Caleb takes his stress out on you.
Warnings: Explicit, MDNI. Dubious Consent, Degradation, Rough
The sound of heavy footsteps echoing outside your bedroom door broke your attention away from your phone. You were sitting on your bed, and looked up to see the knob turn and the door open, the creak of the hinge signalling the arrival of your weary boyfriend.
Caleb’s eyes immediately found yours, heavy lids hinting at the exhaustion that accumulated throughout the day. His usually crisp uniform was now unbuttoned low and creased at the edges, letting his heaving chest peek through. His tie was pulled off completely and was now wrapped around his hand instead.
He looked completely unraveled.
Normally, this would concern you, as you would immediately invite him to slip into your embrace, asking him all about his day and the overwhelming responsibilities that probably consorted it. Indulging him in the comfort that only you would be able to provide, all without a second thought.
You were utterly upset by Caleb not giving you enough attention throughout the day, and being the bratty abomination Caleb practically created himself, you weren't planning on being nice.
You watched him toss his hat off somewhere on the floor carelessly and take a few steps towards you. “It's way past your bedtime, pips.” His voice was gruff, carrying a deeper edge and being breathier than usual, almost like even using it was costing him his composure.
You, meanwhile, ignored his presence and voice entirely, and turned your attention back onto the device in your hands. Even as you felt his looming presence hovering right above your figure, you simply acted indifferent.
You heard a low hum rumble from his chest before a hand snatched away your phone. Immediately, your gaze shot up to meet his face, seeing one of his eyebrows cocked up.
“Go to sleep.” The sentence carried an air of finality, but you were not going to relent.
You saw his lips press together into a thin line, looking like he was conjuring all the patience in the world. And that's exactly what you’ve come to expect– Caleb resorting to his sweet indulgence, saying ‘please baby’ while peppering light kisses all over your face. His natural state of having bottomless lenience.
But what you didn't expect– was for him to reach out to the back of your neck, thread his fingers through your hair, and yank hard.
“C-caleb,” you whimpered out, already feeling tears prick the edge of your eyes and your underwear turning into wet mush.
Caleb leaned down to your level, head dipping into the crook of your neck as he angled you with his new leverage.
“You’re a pain in the fucking ass.”
He smushed his face against your skin, inhaling deeply, punctuating each movement with bites and sucks that felt anything but gentle. And by the time he retracted to meet your gaze once again, his eyes were fully blown out.
“Ive had a day too long, my work too hard, and way too many punchable faces,” Caleb spoke lowly as he raked his eyes through your entire frame, a tick in his jaw pulsing with each syllable.
“So what I need you to do, my sweet–” the nickname was dripping with condescension more than anything, and suddenly, he released his hold on you, standing up to his full height to tower over you once more, “--is to shut the fuck up and strip.”
You gulped aloud, throat bobbing as suddenly all defiance bubbled away with the weight of his gaze. And so you pulled off your t-shirt, exposing your soft mounds and already pebbled nipples. You watched Caleb's eyes immediately dart to the view, mouth ever so slightly parting. And to finish the job, you pulled off your shorts, now entirely bare and exposed to the volatile man in front of you.
You saw him mutter a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, tugging them off along with his boxers as his eager dick took no time or convincing to immediately spring up, massive with veins running down its length, and a flushed tip that was already drooling.
His hand, still having the tie wrapped around it, went back to gripping your hair and tugging your face closer, as the other grabbed the base of his own dick and smacked it across your cheek. The contact made your pussy clench around nothing, and a soft whimper escaped your lips.
A part of you wanted to prove yourself, that you were still capable of being his good girl. So you immediately went to work, wrapping your lips around his tip and slowly feeding his entire length into your mouth.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” you looked up at him through your lashes, already struggling to accommodate him. “In fact– I’ll help ya.” And he pushed your head down all the way, your nose now grazing his pelvis.
You gagged, hard. But his grip suggested you weren't gonna be let go of anytime soon, so you pushed through, flaring up your nostrils to breathe through your nose and relaxing your throat. Tears were now freely running down your cheeks.
Caleb let his face break just a little, with how you were looking up at him with wet cheeks and lashes, mouth stuffed full of him.
“My pretty little slut,” he gritted, letting out soft grunts as he shallowly thrusted into your mouth.
Soon enough, you regained some sanity as you got more used to his size, now more eager with the way you bobbed your head, pulling back entirely sometimes to swirl your tongue and kiss his pink tip.
But right before you were about to take him in entirely once more, you felt his grip tighten in your hair and hold your head back, making you whine at the restraint. “Ca–”
Before you could react, he posted one knee onto the mattress, pushing you to lay flat, and he held your waist and hauled you back across the bed. Immediately maneuvering you to have your face shoved into the pillows and ass held up high.
Feeling like your world was turned upside down, you took a moment to get back to your senses while you felt your wrists being tied up together. Shifting your head to get a clear view behind you, you saw the ends of his tie dangling down your hips.
You felt a sharp stinging on your ass, immediately soothed by his warm hands caressing the skin. Yet the blooming pain only led to the dripping of your cunt getting worse, wet trails forming as slick ran down your thighs. This didn't go unnoticed by Caleb either, as his fingers traced the wetness back up to your fluttering folds, meeting no resistance as he shallowly thrusted two digits in.
“Goddammit, Pips,” Caleb sucked in a breath through his teeth, “you like being treated this way, don't you? Nasty girl.”
And with that he shoved his fingers in all the way, not giving you any time to adjust to his huge digits and immediately setting a rough pace.
He seemed to go even faster, pumping his fingers in and out with loud squelches. Your hips instinctively bucking into his thrusts betrayed you, but to save some semblance of dignity, you whined and squealed, still partially muffled by the pillows yet making it abundantly clear that you were, in fact, complaining about this.
Suddenly, you felt his hand pull away from you entirely, but immediately replaced by his dick spearing through you and bottoming out in one brutal thrust. This effectively silenced all your whining, letting all your grievances dissolve into breathy whimpers.
“Much better. Noisy bitch, aren't ya.” Caleb grunted, and you felt his heavy hand settle over the base of your head to push you even further into the pillows.
And after a moment of you just pulsing around his dick, pussy struggling to take all of him, he began rolling his hips against you– not pulling out yet, just tugging your hips impossibly flush against his own, almost like he wanted to nestle himself in your cervix.
“Mhmm,” Caleb moaned, leaning over to bite and suck on your shoulder, “'Missed this tight little pussy.”
“Thought about you all day, baby.” He pulled out all the way, tip almost slipping out– “Yet I come back home to you acting like a little shit.” –and he slammed back in.
That's all it took for you to come.
“But that's my own fault, isn’t it? I spoil you too much.” Caleb merely continued, like you weren't moaning and sobbing on his cock, pussy throbbing like it was trying to milk him.
“Didn't wanna sleep, did you?” He hummed contemplatively, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I guess I'll just have to fuck you till you pass out then.”
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