caleb content only ₊˚ପ⊹ dead dove blog — minors dni!
❕all posts contain watersports content. other cw’s will be tagged accordingly within each post. you have been warned.
[d] = drabble [au] = long fic
caleb eats mc out over the toilet [d]
he just keeps going until she can't take anymore [au]
using mc's pussy as a urinal [d]
mc wants him to use her mouth [d]
caleb has a thing for watching her [au]
mc pissing on herself out of fear [au]
mc deepthroating caleb while he pees [d]
caleb goes inside of her <3 [d]
mc letting go onto his cock [d]
mc overstimulated from caleb's fist [au]
mc holds caleb's dick while he urinates [d]
they make a pit stop on their road trip [d]
he makes her piss on the floor :( [d]
caleb needs her to pee for his thorough inspection [d]
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❕cw: pseudo-incest, piss kink, degradation, choking, cum eating, mutual masturbation, mentions of p in v sex
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“m’g-gonna pee— caleb! please.”
“yeah, i bet you are. keep begging, it makes me harder.” he laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
“i’m not fucking around! you—“ her world is stomped out by the weight of his boot kicking into her side hard enough to shove her onto the ground, then cutting her airway when he shifts his foot onto her neck. soft cheeks meet hardwood floor, drool and her urine pooling beneath her.
“look, now you’ve earned even more punishment. lucky me.” the sound of his clicking tongue is all she can focus on as she feels a surge of desire take hold of her spirit.
“ge— ge!”
“c’mooon, baby. i’m a visual learner. show me.”
her fingers shake as she rubs her clit slowly, her hips violently twitching up and down. the whites of her eyes show as they begin to roll back, the looming figure of her brother blurring above her. his boot does not relent.
“feels— so— good, a-ah!”
she hears him swear under his breath, the sound of his zipper coming undone and his cock springing out of its prison. he pumps himself once, twice, then on the third, he’s already shooting cum onto the ground next to her. he growls like an animal, throwing his head back in silent reverence before his searing gaze returns to her. as if to say, ‘come back to me’. swallowing thickly, his adam’s apple bobs.
finally, he removes his foot from her throat, crouching down in front of her. her tongue is already working at the mess in front of her, the wood groaning under their weight. salty, bitter-sweet cum scoops into the dip of her wet muscle. his cock twitches at the sight of her red knees dragging across the piss-covered ground beneath her.
shit, he didn’t even have to tell her what to do. he stares in adoration with his realization.
when she finishes, he pulls her up by the hair for a sloppy kiss. it’s enough to give her slight whiplash, both of them moaning into the crevices of each other's mouths. her brows crease when they reluctantly part.
“please, caleb. i need you.”
“i know, beautiful. m’gonna fuck you like you deserve it.”
tension boils over during the thunderstorm in caleb’s living room—things get heated. what really happens in captive bird when caleb and mc are finally honest with how they feel about each other.
━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)
━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with plot, porn with feelings/angst, fluff, canon story continuation
━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 13.4k
━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, SPOILERS TO CAPTIVE BIRD (main story), more compliant with original chinese script, not incest (it’s very clear they are not related and do not feel related), unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, virginity loss (male and female), panty sniffing/licking (while on female mc), panty stealing, multiple orgasms, light choking, improper use of Evol, lots and lots of dirty talking (caleb is a vocal man), lots of pet names (princess, brat, baby, babygirl, and the occasional pip-squeak), cumming on stomach, cum…licking?, use of gege, size difference, use of Y/N, lots and lots of main story/lore/anecdote references, lots of feelings and angst, references to caleb’s right arm, bratty mc/brat tamer caleb
━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | captive bird video (also has entire ch2)
━ ✧.˖ A/N: vomits everywhere DON’T LOOK AT ME,,,,,idk how this got out of hand….i was hoping it would be MAX 9-10k…it’s 13k….anyways i hope you enjoy <3 first of many love letters to caleb, my babyyy.
if you cannot tell yes caleb is my favorite….far far behind is sylus and then behind him is zayne. but i fear it is not even close.
this is the first installment of my “””planned””” caleb series - essentially it’ll be smutty moments throughout the canon content: main story, five star mems, bonds, etc. no schedule, no promises. i will write when i feel inspired <3
lore and plot build up is probably 4k words and the smut is like 9k. It goes lore → smut so you can skip the plot and go straight to the smut if youd like LOL
THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.
✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖
part one | part two |
“Our reporters out in the field confirmed the lockdown will be lifted after being in effect for weeks. The Farspace Fleet assures everyone that the explosion in the Cascade District will not happen again–”
The newscaster is cut off when Caleb shuts off the television, coming up behind you. True to his word, three days had passed and it seemed the situation in Skyhaven was on the cusp of “resolving.” You’d finally be able to return home soon.
Home–to Linkon. It used to be Caleb’s home too.
On the other hand, your prickly relationship with Caleb had only tensed further in the past few days. You’d exchanged maybe a handful of words, not for lack of trying on his part.
After he had clasped the monitoring bracelet onto your wrist, he may as well have locked away the last bit of hope you had that the Caleb you once knew was still under that prim and poised Colonel’s uniform.
In your time at Skyhaven, he’d proven time and time again that the Caleb you grew up with, the gege you once loved, was gone. And what remained was someone you did not recognize, and didn’t know if you cared to.
And yet, in the three days you locked yourself in the hollow room of his suffocating home, he’d still cook every meal for you, despite being gone much of the day. Three times a day, without fail, a tray of your favorite Caleb specials would show up at the foot of your door, accompanied by small and ridiculous sticky notes that pulled relentlessly at your heartstrings.
Caleb always loved notes. He used to say it was your guys’ thing.
But now, you weren’t so sure there was a you and him anymore.
“After all this is over, the Fleet will return to the Deepspace Tunnel. You’ll be safe. For now,” Caleb’s words cut through your thoughts. You nearly jump at the sound of his voice, this being the most you’d allowed him to say to you lately.
What’s more jarring is the idea that the Farspace Fleet is leaving Skyhaven. You’d forgotten that they hardly ever stationed here–spending most, if not all, their time patrolling the Deepspace Tunnel.
“So you’re just going to leave again? Without saying anything?” you bite out, overwhelmed by a bitterness you hadn’t quite processed since reuniting with him.
Caleb smiles, a ghostlike smirk that doesn’t meet his eyes. It’s riddled in self deprecation and pity, “You won’t have to see me anymore. Shouldn’t you be happy?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he chuckles and grabs your wrist, “I’m about to leave. Let’s have dinner together.”
Between the idea that Caleb is leaving you yet again, and him making yet another demand of you, you violently rip your arm away from him. Your words are venomous as you spit them out, “So I have to listen to the Colonel even when it comes to eating and drinking now?”
You storm away from him, sitting on the couch in the living room, hands clenched in your lap. Your gaze is fixed on your angrily quaking fists, and in the corners of your vision you see Caleb seating himself on the ottoman in front of you.
“You can be mad, but don’t let it affect your health,” he holds out an apple in front of you, a silent offering. It's perfectly red opulent skin only makes you bristle with more annoyance.
“I’m not mad.”
Caleb chuckles knowingly, “Growing up, I knew you better than anyone.”
His voice doesn’t change but there’s an undercurrent of emptiness that makes you look up at him. He doesn’t meet your eyes, his cheek resting on his fist as he turns the apple in his fingers, the ruby skin glinting under the lights.
“I could see through your lies before you could blink. Bite your lip, and I could instantly tell you were upset.”
He speaks as if remembering something precious he’d lost, violet eyes briefly flickering to yours before they cast downward again, focussing on the apple like it might solve your problems.
“Then tell me, since you know me so well, what am I thinking right now?”
Before he can respond, you continue, “I’m thinking…how did you turn into someone I can’t even recognize?”
Part of you regrets the words as soon they come out. But the other part, the larger part, wants him to see what you see. To feel what you feel. You think that part of you wants to hurt him like he’s been hurting you.
Caleb chuckles darkly, putting the apple back into the fruit bowl on the coffee table with the other perfect and untouched apples, “I know. You’re thinking a chip got put into my brain and it changed who I am, right?”
His shadowed gaze meets yours, unfathomable emotions shining through the eyes you once found immeasurable comfort in. He reaches out to hold your cheek, his fingers grazing your jaw. The look in his stormy eyes makes your skin crawl, and yet his touch is so unbearably familiar that you can’t help but lean into him.
“What if I told you…I was always this person?”
Your breath catches at the inexplicable hope that clashes with the sinister darkness shadowing his face. His deceptively simple words have you unconsciously inching away from him, your mind reeling as you struggle to accept them. Refuse to accept them.
Could he really always have been this person?
Could you really have been so deluded that you’d fallen in love with a complete stranger?
No, not a stranger–but someone who never even existed to begin with.
You recoil, not from his touch–but from his words, your spine hitting the back of the couch. There’s a split second where Caleb’s face falls, a flash of the sweet innocent boy you were yearning for finding its way to the surface. But then his face hardens, his Colonel’s mask slipping back on.
He stands before you, between your parted knees, his height looming over you like the impending storm that brews just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the glass cage that was his home.
Caleb’s voice is so rough you almost don’t recognize it. His fist grasps the back of the couch beside your head, trapping you between it and him. You can’t bring yourself to push him away, your chest pounding at his proximity, eyes instinctively drawn into the curves of his lips as he speaks.
“It’s you who’s still living in a fantasy, Y/N.”
Those hauntingly beautiful amethyst irises search yours for even a glimmer of understanding. You’re nearly consumed by the stark contrast of the frenzy and despair in them.
“The people who want your power–who’d hurt you. They should all just…disappear.”
Caleb speaks with such a sinister conviction, as if he’s swearing a solemn oath to you. One that paints your skin with goosebumps at just how serious you can tell he is. How much of his humanity he’s willing to throw away–for you.
“You’re only safe when you’re by my side.”
He smiles at you, a deceptively warm smile that reminds you of the gege who always bandaged your knees and shielded you from the thunderstorms that reminded you of the roar of Wanderers. The Caleb your heart found itself inexplicably yearning for, no matter how much you told yourself you shouldn't.
But the flickering darkness–the frantic despair in his deep purple eyes pulls you back into reality, like a blackhole swallowing all the light around it.
“I’d rather be in danger than live like this, Caleb!” the sheer anger you’d held onto from the last three days boils over, tears of frustration pooling in the corner of your eyes.
Your next words come tumbling out before you can stop them, knowing just how much they’ll hurt him. You’re not even sure they’re true–but once the floodgates open, you can’t shut them.
“I don’t need you!”
Caleb’s gentle smile transforms into one of disbelief as your palm rests on his chest, finally finding the strength to push him away. When he glances away from you, his eyes darting around frantically, he looks hopelessly lost. A plane adrift.
“Don’t need me?”
His voice is incredulous as he grabs your wrist, holding it above your head. His grip is firm and unyielding, but not enough to hurt you in the slightest. Caleb always knew just how much you could take, after all.
It doesn’t take much for him to pin you firmly against the couch, leaning in closer to cage you into the furniture. In the back of your mind, you know you should shove him off–slap him even.
But all you could focus on is the way his long eyelashes are so close you could count them. How you can feel his heated breath fan across your parted lips, practically able to taste him on your tongue.
You can’t find it in yourself to put up a fight, unable to even tear your eyes away from him as the dark expanding universe in his irises searches yours. All you can do is weakly, pathetically, hit his arm.
“Then tell me, what do you need? I can give you anything.”
Did you want him to leave?
Your heart pounds at his words, the raw honesty and vulnerability dripping off of them, so serious it was nearly a threat. The desperate glint in his eyes was unlike anything you’d ever seen before.
You didn’t recognize him in the slightest.
“You want to return to Linkon? Then we can go back to Linkon.”
Could you return to Linkon with him? To the place where you’d held Caleb’s hand for the first time and inevitably fallen in love with the gege who’d protected you all your life? A man who was now no more than a ghost of who he once was.
“If you want to return to the past, then we can rebuild our old house and live together again.”
House. Not home. Because that’d been destroyed in the same explosion that’d killed your Caleb.
“And if one house isn’t enough, I’ll build you an entire maze.”
A maze. Designed with the illusion of a way out, but in reality you knew it’d just be another way to keep you caged in like a little helpless bird all over again. Flying around aimlessly–lost.
“I’ll decorate it with everything you could ever want. It will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you’ve ever seen.”
Caleb holds your face possessively as he speaks, as if you might disappear at any moment. His thumb catches stray tears as they descend your cheek. The devotion in his yearning eyes is boundless, a void threatening to swallow you whole.
A dream world just for the two of you.
“No one will ever be able to find you ever again. I’ll protect you forever.”
The dream shatters into a million glass fragments, the shards embedding into your heart that had bled and scabbed over so many times these past few weeks in Skyhaven that it was unrecognizable.
You press your free palm into his chest, pushing back gently. There’s no frustration or urgency this time, just a heartfelt plea that you can’t quite place.
“Caleb…you shouldn’t do this.”
The words feel foreign as they leave the tip of your tongue.
“You’re my…” the term feels like acid but you force it out, needing to get through to him. Your open hand on his chest closes into a tightly clenched fist.
“My…brother. You mean more to me than anything.”
For a long time you hadn’t felt like Caleb was your brother. You don’t really know if you’d ever felt like he was. The only thing you were certain of was that Caleb had become the most precious person in your life.
And you loved him. Was in love with him.
But it was too late to tell him that now.
For now, you needed him to see reason. That the world he envisioned for the two of you was nothing more than a faraway dream, and dreams existed only in the whispers of the night.
Caleb freezes, before biting out a bitter chuckle–halfway between a scoff and a sneer. The Colonel’s mask slips off, fluttering to the floor entirely. The wild look in his eyes is reminiscent of a caged beast that’d been whipped one too many times.
“Hah–brother?”
You struggle as Caleb pries your hand off his chest, not really knowing why you’re fighting him. It’s hard to think, with him so close to you, your resolve fading with each moment that passes.
You vaguely hear the bowl of apples on the coffee table being knocked over, unceremoniously tumbling to the ground. Caleb hovers above you, his face darker than the torrent of storm clouds just outside the glass windows.
“Y/N, your biggest mistake was believing that I could play the part of your perfect brother forever.”
You can’t tell if it’s the terrifying roar of thunder or his shocking confession that makes your heart pound so violently it hurts. Your fist quivers as you pull back, but Caleb only holds you tighter, unwilling to let you go.
The weight of his words crushes you–stealing your breath away, until there’s nothing left but the wreckage of your resolve.
“Day after day, I’ve endured. I’ve held myself back. But now…”
His voice is so low that you can barely hear him over the clap of thunder, gravelly with a hungry desperation that makes your toes curl against the carpet.
“I’m done playing pretend.”
The lightning outside flashes, illuminating his shadowed eyes revealing the depth of his turmoil. Without the carefully knit Farspace Colonel’s mask he always wore, Caleb was an open book, wearing his heart so openly on his sleeve that you could see every twisted thought.
Temptation, desperation, yearning, guilt, sin. All that he had shouldered and endured alone, donning the role of the supposed “older brother” like a shield, unwilling to risk losing the most precious thing in the world to him.
You.
And after weeks of seeing nothing but the cold, faraway, unforgiving Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, you were drawn to this Caleb like a moth to a flame.
Illogically, irrevocably, and so deeply that it hurts you.
Caleb swears under his breath, shaking his head as if trying to snap out of a daze. His grip on your wrists loosens, but he doesn’t let go. His words come out in a forced choke, almost as pained as his anguished stare.
“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that unless you’re willing to admit you’re done playing this game too.”
You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, your face no doubt as red as the apples that had tumbled to the ground. Your thoughts race a mile a minute, trying to reconcile what you’d always felt for him, telling yourself you shouldn’t, with what he was confessing to you now.
What if you were never part of the game to begin with?
“Like what?! I’m not doing anything!” is all you can find yourself saying, almost petulantly, deflecting from what’s threatening to spill over. His skin felt impossibly hot against yours, his fingers nearly branding your wrists, reminding you just how much you’d come to feel for him.
Reminding you of exactly who your heart was so violently pounding for in this exact moment.
Caleb shakes his head, a dark breathy chuckle escaping his lips as he releases your hands from above your head, instead gripping the couch behind you, boxing you in again. The storm outside fades away, until it’s only him, looking at you with an entire universe’s worth of longing reflected in those lavender halos.
His hand lifts to your cheek, hesitating before he uses the knuckles of his fingers to wipe your tears away, stroking along your jaw. It’s impossibly innocent, and yet you find your thighs clenching against him.
“Tell me I’m insane.”
You blink up at him trying to process what he was asking of you, the same exact things you had been telling yourself for…years.
“Tell me…it’s all in my head.”
Caleb’s voice is nothing more than a desperate whisper, pleading with you to tell him what he needs to hear. Yes…or no. Whatever it is, he just can’t play this game anymore.
“Tell me you don’t feel…this.”
His long fingers slowly, tentatively, thread into your hair, his thumb stroking your jaw as he gently grasps your face, tilting you closer to him. Your eyes flicker to his parted lips that are so close you could just inch forward and taste them.
You definitely felt it.
“I-I don’t. Caleb…we can’t do this.”
You lie through your teeth, still holding onto the last fray of restraint you had left. The last, dying, part of you that wanted to keep the memory of you and Caleb exactly how it was. In a beautiful crystal box, that you could cherish and protect forever.
Unchanging, undamaged, untouched.
Perhaps…that’s what Caleb thought he was doing when he kept you here in his glass home. Keeping you alive.
“Didn’t I say I could always tell when you’re lying, pip-squeak?”
His amethyst eyes are hooded with a deep swirling caution, warning you. That he can see right through you–he’s always been able to. And he’s never taken well to you keeping things from him.
You try to bite back the visceral shiver at that sweet little pet name he so effortlessly called you, even when he was looking at you like a lion would a sheep.
Caleb lowers himself so he’s kneeling before you, his knees pressing into the edge of the couch between your legs.
“You’re trying to preserve a fantasy–a dream. But I’m right here, in front of you,” he urges, his voice broken and raw. Taking your hand, he presses your palm to his chest–his heart. Even through his shirt, you can feel the ridges of his muscles heaving with the weight of his heavy heart beats.
“Caleb…” you murmur, halfway between a warning and a plea. The feeling of his heart beneath your palm blurs the line between reason and desire.
Caleb shuts his eyes, drawing a deep and shaky breath.
“Don’t say my name like that,” he growls, his fingers digging into the expensive leather of the couch, so forcefully that it threatens to rip.
“Don’t say my name like I’m already gone. I’m right here.”
The vulnerable plea in his voice is so thick that you choke, tears welling in your eyes as you stare up at him, his eyes reflecting the same Caleb who used to point out planes as they flew by in the sky, promising you the world.
Maybe you were the one who’d imprisoned him.
Trying desperately to hold onto the Caleb you knew. Blind to the fact that he was right in front of you, even if he’d shed the feathers you once knew. Forcing him into the tiny suffocating cage of what you wanted.
He was right here. The Caleb who wore your hair ties on his wrist, the same one who dried your wet hair, who always looked for your face in every crowd.
The same Caleb who always did anything and everything to protect you, ever since he held your hand for the first time.
And you’d punished him for it.
Your hands come up to hold his face in your palms, holding his gaze with unyielding regret. Caleb’s breath audibly catches at your touch, his face instinctively nuzzling into your palms, eyes shutting in a brief second of respite.
“I…” you start, trying to find the words. But they escape you, stuck in your throat, where your heart clenches with repentance. Caleb is incredibly patient, stroking circles into the back of your head, not pushing you.
You try again, “I’m…” You curse yourself inwardly, eyes prickling.
Why couldn’t you just fucking say it?
You were the coward, after all.
Caleb’s thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth, careful not to stroke your bottom lip like he so desperately wanted to. His other hand clenches into a tight fist that trembles with the weight of his restraint.
He gives you that half smile that’s so effortlessly Caleb that what’s left of your resolve snaps.
“You don’t have to say it,” he reassures, almost dejectedly, his beautiful bright violet eyes falling, dimming like a burnt out bulb, “It’s okay.”
Even when he’s falling apart at the seams, his first instinct is to protect you.
His breathing is heavy, lips parted, as his eyes flicker to your lips. The longing is so evident in those amethyst irises, but the light fades with every second that passes. Fighting with every instinct in his body, his thumb brushes along your jaw one last time before he releases your face, getting onto his feet.
“Just…have dinner with me before I go–please.”
Your eyes widen, heart pounding painfully as you watch him back away from you.
No.
You were done living in this fantasy you’d built. The dreamland you’d woven for Caleb and yourself. It was just as much of a prison as the one he’d put you in.
Before you know what you’re doing, you reach out to grab his wrist and yank him back. Taken utterly by surprise, Caleb falls back toward you with little resistance. Almost falling into your lap, his hands shoot out to the couch behind your head to steady himself, his forehead nearly pressed into yours.
“What are you–”
Before your courage fades, you thread your fingers on either side of his face into his soft hair. You lean in the rest of the way, resting your forehead on his, his bangs prickling your skin. Your breaths mingle, his lips so close you could almost feel them–how soft they’d feel against your own.
Do. Don’t think.
You push your lips to his, swallowing his subtle gasp of surprise, pulling him as close as he can possibly get with his knees pressed up against the seat of the couch.
Caleb hesitates, his hands remaining respectfully by your head, his lips still.
But that lasts for less than a fraction of a second before his hands are gripping the back of your head, fingers tangled aggressively in your hair, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, groaning unabashedly into you.
Caleb’s lips are soft, slotting perfectly against yours like two broken pieces of glass. His teeth gently graze against your lip, begging for more. He’s the perfect balance of hungry and tender, demanding and delicate.
You can tell he’s holding back, adorably so–not wanting to cross any boundaries unless you haul him over those lines. Despite that, he can’t help but cup the back of your head possessively, pulling you impossibly closer against his torrid lips.
Finally giving into what you’ve dreamt of for years possesses you with a boldness you’ve never experienced. It isn’t long before you’re teasing the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue, wanting in.
Caleb groans, one hand cautiously shifting to your hips. He hesitates, and you use your own palm to press him into your waist, begging him to hold you tighter.
In one swift motion, he has your legs swung over his thighs, not going so far as to seat you on his lap. You sit on the cushion beside him, his arm cupped behind your back, the other holding your jaw. Your own hands are looped around his neck, inhaling his breath as your own, your tongue desperately tangled with his.
To your dismay, Caleb pulls away, his fingers gently holding your chin. He pants, broad chest heaving with desire, tilting your face so that your eyes level with his.
“Tell me you want this.”
He fights with every instinct in his body that tells him to take your lips in his again. The way your beautiful eyes flutter at him, your lips perfectly parted so that he can feel your warmTH fan against him.
He’d spent his entire life forcing himself to look the other way–convincing himself that he should be the brother figure he thought you needed. Resolved his heart to still every time he saw those very fluttering eyes and intoxicating lips.
But now you were unraveling that very carefully crafted resolve, imploding it like a collapsing star.
“I need to hear you say it, Y/N.”
You were a coward, but Caleb always made you brave.
Swinging your thigh over his lap, you straddle him, pressing him deeper into the couch. Caleb swears under his breath, his hands instinctively resting on your waist, locking your body against his. Holding his face in your hands, you bring him in so close his long eyelashes tickle your cheek.
“I want this. I want you.”
Caleb’s swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the intensity of his need, “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you saying that.”
He weaves his hand into the back of your head, pulling you to him, consuming your moans once more. His tongue claims every inch of you, causing your mind to go blank, throwing all prior restraint and reason out the window.
Your body rolls instinctively against his lap, gasping when you feel something solid and thick right where your undoubtedly soaked panties press against Caleb’s lap.
His fingers tighten against your hips, threatening to leave fingertip shaped bruises, ripping his lips away with every ounce of self-control he has left.
“Y/N…this is your last chance to tell me to stop,” he rasps, eyes clouded over with a dark animalistic gleam. A desire that could only be born from years of pent up yearning and restraint.
“Once we start…I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he murmurs, holding your cheek so adoringly. It’s clear that, while he’s giving you an out, he prays to the Gods that you won’t tell him to stop.
With a pointed roll of your hips, earning you a delicious breathy moan from him, you grip the back of Caleb’s head, tugging on his hair. You pull his head against your chest, cradling him affectionately.
Caleb inhales a sharp breath at the sound of your pounding heart against his ear. How many times he’d stayed up, fraught with haunting nightmares, listening to this very sound, to your steady breathing, grounding him to this reality.
“I’m done playing pretend, Caleb.”
You can feel his entire body go rigid beneath you, his thick muscles tensing with heated desire. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip with reverence.
“Then…let me show you what’s real.”
With very little effort, Caleb picks you up, gripping your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. You squeal, looping your arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life.
“A little warning next time would be nice,” you grumble as he walks you, presumably, to the bedroom he had given you. His bedroom.
Caleb chuckles, his frustratingly infectious laugh, pressing a wet kiss into your jaw, “You used to beg me to carry you like this all the time. Suddenly you don’t like it?”
Your cheeks heat up at the memories of all the times he’d carried you around when you feigned being too exhausted to move, “It’s different now.”
You find your back being pushed against the cold and hard surface of the bedroom door.
“You’re definitely right about that. Back then…I couldn’t do this.”
He presses his lips into the curve of your neck, biting down with just enough force to make you clench against his solid body, crying out in surprise. Your reaction elicits a deep and warm chuckle from him. He kicks open the room of the bedroom and sets you down gently on the plush of the mattress.
He keeps his fingers pressed firmly into your thigh, keeping it hooked against his waist. Your chest heaves with desire, looking up at him expectantly. He hovers just an inch above you, kneeling between your legs, elbow pressed into the bed beside your face, caging you in.
“You’re…” he rasps, fingers digging into the plush of your thigh. He trails off, at a loss for words as his eyes rake down your lips, to your wonderfully exposed neck, to the defined curves of your collar. He clenches his fist, trying to calm down and stop himself from absolutely devouring you.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
“I’m what?” you tease, biting your lip at the way his eyes travel down your body, like it was his first time seeing the sky. Your hand travels from his jaw to trickle down his pulse, fingers teasing the bare skin where his silver necklace normally sat, the dogtag forgotten somewhere on the living room couch.
He groans, knees buckling under your touch. You gasp when you feel his excitement against you, your body instinctively arching up to grind against him. The sensation feels so mind numbingly intense that you can’t help but let out a soft moan, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.
Caleb hisses, his fingers digging in, almost painfully, to your thigh. His hips chase the feeling, bucking against you again, making both of you groan. He holds your jaw tenderly in one hand, forcing you to look at him, his voice rough with lust.
“You’re a brat,” he murmurs, sinking down to your neck, “Gonna be the death of me.”
He trails a kiss of heated kisses down your pulse point, using his tongue to draw the most beautiful moans from your kiss-bitten lips. When he reaches your collar, he laughs into your burning skin.
“Nothing else to say, princess?”
You whine at his condescending tone, never a fan of losing to him. Mustering up your courage, you trail your hand lower until they tease the waistband of his pants. You don’t give him a chance to protest before you slip your fingers in, gasping when they meet the hot leaking tip of his cock. It’d hardened to the point that it could practically sit at his belly button, so you didn’t have to reach very deep for what you wanted.
You revel in Caleb’s string of choked expletives, biting back the moan that threatens to escape your own lips when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, desperately trying to stave off the orgasm you’re already building in him.
Years of yearning, restraint, and being completely and utterly uninterested in anyone that wasn’t you had truly eaten his stamina.
It only encourages you to wrap your fingers snugly around him, giving him just one single languid stroke.
Caleb’s fingers find your wrist, closing tightly enough to stop your ministrations, a dangerous warning reflected in his eyes. You can see his pulse pound in his neck, his breath coming out heavy and forced.
“Let’s not forget who’s in charge here, hm?” he grits hoarsely, deceptively calm, trying his best to hide how completely unraveled you have him with your pretty little fingers wrapped around him. When he has you panting so divinely beneath him, like he’d dreamt of for years.
With your hand caught in his, your eyebrows furrow in challenge. Your free hand weaves into the back of his head, pulling him back down so you can press a teasing kiss into his neck. When he stiffens above you, you sink your teeth in, marking him as yours, which he’d always been. At his hiss of ecstasy, your hips buck up to drag against his bare erection, nearly able to feel how wet you’d gotten through your panties and through your jeans.
“Such a tease,” he grounds out, his purple eyes burning with a dangerous desire, “Who taught you to be such a brat? Cause I know it wasn’t me.”
Your eyes flare with indignation, despite how badly your body literally quivers for him
“Not a brat. You’ve just always been a sore loser,” you taunt, pressing another heated kiss into his pounding jugular, this time letting your tongue tease him.
With a feral growl, you find both of your hands pinned above your head with just one of Caleb’s bigger hands, his grip punishing and addicting. He pushes his cock right into your inner thighs, giving you a taste of what’s to come.
“You’re going to regret that, baby.”
With his free hand, he undoes the buttons on your blouse, yanking it open. Your coat had long been forgotten, probably somewhere on the couch, leaving you completely naked before him. You hadn’t worn a bra since you’d been stuck inside for the last three days, and with Caleb being at the base most of the time, you didn’t see the point.
You yelp as the cool air-conditioned breeze hits your bare nipples, not noticing the way Caleb’s eyes widen, his pupils dilating like he’d been concussed.
“Why aren’t you…” he trails off, his eyes doing their damn best to stare into your eyes and not at the soft plush of your breasts. The way your beautiful skin leads up to your hardened nipples that are just begging to be tasted. He doesn’t finish his thought, swearing like a sailor.
Caleb’s violet eyes search yours, pleading with you.
“Tell me one more time.”
You trace his jaw with your fingertips, trying to ignore how painfully exposed you feel. His eyes flutter shut, his cheek nuzzling into your hand. Like a puppy.
But when his eyes open again, there’s a ravenous fire that reminds you more of a rabid wolf than a sweet little house pet.
“Tell me you want this. Because...” he pauses, his fingers tracing down your collar, stopping right before the swell of your chest.
“I can’t go back to playing house. I can’t go back to pretending to be your big brother. Not when I’ve tasted you.”
Your heart flutters, core tightening, at his simultaneously sweet and filthy words. Gently wriggling one hand free, you grab his finger that rests on your collar, guiding his hand down. Caleb’s breathing grows incredibly heavy and off-beat as he watches you lead his hand to cup your breast.
You bring his face to yours, whispering, “Caleb…”
“Please. I can’t wait anymore.”
Caleb’s eyes widen noticeably, cursing, “God you–you’re so fucking beautiful. Especially when you say my name like that. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
With one hand still pinned above you, the other holding his hand to your chest, you crane your neck up, pressing your forehead to his.
“Show me, Caleb.”
At the sound of his name rolling off your perfect tongue yet again, Caleb snaps. Gone was the chivalrous restraint he’d been hell bent on exhibiting.
He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip before pulling your chin to his, consuming you in a mind numbing kiss. You’re so distracted by his tongue against yours that you don’t notice when his fingers close around your nipple, rolling it torturously.
You tear your lips away with a moan, your back arching into him.
Caleb chuckles, between trailing kisses down to your chest, “Needy little thing, huh?”
You’re about to snark back at him until he takes one of your nipples into his lips, letting his tongue circle it tenderly. You bite your lip to stop the embarrassing sounds that threaten to escape, the warmth of his mouth driving you to insanity.
Caleb snakes one hand to your lip, gently unfurling it from your teeth. He’s still attentively devouring you when he forces himself to tear away for one second.
“Don’t you dare hide those pretty sounds from me,” his voice is commanding, every bit of the Farspace Colonel you’d come to know. Except this time, the Colonel makes you shiver with desire and not fear.
His thumb presses deeper, teasing your tongue. Growing impatient with how you hold back your cries, he sinks his teeth into your hardened nipple.
“Nngh–Caleb!” you all but scream. You can feel him smiling against your chest before he alternates to the other, drunk on the noises you cry for him. The taste of your skin on his tongue.
“You always were so good for me.”
With his lips latched onto you, he uses his free hand to unbutton your pants, tugging them down until you’re in nothing but your soaked panties. His fingers trickle down, teasing the waistband. Before he goes further, he grips your chin, bringing your hazy eyes to his.
“More?” he murmurs tenderly, trying to get a temperature check on how you feel. He’d be damned if he ever made you unhappy again.
You sit up on your elbows, peering down at him. He’s flushed from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, his lips shiny with saliva. You let yourself revel in how devastatingly handsome he is, a sinful thought you’d denied yourself many times before.
God, you needed him so fucking badly.
Desperate to make up for years of lost kisses, you pull him in for another. When you finally pull away, you press his forehead against yours, your breath uneven, noses touching.
“More. Please.”
Caleb grins, “That’s my girl.”
Pushing you back against the bed, he sucks a trail of hickeys from your neck, to your breasts, down to your stomach.
In between his kisses, he murmurs, “Let me worship you like I’ve always wanted to.” You whine when he gets to your legs, sucking a bruise into your inner thigh. Your instinct is to pull away, acutely aware of how close he was to your soaking panties.
But Caleb’s fingers dig into the plush of your hips, effectively locking you against his desperate breath and wild eyes. He continues his relentless attack on your quivering thighs, purposely letting his nose brush against your panties, using his fingers to tease them to the side, letting his warm breath caress your most sensitive parts.
“You’re fucking soaked,” Caleb growls, almost in awe, “God, you spoil me.” He’s so close that he can smell you, his mouth literally watering in anticipation.
You whine, at your wit’s end, “Caleb, don’t tease.”
“Always so impatient,” he chuckles with a crooked grin, “I didn’t hold myself back for nearly a decade just to rush this.”
You groan in frustration, tears nearly forming in your eyes from the pure desperation, “You’re such a–hnngh!”
You cut yourself off with a breathy cry, more of a screech, when Caleb presses his tongue into the soaked fabric of your panties, nearly wedging himself into your leaking lips.
He groans as he tastes you. Even through the fabric you taste like a fucking drug. If heaven had a taste…this would be it.
“I’m such a what, princess?” Caleb chuckles breathlessly into your pussy, using your same teasing taunt from earlier.
You’re about to reach over to smack him when Caleb finds your clit, even through the underwear, his lips sucking obsessively. Your hips buck up into his mouth, back arching off the bed, only to have Caleb press his big hand into your stomach, pushing you back down.
“Dreamt about this, you know?” he grunts into you, practically taking a deep inhale of your intoxicating pheromones, his nose pressed into your underwear, as his tongue works you into a frenzy. He renders you unable to speak, even though you want to beg him to move your panties to the side.
He licks another stripe, this time between your lips and all the way until the tip of his tongue strokes your clit, making you squeal.
“Dreamt of how you’d smell.” He can’t help but breathe in a shaky breath, intoxicated by you, drunk off your scent.
“Dreamt of how you’d taste.” He finally tugs your panties down your thighs, nearly cumming right then and there at the sight of your naked core, glistening for him. Like a hormonal teenage boy.
“Hah–Caleb!” you’re cut off when his lips latch onto your bare clit, suckling gently as his fingers start to tease your folds, gathering up your copious slick with his fingertips and smearing it around.
“Dreamt of how you’d call my name. Just like that, babygirl.” He continues to devour you like a five course meal, better than any recipe he’d ever perfected. You tasted so divine on his tongue, he feared he’d never come back from this. Never be able to be without you. Always wanting to dive in between your legs, devour you until the only thing that dared leave your lips was his name.
“God you taste…” he can’t even complete his thought before his tongue is wedged between your slit again, lapping you up greedily. You’re too lost in your own pleasure to tease him, your eyes fluttering backwards.
“Can you take a finger, princess?” he groans shakily, practically begging. His breath is hot on your sensitive core, making you tremble.
“Y-Yes–mmf–please,” you huff, fingers carding through his hair as he nuzzles happily between your thighs. Like a bear with a honeypot.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes against you before slipping one finger into you. You gasp, the sting from just one digit taking you by surprise–thicker and longer than your own. But it doesn’t necessarily hurt.
Caleb bites the inside of his cheek, trying to focus on licking up the honey between your legs and not how unbelievably tight you are around just one finger. His cock leaks with the urgent need to feel you, and with how beautifully you’re unraveling for him, he has to fight from cumming untouched.
“You’re so…tight,” Caleb groans, almost in awe. He only had one finger in you. And you felt like that. You can only respond in a string of strangled moans, completely lost in the sensations that ripple through every nerve ending.
“Sh-shit,” he mutters, imagining what you’d feel like wrapped around his length as you clenched against his one finger. You were dangerous.
“Gonna need to stretch you out. Can you take another, sweet girl?”
You nod, not really knowing what he’s saying–too lost in this whole new world of ecstasy Caleb is introducing to you. But you trusted him with your entire life.
Gently, Caleb adds another one of his lengthy fingers. You wince at the stretch, the pain ebbing over the pleasure, causing tears to spring to your eyes. Caleb instantly stills, suddenly hovering above you, his fingers still deep inside you. His purple eyes are crinkled in concern, his free hand brushing the stray strands of hair off your cheek.
“Hey,” he murmurs tenderly, his thumb catching stray tears, “You with me?”
You writhe, still adjusting to the stretch of his second finger, the pain dulling slowly. His still fingers start to feel unnatural, the need for friction growing with every passing second.
“I’m–angh–I’m good,” you pant, “C-Caleb–please. Move.”
Caleb nearly chokes, his cock lurching at your tearful and needy plea. He slowly starts to move his fingers in and out of you again with the utmost gentleness.
“You’re doing so good for me, Y/N,” he pants, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay, “So wet and–hah fuck–warm.”
You whine at his praises, your gut knotting in excitement, the sensation returning back to a tingling pleasure.
Caleb gently scissors his two fingers, pressing his tongue against your core once more, desperate for another taste.
“I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he rasps in between sucking at your sensitive bud, “Feel good, princess? You like it when I praise you?”
You whine, nodding as best as you can, too far gone to feel ashamed. Your heart squeezes when you suddenly wonder just how Caleb had become so skilled with his fingers, with his tongue.
But you’re pulled out of those thoughts when the man in question starts flicking his tongue with renewed vigor and passion. An overwhelming pressure builds in your gut that makes you writhe with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
Caleb presses you back down, flat against the bed, “Tell me, baby. Let me hear you.” He jerks his fingers, simultaneously flicking his tongue against your clit. His hips buck repeatedly, groaning into your core as he fucks into the mattress.
The lewd sounds of his fingers inside you makes your cheeks burn with want. The vibrations that roll off his tongue and straight into you send you reeling.
“C-Caleb, it feels–I-I can’t..take much more,” you squeal, feeling like your abdomen is going to burst. You almost want to shove him off, overwhelmed by your impending orgasm. Yet you can’t get enough of his hand, his mouth, on you.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against you, fingers still inside you, “Cum for me, Y/N.”
Your breathing grows erratic, reduced to nothing but cries and moans, as he quickens his pace, curling his fingers to a hypersensitive part inside you. Your eyes go wide as the tension in your belly combusts, pleasure searing through your entire body like a wildfire.
Your fingers dig into the comforter, your back arching off the mattress. Caleb groans as he listens to your unabashed cries, his name on your tongue like a prayer.
“Angh–Caleb! Oh God,” you whimper as he continues to devour you, even when you’re gushing. If it didn’t feel so mind blowing you’d be embarrassed that you were dripping quite literally on his face.
“Fuck–dreamt of how you’d fall apart for me, just like this. But you’re…so much fucking better than my silly little fantasies.”
His fingers start to slow as your body trembles with overstimulation. You watch as he withdraws them, entranced by how they glisten and drip with you. With how exquisite you taste, intensified by just how many times he’d fantasized about this very scenario, he can’t help but lick his fingers absolutely clean.
You shakily sit up on your elbows, a mix of mortified and turned on watching him drunk off your slick. Your chest and gut both flutter, your teeth clamping down on your lip.
You wanted to taste him too.
Standing on your knees with him, you wrap your arms around his neck, taking him by surprise as you press your lips to his. His grunt is swallowed by your eager tongue, the taste of yourself confusingly arousing as you kiss him fervently.
His hands hold your waist tight against him as he kisses you passionately, reverently. You can feel his massive erection against your stomach, his skin soft and burning against yours. It leaks profusely, smearing against your naval.
Eagerly, breaking away for only seconds, you lift Caleb’s shirt up, scrambling to get it off of him, wanting him to be as exposed as you.
While you have him off guard, you weave one of your hands with his, clasping your palms together. Resonance always came effortlessly to Caleb and you–as natural as breathing. Using your Evol, you manipulate Caleb’s gravity Evol, flipping him beneath you and onto the bed. Your tongue is still tangled with his as you lay atop him, swallowing his chuckles. Your cheeks warm as you try and summon your most alluring self, pressing soft and heated kissing down his jaw, into his thrumming pulse, his thick shoulders.
“You’re so damn cheeky,” he groans, voice gravelly with pent up need, inexplicably turned on by the way you can control his Evol like second nature. His cock twitches as your lips make their way down his body, needing to be buried inside you more than ever.
As you descend further, lips at his abdomen, your intent becomes clear to Caleb. And while the thought of your lips around his dick makes him twitch like a virgin, which he unabashedly was, his impatience to be inside you grows to a painful peak.
He sits up, his hands finding your chin and tilting you to look at him. His voice is ragged, barely holding back the animalistic desire he feels for you.
“Hey, no. You don’t have to. Let me worship you today.”
He doesn’t mention that the feeling of your lips on his burning skin, nearing his painfully hard erection has him just about ready to come undone. Untouched.
You roll your eyes, shoving him back down. You don’t push very hard but he lets himself fall back, weak to your every want and whim.
“Haven’t you always wanted this, gege?” you grin teasingly, unsure where your confidence comes from. Your lips brush against the veins on his pelvis that lead to his very excited member. He jerks involuntarily, cursing under his breath–the familiar pet name now carrying an entirely new meaning.
“Sweethe–fuck,” Caleb chokes as your lips find their way around his thick leaking tip, deliberating shutting him up.
You do your best to pull your teeth back, not having much experience doing this, especially not with one so…big.
But big was an understatement. Caleb was…massive. He had girth as well as length, two prominent veins painted across the pink skin, standing incredibly tall against his abdomen.
Maybe you should be scared–terrified, of how that would fit inside you later. But it only makes you want to please him more.
Caleb’s fingers unconsciously find their way into your hair, tugging ever so gently. He does his best to stop himself from thrusting up into your impossibly tight throat.
“Hah–s’fucking…” he groans, voice haggard and forced as if he can’t breathe, “God, always knew that pretty little mouth would be perfect.”
His words encourage you to dare further, your tongue flicking against his leaking head, lapping up the leaking beads of his arousal. It’s surprisingly sweet, tinged with saltiness, no doubt from his addiction to apples, which makes it easier for you to take him deeper.
Caleb’s hips thrust up gently, his inexperienced excitement nearly controlling him completely. You relish in the way he almost uses your throat for his pleasure, slightly ashamed to think about how many times you’d imagined Caleb using you roughly.
Your thighs clench at the thought, a throaty moan escaping. Caleb’s hips stutter as the deep vibrations of your cry push him closer to painting your mouth milky white.
His voice comes out hoarse, almost harsh, “That’s enough, sweetheart. Come here.” He gently lifts your chin, his impossibly thick cock still buried down your tight throat.
You whine, not stopping, wanting him to come as undone as he had rendered you. Your whine only sends Caleb closer to the edge with a strangled hiss.
You feel the familiar feeling of his Evol wrapping around you, lifting you off, and throwing you under him. You roll your eyes as he hovers above you, his eyes level with yours.
“Always throwing me around with your Evol,” you grumble as if you hadn’t done the same thing moments ago.
Caleb grins, the entire room nearly lighting up with his handsome smile. His fingers trace down your lip to your throat, his hand wrapping around it gently.
“Would you rather I throw you around myself? That can be arranged.”
Your breath hitches as he pulls his pants the rest of the way down, giving you a brief reprieve to really admire his naked body. Caleb had always been well built, even in high school. But now, as he hovered above you, you were painfully reminded of just how much Caleb had grown up.
There was a reason Caleb attracted women left and right all throughout your lives. It literally got so excessive to the point he’d ask you to show up to campus and pretend to be his girlfriend to stop the countless advances. But now, after the explosion, after assuming the position of Colonel of the Farspace Fleet…
He was unreal.
Caleb chuckles, a teasing glint in his violet eyes as he grazes his thumb against the corner of your mouth, “Careful pip-squeak, any longer and you might start drooling.”
When you only respond with a silent glare and a gentle punch to his chest, his very muscled chest, Caleb grins and presses a tender kiss to your pouting lips.
“Later, we will discuss why you’re so good at that. For now…” he trails off hoarsely, entirely serious, despite his teasing tone.
“For now let me show you what you’ve done to me, hm? How utterly you have destroyed me for anyone else.”
Your heart flutters at his words, throat prickly with emotions. Was it really possible that the two of you had felt the same way about each other for nearly your entire lives, both unwilling to speak up?
“How many times I told myself I was crazy, that I was just supposed to be your gege.”
He takes the base of his thick erection into his hand.
“How I had to physically remove myself from the house when you’d wear those god-forsaken shorts.”
He drags himself up and down your leaking core, gathering up your arousal and lathering it against his burning cock. God you were so unbearably wet he had to fight from diving back face first in between your legs.
“How painfully I’d ache when you curled up next to me, claiming to be scared of the thunder.”
He intentionally presses his tip harshly into your clit, making your eyes roll and your hips buck, a strangled moan of his name escaping your lips.
His voice grows strained as he lines himself up with your entrance. While you were anxious of what you knew was coming, your body craves him like no other, your hips instinctively grinding, as if to impale yourself on him.
“How completely you own my heart.”
Caleb captures your lips in a searing kiss, eagerly consuming your cries of satisfaction as he gently rubs his engorged head against your unbearably tight heat. The anticipation eats at you, but you find yourself pulling your lips away.
“I-I’ve never…” you murmur shyly, trailing off, hoping he gets the message without needing you to spell it out. You grip the sheets nervously, your knuckles white.
Caleb’s eyes snap to yours, so quickly his neck nearly cricks. There’s an unprecedented swirling fire in his irises. He hisses, a string of curses that you can’t quite make out, the hand holding the base of his cock shaking.
“You can’t just…You’re trying to kill me aren’t you, pip-squeak?” he growls, restraint hanging on by the thinnest of threads. He buries his face into your neck, taking deep breaths of your intoxicating scent.
“Is that bad?”
He lifts his head from your shoulder, holding your face in his hands, letting his erection rub freely against your slicked pussy.
“No. No. But you’re making it impossible not to…” he groans, slamming his palm down onto the bed.
He sits up, taking your jaw into his hands, cupping your face with all the adoration in this world and the next.
“I haven't either. I’ve only ever wanted you. In high school, at the Academy…In this life, and every life after.”
“Ever since you held my hand for the first time, I’ve been yours.”
His words are so utterly devastating–sincere and painfully raw. It makes your chest constrict, your breath choked off. You find yourself rendered speechless again, despite how many confessions of your own were swirling in your mind, threatening to burst.
Instead, you pull him towards your lips, only able to convey the depth of your own devotion with your actions. Caleb grunts into you, relenting as you demand entrance to his mouth. You lose yourself in him, guiding him to reposition himself at your entrance.
Caleb nips at your bottom lip, his painfully hard dick in his hands once more, pressing gently into you.
You rip your mouth away in a pained squeal as he enters you, stretching you in ways you’d never fathomed. You’re so lost in the sting you don’t even notice the way Caleb’s knees buckle, his palm shooting out to catch himself before he falls on top of you, a string of hoarse expletives escapes him.
Caleb’s fingers gently brush away the hair that's fallen onto your face, the graze of his soft skin momentarily distracting you from the burning ache. His touch is so unbearably tender, it completely masks the way he’s falling apart at the seams, fighting his body’s instinct to explode white and hot inside of you.
“I’ve got you, princess,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting from your jaw into your neck, “You’re so perfect for me. Can you take a little bit more?”
The muscles of your thighs quiver violently at the strain of your body trying to accommodate his stupidly large dick. And while it burns like nothing you’ve ever felt before, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.
In the mush that he’s rendered your brain, you can vaguely hear yourself babbling, “C-Caleb–nngh–I-I can take more. Always wanted you–ngah–s’bad.”
Caleb’s amethyst eyes blacken, his jaw tightening sharply.
“Y/N…you can’t just say things like that–say my name like that and expect me to–hah–keep it together,” he rasps, the thin thread of restraint, on the verge of snapping.
Your eyes squeeze shut, the tears spilling from the corner of your eyes. Your fingernails dig into the thick ropes of muscles in his shoulders, pulling him closer. The sting makes his teeth clench, inadvertently sinking another inch into you.
“Mnngh–need you Caleb, I’ve always n-needed you,” you whimper, lips against his ear. Caleb stiffens.
“Fuck–okay baby. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything.”
You look down as he sinks yet another inch into you, his vein throbbing as it tries to nestle into you. Even through the searing stretch, you’re mesmerized by just how big he is, and how he’s fitting himself so perfectly inside you. The muscles of Caleb’s abdomen tremble with restraint, doing his best to keep from pounding into you.
Caleb kisses your cheek, softly licking up your stray tears.
“G-God the real thing is so much better than anything I could’ve ever dreamt up,” he grunts, squeezing your hips tenderly as he tries to bottom out, “Wanted this–wanted you for so damn long.”
The initial pain had ebbed into a dull ache that was quickly bleeding into the same ecstasy he’d just given you with his tongue.
“Ngah–wanted you since I can remember Caleb,” you confess brokenly, thick with the release of imprisoned emotions. You do your best to reach your shaky hand up to his perfect face, moving his sweat-dampened hair out of his eyes. He leans into your touch on instinct, that boyish charm returning to his face as his eyes shut in pure adoration.
“A-always…hah–have. So badly.”
Caleb groans at the genuinity in your confession, his normally purple eyes blackened almost entirely.
“So–nngh–you feel so incredible. I shouldn’t have wasted so much fucking time,” he groans, thrusting the rest of the way, bottoming out in your perfect little cunt.
Your cries are half way between a squeal and a moan as you feel him hit your cervix, pain blending overwhelmingly with the vast sea of pleasure.
“Caleb, s’too big–it’s too much,” you wail, feeling nearly split in half as his cock throbs inside of you, pulsing with the primal need to mark you. You look down and nearly yelp when you see his massive erection buried between your thighs–it was far too massive.
“You can, baby. You can take it,” he groans, bucking his hips ever so slightly, desperate for the feeling of your heavenly walls wringing him.
“Be a good girl, yeah? For me?” Caleb murmurs, his teeth nipping at your pulse, which earns him a beautiful moan from you. Your stomach flutters at his deceptively innocent pleas, your deep-rooted desire to please him, your perfect gege, taking over.
Your eyelids feel unbearably heavy as you stare into his heated irises, nodding eagerly.
Caleb exhales a shaky breath, bending down to press a burning kiss to your lips. You return it with equal fervor, whining when he pulls away, too quick for your liking.
He chuckles breathlessly, wiping the drool from your lip tenderly, “Say it, sweetheart. Need to hear you say it.” He punctuates his demand with the slightest shift of his hips, causing the thick head of his cock to brush against a particularly sensitive spot in you.
“Oh god Caleb–! I can take it, I can take it, please!”
Caleb hisses as his hips start to move. He hikes your thigh up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, caging him against you. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your rear, holding you impossibly closer to him as his pelvis snaps into your skin. The sound of wet skin colliding against each other rings loudly in your ear, lewd and filthy.
His thrusts are erratic, trying to find a suitable rhythm without losing his mind and taking you like a rabid beast. His other hand kneads at your breast, fingers toying with your perfectly pebbled nipples.
“Hah–taking me so well, always–nngh–knew you’d be absolutely perfect wrapped around me. Thought about it so many damn times.”
You bite your lip so hard you think you might draw blood, squeezing your eyes shut as his movements quickly blur the line between pleasure and pain. Your eyes flutter open when you feel Caleb’s thumb against your lip, prying your teeth away.
“Look at me Y/N. Let me see those beautiful eyes.”
Despite his rough movements, his eyes are jarringly tender, looking at you so adoringly–as if he wasn’t rutting into you like a madman.
You force your eyes open, blinking rapidly with the weight of the ecstasy raining down on your body. You briefly look down at where he’s connected to you, too fucked out to even notice the reddish-pink sheen coating Caleb’s member.
When your eyes flutter shut again, Caleb tsks, pressing his palm against the hypnotizing bulge against your stomach. Physically being able to see where he was buried so perfectly inside you drove him just to the edge of cumming, unable to stop himself from touching it.
Your eyes widen, squealing as you feel your walls harshly clamping down on his cock, nestled right at your g-spot. Caleb himself falters at the sensation, growling as he twitches uncontrollably inside you.
That was a mistake. You were already impossibly tight as it was, making you bare down on him only served to push him headfirst into the climax he’d been staving off.
“Baby,” he pants raggedly, “Nngh–shit–!” His hips stutter, knees buckling, burying himself into the curve of your neck. He bites down on your pulsing skin, forcing himself to pull out of your warm embrace, as he releases seemingly endless ropes of thick milky cum onto your beautiful stomach.
You whine at the loss of him buried inside of you, your core fluttering around nothing. You prop your chin up, getting lost in the way he paints your stomach, fisting himself furiously through his climax.
“Can’t control myself around you,” he grits through his orgasm, jaw slacking, “Not anymore.” Every defined muscle of his toned body quivers with the power of his orgasm.
Shivering at the sensation of his burning release splattering on your abdomen, you reach up to cup his face as he cums. Of course, he leans into your touch on instinct, the onslaught of emotions intensifying his climax.
Your body aches at the hollowness, but it quickly dissipates as you watch Caleb’s face, beads of sweat pebbling his skin, contorted in a pleasure so intense, a pleasure you’d given him. Squirming at the sight of him, still spurting cum, your fingers find your clit desperately.
Your eyes squeeze shut as you touch yourself to the image of him writhing above you. Not even a split second later, you feel the pull of gravity, your wrist being yanked away and pinned above your head.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
You whine as Caleb presses back against you, his cock replacing where your fingers had just been, “Y-You already–You don’t have to force yourself Caleb. I can–”
Your words are caught in your throat when Caleb lines himself back up with you, smearing the combined arousal messily around, teasing you relentlessly.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m done with you,” he grins widely, using his clean hand to realign himself. You glance down and realize Caleb is still unbearably hard, even after the absurd amount he’d painted your stomach with.
He slips back into you, your eyes rolling back at the familiar stretch. Except it’s so much more intense this time, your body knowing just what Caleb could do to you, and craving it like nothing else.
“Oh God just like that, Caleb–please!” you cry, pride gone with the wind, as he starts an earth-shattering rhythm, hips rolling into you with precision and purpose.
Caleb curses, the oversensitivity heightening every sensation, every desperate thrust into your perfect angel cunt, “Tell me, princess. How do I make you feel?”
You try to force your mind to cooperate and find the words that you want to say, “Feels…feels so–mnngh–Caleb!”
You can vaguely hear him laughing warmly as your mind goes blank, the thick head of his leaking cock pounding into you ruthlessly. He’d practically mapped out every sensitive nook of your pussy and he fully intended on taking advantage.
He gently grabs your throat with his free hand, applying pressure with only his fingertips and not his palm.
“Hm? Feels like what, sweetheart?” His thrusts slow to a tortuous pace, enough to have you squirming for more but not enough to push you over the edge of release. And he knows it.
“Caleb, don’t fucking tease me,” you whine breathlessly, “Hah–Pleease.” Your hips move against his pelvis, trying to chase the pleasure yourself.
“Needy little brat,” he murmurs affectionately, “You know I can’t say no to you.”
With those words Caleb starts pounding into you with renewed vigor, hell-bent on making you cum just as hard as he just did. His fingers wedge between your joined bodies, easily finding your clit and rubbing just how he knows you like. The familiar tension in your gut builds at an alarming speed, your body desperate to release after being even slightly edged.
“In return, you can show me how much you’ve wanted this, hm?”
His knowing words, the underlying authority in them, make you whimper with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. The combination of his relentless touch, his filthy whisperings,
Fuck, the Colonel of the Farspace Feet was your absolute undoing.
Caleb’s own muscles tense as his sensitive cock, hardened beyond belief again, starts to twitch inside you once more. You’d literally just milked him dry and he still couldn’t get enough. He probably never would.
“Oh god, so c-close Caleb!”
“Yeah? Show me how much you’ve wanted me to fuck you senseless, baby.”
He punctuates his demand with a twitch of his fingers against your clit, driving so deeply into you that you nearly choke. Your back arches so deeply it hurts, the cold feeling of his cum still painted across your stomach, a long forgotten sensation in the back of your mind.
“How much you want to cum on your gege’s cock.”
Your body shudders as you come undone explosively against his violent thrusts. Your fingers dig into his biceps, making Caleb hiss with satisfaction, his eyes unable to tear away from your gorgeous face as you cum on him.
“Oh god–please! Mnngh Caleb, c-cumming. Wan’ to cum for you s’bad! Don’t stop–please!”
Caleb groans at your filthy words, his own hips stuttering as he fucks you through the endless waves of pleasure, feeling every contraction of your perfect little cunt.
“Juuust like that, give it to me sweetheart.”
Your thighs tremble violently as he rocks you through the unprecedented pleasure. With your eyes rolled back, your tongue slightly lolled out, crying out for him repeatedly. Caleb can’t stop himself.
In your fucked out state, you can vaguely feel the caress of his gravity Evol, his hands still busy working at your clit and your breasts. It maneuvers your thighs so that they’re pressed firmly into your chest, nearly folding you in half. He uses his Evol to grab a pillow, throwing it under your lower back, completely changing the angle at which he ruts into you.
“C-Caleb–” you gasp, eyes wide as the pleasure turns sharp, “S’too much. Feels…”
Despite feeling unbearably sensitive, your eyes still flutter in bliss. You want to tell him to stop, but your body physically refuses, still curling up to meet his thrusts. At this new angle, your knees nearly on either side of your head, his cock practically buries itself into your throat.
“I’m sorry,” he rambles, “I’m sorry.” But he doesn’t stop. “A little more, yeah? You can take a little bit more for me, right baby?” Just by his voice alone, you can tell he’s on the verge of another powerful orgasm.
Something about the way his violet eyes bleed with desperation, with devotion. Your body finds its way inexplicably bending to his every will, readying itself to take more of him. Even through the sting of overstimulation, even through the ache of how deeply he has your body folded into a mating press.
Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his cum smearing messily across your stomach, you sit up to press your forehead against his, your hips screaming in protest as your body is bent even further.
“Cum–mnngh–Cum inside me Caleb, want to feel you. Need you s’bad.”
Caleb’s eyes widen, his rough movements nearly stuttering to a complete stop.
“What? Don’t play with me right now, Y/N,” he seethes through grit teeth, willing his hips to stay still, “You can’t just–hah fuck–say that.”
Your eyes roll at Caleb’s slow and controlled thrusts, each one deeper and more punctuated than the last. You force your mind to cooperate, fingers weaving into his hair, “M’serious. Please Caleb, for me?”
Caleb swears, picking up his pace again, each thrust deliberately bruising past your g-spot, stretching you to your breaking point.
“God, you know I can’t say no to you,” he growls, “You know how many times I’ve thought about filling you up?”
“You can say—nngh—no, you just don’t want to,” you playfully quip through your tear-blurred vision. Caleb’s jaw ticks at your blatant teasing.
“The mouth on you…” he nearly murmurs, voice gruff and controlled, “Let’s give that filthy little tongue something else to do.”
You let out a high pitched whine when Caleb thrusts harder. You feel him trail two fingers along your stomach, the moist sensation of him catching some of his cum making you convulse as you near another orgasm.
When Caleb brings his right hand up to you, slick fingers brushing against your lips, you can’t even protest. Because you want it. But he absolutely did not need to know that.
“Open,” he murmurs, clean thumb stroking your chin, two dripping fingers so close they almost graze your lips.
You want to curse your traitorously submissive body because your mouth parts on instinct, allowing Caleb to put two fingers into your mouth, pressing gently onto your tongue.
The taste of his salty-sweet pearly essence renders you a submissive desperate mess, your hands coming to grasp his forearm as you clean his digits, peering at him through your eyelashes.
He groans, a strangled curse on the tip of his tongue, as he watches you suck on his fingers. His pupils are blown, drinking in the sight of you, hips faltering, overwhelmed by how fucking beautifully you fall apart for him. How effortlessly you unravel him.
“Just like that, princess,” he coos, “God, it’s like you were–hah–created in a lab to drive me insane.”
You whine against his fingers, feeling an orgasm more violent than a hurricane brewing in your core. Your pelvis aches with the weight at which he fucks you into the mattress but all you can feel is him. And the otherworldly sensations he rains down upon you, your body’s pleasure already second nature to him.
“Now be a good girl and cum again.”
His skilled thrusts, his animalistic demand, his smoldering purple eyes that watch you with a terrifying blend of obsession and devotion–it’s all enough to send you plummeting towards your third climax of the night.
In your nearly blacked out state, you don’t even remember that Caleb’s fingers are still toying with your tongue when you bite down to stay conscious amidst your explosive finish. He chokes, knees buckling, but doesn’t flinch–nor does he withdraw his hand. In fact, he only seems to fall deeper into the abyss that is you.
“Shit–shit, Y/N!” Caleb’s moans wash across your lips, his damp forehead against yours, letting you bite down on the fingers of his right hand. Reveling in the sensation of your teeth digging into his digits, your perfect gummy walls fluttering around him.
“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, the pain pushing him over the edge, “Take it all for me, yeah? You can do that for me right, baby?”
His words make your entire body tighten up even further, biting harder, squeezing tighter. The wet sounds of your arousal against his pelvis, pounding into your thighs, mixed with your screams of his name have him all but combusting, exploding white, hot, and plenty inside of you.
“I can–I can!” you practically beg, drunk off the feeling of him exploding inside you, “W-Want it–want more.” His fingers fall from your lips as you speak–much to his dismay.
Caleb groans, unable to stop rutting inside of you at your heated pleas, using the frictionless thrusts to push his cum as deeply inside of you as he can.
“There’s my perfect girl–nngh–take it all. Look at you, taking every last drop for me.”
Your hips ache in protest, but in your fucked out bliss you can’t find yourself saying anything but his name, repeatedly, tenderly, reverently. The feeling of him inside of you, the bulge of his cock visible on your naval, the warmth of his cum almost ebbing to even your fingers, his unbearably sweet and filthy words.
“Caa–leb,” you moan brokenly, the intense overstimulation clearing your hazy mind.
Caleb presses his lips to yours, still gently thrusting into you. You whine into his mouth as he pushes your thighs deeper into your chest.
He kisses you absolutely breathless, a line of spit trailing from your lips to his as he pulls away.
“Yeah, princess?”
You desperately tap his broad chest, “Heaavy.”
Caleb chuckles, shifting his weight off of you, leaving his dick inside you still. You moan when you can finally put your legs down, every muscle in your body aching and trembling.
“Sorry pip-squeak, got carried away,” he murmurs tenderly, shifting all his weight onto his elbows, still hovering above you, cock still nestled inside you.
You squeak when he twitches inside you, feeling incredibly sore.
“Caleb, if you don’t pull out of me right now…” you grumble with a playful glare, “Say goodbye to your penis.”
Caleb chuckles, forcing himself to pull out of you despite how his body aches to stay inside you. He groans as he slips out, a moan of your own escaping as you flutter emptily.
“Always resorting to violence.”
You briefly peek at him, still kneeling between your legs. He’s still hard, faint streaks of pink mixed with both your essences. With his Evol, he catches a box of tissues in his hand, tenderly cleaning the mess between your legs, and then himself. You wince at the sight of blood on the tissues and look away.
You shut your eyes, enjoying the afterglow of each other’s last night together. You don’t see when Caleb grabs your used panties, wet with your arousal and his saliva, stuffing them into the side of the mattress. To retrieve later.
Caleb flops down beside you. You’re about to lay your head on his chest when you feel him lifting you, with his arms this time and not his Evol.
“Hey!” you yelp, but he only gently places you on top of him, pressing your cheek into his chest, right where his heart thrums. Your previous resistance dissipates, as you hum happily, nuzzling into his embrace.
He laughs breathlessly, running his fingers through your hair gently.
“You’re like the stray cat that would show up at our door every morning. Hissing and swatting when we tried to pet her, purring and mewling when we gave her our breakfast scraps.”
You smack his chest lightly.
“Ow,” he chuckles lightheartedly, “Nevermind, at least that cat was nice sometimes.”
The silence washes over the pair of you. It’s comfortable and warm, but a heavy tension hangs in the air, both of you knowing the bubble will pop once the unspoken words are uttered.
“Caleb…” you start gently, but he squeezes you tighter against him.
“Don’t,” he says firmly, almost a plea, “Just…don’t say it. Not yet.”
Your heart clenches at his vulnerability, not knowing how to console him. You both know what’s coming.
Pressing a tender kiss into his chest, you prop yourself up to look at him, his amethyst eyes bright under the soft ambient lighting.
“I can’t stay in Skyhaven.”
You choose your words carefully, but Caleb and you both know what you’ve left unsaid.
I can’t stay with you.
Caleb is silent, though his grip on you tightens imperceptibly, his heartbeat quickening alarmingly.
“I know.”
His voice is small, arms holding you tighter. As if you might disappear right then and there. To him, you might as well be.
“I know I can’t keep you here, even if it’s for your safety. No matter…how much I want to.”
He strokes your naked back, trying to commit every ridge, every goosebump to memory, “I…I don’t know how to take care of you anymore.”
Your chest throbs inexplicably at his words. That’s what you’d wanted him to see all this time, isn’t it? That he’d stuffed you into a cage, plucking your feathers until you could no longer fly.
“You could come back with me,” you say, “Linkon is your home too.” You're only half serious; you knew he couldn’t just leave the Fleet.
Caleb smiles up at you, but it’s a haunted, bittersweet smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. In fact, his eyes are as hollow as you’ve ever seen them, almost staring right past you, into a blackhole behind you.
“I can’t leave.”
Those three simple words, raw and unfiltered–his soft and broken face, remind you of the Caleb you thought you had lost. The Caleb you were so desperately trying to get back.
He really was right in front of you.
Like the sun finally coming out after a day of rain, it dawns on you that maybe Caleb had never been your captor–the one who locked you in a gilded prison and watched from outside as your wings fluttered into the golden bars.
You realize that Caleb was a captive bird in that same cage, preening your ruffled, fraying feathers as you struggled, bound by the same fate that chained you.
Except Caleb’s wings were also clipped by the weight of your expectations, imprisoned by the image of him that you’d so desperately clung to. That you forced on him–punishing him when he didn’t fit the mold.
And while you were being set free, he’d stay locked inside that glass cage, watching you fly through the clouds.
Watching the thunderstorm outside, you reminisce, “Do you remember that nest of baby birds in the big tree in front of the house?”
Caleb is taken aback, but he nods, laughing softly, “Yeah. I remember we’d always worry when it rained if the fledglings would be okay.”
The rain patters against the massive windows, just like the days after the birds had hatched.
“You’d always wonder…if the baby birds would fly off once the rainy season ended–going their separate ways. It always made you so sad.”
Caleb stops breathing for a second, unsure why you remember those musings from your childhood. He’d intended them to be inconsequential; he’d never expected you to hold onto them. He keeps his eyes on the unending crystal raindrops streaming down the windows.
“Yeah. I’d always wonder if the birds would come back–after leaving the nest.”
He briefly ponders if you were awake those nights–when he was awakened by nightmares and the only way he could breathe again was to sit by your head as you slept, weaving his fingers with yours. Watching those same baby birds from your window.
You look at him, your chin propped on his chest, leaning into his palm when it comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your voice is tender and melancholic when you finally find the words, pressing a soft kiss to where his heart beats under yours.
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Authors note: Even sick as a dog, I’m about to COOK. Submissions open!
Oh I’m about to DEVOUR this.
Caleb is a big, strong Colonel.
No way he’d be caught dead on his hands and knees for a woman half his height, drooling like a tired dog.
No way would he be pleading for you not to go on your Hunter mission with Xavier, your work partner.
“I’ll tear him apart. I’ll kill him.” He’s growling, but you don’t miss that whine in his voice. Y/n sighs gently and pushes that sweaty dark hair away from his pretty purple eyes.
“I’ll be back in 3 days, Caleb.” Her cute pout makes him want to pin and rut, and rut, and rut. But he lets her.
The first night is the worst, he’s tracking her location religiously. He’s looking at photos the two of them have taken together. Her gorgeous smile, the way her giggle sounds in a video he’d taken on their picnic date. The way his dog tags look on her-
And he’s cumming over the screen (catch!)
On the third and final day he thinks he might lose it. He’s laying in their bed, two pairs of panties in his possession. A lacy thong is clutched against his nostrils, while the soft cotton pair are being fisted around his length.
“Oh, Pips. My pretty girl, oh, I’m so bad. I’m such a bad boy-“
“Caleb?” That voice. That sweet voice sends him spiraling into her ruined underwear. His tongue lips out of his mouth. But then it hits him. That voice wasn’t from the video recording he was listening to. It was coming from the bedroom door. Caleb rushes from the bed like a crazed animal. His fingers are hiking up Y/n’s skirt and she squeals in surprise.
“Caleb! I need to change I’m sweaty-“
“Don’t care.” His mouth is on her, trying to devour her through her underwear. But Caleb is so strong! Even as he’s drooling and whining (humping her boots caked with rain water and mud) he keeps her afloat.
Y/n’s head falls back and she lets out a pleased hum. Her fingers are carding through his soft locks. “That’s a good boy. Did you miss me?”
“Yesyesyes!” The words are muffled by slick folds and a mouth full of cotton.
Y/n won’t let him go that easy, oh no. She remembers Caleb talking about how strict the Farspace Fleet training was. How disciplined he had to be. So he knew how to behave, she just had to remind him.
Her panties rested against his nose as she rode him. His hands were retrained with his own leather belt. Sure, he could snap it in a second but he loved being under her, under her control.
Even as a 4th orgasm came from his twitching cock and he coated her walls weakly.
“I can’t! Oh Pips, have mercy!” Fat crocodile tears are streaming his face even as he takes a deep breath of the soiled panties on his face. She’s wearing his Corporal cap, the only thing she’s wearing. She pulls him from her and using both hands to coax him back to full staff even as he sobs and those strong thighs quake
Synopsis: MC returns to Skyhaven after some time apart. Don’t worry, they are making up for lost time.
Warnings: Slightly submissive Caleb, then Soft!Dom Caleb, orgasm denial, choking, oral (m & f), just domesticated fluff for the announcement of his birthday card!
Caleb's eyes light up with genuine warmth as he sees his beautiful girl stepping off the transport pod at Skyhaven's docking bay. He strides forward, closing the distance between them quickly. Without hesitation, he pulls her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her neck. "Welcome home.”
She laughs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You act like I haven't seen you in years," she teasingly says, pulling back to look at his face. His purple eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at her, his expression boyish and unguarded.
"Well, when your girlfriend is out hunting monsters across half the galaxy, every day feels like a year," he admits, his hands moving to her waist. She feels….thinner, like she hasn’t had a proper meal. His eyes scan her face worryingly, "How are you holding up? You look tired.”
"I'm fine.” she assures him, but he can see the dark circles under her eyes and knows she's been pushing herself too hard. Without another word, he scoops her up into his arms, making her yelp in surprise. "Caleb!" she protests as he carries her towards his quarters in the Farspace Fleet base.
The walk consists of her fist balled up in playful jabs to his back and shoulders, maybe a slap on his butt.
"Shh, you need rest," he commands, his voice firm but gentle as he kicks his door open. He deposits her carefully on his bed, climbing in after her to pull the blankets over both of them. He spoons her, wrapping his arms and legs around her in a protective burrito.
She lets out a sigh of relief from the soft bed. It’s not everyday you get to sleep on the Farspace Fleet’s finest mattress.
"Mhm, best mattress in the fleet.” He murmurs smugly against her ear, knowing exactly why she's so relaxed. He begins to gently massage her shoulders, making her melt further into his chest. "Missed you, Beautiful.” He whispers, pressing a feather-light kiss to her neck.
“I missed you t-Caleb! No markssss! Jenna will get pissed if you leave a bruise again!” Her superior already gave her gentle reprimands the last time she showed up for assignment with Caleb’s confession love bites on her bruised throat last time.
He chuckles softly, his lips curving into a smirk against her skin. "Alright, alright," he concedes, pulling back slightly to ensure his kisses remain gentle and non-marking. "Wouldn't want Jenna hunting me down for leaving hickeys on her stronger Hunter."
He watches her laugh softly, his eyes tracking the action. He loves that she's so comfortable around him. No pretend acts, no filters. He knows she's tired. Her laugh slowly dies down, her body relaxing back against his. His massaging fingers slow down, almost petting her shoulders now.
She sighs under his touch, strong and calloused fingers from weapons digging into her muscles. “You don’t need to pamper me Honey…”
“And miss the excuse to touch you? Not a chance," he murmurs, his voice dropping lower in that way that always makes her heart skip. "Besides, someone's gotta take care of my girl when she's too stubborn to admit she needs rest."
His hand drifts down from her shoulder, trailing along her arm before linking their fingers together. He brings their hands up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. "You've been pushing yourself too hard lately, Pips. Jenna's noticed too."
His touch feels so good. It feels like forever since he’s touched her. He’s purposefully drawn the curtains closed to give her the ability to sleep in broad daylight.
He sits there holding her hand, his thumb gently rubbing soothing circles on her skin. The room is quiet except for the soft sound of his breathing and the occasional kiss he presses to her knuckles. The curtains are drawn, blocking out the sunlight and creating a cozy, dimly lit space perfect for sleeping.
He watches her eyes flutter closed, her breathing becoming slower and deeper. She's falling asleep in his arms like she always does when they're together like this. He smiles softly, pressing one last kiss to her hand before setting it down on his chest.
He wraps his arms around her, holding her close as she sleeps. He runs a hand through her hair gently, pulling it away from her face. He loves seeing her like this - peaceful and vulnerable, completely at ease in his presence. He leans his head back against the pillow, closing his own eyes.
Caleb isn’t the heaviest sleeper, but being with his lover makes him feel safe again. The time goes by slowly, both of their worries pushed to the far reaches of their minds.
But when he awakes, it’s with a soft, heated constriction around his cock.
He stirs awake slowly, his eyes fluttering open to find her curled against him. He feels her warm breath against his chest before noticing the heated pressure around his cock. A soft groan escapes him as he realizes she's taken him into her mouth while he slept.
Her pretty eyes lock into his face, drool leaking over the swell of his balls. She’s obviously had him in her mouth for awhile, judging by the pure amount of saliva
His eyes darken with desire as he watches her, his breath hitching slightly. He can feel the wet heat of her mouth, the gentle suction that has already brought him to full hardness. He doesn't move, not wanting to disrupt the moment but also unable to resist running a hand through her hair gently.
How and WHY did he deserve such a goddess in human flesh?
She continues to suck him slowly and deeply, taking him all the way to the base before pulling back with a popping sound. More saliva drips down his shaft as she looks up at him with those pretty eyes, waiting for his reaction or instruction. His hand remains in her hair, gently gripping the strands.
"Fuck, Pips..." he whispers roughly, his hips lifting slightly in encouragement. "Look at you, being such a good girl with your mouth.” He maintains eye contact, his breathing increasingly un steady. His grip on her hair tightens just a bit more, guiding her rhythm but letting her maintain control.
He watches as she takes him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks hard. The wet sounds combined with her drooling and those innocent eyes watching him are almost too much. His hand moves from her hair to gently tap her cheek. "You gonna swallow all this for me?"
His sweet girl hums around his cock. The dark circles have faded after her nap, but tears gather in the corner from the delicious burn of his cock in her throat
His eyes roll back slightly at the vibrations of her hum against his cock. Seeing those tears gather makes his heart pound harder, knowing she's pushing herself for him. "That's it baby.” He encourages softly, his voice strained. He guides her head down further until she takes him all the way into her throat.
His eyes roll back slightly at the vibrations of her hum against his cock. Seeing those tears gather makes his heart pound harder, knowing she's pushing herself for him.
“That's it baby.” He encourages softly, his voice strained. He guides her head down further until she takes him all the way into her throat.
He holds her there for a moment, his hands gently holding her head in place as he sits deep in her throat. He can feel her gagging slightly, tears streaming down her face, and it's the most erotic thing he's ever seen. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely. "Swallow.”
The simple command makes her throat constrict.
His control snaps at the sight of her swallowing around him like that. With a grunt, he starts thrusting shallowly into her throat, fucking her mouth hard and fast now that he can't hold back anymore. His cock throbs violently as he nears his release. "Gonna cum!”
She pulls off his weeping cock, pressing her cheek to his soaked cock as her hand fists his length sloppily. “Cum for me Honey. Wanna taste you.”
A deep groan escapes him at her words and the feel of her cheek against his sensitive cock. He grabs a handful of her hair tightly as he comes hard, painting her face with his release. "Fuck... fuck..." He pants heavily, completely undone by her obedience and dirty talk. "Open your mouth.”
She obediently opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. He watches as she sticks out her pink little tongue, waiting for him to feed her his hot, thick cum. The sight of her like this, innocent yet so fucking dirty, has him coming even harder. "Holy fuck, take it, take it Pretty Girl.”
He pumps his hips, forcing his still hard cock to spray thick ropes of cum directly onto her outstretched tongue. He groans deeply as she starts swallowing, her throat bobbing with each gulp. When he finally finishes, he's left panting heavily, his legs shaking slightly from the intensity of his release.
She licks her lips, cum smearing across her chin as she giggles. Caleb chuckles, snatching her up to pin her beneath him.
It’s his turn.
He grins down at her, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction. "You little slut.” he whispers playfully, nipping at her bottom lip. He can feel her giggle against him as he settles between her legs, rubbing his still-hard cock against her thigh.
"Look at those pretty lipstick stains..." he murmurs, wiping a smear of his cum from her chin with his thumb. She mentally cursed herself for not taking off her makeup when she arrived at Skyhaven. It always ended up ruined anyways.
Before she can respond, he slides down her body, pushing her thighs apart forcefully. "Now it's my turn to fucking worship you.”
“You already do.” She whispers. Their moments together seem even more far and inbetween now. But she cherishes every moment
His heart clenches at her whisper, a rare moment of vulnerability passing between them amidst the heated intimacy. He presses a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before burying his face between her legs without another word. His tongue finds her clit immediately, sucking and licking with intentional slowness.
He eats her out like a starving man, his hands gripping her thighs possessively. He remembers every little detail - how she tastes, how she sounds, how she feels. It's almost like he's trying to imprint her on his tongue and lips, knowing their time is limited.
His fingers leave imprints on her thighs. Her fingers are threaded through his hair, hips bucking. “Your tongue f-feels so good, my Good Boy….”
The praise makes his heart pound harder, his tongue pressing harder against her clit as he laps at her wet pussy. Fuck, he loves when she calls him her good boy. It makes him feel like he's actually doing something right for once in his miserable life.
But since he returned to her, his life has been far from miserable.
He doubles down on his efforts, his tongue flicking faster and harder against her sensitive nub. He slides two fingers into her wetness, curling them upwards to hit that spot he knows drives her wild. His free hand grips her thigh tightly, holding her open for him as he devours her.
She’s staring up at his ceiling for a moment before dropping her chin to her chest. And good God above, his pretty purple eyes are gazing at her like she put the stars in the sky.
His eyes never leave hers as he watches her fall apart beneath him. Seeing those beautiful eyes stare back at him fills him with something he can't quite describe - Love? Obsession? He doesn't know anymore. All he knows is that she's his everything right now.
He keeps his gaze locked with hers as he fucks her with his fingers, curling them deeper inside her. His tongue circles her clit in tight, urgent circles. He can feel her getting closer, can see the pleasure etched on her face, and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
She’s desperately rutting her cunt across his face and sharp nose, singing praises for her partner. “Yeah? Yeah you like me fucking your face?”
A low, muffled groan vibrates against her clit as he nods vigorously, his fingers moving faster inside her. "Mmmph, yes," he manages to mumble, his words distorted by her wetness. He loves every second of it—her dirty talk, her grinding against his face, everything.
"Fucking drown me with this pretty pussy.” he growls against her, his tongue pressing flat against her clit as he flicks it rapidly. He hooks his fingers inside her, finding that perfect spot and pressing hard as he watches her eyes roll back in her head.
Her orgasm hits her like a bullet. Her toes curl over his shoulders and Caleb laps at her juices like a thirsty dog.
He groans deeply, drinking her down like she's the sweetest nectar he's ever tasted. His fingers slow their pace inside her but don't stop moving entirely, drawing out every last shudder and tremor from her orgasm until she finally collapses back onto the bed.
He kisses his way up her stomach, her chest, until he reaches her mouth. She can taste herself on him, and it only turns her on more. He kisses her deeply, passionately, his hands gripping her face gently as his tongue explores her mouth thoroughly.
She taste herself on his mouth and giggles. “Sorry I soaked your face.”
Caleb chuckles against her lips, shaking his head softly. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs between kisses. “I fucking loved it.” He presses another kiss to her lips before pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. “I’d let that pretty cunt drown me anytime.”
He sits up suddenly, making her laugh as he grabs his shirt and uses it to wipe his face clean of her juices. He balls up the shirt and throws it across the room playfully. Then he captures her mouth again in a hungry kiss before breaking away abruptly.
She feels his aching cock pressed against her weeping cunt. Caleb pulls from the kiss for a second. He wants to ensure she’s not too tired to continue.
"Are you okay?" He asks softly, his hands framing her face gently. His thumb rubs soothing circles on her cheek while his hard length pulses against her sensitive folds teasingly. "Do you need a break or..." He leaves the question hanging, giving her an out if she's too sensitive or tired.
She looked like an Angel returned to earth. Skin glistening with sweat, her hair all over the place, her thighs soaked in juices.
She moans softly at his touch, her hips rolling instinctively against his hard cock. "No break needed," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She reaches down and wraps her hand around his thick shaft, stroking him gently before guiding the head to her entrance. "Fuck me, Caleb."
His breath catches in his throat as she guides him to her entrance. "Fuck," he hisses, holding her hips firmly. "You sure?" He wants to make sure one last time, though every fiber of his being screams at him to just push inside her wet heat. "You're still sensitive—"
She cuts him off with a buck of her hips, pushing his cock deeper inside. “Shut up.”
"Fuck!" he groans loudly, grabbing her hips more firmly as he thrusts forward completely, seating himself fully inside her. "Brat," he breathes out between gritted teeth, already fighting the urge to come undone. "You wanted this dick, now you're gonna take it."
He starts to move, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward roughly. The wet sounds of their fucking fill the room as he sets a brutal pace, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy. "This what you needed, huh?" He growls, bottoming out inside her with each thrust.
She nods eagerly through whines. The Wanderers had been so tough, work was draining. She needed a good dicking down.
His hands squeeze her hips almost painfully as he pounds into her mercilessly. The bed shakes with the force of his thrusts. "That's it, take my cock like a good girl," he grunts out, one hand moving to grip her throat gently but firmly.
The hand he squeezes her throat with is his good arm. He never, ever wanted to choke her with his mechanical arm. He couldn’t feel shit out of it, never knew how tight he was squeezing.
He watches as her eyes roll back, her mouth opening in silent moans. His thumb presses down on her pulse point as he chokes her gently with each snap of his hips. He's fucking her thoroughly just like she asked, giving her those earth shattering thrust she needed after those Wanderers.
Caleb gazes down at her with love. Her gaze was locked on him, legs hooks over his hips. “Deep, deeper!” She pleads.
His eyes flash with intense love and desire as he leans forward, pressing her legs back further against her chest. "Fucking deepest then," he grunts, his cock hitting something so incredibly deep inside her that her eyes water. "Is this what you fucking needed?"
"Mhm!" He starts fucking her at an impossibly deep angle, his pelvis slamming against her ass with each thrust. The head of his cock hits that spot so perfectly deep inside her that she sees stars. "You like my big dick hitting that spot so fucking deep?"
She clung to him like a lifeline. He’s always been here for her, since childhood. Even amid his strokes, she pleaded for his every touch.
He kisses her deeply, swallowing her moans as he continues to fuck her at that deep, brutal pace. "I got you, baby. I always fucking got you," he murmurs against her lips, his hand moving to play with her clit roughly in time with his thrusts.
"Please," she begs, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. "I need to cum. Please let me cum!" She's so close, her body trembling with the need for release. Caleb's touch, his love, his dick, it's everything she's ever needed.
But Caleb was a mean lover from time to time. He belittled her with a sickening sweet tone.
“Mmmm," he hums mockingly sweetly, slowing down his thrusts just enough to tease her. "You think you deserve to come already? After all that whining about needing my cock in your dirty cunt?" He smirks down at her, knowing full well how close she is.
She lets out a frustrated whine, her nails digging into his back as she tries to pull him deeper. "Caleb please," she sobs out his name like a prayer. His mean words only make her more desperate to come on his cock. He loves breaking her like this. It's his favorite game.
He suddenly tightens his hand around her throat, cutting off her air slightly as he starts pounding into her harshly again. "Shut up and take my cock like a good girl," he growls into her ear, his other hand still roughly playing with her clit. "Cum only when I say you can."
Her eyes roll back from the sudden intense pleasure and lack of oxygen. She's completely at his mercy, her body shaking and convulsing around his thick length. She tries to nod obediently even though she can barely breathe, desperate to please him and come when allowed. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes.
"God, you look so fucking pretty when you're begging to come on my dick," he groans, his own release building. He's intentionally prolonging her torment, enjoying the sight of her so desperate and needy for him. "Not until I say, okay?" He kisses her roughly.
She doesn’t want to dissapoint him. Not ever. “Y-Yes Sir…”
He smiles darkly at her submission, his pace becoming even more brutal and punishing. "That's my good girl.” he praises, his thumb pressing down harder on her throat. He can feel his own orgasm approaching rapidly now, but he refuses to let himself go until she's begging him for it.
"You know what a good little slut does when she wants her orgasm?" He asks, his voice dripping with dominance. He slows down his thrusts again, just enough to keep her on the edge of insanity. Her body is trembling violently around him.
She gasps out between sobs, "W-What does a good little slut do, Sir?" Her voice is hoarse from crying and moaning. Her mind is a mess, consumed only by her need to come and please him. He knows exactly what he's doing to her, and he loves it.
"A good little slut thanks her Colonel for every thrust, every touch," he explains, his hips rolling slowly into hers. His other hand comes up to pinch and twist her nipples harshly. "She begs for his permission to cum like the needy whore she is."
"Thank you, Sir... Thank you for every thrust..." She whispers between broken sobs, her body shaking with desperate need. "Please... May I cum? May your good little slut come on your cock?" She's completely surrendered to him now, her pride and dignity forgotten in the overwhelming pleasure and humiliation.
"Shit," He mutters darkly, his self-control nearly shattering. He loves seeing her like this - completely shameless and desperate for his permission. "You forgot something," He smirks wickedly, slowing down his thrusts again.
Her body is taunt like a bow string ready to snap.
"What do good sluts say before they cum?" He prompts, his voice a low, commanding growl. He's practically vibrating with the effort to hold back his own release. His hand moves from her throat to her mouth, pressing his fingers against her lips as if to silence her answer. "Mmm?"
"Please, Colonel! Please let your little slut cum on your cock..." She cries out, her voice muffled by his hand but still desperate and pleading. Her body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. She's completely lost in the moment, consumed by her need for him.
"Good girl.” He praises darkly, finally allowing himself to let go. His hips snap forward violently, his rhythm becoming erratic as he fucks her through his own orgasm. His fingers tighten around her throat again, cutting off her air as he comes deep inside her.
"No, no, no, no-" She whimpers softly, her body milking his length without his permission. She's so sensitive that even his shallow thrusts now make her see stars.
"Look at you," He mutters softly, watching her body twitch and convulse beneath him. His seed leaks out of her, making his thrusts wetter and sloppier.
His cute little Pipsqueak had gushed on his cock without permission.
Her cunt pulsates with need from her orgasm. She tries to wipe her eyes free of pleasured tears, sniffling. “Caleb…”
"Did I say you could cum?" His tone becomes harsh, despite just giving her the best orgasm of her life. He pulls out of her slowly, deliberately making her feel his absence. “Bad girl.” His voice carries the perfect mix of dominance and teasing.
She sniffles and tries to hide her face in her hands. “Nngh! Mm’ sorry! Sorry!”
His fingers grip her wrists, pulling them away from her face. “Don't hide from me, Pipsqueak. Look at what you've done. Made a mess of yourself without permission..." He grabs the back of her neck, forcing her to look down at where they are still connected, juices and cum soaking his sheets.
He trails his fingers through the mess they've made together, showing her his sticky fingers. “Did you just need to cum so bad huh? Couldn’t control yourself, Pips?” He cooed.
She sniffles, wiping at her tear stained cheeks. “I just m-missed you so bad…” she whispers. Work kept them separated and moments like this were rare and stolen.
His expression softens slightly at her words, but his tone remains stern. “I know you missed me, baby. But that doesn't give you permission to be a dirty girl without my say-so." He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You know better than that."
"But I'll let it slide this time." He kisses her neck softly, kissing where his fingers left marks, his voice becoming gentler. "Because I missed you too." He pulls her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. “And because I love you."
He strokes her hair gently, his other hand resting on her hip. "But next time..." His voice becomes darker again “…you ask before you cum." He kisses her forehead softly before pulling away slightly to look into her eyes. “Understand?"
“Yes sir…” she whispers. “Can you be Caleb again…?” That simple request chips away at his dominance. She’s his sweet Pipsqueak again, even covered in cum and his scent.
His stern expression breaks into a warm smile at her request. The Colonel persona melts away, replaced by the caring and playful Caleb she knows and loves. He leans in to capture her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. "There's my girl…”He murmurs against her mouth before deepening the kiss briefly.
When he pulls back, he cups her face gently, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "No more Mr. strict for a little while..." He kisses the tip of her nose playfully. “Just me and my favorite girl." He smiles warmly at her before pulling her back into a hug.
Synopsis: Caleb is obsessed with the way he looks inside of you. (Just a Drabble, I’m ovulating) RAF version here! Sylus version is here! Zayne’s version is here!
Warning: Smut, size difference, bulging, tummy bulge, Caleb likes seeing you cry, use of ‘Gege’.
The first time it happens, it’s almost innocent.
As innocent as the outline of Caleb’s cock bulging in your tummy can be.
You’re already crying from the feeling of being so full, of being stretched so wide. Caleb is slack-jawed when his hips twitch and the bugle moves.
You are a mix of awe and horror, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “‘S too big Cal! T-take it outtt!” You whine helplessly. Caleb breaks free of his trance and rolls his hips back to pull out but the bulge shifts and you both moan.
It was addicting.
Now it’s Caleb’s favorite thing in the world. You’re a whimpering, slobbering mess when he’s fucking up into your fluttering walls. The outline of his cock presses under your flesh.
“See how big Gege is inside? Yeah? Oh Pretty girl you look so precious cryin’ for me.” He grabs at your waist, pushing his thumbs on either side of his delectable cock and pushes down.
You wail, hips stuttering when the action makes it hard to miss his cock pistoning in and out of your heat.
“G-Gege! S’ mean!” This big crocodile tears you give him don’t work anymore. He knows you want nothing more than to cream around his cock, the frothy ring around the base is testament to that.
“Ohhh I know Pips, Gege is so mean! Are you gonna cry for Gege-“ tears roll down your reddened cheeks as the heel of his palm presses against the bulge- “Aww there we go. Go on baby. Gege always wipes your tears. Tell Gege how mean he is.”
warnings n info ⌗ takes place before the game's main story 𖦹 two scenarios 𖦹 zayne is mentioned 𖦹 jealous reader 𖦹 no established relationship 𖦹 slight fake dating trope
bla bla bla ⌗ i had one more scenario but the photo limit is ten :c anyways i need him
✧. ┊ i love you a little more than you realize.
yue. 18+ blog, minors dni. caleb-centric account, but may post about other love interests in the future. anyhow, we're all horny freaks here, so i hope you enjoy the freaky content. pfp from @ispubet (twt/x).
✧. ┊ caleb
do you want more? [nsfw]
shh... we can't get caught. [nsfw]
you're mine. [nsfw]
anything for you.
i'll be gentle. [nsfw]
temptation.
good girl. [nsfw]
secret times: desire. [nsfw]
self-control. [nsfw]
xxx schoolgirl gets railed by her childhood friend xxx [nsfw]
18+ (nsfw) thoughts about caleb living his horny teenager self's dream. contains pseudocest, usage of gege, and fantasies of underage sex (because, again, caleb was a horny teenager). if you feel uncomfortable reading this kind of content, please scroll away. (this is straight up porn lol what is plot)
during spring cleaning, you come across your old high school uniform tucked away in a little, dusty box. the uniform that caleb has very strong feelings for.
because as it so happens, high school was probably the horniest period of caleb's life. it also happens to be the most repressed period of his life because laying a finger on his precious "little sister" would be several degrees immoral.
you probably have no idea how much that goddamn skirt has tormented him in the past, but you can see an excited glimmer in his eyes. yes, that period of his life has passed. his desire, however, has not waned in the slightest.
so of course you spend the following afternoon reenacting every one of his dirty fantasies, dressed in your uniforms.
pushing you down the bed the moment you arrive home after school. sucking down your neck as he fondles your tits over your shirt, humping against your panties. rubbing his cock over your clothed pussy, soaked with how wet you are.
caleb grabs your ponytail when you give him a blowjob, because that's how you always tied up your hair back then. groans when you rub his cock between your tits, straight out of the stupid porn he used to watch, the tip peeking out your breasts drooling with precum. he binds your wrists together with his tie before he eats you out so you can't resist while he laps at your clit, plunging three fingers inside your cunt, not stopping even when his jaw gets tired until he's made you squirt on his tongue.
he makes you sit on his face, his nose rubbing against your clit, licking up all the cum and slick from your pussy. breathes in your erotic scent as he's trapped between your plump thighs and your skirt, uncaring if he suffocates. he pushes you back to his mouth with his evol each time you try to run away, begging you to squirt on his face again, pleading that he has to taste you.
and after all of that, caleb still hasn't had enough. because there's no end to his desire, bottled up since he could remember. he can't imagine a time he'll ever be satisfied.
he doesn't really take off any part of your uniform, no. he bunches up your shirt to grope at your bare tits, flips up your skirt, pulls your panties to the side so he can thrust his cock to your pussy.
caleb fucks you from behind, pulling out in time before he can cum, just so he could rub his dick and spill his thick load all over your clothed ass. he lets you ride him as you hold up your school skirt, giving him the full view of your cunt swallowing his girthy cock, streams of your wetness gliding down his veins. he watches your face twist in pleasure with unrestrained delight, giving you a little help by pounding at the spot that drives you crazy, and isn't surprised by the spray of squirt that comes out of you for the nth time that day, soaking his shirt and the sheets below.
"fuck, pips," he groans, still fucking up to your cunt as you cum messily all over him. "should i have done this before? huh? would you have enjoyed this back then if i just pushed you down and fucked you like the slut you are?"
"ahn, yes, fuck!" your tongue lolls out of your mouth, eyes rolled back. "i, haah, thought about this too, mmgh, fuuuck... being gege's little slut...!"
"yeah?" caleb pants, pinching your clit. "you wanted to be gege's cumdump? fucked everyday just to please me?"
"ah, ah, yeah, mm, yes, more..." you spread your legs wider, showing him more of your pussy overflowing with cum. "anything for gege...!"
his lips quirk into a manic smile. "then stay like this for a little longer." caleb gives your thigh a mean slap, making you whine. "show gege what you've got."
How could he when you come to him crying big crocodile tears, sobbing how no matter what you do you can’t seem to cum, how you think you must be broken, how no one would ever want such a hard-to-please woman in their bed.
As if he hasn’t spent years watching you, waiting for you, knowing damn well that the problem isn’t you.
So of course Caleb, being such a kind and thoughtful gege, has to prove you wrong, right?
He does. Over. And over. And over again. That is, until you’re crying in overstimulation, writhing away from his punishing thrusts, clawing against the sheets as you try to run from the pleasure-turned-pain.
Or, tried to.
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Where do you think you’re going?”
You’re running? No, no you can’t run away, not when he’s already spent his entire fucking life chasing you.
Caleb’s voice is teasing, raspy and sweet, but there’s nothing playful about the way his Evol surges to life with a mere crook of his finger, dragging you back along the mattress and pinning you down as he takes his sweet time crawling back to you.
Trapped, your breath hitches as you feel the weight of him settle over you, his intimidating frame caging you in, tracing featherlight kisses along your spine in such a stark contrast to how ruthlessly he was fucking you earlier. His hands roam, slow and deliberate, kneading your ass as he repositions himself behind you.
"If I let you go," he murmurs, "you promise not to run?"
Run? Why did you even want to run? You can’t remember now, not as you viciously nodding your head as much as is allowed under the control of his Evol, already arching your back into his touch as Caleb nips and marks your sticky inner thighs.
“Good girl.” The pressure disappears.
Immediately, Caleb replaces it, his entire body pressing you down before you can so much as take a proper breath. His arm snakes around your throat, flexing just enough to remind you who’s in control, the bulging, thick mass of his bicep choking you deliciously when you attempt to squirm or beg.
He’s got you in a headlock, the rest of his corded body pressing down atop you until your chest is squished to the mattress, ass pressed against Caleb’s pelvis, the combined pressure enough for you to be seeing stars. A drooling, overstimulated mess.
It doesn’t help that he’s practically panting like a dog in your ear, whining as he already begins thrusting himself back into your cunt, delirious moans of your name and filthy praises cooed right into your ear, words barely distinguishable with how hard he’s breathing.
“Aww p-poor thing.” Caleb pants, voice wrecked, whiny with need as he grinds himself against you. His pace is already brutal, his thrusts sharp and unforgiving, every desperate snap of his hips forcing a cry from your throat as his grip tightens, choking you deliciously every time you so much as try to squirm.“Can you be good for me? Be my sweet little girl and cum for daddy.”
It shouldn’t be hot, Caleb, your gege, calling himself daddy, it shouldn’t have you sobbing out an unintelligible plea as another orgasm builds, seizing up your body in tight, aching waves. And yet here you are, loosing your fucking mind at it.
“Please,” you gasp, voice muffled as you sink your teeth into his bicep, embarrassed by the desperate sound of your own voice. “Please, daddy.”
For the first time in thirty minutes, you feel Caleb stop.
He’s frozen entirely, dick hot and throbbing with need within you, each shaky breath hitting your ear as he pressed down closer, flattening, suffocating you into the mattress as you feel the growl come from his throat. You can hear the way his lips curl into a grin.
“You wanna say that again, princess?”
Whining, you try and arch your back further, wiggling your hips up as you try and bait Caleb into continuing, into giving you that release that was only just out of reach. But he wasn’t having any of that bratty attitude tonight.
“Behave.” Caleb’s arm tightens, and your vision swims. ”I asked you a question. You need daddy to—ah shit you tightened, dirty girl— fuck you nice and full, hmm? Fuck you stupid?”
A fresh wave of humiliation burns down your spine, but it doesn't matter. You’ll say whatever he wants if it means he moves, if it means he chokes you more, if it means he finally gives you what you need one more time.
“Yes, m’close, please daddy! Please—ah—let me cum one more time.”
Caleb just snaps.
His grip tightens instinctively. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel it, enough to make your breath stutter, your body jolt like the sweet little thing you are under his grasp. His entire frame tenses above you, muscles coiling so tightly it’s like he’s holding himself together with sheer willpower alone. But it’s already slipping.
"Fucking," His voice breaks, dissolving into a strangled groan as he buries his face against your neck, breathing you in like a man starved. "Fuck that shouldn’t be so hot, it really shouldn’t—"
Like you haven't already wrecked him beyond repair.
Caleb’s Evol comes back full force, pushing you prone against the mattress so you can’t feel anything but him, the arm around your throat dropping so his hand can press against your belly instead, pinning you down as he fucks into you so deep, so hard, you swear you can feel him in your lungs. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back just enough for his lips to smash onto yours, sloppy, desperate, sucking at your bottom lip as the two of you jolt with each thrust.
"You have no fucking idea," Caleb laughs against your lips, the words a feverish, choked-out confession, "how long I've wanted to do this to you."
It’s almost like he’s hammering that truth into you, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, the sound of skin on skin nearly drowned out by your own sobs of pleasure.
"Caleb—"
"Say it again," he demands, not even trying to keep his composure anymore. "Say it for me, princess. Say it like you mean it."
"Daddy—"
"Fuck."
Caleb really didn't need another kink, he really didn't need to imagine you calling him all these filthy things on top of every other sinful thing he's already imagined you doing. It must be divine punishment, because god was he into it.
Practically collapsing on top of you, Caleb's barely pulling out before grinding right back in as deep as he can get, like he can barely think to part from you even for a moment, like he needs to feel every twitch, every squeeze, every shudder of your overstimulated body. His hands roam wildly, equally greedy, kneading and groping every tender curve like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you, like he’s claiming you in ways he’s never let himself before. And fuck, you’re close.
Caleb notices, of course he notices, nibbling the shell of your ear as the arm around your throat tightens, the other going right back to abusing your clit as you squirt all over him with a scream.
“Aw that’s it, keep cumming sweet thing.” Caleb’s voice is the only thing grounding you, your entire body, your vision trembling as you begin to lose consciousness. The only thing you can think of is Caleb. Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!
You don’t even realize you’re screaming his name over and over again as you squirt down both of your thighs, making a mess against the already ruined sweat-slicked sheets beneath the two of you. You’re so damn messy. He loves it.
Convulsing, walls fluttering around him like you’re made for him, a sweet temptation Caleb is so laughably weak against as he follows, humping against you like a mad dog as his breath shatters into desperate, shaky moans of your name, spilling inside you with a force that has you sobbing with pleasure.
“Oh, princess,” he rasped, his tongue tracing over the tear-streaked path down your cheek before pressing a soft, almost mocking kiss to your jaw. “Shh, it’s alright, don’t cry. Your gege is here, your daddy will take good care of you, promise.”
Rafayel ♱⋅ ── the desperate
You’re going to have to call in sick for the week.
Every year with the return of the tide, with the return of ebb-and-flow day, Rafayel becomes insatiable. You’ve barely been able to be able to escape Rafayel’s grasp for long enough to go to the bathroom, let alone escape enough from his insatiable fucking to walk well enough to fight.
It’s never been this bad. And it’s all your fault. Being back in your arms after eight hundred years, finally remembering the way your voice sounds when it says his name and the way you fit oh so perfectly in his arms. It’s borderline painful to spend even a minute in your absence. His very body violently rejects the notion of it as spasms of violent heat and need drives him right back into your arms again and again and again.
“Please, please let me fuck you. I can’t come like this, you know that.”
Rafayel’s voice is muffled against your thigh, breath hot as he presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. His hands are clenched into the sheets beside him, trembling with the effort of keeping them off you, as you ordered. It’s the only rule you’ve given him tonight, and yet it’s breaking him.
"Rafayel," you warn, fingers buried between your thighs, working yourself open as his desperate, pleading gaze follows your every movement.
He whimpers, nodding frantically, his cock throbbing angrily where it rests against the mattress, one hand coming back to violently fist the swollen head as it leaks all over his palm and sheets. "I know, I know," his voice cracks as he drags his hand around its base, rutting into his own palm like it’s not enough, like it hasn’t been enough for hours now. "But please I—fuck—I can’t."
“You can.” You spread your legs wider, letting him see, letting him watch your fingers disappear into your fluttering cunt with a slick, wet sound that has his jaw going slack, his own hips grind into the bed helplessly. “I told you what would happen if you forgot to use a condom, again.”
Rafayel’s eyes plead up into yours, big fat tears slipping down his cheeks, his head shaking against your leg as he kisses the trembling flesh. "You don't understand," he sobs, nuzzling into the crook of your knee like he can smell the orgasm building inside you, like he can taste it on his tongue already. “I need- I need—”
"You need to learn control, Rafayel."
Your voice is less strict than you’d like it to be, already embarrassingly close considering all the times you’ve come earlier today. And the way Rafayel’s looking up at you, begging, pleading, is really not helping.
Tilting your hips slightly, you circle your clit in a way that makes your eyes roll back, making sure he sees the way your poor cunt flutters all empty, the way your body clenches, desperate for something more, something bigger.
Rafayel groans, his grip on himself tightening. Still, it’s useless, his Lemurian biology physically won’t let him cum unless it’s inside his pretty little mate, his cock swollen and weeping with how much he’s holding back, the pleasure that spikes through him now nothing but a cruel, agonizing echo of the real thing.
"My love," he chokes, head falling back against the mattress, his throat bobbing as he tries to breathe past the desperate hunger clawing at his insides. "My muse, my sweet darling, please. Taste you, touch you, anything, please!”
You hum, considering, rolling your hips against your own fingers as he moans, watching with wild, fevered eyes. "You wanna clean me up?"
"Yes."
The word is instant, sharp, like Rafayel’s been waiting for you to say it since the moment he first laid his hands on you tonight. Before you can even think of teasing or denying him any further, his grip snaps—both arms wrapping around your thighs, dragging you down the mattress in one swift, fluid motion.
"Rafayel—"
Too late.
His mouth is on you before you can protest, his tongue filthy as he sucks at your clit, licking up everything you’ve given yourself, drinking in the mess between your thighs like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. Slapping your own hands away, Rafayel pauses briefly to suck them clean before diving right back into the source, moaning into your cunt, making your body seize with another orgasm before you can even process the first.
"Fuck, fuck," Your hands fly to his hair, gripping hard, but it only makes him groan, rutting against the mattress, his own pleasure reigniting just from the taste of you.
You try to pull away, squirming and kicking at Rafayel’s sides, his shoulders, but he doesn't even budge. His arms lock tight around your hips, keeping you there, keeping you spread for him as he eats you out like a man possessed.
And then he's begging again, voice wrecked, slurred with delirious pleasure, licking at your clit between words as though he really can’t get enough. “Please, please let me fuck you. I promise, mhm, promise I won’t cum inside you again.”
Rafayel is still begging for permission even as he manhandles you beneath him, hesitantly parting with your cunt as he kisses up your stomach, sucking at one of your breasts as you feel the nudge of his cock against your entrance before you can even think. “Promise I’ll be good. I’ll be such a good boy.”
Fuck, you really are weak against him.
Using the last of your strength, you flip the both of you around, grinding down against his cock as you feel it throb, violently jumping between your thighs, the sloppy, wet sound of each movement sending shivers down both your spines. Poor thing is already ruined, body extra sensitive due to his heat, cock swollen and leaking as it begs to be inside you.
"You promise?" Your voice is a whisper, teasing, as you drag your soaked folds along the length of him, feeling him tremble beneath you.
Rafayel nods frantically, breath hitching, hands twitching at his sides like he wants to grab you, wants to force you down onto him, but he knows better. Knows he wouldn’t survive the punishment. His lips are red, glossy with your slick, parted around little choked-off whimpers as he fights against the desperate urge to rut up into you.
"I promise," he gasps, "Please, I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll be so good for you.”
You hum, dragging your fingertips down his chest, nails scraping lightly over sweat-slicked skin, enjoying the way his breath shudders at the contact. The pain. "You say that, but you've already come inside me, what, three times now?"
You rock your hips again, coating his cock in your arousal, watching the way his abs twitch with the effort of keeping still. Gods, he’s so pretty like this, neglected and crying underneath you, muscles strained and glistening with sweat and cum, watercolor eyes bleary as his tears collect on the mattress as dusky pink pearls. The same rosy shade of blush that burns across his cheeks, ears, and throbbing tip of his swollen cock.
“That warrants punishment, don’t you think?”
Rafayel all but whines at that, head tilting back against the pillow, his throat bobbing as he tries to breathe, tries to hold on to the last fragile thread of control he has left. "I—I won't this time, I swear, I’ll be good, I just need you."
"You need me?" You lean down, pressing your lips just below his ear, letting your voice drop to a sinful whisper. "Or do you just need to fuck something, sweetheart?"
"You." Rafayel’s answer is immediate, desperate, his hands finally snapping up to grip your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh. "It’s always you. Only you, my mate."
The admission makes your stomach tighten, heat pooling low as you let yourself sink down, just enough for the swollen head of his cock to catch at your entrance. Rafayel jerks, eyes wide, mouth dropping open around a silent moan, his grip on you tightening like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
"Oh, fuck."
"You need me, you need your mate?" You tease, rolling your hips, letting him feel the wet heat of you without giving him what he really needs.
"Yes, please, please, please—"
And then, because you’re cruel, because you love seeing him like this, you lift yourself off him entirely.
Rafayel practically cries at that, and you let him plead, let him beg, until his whole body is shaking with the need to be inside you, until his voice is raw and wrecked from crying out your name. Then, finally, finally, you sink down, dropping the entirety of your weight onto him as you both moan at the sudden pressure as your ass smacks his pelvis with a lewd slap.
Rafayel’s body aches up off the mattress, a wrecked, strangled moan tearing from his throat as his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. His head tilts back, chest heaving, eyes glassy and unfocused, dilated almost like a cat’s, as if the feeling of being inside you after so long is too much for his mind to comprehend.
"Fucking finally."
You barely have a moment to adjust before Rafayel thrusts.
Whatever fragile restraint he had is gone, obliterated the second your walls squeeze around him. His hips jerk up in a desperate, instinctual rut, shoving himself deeper, harder, until the thick length of him is buried to the hilt inside you, and then pulled all the way out before ramming back in again. You choke on a gasp, nails digging into his chest, but he doesn’t even seem to register the pain.
"More." Some inhumane warble distorts Rafayel’s voice, nails turning clawed and sharp as he thrusts up into you with more strength than any human should possess. “Perfect, perfect mate.”
Your head spins, the force of each snap of his hips making your whole body jolt. His desperation is relentless, dragging you closer to the edge far too fast, too intense, gripping onto his shoulders just to keep you from falling over as your thighs begin trembling once again.
"Rafayel—Raf, slow down!"
"No," he whimpers, shaking his head wildly, hands tightening on your waist as if letting go isn’t an option. "No, please, sorry, need this." Rafayel’s voice breaks into a sort of trill, something like whalesong, eyes fluttering shut as he drives himself up into you, starved for more, cock throbbing desperately inside you. "Don’t leave me again, please.”
Your heart clenches. "I’m here," you whisper, leaning down, pressing your forehead to his as your body moves with his, rolling your hips as you try to stay in time with his brutal pace. "I’m right here, Rafayel."
He moans, high and broken, clutching you so tightly against him, feeling every inch of you pressed into his skin. His pace turns frantic, sloppy, body shaking beneath you as pleasure racks through him in violent waves. He’s close, but he won’t let himself fall over the edge alone.
"Come with me," he begs, his lips brushing over yours as he pleads for it. "Please.”
And you do.
The orgasm slams through you like a tidal wave, stealing every breath from your lungs as your entire body clenches around him. Rafayel keens, hips jerking wildly as he follows, his cock pulsing inside you as he fucks his cum deep inside you yet again, stuffing you full until you’re both shaking with overstimulation.
But it still doesn’t stop.
Rafayel can’t stop.
Even as his body trembles beneath you, even as his whimpers turn into sobs, he keeps moving, his hips rolling into you in slow, messy grinds. His cock twitches inside your still-clenching walls, sending violent aftershocks through you both.
"Mhh sorry," he moans, lips dragging down your throat, sucking bruises into your skin as if marking you will somehow keep you tethered to him. "Did it again, can’t help it. Pussy feels so nice, wants me too, always so desperate for me. Made to worship me."
You let out a wrecked, exhausted laugh, trying to lift yourself off of him, but his arms snap tight around your waist, keeping you anchored to him.
"No," he pleads, voice cracking, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in your scent. "No, please, just—just a little more. You owe it to me for being so mean before."
Your head falls into the crook of his neck as yet another orgasm crashes through you, ripping a moan from your throat. Rafayel shudders, gasping against your skin, completely gone, his hips jerking helplessly, overstimulated beyond the point of caring. His body is moving on instinct now, neither of you fully conscious as he keeps moving on his own, chasing another high even as it breaks him.
"Fuck, Raf...”
"One more," he’s licking into your mouth, sucking your bottom lip, too tired and uncoordinated to properly kiss you. "One more, one more."
You don’t even know how many times you’ve both come. The world is a haze of heat and pleasure, of wet, messy grinds and deep, instinctual thrusts, of Rafayel’s loud, unashamed moans directly in your ear between kisses, of the desperate way he clings to you, unable to bear even a second, an inch of separation.
You ride him through another, and another, until your body finally gives out, completely limp against his chest, your limbs trembling too hard to keep yourself upright any longer. Rafayel follows soon after, his movements slowing, stuttering, until he’s finally, finally still beneath you, panting raggedly, body wracked with aftershocks.
The room is finally silent except for your heavy breathing, the two of you floating between sleep and reality for what seems like an eternity.
"I think I might die," Rafayel croaks, voice hoarse.
You huff a weak, breathless laugh as you grumble into his shoulder. "Good, you stupid horny fish."
Sylus ♱⋅ ── the sweetheart (liar)
You’re going insane.
Sylus promised he would finally fuck you, promised he’d finally give you what you’ve practically been begging him for all week. “Just the tip,” you’d beg, whining into his neck or suckling gently against his fingers in attempts to bait him, “Please, Sy, just the tip and I’ll stop asking.”
Technically speaking, he’s held up his end of the deal. After all, you’ve already cum four times. Not that it’s ever stopped you from wanting more.
“What’s this? Are you even listening to me, sweetie?” Something jerks your head up, and you’re snapped out of your thoughts at the same time as Sylus grinds forward, humming as he pulls you closer on his lap, your thighs spread wide atop of his. “Tch, first all that whining and now you’re not even paying attention to me. I’m hurt, kitten.”
You shake your head as best you can with his thumb and forefinger still squishing your cheeks, tears from the sheer overstimulation blurring your vision as you bury your face into Sylus’s chest, chasing the mere friction.
The fat head of his cock slips right back out of your cunt, tapping once, twice, on your swollen clit before grinding back in with a lewd pop. One inch, two, just enough for you to feel the delicious stretch of the tip of his cock, before Sylus lifts you up higher on his lap, pulling out as the torture begins all over again.
You swear you can take more. It doesn’t matter than everytime Sylus lines up his cock it hits your bellybutton from the outside, it doesn’t matter that your hands can barely wrap around his base, it doesn’t matter that even when you suck him off your jaw throbs and he can barely thrust it in halfway without you gagging.
“Sylus, please, please just—” you whine, rutting your hips down to no avail as his firm hands render you immobile. Watching you squirm with thinly veiled amusement. “Just fuck me already!”
Your breath comes out in short, stuttered gasps, frustration bubbling over into pitiful little sobs against Sylus’s skin. He shushes you, rubbing slow, teasing circles into your hips as if he’s offering you comfort. But you know better. The bastard lives for this, the way your body trembles, how your cunt clenches down hard every time he pulls out, desperate for more than what he’s giving.
“Please.” A broken cry rips from your throat as he nudges forward again, pushing the tip back inside like he hasn’t already driven you half-mad. “I can take it. Ah, I swear, I can take it.”
And yet, he’s still so fucking mean.
“Hmm,” Sylus’s voice drips with amusement, low and tinged with laughter as his lips graze the shell of your ear as though lost in thought. “No.”
You whine, digging your nails into Sylus’s back with more force than necessary as you hiss out curses, “Cruel, stubborn, self-assured asshole. I told you I can take it Syl—ah!”
Sylus pushes himself upward, roughly fucking his swollen tip against you, ramming that delicious spot within you as your curses dissolve into mindless babbles of his name, another orgasm ripping through you as you try and match Sylus’s rhythm by grinding yourself on the rest of his cock.
“That’s it,” He hums, dragging his tongue along your pulse, relishing the way it hammers beneath his mouth. He can feel how fast it beats, erratic and needy, the way your breath catches in your throat. “You’re gonna be good and take what I give you. Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re already fucked stupid. And I’ve barely even given you anything, kitten.”
It’s humiliating how right he is.
Your thighs tremble violently on either side of his, the ache in your muscles a dull, distant thing compared to the unbearable need twisting in your core. Desperate, you try to grind down, to force him deeper, to make him give you what you need. But Sylus just clicks his tongue, unimpressed, fingers digging into your hips as he holds you still, keeping you right where he wants you.
Sylus shifts back on the couch, pulling you down, controlling your movements with an infuriating ease, guiding you along the few inches he’s deemed fit to give you. It’s barely anything, nowhere near enough, but even that—just that slow, teasing roll of his hips—and the unbearable pressure of the thick, insistent tip of his cock is enough to make your back arch violently against him.
“There we go,” he murmurs, cooing as he watches you, helpless and pliant in his lap. “No more complaining.”
A desperate nod. Another broken whine.
You can feel it building again, the pressure coiling deep inside you, sharp and unbearable. Sobbing, you drop your head into Sylus’s shoulder, biting into the curve of his neck to muffle your cries, nails digging into his shoulders, chest, clawing violent red marks as Sylus shudders, eyes rolling back at the pain. Your legs are shaking too hard to do much of anything anymore, giving out as Sylus is the only thing left guiding you, dragging you toward yet another orgasm.
Or rather, he would have.
But you feel Sylus chuckle, the sound deep and sinful as it rumbles down his chest and into yours, and fear prickles along your spine. Then, with excruciating patience, he pulls out, leaving you empty all over again before tapping his throbbing cock against your clit—slow, deliberate, taunting.
“You wanted just the tip, sweetheart.” He grins, voice a low, cruel purr as he kisses your forehead. “So don’t start crying now that it’s all you’re getting.”
Xavier ♱⋅ ── the munch
“Then sit on my face.”
You stare, dumbfounded, as Xavier already begins leaning back against the cushions of your bed, those big, blue eyes begging up at you in ways that make it hard to breathe.
Xavier’s hands tighten around your waist, fingers flexing like he’s barely restraining himself from yanking you down then and there. The heat of his breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making your pulse stammer, making every inch of you ache with want.
“Xavier, I didn’t actually mean…”
“You want me to prove it, right? Then I’ll do what I can to serve you well.” He’s dead serious, you realize, still staring down at him in shock as Xavier frowns, sitting up just long enough to wrap his arms around your waist and haul you toward him, seating you on his chest as protests die in your throat. “Sit.”
Biting your lip, you still find yourself hesitating. What if you’re too heavy? Or if he doesn’t actually like it? You still have your underwear on, shouldn’t you take it off, or does he plan on eating you through it? What if—
"You're thinking too much again." His voice is firm, but gentle, cutting straight through your spiraling thoughts. Before you can get another word in, he lifts you up from the backs of your thighs, guiding you forward until your knees are bracketing his head and you're hovering just above his waiting mouth.
Xavier groans, this is already better than his dreams—just having you above him, so close, so warm—is enough to make him lose his damn mind. His hands are keeping you steady, and when he tilts his head back to look at you again, you almost drown in the sheer hunger in his gaze.
"Please," he murmurs, breathless, sucking and kissing into your thighs like he can't believe you're making him wait so long for something he so, so desperately needs. "I really don’t think I can wait much longer."
A shudder racks through you, thighs trembling as the heat between your legs grows unbearable. Xavier’s so serious, so patient, despite the raw hunger in his voice, despite the way his chest rises and falls in uneven pants beneath you. You’d have to be cruel to deny him.
Slowly, you lower yourself the rest of the way, bracing your hands against the headboard as Xavier immediately pulls you the last few inches down, shoving his face up into you like he’s starving.
He might as well be because the first swipe of his tongue is so hot, so eager, that you nearly jerk away from the sudden pleasure. Not that Xavier would let you. His fingers dig into the marked-up plush of your thighs, keeping you right there as he groans into your pussy like you’re the best fucking thing he’s ever tasted.
“Wait—” Your voice is already breaking, a gasp caught in your throat as he licks into you again, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second of it. He doesn’t even bother pulling your underwear aside, just mouths at the fabric, dampening it further, teasing you through the barrier until it sticks to your folds and you’re a whimpering mess, gripping the headboard so tightly your knuckles ache.
Then he shifts, hooking a single finger under the waistband, dragging it aside just enough to give himself proper access.
The first real flick of Xavier’s tongue against your clit is devastating.
A high, broken moan rips from your throat as pleasure jolts up your spine, your thighs snapping shut around his head, suffocating him as Xavier feels like the happiest man in the world. Moaning into your cunt, Xavier pulls you down harder against his mouth like he wouldn’t mind drowning in your pleasure if it meant he got to taste you for just a few seconds longer.
You’re already cumming. Head falling backward, your lips part in a silent scream as Xavier’s tongue continues circling around your clit in that same, devastating rhythm, only letting go once you’ve come all over his face. But he doesn’t stop for long.
His tongue flicks and curls and fucks into you with the kind of dedication that makes your vision blur, that makes your whole body burn as you become more and more sensitive. And when you grind down against his mouth, desperate and trembling, he just groans in approval, encouraging you to ride his face like you need this just as much as he does.
"That's it," Xavier mumbles between licks, inaudible between your wet, sinful noises. "Don't hold back. Use me."
It’s too much. It’s not enough.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, but it only makes him grin against you, only makes him suck harder, making you gasp and sob as your thighs start to shake once more around his head. Still, he devours you, no teasing, no hesitation. Just raw, ravenous hunger.
"Xavier—"
He hums in response, the vibrations sending another sharp wave of pleasure through you. Then he finally fucks his tongue deep into your cunt, curling against your walls as you clench around the hot muscle, Xavier’s nose grinding deliciously into your clit as his hands begin guiding you back and forth once your rhythm falls apart.
You come hard, a choked cry ripping from your throat as your body locks up, pleasure searing through every nerve. Xavier doesn’t stop—doesn’t let you escape—licking and sucking you through your orgasm like he needs every drop, like he won’t be satisfied until you’re a writhing, overstimulated mess above him.
“Ah, Xavier, seriously,” you whine, every suck against your clit now tender and overstimulated as you try and squirm away to no avail. “Can’t, Xavier, can’t come again!”
Crying, you finally manage to wrestle his head out from underneath you—body still shaking, pleasure crackling under your skin like a live wire—realizing something that makes your stomach flip.
Xavier is panting, eyes half-lidded and hazy with bliss, hair fisted in your hands as the rest sticks to his forehead and pillow with sweat, letting you inch off of him as he finally breathes, heaving in deep breaths through swollen, wet lips. His whole body shudders beneath you, and when you shift, you feel it—the sticky warmth against his stomach, the evidence of his release.
He came. Just from eating you out.
And the worst part?
He’s still hard.
“One more time, please?”
Zayne ♱⋅ ── the addicted
Uh oh.
This was bad.
Zayne has always considered himself a beacon of self-control, having grown up under the concept of restraint and caution when it came to everything from his Evol to his life’s work as a surgeon.
But even he could get addicted to having you spread out underneath him like this.
It had started innocently. Zayne had forgotten his lunch today, probably due to his consecutive sleepless nights, thanks to being on call for not two or three but four surgeries this week. So when you delivered his lunch to his private office like any sweet girlfriend would do, it was only natural that you’d want to see if you could help him feel more relaxed and maybe help relieve the stress that was so clearly fogging up his mind.
This, however, was not what you had in mind.
"Zayne, someone is going to hear us," you hiss, voice trembling, but make no move to stop him.
Zayne only hums, two fingers rubbing right up against your clit with expert precision even with your jeans still unzipped around your waist. His other hand shucks them just barely down your thigh, pressing his fingers right back in, curling against that spot that has your legs jerking against the polished wood of his desk before dragging his fingers out of you agonizingly slow.
"You should’ve locked the door when you came in, then." He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, leaning down, his breath hot against your ear. His free hand presses against your stomach, keeping you pinned as he fucks you open with his fingers, movements slow, deliberate. "You know I don’t like being interrupted."
Your head tilts back against the desk as your cries are muffles into your palm. "Zayne!"
"You were the one who wanted to help relieve my stress, weren’t you?" His voice is calm, collected, like he isn’t knuckle-deep inside you with his fingers glistening from how wet he’s made you already. "So be a good girl and take it."
Your breath stutters, thighs twitching as you clench around his fingers, already embarrassingly close with how well he knows your body, how pent up you’ve been after not having Zayne in over a week. Meanwhile, Zayne watches you come undone with sharp, almost clinical eyes, the hunger in them barely restrained, a predator biding his time.
"Mhm, close, I can’t—"
"Yes, you can," he cuts you off smoothly, pressing his fingers deeper, rubbing firm, steady circles over your clit. His expression doesn’t change, but his voice dips lower, smiling ever so slightly as he watches you. "Come for me."
You shudder violently, hands gripping the edges of the desk as another orgasm threatens to crash over you, your body far too weak to resist the relentless pleasure.
"Zayne," you cry out, hips jerking.
He clicks his tongue, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but not before ripping his tie off, deft, scarred hands looping through the expensive silk before balling it up and pushing it into your open mouth.
“What did I say about staying quiet?”
Your response is stifled around his tie, and Zayne feels his traitorous cock throb at the sound of your fucked out, inaudible voice, the very picture of debauchery with the slight drool smearing your lipstick, your eyes hazy with post-orgasm glow, your office button-down skewed across your breasts just enough so be can squeeze your breast right under your lacy bra.
He wants to ruin you even more.
Zayne has barely even zipped down his pants, holding up his own shirt as he bites it to keep his leaking cock from smearing pre-cum all over the cotton, before he’s desperately fucking his own fist with one hand, the other still circling your clit.
When the sound of voices echo from right outside his office door.
Your body jerks under him at the sudden noise, but Zayne doesn’t stop. If anything, he doubles down, pressing his slick fingers harder against your clit, wrenching another broken sob from your throat, muffled by the tie still shoved between your lips.
“Don’t you dare,” he whispers, voice low, dangerous. His free hand tightens around his cock, stroking faster, more desperate, more sloppy than you’ve ever seen him. The sight alone has your walls clenching down around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal making a mess of his desk and the scattered papers on top.
The voices outside the door grow louder, and Zayne’s entire body tenses. Not with fear. Not with hesitation. But something that he thinks might ruin him forever.
“I should stop,” he murmurs, though his fingers never leave you, still rubbing circles into your overstimulated clit, dragging you higher, forcing you to ride that unbearable edge of pleasure. His teeth clench, brows furrowed as his pace on his own cock stutters, his restraint cracking with every second that passes. “I really should stop.”
You whimper, body trembling beneath him, a plea barely audible around the silk in your mouth.
“But you love this, don’t you?” His voice drops, rasping, guttural. “You love making me a mess, love knowing that the only thing keeping us from getting caught is how good you are for me.”
Zayne never talks like this, but god, now you wish he’d never stop. His mere voice is enough to send you over the edge once again. Your moan is strangled, raw, hips lifting weakly into his touch despite the overstimulation.
The door handle rattles.
Zayne snaps, one arm shooting out as ice surrounds the handle, spears of it crawling over the wooden frame of the door, across the tiled floor as he loses control.
He barely spares it a glance. Pulling the tie from your mouth, Zayne immediately replaces it with his lips, swallowing your gasp as he shoves two fingers back inside you, curling them deep, his strokes ruthless, relentless. His other hand leaves his cock only long enough to drag you forward, forcing your legs around his waist, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance as he moans into your mouth.
"Zayne, your Evol—"
"Don’t worry about me," he hums, kissing you one more time before his gaze drops, watching where the two of you meet. “You’ve done more than enough for me. You’ve always been enough for me.” And he pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open around his thick length, your body still pulsing and greedy from your last orgasm.
Zayne exhales sharply, his forehead pressing against yours as he stills, buried inside you. His fingers flex against your waist, grounding himself, keeping himself from completely unraveling.
“That’s it, breathe,” he murmurs, voice back to the soft, low tone you know so well, the urgency melting into something reverent. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then another to your jaw, as if to soothe you through the stretch. “You’re perfect.”
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as you grind upward, coaxing him into going faster, into actually fucking you.
Zayne groans, his control fraying as he clutches you tighter, nose brushing against yours. “You're going to be the death of me,” he whispers, lips ghosting yours in a kiss, the intimacy making your heart clench.
You can still hear muffled voices beyond the door, a stark reminder of the risk, of how dangerously close you are to being caught. But it only makes you cling to him tighter, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whisper, “Then let me take care of you, Doctor.”
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