moving vehicle instantly making you feel queasy. The weight was quickly gone from the opposite side of the beanbag, making it tilt a little as your boyfriend stood up, along with everyone else in the room. There were only six or seven of you, a bunch of your boyfriend’s fraternity brothers and two girls that you’d never seen before and you’d probably never see again—they all stood, pulling on their jackets and slowly making their way to the door as you snuggled down further into your seat.
“You not coming, Caleb?” One of the short-haired girls shouted out, louder than necessary, but the doe-eyed look on her face suggested that this reveal was rather disappointing to her. You shared a similar sentiment, as you finally realized that Caleb was the only person who hadn’t gotten up. In fact, he looked more comfortable than before, sitting up as he got ready to roll another blunt.
“Nah, motion sickness y’know. Could you bring me a taco or two back, though?”
“Oh, sure! Don’t worry about cashapping mea or anything, I got you.” She squealed, seemingly grateful to have received such a task.
“Aw, that’s my girl, always looking out. Thank you, baby.” You couldn’t help but contort your face at the sickeningly sweet sound of his voice, combined with the way the girl practically skipped out of the room, slamming the door behind her. It wasn’t until you heard the sound of someone’s engine revving up through the window that you thought about it, damn, a taco would’ve been really good right now.
“Don’t sit still too long like that, you’ll get stuck, y’know?” The smirk in his voice was evident even as you stared up at the ceiling, counting the popcorn stars in the paint.
“Don’t you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?” He stifled a laugh at your statement, which only annoyed you even more. It was impossible for you to get under Caleb’s skin the way that he did yours. It was effortless—almost ever since the first time your boyfriend invited you over to one of the frat’s parties, Caleb’s attention was on you immediately, his gaze following you through the house all night.
The first few times you met, he wouldn’t even talk to you, just watching you from across the room, smirking anytime you opened your mouth to speak, like he was just itching to say something back. Then, seemingly overnight, he’d gone from ignoring you to incessantly bothering you—he was like a gnat that just wouldn’t quit buzzing around. He’d tease you endlessly, under the guise of you being ‘like a little sister to him,’ but in reality, you couldn’t stand him, and he knew it—he just didn’t care.
“Not really, no. I’ve been told I have a nice voice, actually—maybe I should ask around again.” You couldn’t get a witty response out back to him as fast as you’d wanted because, unfortunately, he was right. You were stuck—you felt glued to the cushion, slowly sinking into the beanbag chain more and more with every breath. The lack of rebuttal caught Caleb’s attention instantly, knowing you were physically unable to hold back that smart ass mouth of yours.
“Keep talking to me. You’re too high. I told you not to sit still.”
“I hate you.” You just said the first thing that came to mind, your mouth moving uncontrollably. He let out another stifled laugh.
”Yeah, that works. Pick your head up…you gotta’ move around. Why do you hate me, hm? Keep talking for me, c’mon.”
"You're just so...ughhhh!" You writhed in frustration, sluggishly, your brain unable to focus long enough to form an explanation. This wasn't from your high, though; you wouldn't have even been able to explain why you hated Caleb so much while you were sober.
"Wow, what a profound statement. This is the intellect your boyfriend is always praising you for... I see the appeal."
"Don't wanna talk about him." It was quiet, barely above a whisper under your breath, but this caught Caleb's attention. He adjusted in his seat, eyes fixated on you so intensely, you could've sworn his stare was going to burn a hole into your skull.
"Why is that, hm? All he ever wants to talk about is you, after all." He took a pause, that same sinister grin creeping back onto his face as your eyes wandered around the room, looking anywhere but at his face.
"You wanna know why I think you hate me so much? It's because I. Turn. You. On." Now, it was your turn to laugh.
"Caleb... the sound of your voice quite literally makes my clit retract into my body. I promise you... You do nothing for me."
"You don't have to lie, you know? No one else is here. I see the way you look at me... biting your lip, staring at the print of my dick in my sweatpants whenever you come over. When you visit your boyfriend… do you listen to me fucking girls on the other side of the wall? Do you wish it was you that I was touching like that? Do you wish that I'd whisper nasty things in your ears while you scream like they do?"
"God, I knew you were full of yourself, but this is a new level, Caleb. What is it? Did you not get enough attention from mommy growing up, hm? Is that why you're so obsessed with trying to fuck everything on two legs?" You weren't stuck anymore, sitting all the way up in your seat, eyes locked on his, chest puffed out, an unusual bass in your voice that made his smile grow so wide he resembled the Cheshire cat.
"You know," he was interrupted by another thick puff of smoke escaping his full lips, "In that entire speech you just gave, not once did you deny it."
"Oh, I'm sorry, was that not clear enough for you? Let me say it slowly so you can get it through your head." You stood up, legs trembling at the sudden change of position. The sound of your heels clicking against the wooden floor accentuated every step you made as you grew closer and closer to the infuriating man with every word that fell from your mouth, "You. Don't. Turn. Me. On." It was a lie--a confidently delivered lie, but a lie nonetheless.
"Prove it." Your brows furrowed in confusion, face scrunching up at the odd command.
"How the fuck do you prove something like that?" He leaned forward, the lit blunt still expelling smoke as he held it languidly between two of his fingers. His hand reached out to you, rough palm gripping your exposed thigh just beneath the hem of your skirt.
"If I slide my hand up," He inched his fingers closer to your heat, daring to brush against your panties. "You won't be wet, right? Since I don't turn you on, huh?" Your bodies were so close to each other's, too close, as you stood between his legs. If the door flung open any second, this position would make it impossible to deny any accusations that something inappropriate was occurring, so why weren't you moving away from him? Why weren't you pushing his warm hand off your leg? Why weren't you cussing him out or slapping him? Why were you soaked through your panties?
Without warning, you felt the pads of his fingertips beneath the fabric, pulling your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cool air. "Tell me to stop," he said, looking up at you, his eyes low and dark. You should've told him to stop, but you didn't. You felt it again--you were stuck.
His middle finger slid between the folds of your lips with far too much ease... You were unbelievably wet. Upon making the discovery, Caleb couldn’t help but laugh, which made your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. "Is this what your pussy feels like when your 'clit has retracted into your body?’"
"Fuck you." Your voice was so shaky you had to hang your head in shame, unable to meet his gaze any longer.
"It certainly seems like you want to. What would your boyfriend think if he saw you like this? His perfect girl being such a slut for my fingers..." It didn't take long for him to find your clit, but he wouldn't touch it. His finger just kept missing it ever so slightly... this was your punishment--for making him wait so long to get you like this, you both knew he wasn't going to let you off easily.
"You keep bucking into my hand, baby? What is it, huh? Am I not touching you where you want?"
"Caleb...please."
"I just don't know what you want. Is that a please stop?" He didn't bother giving you a chance to object before pulling his fingers away, leaving your chest heaving, eyes squeezing shut in agony, but he couldn't have been any more entertained by the sight. He leaned back once again, his hand, which was now slick with your wetness, slid beneath the waistband of his shorts, wasting no time in pulling out exactly what he knew you'd been desperately waiting for. His dick was pretty, just like everything else about him. He was so painfully hard, the tip of his cock dripping as you watched it rhythmically disappear into his fist. He never put down the blunt, taking hits every now and again between moans.
"Fuck...you made my dick so hard it hurts. You're so mean. Won't you come kiss it better?" His eyes widened as he saw the quickness with which you fell to your knees. He leaned the head of his cock down towards you. You watched as it throbbed only an inch away from your lips--you were salivating.
"Go on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and kiss him for me." You did--plush lips pressing against the head of his cock ever so lightly, but it was enough to make him shudder into you.
"Fuck, come here." His free hand gripped the sides of your face, bringing you back to your feet before pulling you into his lap. Another cloud of smoke escaped his lips, blowing directly into your face, before he tossed the blunt into the ashtray on the coffee table. Your foreheads rested against each other, both slick with sweat, your eyes looking into one another's, both dark with need.
"Tell me to stop." The familiar words left his lips once again...the first time it was more of a dare, but this time it sounded as though he was actually begging you--pleading with you to be the one to put a stop to things, knowing that he couldn't do so himself.
"Please..." Your cunt ached only inches above his cock, practically dripping onto his lap... You both knew there was no stopping now. "Fuck me, Caleb."
"Shittt... you're so fucking tight." These were the words that left his lips as he slid inside of you, his gaze not leaving your face as he watched your expression change as you stretched open around him, your walls gripping him so tightly he wanted to cum right then and there.
"Mmmmh fuck, you're so--" You couldn't get it out, gripping your bottom lip against your teeth for fear that you'd say something more embarrassing than you already had. Caleb wasn't going to let this slide, though, as he tightened his grip on your thigh just as you were about to grind against him, forcing your hips still.
"So what? Didn't I tell you to keep talking for me? Say it or I'll hold you right here, squirming on my dick until your boyfriend gets back."
"No, no, no, fuck fine. You're so...big." You couldn't even look away, his palm still forcing your face against his.
"Oh yeah? Sure doesn't seem like you hate me so much now, does it, baby? You like me, don't you, slut? Admit it." Caleb's self-control was demonic, and you knew that he was petty enough not to cum just to punish you for not giving him what he wanted. So you did.
"Yes..."
"I couldn't hear you. What was that, sweet girl?" He gently slid your hips up on his length, eliciting a nasty moan from the back of your throat before slamming his hips back up into you.
"Yes, fuck I like you. Fuck you're so annoying."
"Aw... there it is. You just can't be sweet for long, can you? That's okay, mama. I just need to show you how to be good, hm?" He pressed the softest kiss to the crook of your neck, his hot breath making your core ache even more.
"I think this pussy likes me too...she's sucking on my cock so fucking well. You just need daddy to be nice to this pussy, huh? Is that it? Will that make you be good for me?" His fingers, still soaked from both of your juices, pushed their way past your lips, resting against your tongue as you stared at him in awe of just how good he felt inside of you. He rocked you back and forth against his lap, fucking you deep and slow...fucking you how you needed, not how he wanted. It turned you on so much the way he looked up at you, pressing little kisses against your skin as he worked himself into you over and over again. You couldn't help but whine as he picked up the pace, already getting embarrassingly close as he kept whispering filthy words into your ear.
"Shit... you're squeezing me so tight, baby. You're not gonna cum already, are you? Maybe I should slow down..."
"No, no, please. Don't stop."
"Yeah? Then beg me to let you cum. 'Say please, daddy, play with my pussy so I can cum all over your dick.'" There was no point in embarrassment anymore...you repeated every word verbatim, and it only made him fuck you faster, unable to contain himself any longer. He pulled his finger out of your mouth, wasting no time before rubbing the wetness all over your slick clit, which practically had your tongue hanging out of your mouth by now.
"Fuck that's so embarrassing--begging for dick from someone you can't stand. What a slut...go ahead then. Cum." You were close, so close... but you just couldn't get there yet. Your lips were a mere centimeter away from his, your eyes tracing each other's expressions... you've never wanted to kiss anyone so bad--and Caleb could tell.
He spoke up, unable to waste one last chance to tease you. "What is it, baby? Do you want a kiss, hm? You know kissing is really intimate. If your boyfriend wasn't going to leave you for being such a little whore and bouncing on my dick...surely if I kiss you, he'll have no choice but to break up with you. You know I'd--fuckkk--I'd hate to get in the way of a happy home."
"Please...kiss me. I--fuckkk--I need you to kiss me." So he did. It was a kiss so deep and slow and sloppy, his tongue moving against yours just right, the taste of the weed still on both of your lips as you kept grinding into one another.
"Fuck, please. I think I-I'm gonna cum, daddy." You said, lips still against his, hands tangled in his hair as your walls quivered around his length.
"Yeah? That's okay... you've been so good for me. You can cum, pretty girl. Let go for me. I’ve been fucking you so good, I’ve earned it, haven't I?" That was all it took. You came so hard that tears streamed from your eyes, and your body trembled against Caleb's chest. As he felt your insides squeeze against him, Caleb had no choice but to do the same, his dick swelling inside of you. He came deep inside of you, his strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you against him.
"Oh my god..." As you quivered in his arms, Caleb's fingertips slowly rubbed against your spine, drawing small circles on your skin.
"I've never cum that hard in my life. Either you're that good at fucking or whatever we smoked came off the black market." A light chuckle left his lips; it was soft and comforting like music against the shell of your ear.
"Probably a little bit of both. It's my first time trying it too, bought it off a guy in my chem class--shit was not cheap."
"Mmh... you'll have to put me in touch. Did he say what strand it was?"
"Some dumb shit--pretty sure he called it ice cream cake."
“Can I take these off, baby?” he whispered in your ear, immediately noticing how you tensed up when his thumb slid under the waistband of your panties.
“We can stop if you want. I promise I won’t be upset—I’d be happy just to keep kissing you all night, really,” he said before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You knew he meant it too. He’d say it every time this happened—when it seemed like it was about to happen only for it to end up not happening.
“It’s not that. I want to, really. It’s just…” you struggled to find the words. Caleb suddenly became hyperaware of the fact that he was still on top of you.
“Fuck—I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to like put any pressure on you or anything.” He went to change positions, thinking that he was making you uncomfortable, but you grabbed his wrist to still him.
“You’re not pressuring me. I’m just uhh… nervous, I guess.”
“Nervous about what? Are you afraid it’s gonna hurt or something? I’d go as slow as you wanted me to. I would never want to hurt you.” He was speaking so earnestly, worried that you would ever think that he wouldn’t do his best to take care of you.
“I’m worried that you won’t… you know," you whispered, still not finishing a complete though. That was when he saw the way your body was closing in on itself as he looked you up and down.
“Do you think I won’t like your body or something?” he was dumbfounded, truly confused by the notion. You were too nervous to even agree that he was right, the entire situation making you feel awkward. You were crawling in your skin.
“Look at me.” You were snapped out of your spiraling thoughts when he cupped your face, turning your head so your eyes locked on his. “You are… perfect—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. How could I not be in love with your body?”
“It’s not that. Thinking I’m beautiful, and like—I don’t know, being turned on by me aren’t the same thing,” your eyes wandered away from his face as he spoke, your stomach in knots from the confession. The air in the room felt thick, like it was choking you—at least that was the case, until you heard Caleb burst out into a fit of laughter.
You were shocked at the reaction. You looked back at him to find him genuinely hysterical.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he gasped out between cackles. You were in disbelief, pushing his chest back, which didn’t move him at all.
“Oh fuck you—get off of me at this point,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.
“No no no wait, I’m sorry. I’m just so confused. That’s what this is about? I haven’t been 'trying' to have sex with you because I didn’t want to pressure you. I was trying to be a gentleman, but it damn sure wasn’t because I didn’t want to see you naked. Why wouldn’t I be turned on by you?”
“I don’t know it’s just like… seeing me naked is different. What if—I don’t know what if you think my vagina looks weird or something.” The use of the formal term almost made him start laughing again.
“Baby, it's not supposed to look one way or another. I'm not thinking about hair or what color it is or anything other than being inside of it, if I'm honest. Look, gimme your hand,” he said, pulling your fingers down between the two of your bodies, pressing your hand against his crotch. Even through his thick sweatpants, you could still feel how hard he was beneath your palm.
“This is how much you turn me on, and you still have all your clothes on. Imagine how bad I’ll want you when I can finally see all of you.” He entangled your fingers with his. Seeing that you still weren't fully convinced, he continued.
“If you don’t want to have sex with me because you’re not ready, then that’s one thing, and I understand, really, I’ll wait as long as you need me to. But if it’s just because you’re worried about what I’ll think about your body, then honestly, that’s insane.” You nodded weakly.
“So tell me... do you want me to take these panties off?” his finger slid under your waistband again. This time, though, you wanted him to keep going.
“Yes,” you whispered. He nodded, moving from between your legs, slowly kissing his way down your body. Your chest was still covered by one of his big t-shirts, but he didn’t try to take it off, only wanting to do what you asked. He just lifted it a little bit, pressing a kiss just below your belly button while his hands snaked down your body.
“Lift up a little for me.” You lifted your butt off of the bed just enough for him to slide your panties all the way down, tossing them across the room. He noticed the way your thighs tensed up now that you were fully bare in front of him.
“You gotta spread your legs for me a little bit. Please, let me see you,” he whispered, gently guiding your thighs apart. You could feel a cold gust of air brush against your pussy as he opened your legs.
“Oh my god… look at you. You’re already so wet, baby. I’m just gonna spread your lips a little—just like this. Fuckkk—this pussy is dripping for me. She’s so fucking pretty too, sweetheart. Can’t believe you were hiding her from me all this time.” His words only made you ache even more, a soft whine escaping your mouth at the sight of him looking at you so directly like this. He thought it was so cute how he could see your little hole clench and open back up while he studied it.
“Aw, I think she likes when I talk to her, huh? She’s begging me to put something inside—is that what you want, baby?” You nodded, a little more excitedly than you wanted to let on.
“Okay, I’ll help you out a little then. Let me just see if I can get you a little wetter first, yeah?” He leaned into you, thumbs holding your lips open, his mouth only an inch away from you before he spoke up again. “Don’t look away.”
That’s when it happened—Caleb licked your pussy. You had dreamed of this moment more times than you could count, but it was somehow better than you could’ve imagined. He moaned at the taste of your juices on his tongue.
“This pussy is so fucking sweet too. You wanna do something for me, baby?” he asked, reaching one of his free hands up to your lips. “Suck on my fingers and get em wet for me. Gotta make sure everything is nice and slippery so my fingers slide in easy, yeah? Come on—open up for me.” He moaned as he felt your lips wrap around two of his fingers, the feeling of your tongue swirling around them getting him painfully hard.
“Fuckkk look at that. You look so sexy like this—the way your legs twitch when I kiss you righttt here.” You bucked against him as he pressed a soft kiss to your clit. “Aw there it is. Is this the spot you want me to lick? Yeah? Right here, baby? What if I suck on it a little bit?” He pulled your clit into his mouth, gently sucking and licking on it as your whines were muffled by his fingers.
“Okay gimme my hand back, baby. I think you’re almost ready—fucking dripping all over the bed already.” He watched in awe as he slid his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva keeping the two of you connected. “You did such a good job for me. Got my fingers so wet. I’m gonna try to put one in, okay?” He checked your face for any hesitation, but all he saw was you nodding, wide-eyed. You were one second away from flat-out begging him. He pressed a soft kiss on your thigh, reveling in the way you whined as his soaked fingers slid up and down your slit before pressing his middle finger against your entrance.
“Okay, take a deep breath in for me… good job. Now let it out—“ he whispered, slowly inching the tip of his finger inside of you. He didn’t get very far though, after only getting to his first knuckle, he noticed your thighs stiffening beneath him, your pussy clenching too tight for him to move. “Don’t tense up on me, sweetheart. You’ve been doing so good letting me play with you. Try to relax a little bit, don’t focus on my finger right now. Focus on my tongue, yeah?” Once he brought his mouth back down, suckling on your clit, it was indeed, impossible to focus on anything else. You couldn’t help but push yourself against him, his finger now effortlessly sliding the rest of the way in.
“Mmmhmmm shit, look at how my finger disappeared inside of you. This pussy is sucking me in so good. I’m gonna keep sucking your clit, yeah? You wanna do something else for me?” You nodded fervently, eager to do anything else he asked if it meant his long finger would keep sliding in and out of your cunt like this. “Yeah? Lift your shirt up. I wanna watch you play with those tits for me.” He used his free hand to push your shirt up a little further, slightly exposing your stomach. You grabbed it from him, pushing it all the way up—your body now completely naked. Meanwhile, Caleb still had all of his clothes on, and if it hadn’t been for the way he was fucking you with his fingers so slow and deep, that fact probably would’ve bothered you.
“Baby, they’re so fucking pretty. They’re perfect…everything about you is just so damn perfect.” He spoke again, words making your eyes roll into the back of your head, his voice so deep and melodic that anything he said was getting you embarassingly wet. “Pinch your nipples a little—just like that fuckkk, you grip me so tight when you do that.” He, too, was getting embarrassingly turned on, pre-cum soaking his pants just from the sight of watching you toy with your swollen nipples, your pussy fluttering around his finger whenever you gripped them a little too hard.
“I think I can get another finger inside now. You wanna try?” he asked, taking the opportunity to spit on your pussy, letting his saliva drip from your clit, lubing up your entrance just a little more—as if you weren’t wet enough already. In Caleb’s mind, though, it was better safe than sorry. You agreed to his proposal, all of your earlier anxieties completely gone by now.
“You’re—mmh—tighter than I thought. It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He kept checking, noticing the way your face scrunched up a little as he stretched you open with his second finger. You weren’t cringing in pain though—you were getting so desperate to be filled now. Suddenly, the foreplay was becoming more aggravating that you thought it was worth. You needed to feel his cock inside of you now.
“Pleaseeee please…just put it in already.” Your voice broke, the humiliation of having to beg making the words catch in your throat. He just shook his head, though, not even bothering to look away from your cunt to make eye contact anymore.
“Mmmh I don’t think I’m gonna be able to fit, today. You’re just so fucking tight—I can barely get my fingers in and out. Let’s just stay like this, yeah? I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart,” he said, outright denying you. You couldn’t even protest, the sensation of his fingers curling inside of you now, thrusting themselves against your g-spot making it hard to think straight—only small whimpers leaving your lips.
“Don’t whine, baby. Be good, just focus on this pussy for me. You’re stretching open so well for me. I just gotta train you a little bit more, huh? You’ll be ready to take my dick in no time.”
“But, I want to make you feel good too, Caleb.”
“Don’t worry about me—I just want you to cum. That’ll make me feel good, yeah?” He meant it too. You could tell just how focused he was. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried to study which ways he could move his fingers to make you moan the loudest. You were painfully close, but something was missing. Just as he was about to wrap his lips around your clit again, growing impatient to see you finish, you reached your hand out. Your fingers limply pushed against his forehead, which was slick with sweat.
“Come up here, please…kiss me.”
“Aw, you want a kiss, baby? You’re so cute. You need me to kiss you so you can cum? I can do that for you, sweet girl.” It wasn’t until he brought his face closer to yours, his hand still between your legs, that you noticed that he was even harder than before now. A damp spot on his pants brushed against your leg.
He grabbed your face, capturing your lips in a kiss. His tongue slid in and out of your mouth, with his fingers thrusting into your cunt. The faster he moved, the more he felt you moan into his mouth, your walls spasming against his fingers as he kept pressing against your spot.
“Come on, that’s it. I can feel you clenching again. Think this pussy’s ready to cum for me. Yeah? You wanna cum on my fingers like a good girl?“ He’d finally found the rhythm that made your squeal against him. You were begging again now, pleading for him not to change his pace—he didn’t. Instead, he curled his fingers, as if he was actually trying to dig the cum out of you with his hand.
“Give it to me. Please cum for me, baby. I wanna know what you taste like when you cum. Let me have it. Yeah? Right here? What’s gonna happen if I keep finger-fucking this spot, huh?”
“Fuckkk—I’m gonna cum, Caleb.”
“You are? Well then do it for me. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers. It’s okay—don’t think about it, just let go for me. Let me this pretty pussy cum—pretty fucking virgin pussy cumming for me for the first time. She’s doing such a good job taking my fingers. Just like that—awww there it is, baby.” Your back arched off of the bed, as you came. His mouth moved to pop one of your nipples between his lips while you came around his fingers. He was moaning in time with you, noticing how you got tighter around him whenever you heard him whine into your ear.
“Gooood girl, that’s it. Keep cumming for me,” he whispered against your skin, as he slid his fingers out of you. Instead, using his palm to rub you through your orgasm, letting you soak his entire wrist. Your nipples were bucking against his tongue while you squirmed underneath him.
“It’s okay. I got you… shhh, you’re okay.” When it finally became too much, his touch now overstimulating you, you grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from your cunt.
“Good job, you came so pretty for me. I bet your cum tastes so sweet too.” As you gasped to catch your breath, you watched as he brought his fingers up to his lips, licking your juices off of his hand.
"I was right," he whispered.
“You sure you don’t want to try? Putting it in, I mean? I feel bad that you didn’t—” he cut you off, immediately seeing what you were worried about.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m just glad you trusted me to touch you. Thank you for letting me be with you like this.” His took his time feathering kisses across your skin, up your chest, across your collarbone, up your neck, until he reached your lips once again—giving you another deep kiss before speaking up.
“Good things take time, yeah? Getting to the point where I can be inside of you, without hurting you, y’know? That would be perfect. So… I’m willing to take the time for that.”
♡ caleb fucks insecure reader and makes them watch in the mirror
“Hey, did you need me to iron something for you? I was gonna’ do my shirt, so—” You listened, turning towards the bathroom door as the honeyed voice came to a halt. There he was, leaning against the wooden door frame, his muscled torso on full display, a white-collared dress shirt draped over his shoulder. His pants were held up by a fine leather belt that hung loosely around his hips, the buckle undone. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, its notes of cedarwood and lavender softly calming your hectic spirit.
“No, I’m good. Thanks.” His brow furrowed at the abnormally dry response, his violet eyes studying you as you frantically hurried around the small space, makeup and hair both half done. The dress that he’d seen in only five minutes earlier was balled up in a corner on the tiled floor now, your skin only covered by a matching black lace set. He was almost drooling at the sight, opting to bite his full bottom lip to keep himself from doing so.
“Everything okay, baby?” His tone was cautious, testing the temperature of the room. You didn’t bother to meet his gaze, too busy wracking your brain to put together a different outfit—or maybe you needed to change your hair? Should you even bother going at all? Maybe you should suddenly pretend to have a stomachache.
“I’m fine, just rushed.” Another short answer.
“There’s no rush, sugar. They can’t start without us after all.” You gave him a soft laugh, brushing off the comment, but he was right. This night was about him after all—a ceremony awarding him for his accomplishments with the fleet this past year. He’d been going over his speech with you tirelessly every day for the last week, picking apart every line one by one until it was perfect. This was Caleb’s night, so why were you the one feeling so much pressure?
“Hey, look at me for a second.” You did, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you ran another coat of lipstick over your bottom lip, suddenly questioning the color.
“You can tell me what’s wrong, ya’ know. We don’t have to go.” You shook your head in dismissal, breaking the eye contact that was quickly making something well up in your chest, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes against your will.
“Of course, we have to go, Caleb. I’m going—I want to go, I’m just trying to hurry up.”
“What was wrong with the last dress? Or the four before that?” He wasn’t teasing you but genuinely asking as he searched for your attention in the mirror again, to no avail. A single tear fell from your eye, effortlessly ruining your makeup, a line of foundation erased as you tried not to let any more escape.
“They just weren’t right. Nothing is fitting right for some reason.” He wasted no time moving over to you, shirt falling to the floor in the process, but he didn’t care. His eyes were locked on you, noticing the way your face slowly crumpled, head hanging as if there was a thousand-pound weight holding you down.
“Don’t cry, baby. Hey, hey, shh…” His arms wrapped around you, his toned chest pressed into your back, the warmth of his skin inescapable as he held you as tight as he could. Your body gently shook against him as you let the tears fall freely now, the thought of ruining Caleb’s night making your heart even heavier.
“You could wear a burlap sack and you’d still be the most beautiful thing in any room, you know that, right? Why are you being so mean to my pretty girl, hm?” His soft palm snaked its way across your chest and neck, cupping your wet cheek, sticking your skin to his. He gently lifted your chin, your reflection staring back at his now.
“Tell me what you didn’t like about the red dress.” You subconsciously shrank against him at the question, the visual of your bare skin against him, only covered by the thin pieces of fabric, sending shivers down your spine. The little hairs on the back of your neck stood up, ears growing hot—you were so vulnerable like this.
“Be honest with me this time. Please,” he said, voice honeyed, almost begging as he craned his head down, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and pressing a feather-light kiss to your face.
“My- my shoulders…they looked too wide in it.” His eyes grew wide at the confession before they shifted down in the mirror, locking onto your shoulders. He left another kiss on your cheek, then your jaw, your neck, trailing them across your collarbone before his full lips finally lingered against the back of your shoulder. Your head slowly fell again, before you heard his voice,
“Don’t look away, sugar.” You watched his slender fingers graze across your skin, faintly dancing over your shoulders along with his lips, which were still peppering kisses over your frame. Your breath hitched at the sight of his body against yours, a tall and muscular physique towering over you, making you look so fragile in his grasp.
“What was wrong with the pink outfit, hm? I think I liked that one the best.” Your eyes rolled at the question, which Caleb caught in the mirror. You hated the way you looked in the pink dress. The outfit was accentuating every curve, the short length hugging your thighs just a little too tightly. You felt so… naked in that dress—every flaw you’d seen in the mirror on full display in that gown.
“My body just doesn’t look good in it.”
“Your body looks amazing in anything. If I didn’t think I’d want to break the bones of any man that looked, I’d suggest you go just like this.” His eyes were not the same when they met this time. They were dark, pupils enlarged, darkening his irises. He looked hungry at the sight of you, like a vampire that hadn’t fed in weeks. His lips watered at the thought of devouring you, getting to see sweat glistening on your bare chest, nipples hardened under his rough fingertips, back arched as he pressed himself into you. The thing he loved the most though was your faces, the way your mouth hung open, bottom lip almost bleeding from how hard your teeth grinded against it as you tried to silence your moans, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes that were desperate to escape once he hit just the right spot inside of your soft walls. Your face and body were the things he dreamed about in his sleep, but they were also what would keep him up at night while you were away. They were the things that made him fist his cock, eyes shut tight as he pictured the artwork known as his girl. He was ravenous for you—always, so why couldn’t you see what he did? Why didn’t the lamb understand what made the lion so hungry for it, what made him hunt day and night just for a taste?
You couldn’t help but notice the way his clothed cock hardened against you. He didn’t grind against you like you wanted; his focus was instead on getting his fingers on every inch of you. Your gaze fell again, embarrassment heating your cheeks at the sight of his digits languidly sliding underneath the cups of your bra.
“I won’t tell you again. Look up.” You did. Your core grew wetter, dampening the fabric of your panties at the contact.
“You know…” His free hand ghosted over your spine, causing you to shiver at his touch as he unclasped your bra, freeing your flesh. A small moan escaped his lips at the reveal. His fingers quickly found your breasts, large hands cupping them, much to his enjoyment.
“I’d kill anyone who talked badly about you. I would never let anyone speak about my girl the way that you do.” A harsh pinch to your nipple, forcing your chest to push out towards the mirror, your perfect French manicure gripping the edge of the marble countertop. The sight was absolutely sinful.
“So why do you think that you should be the exception, huh? Do you think you’re above the rules?” Caleb rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingers, reveling in the way you writhed beneath his touch.
“No…” You whined, head slowly falling forward at the sensation, your body going limp against his.
“No? Apologize then.” His voice was harsh, suddenly, as you felt your muscles give way, gaze being forced back to the mirror against your will as he used his evol against you. He did say he wouldn’t ask again; instead, he would make you look.
“I-I’m sorry,” It was barely audible, strained out between your soft moans as you pushed your ass against the man behind you, unabashedly wanting to feel some sort of friction between your thighs.
“No no no, not to me. Apologize to my baby, hm? Look at her and say you’re sorry for being mean.” You tried to turn your head away at the humiliating request, but it was no use; you were practically immobilized between his arms. You looked at yourself in the mirror, body essentially laid bare, chest heaving, ass grinding against Caleb like a bitch in heat.
“I’m sorry for being mean.”
“Aww how nice. See, I knew you could be sweet for daddy. You always listen so well, my obedient, pretty girl.” His right hand left your chest feeling cold as middle and index fingers found themselves pressed against your lips.
“Get 'em wet for me, baby. Go ahead, it’s okay.” So you listen—you let your lips part, sucking his fingers between them, running your tongue in circles around his knuckles as he slides them in and out of your mouth. “Fuck… you look so good.”
“You want my fingers somewhere else? Been grinding this pussy against me like you need something. Do you want me to make you feel good, hm? Will that make my pretty girl stop crying?” He was mocking you, reveling in the way you squirmed against him as he pressed your hips into the counter.
“Caleb… please,” You said, words muffled by his thick fingers pushing down against your tongue, your saliva dripping halfway down his arm at this point.
“But you’re so mean, baby. Only nice girls get treats. Are you gonna be nice from now on? Gonna treat my pretty girl better?” He watched as your reflection nodded up and down, pretty little eyes closed tightly, nose scrunched up like a bunny. He was in awe at this sight—he almost wanted to give you your reward without making you work for it...almost.
“Answer me, baby. C’mon, be good for me… please,” His words were strained, like he was getting off just as much as you were without even being touched. It made your knees buckle a little beneath you, forcing your limp fingers to grip around his forearm, desperately searching for some stability.
“Yes yes I’ll be nice. I promise. Just touch me, please.” With that, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, your spit glistened around his digits as they traveled slowly down your body, leaving you painted in your own wetness.
“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his wet fingers slid beneath the edge of your panties.
“Fuck this pussy’s so wet already. I can feel this little clit’s already excited; she’s so swollen. Aw, does it hurt, baby?” His muscled thigh forced its way between your legs, spreading them wider as his fingers lightly toyed with your most sensitive spot, soaked fingers rubbing on each side of your clit. Your hole clenched around nothing, juices spilling out against the fabric, desperately wanting to be filled, hungry.
“Look so pretty when you don’t get what you want though. Maybe this is all you should get, huh? After all, mean girls shouldn’t be rewarded, should they?” You squirmed even more at his words, trying to force his fingers to move faster or press against you harder—something. Caleb was having none of it though, his big hand gripping your waist, pinning you still. Whines fell from between your lips at the denial.
“Didn’t you just say you would be good? Were you lying to me again or does this messy hole between your legs make it so you can’t think straight? Don’t tell me my fingers barely touching you makes you this dumb, darling. That’s cute… but a little pathetic, don’t you think?” He sloppily kissed your skin between words, teeth nipping against the flesh, tongue lapping at your wounds, only to bite into you again.
“I guess you can’t think. Is that it? You need me to tell you what to do, hm?” You nodded uncontrollably, that heavy weight moving your muscles against your control once again.
“Aw, aren't you my pretty girl with the sloppy cunt? Say it.” His thumb found your clit now, hovering over it, just barely touching the aching button… but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until you did what he told you to.
“Caleb, please…”
“No more whining. If you’re not saying what I told you to, then you shouldn’t be speaking at all. Say you’re my pretty girl.” He freed your waist, certain that you wouldn’t disobey when he had you like this. His hand made its way to your half-styled hair now, gripping it, as he pushed your face closer to the mirror, your body bent over the sink, reflection painfully close.
You said it… but not the way he wanted you to. Your eyes were on him, words barely audible, attitude palpable through the statement. Without warning the warmth of his fingers on your cunt was quickly gone as he slipped his fingers out of your panties to deliver a swift slap to your clit over the fabric. You screamed out at the painful sensation, which only resulted in another smack against your cunt.
“Do it the right way. Look at my girl while you tell her she’s pretty and mean it.” You looked at your reflection, chest bare, sweat staining your skin, hair messy from the way Caleb’s fingers gripped it forcing you not to look away. Your eyes were glazed over, lipstick smudged onto your chin—you were a mess, but you said it.
“I- I’m your pretty girl.” Not even a second passed after the words left your lips before Caleb slid the crotch of your panties to the slide, fingers pressing all the way against you now. His middle finger, still wet from the impromptu blowjob you’d given it, made its way into your tight hole inch by inch.
“See what happens when you’re not a fucking brat? Don’t you know that only good girls get what they want?” You nodded, your head feeling fuzzy as his thick finger forced itself between your walls, their length allowing his to brush against your g-spot with hardly any effort.
“Say it again.” You did, looking yourself in the eyes once again.
“That’s right. You’re my pretty girl who listens so well. My god, you are fucking perfect.” You were rewarded with another finger amongst the praise, but he hadn’t touched your clit again. He knew that the second he did, you would fall apart in his arms. He just wasn’t quite done playing with you yet.
“Aw, my baby gets so fucking dumb when her holes get filled. How cute… you having trouble with your words again? What is it, sugar? Come on, tell me, you can do it.” His lips were so close to your ear as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. His tone was sweet, slightly higher in pitch, as if he were calling out for a stray dog to come eat a treat out of his palm. The condescending sound made you whine out once again, just like a puppy would.
“Poor baby, am I not giving you what you want? Am I being mean to you?” His fingers quickened as he watched you pant, your palms flattened out against the mirror as he rocked you back and forth against his hand.
“Caleb, please touch me.”
“I’m already touching you silly girl? What is it, did you want a kiss?” The thought of getting to feel his lips on yours as his fingers fucked harder into you, his tongue lapping at yours, brought more tears to your eyes.
“Yes. Please, wanna kiss so bad.” He pushed your head closer to your reflection until your lips were only a millimeter from the mirror.
“Go on then. Give her a kiss—such a pretty girl deserves a kiss.” His cock ached in his pants against you as he watched it—the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen so desperate for his fingers that she was kissing herself in the mirror just because he’d said so.
“Goood girl. Good job being so sweet. Tell her you’re sorry again for hurting her feelings.” His thumb finally nudged against your clit again, slowly rubbing rhythmic little circles around it. The stimulation made you cry once more as he found just the right rhythm to keep you on the edge as apologies flowed from your lips.
“You must be getting close, beautiful. This little pussy is grippin’ on my fingers so tight. She doesn’t wanna let me go. Do you need to cum, baby?”
“Yes yes wanna cum so bad for you.”
“Aw I know, I know. It’s okay. I’ll stop being mean to you since you’ve been so sweet. Tell me where you wanna cum, sugar.” The question only made you squeeze him tighter, your sloppy hole clenching and spasming around his fingers, and you pressed your lips to the mirror once more, leaving little red kiss marks all over the reflection of your face. Your hips free now, you pushed into his cock again, grinding against the fabric of his pants, making an even bigger wet spot than before.
“No no no, you can’t have my cock. This is about you, just wanna make you feel good, yeah?” You whined louder at the denial, your voice trembling as you shook from your sobs.
“Don’t cry anymore, baby. I’ll do you one better, yeah?” He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, despite the fight your hole tried to put up in keeping him inside. His hand’s grip on your hair was gone, but not before he used to force you to turn towards him for the first time. He lowered himself to his knees, rough hands gently grabbing your thigh as he placed it over his shoulder.
“You are a fucking goddess,” he whispered as he brought his mouth between your legs, placing tiny kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Shouldn’t I pay my respects?” He wasted no more time getting his tongue on your cunt, pushing your lips apart as he savored your juices in his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair now, pushing your hips into his face as he gripped your thigh even tighter, making you moan out at the mix of pain and pleasure. You were already so close, the feeling of Caleb suckling on your puffy clit, the rhythm just how he knew you liked it, made you beg to cum once more in no time.
“So fucking gorgeous, grinding on my tongue. Go on, say it one more time for me. Say you’re my pretty girl. Say you’ll never be mean to yourself again, and I’ll let you cum for me.” He looked up at you as the words spilled out of your mouth, just like he said, the look on your face intoxicating as you screamed out his name.
“Gooood girl you can cum for me. C’mon, pretty girl, cum in my mouth, it’s okay. You earned it.” He held you against him, tongue continuing to harass your poor little clit as you writhed above him. Your legs gave out, quivering as he continued to lick up the mess you’d made,
“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. Keep cumming for me, let it out,” he said, voice sweet as usual once again as he steadied you with his hands as you rode out the rest of your orgasm.
“You did so good. I’m so proud of you.” He pressed one more kiss to your clit, as you finished coming down, your body finally feeling steady in his arms. He stood up, towering over you once again, face wet with your juices as he held your fingers between his. His other hand held your face, thumb softly wiping away your tears.
“I love you more than anything, and I want you to know that you have nothing to be insecure about. Even if you’re not feeling your best, you can always talk to me, and I’ll remind you of just how beautiful you are. Okay?” You nodded, looking up at him with big eyes, your heart hurting in your chest from how full it felt in that moment.
“I love you, Caleb.”
“I can tell because you let me ruin your makeup when we only have…” He glanced over at my phone on the countertop, “Thirty minutes before the car gets here.”
“Thirty minutes?” You shouted out, pushing against Caleb’s chest.
“You’ll be fine. I’ll make them wait,” he said, reaching down to pick up the white dress shirt that had been previously discarded onto the floor.
“And hey, put on that pink dress. I’ll need something pretty to look at while everyone else is droning on about how great I am.” You rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh that perfectly harmonized with his as you threw the balled-up dress towards him.
“Now you’ll have to iron them both.” He hummed in acceptance, violet irises glimmering at the sight of you.
“See, there was no reason to be pouting all night, hm?” You couldn’t help but writhe against the grip of the man behind you, his rough hand gripping your face, forcing your eyes to meet his over your shoulder.
“Admit it—you were jealous. All that attitude the whole ride home, giving me the silent treatment—fuck—just because I was talking to another girl. You say I’m possessive, but I think you might be worse than me, princess.” He was almost growling into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his chest pushed you forward, pressing your tits into the sliding glass door that led out to the balcony. The dim moonlight illuminated his face, piercing blue eyes staring into your soul as he thrusted himself into you relentlessly. It was as if you were in a trance, mouth hanging open, panties down around your ankles, as Xavier forced himself in and out of your hole at a pace that made you clench around him just right. It was perfect, until that oh so perfect pace was disrupted. The fullness of him inside of you was suddenly gone as your face was jerked lightly from side to side.
“Unh uh, pay attention—admit that you were jealous or I’ll stop.” You were whining now, your body quivering from the unexpected lack of stimulation.
“I was jealous.” You whispered, that same pout you’d worn all night was back on your face again, bottom lip poking out in shame at the confession, wide eyes looking up at the man that was towering over you. Both of your bodies were slick with sweat, your chests rising and falling erratically amidst the tension, lips barely an inch apart.
“Aw, you were?” Now he was the one to whine, a similar pout painting his face—he was mocking you. The sinister look in his eyes made even more wetness pool between your legs as he slowly slid himself back inside you, just the tip.
“It’s not so fun when you’re not the one that gets to do the teasing, huh? It doesn’t feel good to see something that belongs to you with someone else, does it?” he said, reveling in the way you shook under his touch as he slid his fingers across your skin, slowly but surely making his way between your legs.
“N-no…”
“No? But you always tell me it’s silly to be jealous, right? That I’m overreacting. Is that not what you’re doing right now?” His fingers lightly rubbed against your clit, your juices coating his skin while he spread your lips open, being careful not to push you back onto his cock any further.
“In fact, it’s not just silly for you to be jealous. It’s stupid. You are all I think about. I-” another inch slid inside of you, a soft gasp escaping your mouth, “Fuck—I dream about your face, your voice, your body. We fit together so perfectly…for you to think that I could ever want someone else is just dumb, right?” With that, his hips slammed fully into you, pulling a scream out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back into your head.
“Xavier, oh my god. Pleaseee…please let me cum. I promise I won’t—“ Your words were abruptly cut off by one of his arms snaking around you body, his palm pushing itself against your lips, silencing your begging and muffling your whimpers as his other hand toyed with your pussy.
“Shut up. You’re dumb, remember? If you don’t have anything smart to say, then I don’t want to hear you at all.” His muscled arms held you up, keeping your knees from buckling against you as he quickened his pace. The most disgusting sounds had filled the room, your hole squelching and squealing with every move Xavier made inside of you. His thick cock forced the sweetest cries out of your aching cunt, much to his amusement—a small smile crept across his lips.
“You may be stupid, but this pussy is fucking brilliant. Listen to how nicely she to talks to me, none of that attitude I get from your fucking mouth, huh?” He pressed his palm further against your lips, silencing your whines almost completely, “Shhhh… let me hear her, princess. Be good for me.” You tried your best not to have to bite Xavier’s hand just to quiet yourself all of the way, but he could barely hear your moans any longer—the sounds of his heavy breathing, your ass clapping against him, and your little pussy sobbing out for relief clouding his senses.
“Shiittt she’s milking me so good. I think she likes having an audience. What a nasty girl…” He couldn’t help but let out another round of laughter at the sight of your eyes widening as he spoke, brows furrowing as he continued fucking into you, his cock aching more with every thrust. His hand forced your face forward back towards the glass. You squinted slightly, eyes adjusting to see a window across from yours, dimly lit, but there was a familiar figure staring back at you, her face contorted in disbelief.
“Getting all mad at me for talking to our new neighbor who was asking me what flavor cookies she should bring over to introduce herself to my sweet girlfriend… tsk.” Horrified, your new neighbor ran in the opposite direction, shielding her eyes from the lewd view of your nipples squished against the glass, mouth covered, a hand between your legs, Xavier’s face flushed, hair stuck to his forehead, both of your bodies slick with each other’s sweat—how fucking filthy it must’ve been. You tried to turn your face away from the glass for the sudden fear that someone else may end up seeing the two of you, but it was no use, Xavier’s grip on your face was far too tight.
“No no no don’t look away. Don’t you want everyone to know who I come home to every night? Don’t you want to show everyone who my good girl is? My sweet princess taking my cock so well, drooling into my hand—you’re mine. Say it." Your lips were suddenly freed by his palm a string of saliva glistened between your mouth and his flesh as he pulled back. You were sure to respond quick, realizing that if you didn’t use your brief liberation wisely, Xavier would have no qualms about punishing you for the rest of the night.
“Yours—I’m yours. I belong to you—please fuck, you feel so good inside of me. I can’t hold it anymore. Please let me cum.” A strike of lightning rippled through your body as the tip of his cock finally pushed against your g-spot over and over again without warning. You tried to squirm away, finger reaching back, desperately trying to pull him away just a little so you could catch your breath, but he was quick to grab you, forcing your arm behind your back, creating an ever deeper arch in your spine.
“Where you running off to? Do you want to cum or not, I’m confused, princess? You pushing me away—does it not feel good?” His lips were against your ear again, tongue running over the shell, gently biting your flesh just the way you liked as he continued abusing your poor aching hole.
“No no so good—feel so good, can’t cum yet though. Please, god, please.”
“Why can’t you cum yet, sweet girl? Is it not enough? Do I need to rub you faster, hm? Pinch this little clit between my fingers—oh look at that, she’s so swollen against my hand.” Your mind was so clouded—tongue hanging out of your mouth as his lips licked and sucked your skin, teeth nipping your neck, leaving his mark as he forced more of those precious begs out of you.
“Need permission to cum—please Xavier can I cum. Please please I promise—mmmh—I promise not to get jealous again. I’m yours.”
“Ohh, you promise? Maybe you aren’t that dumb after all, baby. Or maybe you’ll just say anything to get me to let you cum. You’re not a liar, are you, princess? It’s just… well I’d find it hard to trust anyone who doesn’t trust me, you know?” His fingers stalled between your legs, hips suddenly not snapping forward into you anymore.
“Nooo not lying not—I wouldn’t lie to you. I trust—fuck, I trust you. Please don’t stop.”
“Yeah, you telling the truth? You know dumb girls don’t get to cum. But you’re not dumb anymore, right? You my smart girl again now, princess?”
“Yes yes I’m telling the truth. Smart I’m gonna be smart please I just need—“ Every inch of his length sunk back into you, warm fingers gliding over your slippery clit once more.
“Good girl, that’s what I wanna hear. Cum for me, go ahead. It’s okay princess, let me feel it. Please cum on my cock. I need it, come on, do a good job for me.” So you did—squirming and writhing in Xavier’s strong arms as he held you close, whispering soft praises in your ear. Curses and moans left your lips, your arms finally going limp in his grasp, thighs squeezing and clamping down around his hand as his fingers fluttered against your clit while you slowly came down. Just as you were catching your breath, your muscles finally relaxing after the waves of pleasure dissipated, you felt Xavier’s length sliding out of you—only for him to force himself right back in. He wasn’t trying to fuck you fast anymore, now he way fucking you hard, stretching you open agonizingly slow before sliding back and doing it all over again. The overstimulation caught up to as you realized…he wasn’t close to being done.
“Xavier wait, I’m too sensitive to—oh my god,” You tried to push yourself away with your free hand, but he only ended up grabbing that one and holding it hostage behind your back as well.
“No no I’m not stopping. C’mon, that’s not, fair is it? Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you have to take care of your things, hm?” You were screaming now, the sensations overwhelming your body as you cried out his name.
“You’re mine, but I am yours. So that means, you have to take care of me too, yeah, baby? Please, let me cum for you too. Don’t you want to make me feel good?” he said, pressing a soft kiss into the crook of your neck.
“Mhm wanna make you cum too.” He knew you meant it, despite the way the tears stung the inner corners of your eyes and you tummy tightened and convulsed around him and you body fell limp in his arms.
dude i need you to know that there's genuinely not a day that goes by where i don't think about either ice cream cake or teach me how to scream or both. they're so toxic but so addicting idk whyy🤤🤤🤤
HAHAHAHA i loveddd writing them,, i been reminiscing. might have to do a part 4 😭😭
…guys i blinked and we have 1.4k ???? why are you guys so freaked out? 🌚🌚🌚 LOVE YOU BAESSSSS i gotta do something good for u for valentine’s day sexies
♡ sylus punishes you for touching yourself without permission
“You’ve got to keep your legs open for me, sweetheart. I can’t see you when you close them,” Sylus whispered against the skin of your neck, his free hand pushing your thighs apart.
“There she is… don't be shy. You're so pretty like this. Look how wet you are, baby.” He reached up to grab your face, forcing your head back towards the mirror. You watched as he stared back at you, your reflection sat on the floor between his legs, your bodies unbearably close. His long fingers slid across your lips agonizingly slow, and you just couldn’t stop squirming, every brush of his finger against your clit overstimulating you, forcing your legs closed over and over again.
“Baby, if I have to keep your legs open for you, you’re not going to like it,” he said, as he felt them closing around his hand again for the millionth time.
“How much longer are we gonna do this?” you whined, much to his amusement.
“You’re not having fun? I thought this was what you wanted? You like to be touched, right? Isn’t that why you were playing with yourself before I got home?”
“I wasn’t though, I swear.” That was a lie, and you both knew it.
“Really?” He let go of your face, opting to use both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart, exposing your hole to the mirror. You were clenching around absolutely nothing and you were so fucking wet that his fingers could barely grip you.
“Why are you so messy down here then, kitten?” The view was so lewd that you wanted to look away, but you knew he’d just force your head back again.
“Because I like you so much,” you said, attempting to sweeten the deal.
“Oh yeah? I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet if you hadn’t cum already.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything. I think your new haircut is just really doing it for me.” He couldn’t help but to crack a smile at your earnest attempt to get out of this situation. Unfortunately, it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Could be. There’s really only one way to know for sure, though… hold still for me,” he said, pressing a kiss against you skin, the feeling of his warm breath making your back arch away from his chest. You watched as one his thumbs kept your lips spread while his middle finger effortlessly slid through your entrance.
“Mmmh I don’t know, baby. You feel pretty loosened up too. You’re usually so tight around my finger, but I’m almost positive today—“ he pushed his index finger inside as well now while you moaned from the sensation. “Today… I can fit two in with no trouble. It’s almost like you’ve already been stretched out for me. How could that be though, kitten, because I could’ve sworn that you were being punished. I thought I told you that you couldn’t cum for a week. So please, do tell me why you’re this loose already?” His finger curled inside of you, gently tapping against your spot over and over again, the heel of his palm fluttering over your clit with each movement. You could feel your legs starting to drift closed again,
“Okay, I’ve had enough of this,” he growled before he pushed your legs back apart once again, only difference was that this time, he had hooked his legs around yours, forcing them to stay spread. You could squirm all you wanted now, but there was no way you could get away from his touch anymore.
“Wait wait please okay, I’m sorry,” you said, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation. He chuckled as he thrusted his in and out of your pussy, your lips swollen from all of the stimulation.
“No no no, it’s too late for sorry now, baby. I told you I have to be able to see what I’m doing. Now, I have a perfect view. Isn’t that nice?” You didn’t even answer now. The only sounds that filled the room were your moans and Sylus’s big fucking fingers slamming against your walls over and over again.
“Aw, see, I know that look. Close already—you still want me to be believe you didn't cum before?”
“I didn’t really. I didn’t. Your fingers just feel too good,” you wept, knowing that the truth would only extend your week-long punishment.
“Mmh I don’t even know why I’m asking you. You’re a liar, kitten. I already know that. Only your cunt is honest. Why don’t we let her do the talking, hm?” He wasted no time sliding his fingers out, leaving you empty. Before you could complain, he forced his palm against your lips. You could see the way his hand glistened from your juices in the reflection. It made your eyes roll into the back of your head.
He brought his free hand up to his own mouth, slowly drooling onto his palm. The sight was so filthy it made you moan out against his hand.
“Shhh… I think she’s trying to tell me something. Let me hear her.” His saliva soaked fingers slid right back inside of you, forcing you open and creating the nastiest sounds.
“Oh, you hear that, baby? I think my kitty is crying for me. Aw, did she miss me that much?” You nodded fervently, your words of agreement muffled.
“Yeah? Oh, I’m sorry I had to be so mean to you kitty, but you’re attached to a slut who doesn’t listen very well. I can only punish her if I don’t touch you, y’know.” He slid his fingers out once again, opting to slowly rub little circles onto your clit as you struggled against him. He could feel your thighs pushing back against him, desperately trying to escape, but he held you open with no effort.
“See—I know exactly how to make it up to her. She likes when I rub this little button, right here. Look how she drools all over the floor when I do that—fuck. You have such a pretty kitty, baby. She’s almost as pretty as you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. You weren’t sure if it was his pace against your clit or hearing him whisper such nasty words in your ear, but either way, you were quickly getting dangerously close to the edge.
“Remember when I said there was only one way to find out if you disobeyed me by touching yourself, kitten?” With no warning he took his hand way from your pussy, making you squirm against him even more.
He brought his hand back up to his mouth again, only this time, he slid his fingers between his lips. His tongue lapped up all of your juices off of his skin, he moaned out at the taste before sliding them back out. His eyelids were low, pupils big as if he’d just taken a hit of his favorite drug.
“Wow, baby, you taste so good for me. My sweet little girl. You want my fingers back on you now, hm?” He could faintly hear the muffled words.
Please please please.
“Okay, kitten. Whatever you want,” his voice was darker now, a little more gravelly in your ear as he spoke. “Except, really, it shouldn’t be that way, should it? I mean after all, you didn’t do what I wanted, did you?” You were barely paying attention at this point, your head leaned back on his chest as his fingers swirled around your clit once again, just the thought of the digits that were once in his mouth now playing with your pussy was making you whine out. He took his time peppering soft kisses into your skin—trailing across the back of your shoulder, moving up the side of your neck, his lips dancing over the shell of your as he whispered,
“Are you actually so stupid that you think I don’t know what you taste like when you cum?” He saw the way your eyes fluttered open in the mirror, confusion growing across your face. His fingers kept pace though, rolling your clit around slowly.
“You always taste so good, kitten. But your cum is different—it’s sweet. When I licked your juices off my fingers just now, do you know how you tasted?” He just kept rubbing you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, moving faster as he felt you bucking in his grasp.
“You were too fucking sweet.” He slid three fingers in now, it was still too easy. There was no denying it anymore and you both knew the truth. He kept his thumb on your clit while he fucked his fingers into you—not gently anymore. Now, he was actually trying to get you to cum, and it didn’t seem like he would have much trouble doing so.
“You know the only thing I hate more than brats, kitten?” He answered before you could mumble anything beneath his palm. “Liars.”
His speed quickened even more, eyes locked on yours in the mirror, hungrily watching the way you writhed against him.
“You look close, baby? Does my kitty need to cum, hm?”
Yes yes yes.
You desperately tried to say it loud enough for him to hear. He pulled his fingers out, only focusing on your clit now as he rubbed you with the rhythm he knew you liked most.
“Yeah? Are you sure, kitten? You wanna cum all over my fingers? Are you gonna make a big sweet mess for me to eat up, hm?” You kept begging over and over again as his fingers continued to quicken. You shut your eyes in anticipation, so desperate to cum and you were only two seconds away. So he slapped your clit.
Your eyes shot open, your screams muffled as he pressed his hand even further against your mouth.
“Aw, poor baby. I know my kitty was so close to cumming. She needed it so bad. If only you hadn’t been so fucking greedy, sweetheart. Then I wouldn’t have to punish your pussy like this. It breaks my heart, really.” He slapped it again. And then again. And again. The sound of his wet skin against your cunt rang through the room as you screamed in his grasp.
“Have you learned your lesson not to disobey me, hm?” You nodded before he finally freed your mouth, wrapping his wet palm around your neck instead. You gasped, desperately trying to catch your breath. He slapped your cunt again—only because he wanted to hear your scream unmuffled just once.
“Use your words,” he commanded.
“Yes—yes. I’ll be good. I promise.” He hummed in approval while you continued pleading.
“Well, baby. I hope the last time you came was worth it because it’s going to be sooo long before I touch you down here again.” You were left dumbfounded by the threat. How long exactly was sooo long?
“But I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, really. Please don’t do this to me.”
“Oh no no, don't blame me. You did this to yourself, kitten. You can’t be trusted. You only think with your cunt—like I said. It’s the only way I can get you to listen.” The flat of his palm pressed against your pussy, as he rubbed it up and down just a little, a sense of longing in his eyes while he admired you in the mirror.
“I just wish I could kiss this kitty goodbye, but you’d probably cum just from that, huh? It's really a shame you couldn't behave, kitten. I'd already planned to end your punishment early when I got home because you'd been so good. I was going to eat this pretty pussy so sloppy and let you cum as many times as you wanted all over my face...” He shook his head in disappointment before finally letting your legs go.
He stood up without another touch, nonchalantly walking out of view.
“Oh well. Nothing I can do now, I guess. Hopefully you learn your lesson this time. I’ll run you a bath though, okay, baby?”
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