cw: spit, mention of somno, sensitive caleb, that’s all i just need him 😵💫
caleb’s legs are spread wide against the end of his bed, with you on your knees between them. the veins in his forearms are bulging with how tightly he’s gripping his bedsheets behind him.
“just relax baby,” soothing him by slowly rubbing your hands along his inner thighs, “so tense.” you sigh through a soft smile, eyes trained on the work you’re doing. he can’t respond—how could he when the girl of his dreams is on his bedroom floor, ready to take his leaking dick in her mouth?
relax. just relax! right, rightrightright. you can relax. you can do exactly that. exactly what she’s saying. just. relax… he affirms in his head, lowering his eyes as slow as he humanly could to your fingers rubbing along his dick.
FUCKhecan’tdothis.
he snaps his head up to the ceiling within half a second of his eyes landing on your figure, kneeling before him. there’s no way he could look at you without busting a nut instantaneously. yet, even with that small glance he could barely handle, he burned the image of your lashes fluttering admirably at the precum oozing from his cock, the way your tongue peeks out to wet your bottom lip and your teeth latch onto it for just a beat too long, the sounds of your small sighs of desperation to just get a taste of what you’ve been craving for god knows how long.
distracted, his mouth registers that you’ve started licking his tip before his brain does. letting out the loudest moan he’s ever moaned, he sits in shock at the sheer volume his vocal cords managed just now. once he’s processed what’s happened, he’s quick to maneuver your head off his dick in fear of coming in the next ten seconds, hand sliding under your chin to nudge you backwards. “hey, how ‘bout i… just, uh, eat you out? ‘cause i—i don’t think…um…” he trails off, chuckling awkwardly.
he’s tripping over his words, and you’re watching in amusement, shifting from jaw-dropping surprise into a playful smile with each passing second of awkward defense on his part. you’ve never seen him like this, yet you don’t hate it. “i get it, caleb. you’re just scared you’re not gonna last. there’s no shame in that!” your tone of voice barely concealing the careful intent embedded within your words. “just let me fuck you.” his eye twitched—you were proposing a challenge. he took the bait.
“lie on your back.” despite how cocky he tried to be, you knew him better than that. “whatever you say, colonel,” you were not making this easy for him, were you?
his adam’s apple bobs, following you getting on his bed and climbing on top to cage his arms around your head. his right hand goes down to pump his cock a few times, the precum leaking rapidly and dripping onto your clit. holy fuck.
“y’ready?” he breathes out. he knows he isn’t.
“put it in already, caleb,” you groan, hips grinding up to rub against his dick. stifled whimpers, sounding almost pained, leave his mouth at your efforts. he lines himself up with your entrance, and the feeling of his tip rubbing up and down between your wet folds had him trembling, pleasure incomparable to those years of him fucking his fist but feeling like something was missing, always tempted to take the real thing when you’d be sleeping the next room over.
when he pushes in, finally, you can’t help but moan. his stalling seemed to have been taking a toll on you too, he supposes. “fuck, ca-caleb…” you tighten at the little satisfaction he’s granting you currently. he can’t even bear to look at you. only having an inch in, he knows that opening his eyes to make contact with yours would have him gushing on the spot. he eases his way in without a word—eerily silent for him.
“…you okay?” a few breaths.
“ye-yeah.” his voice cracks, and he goes to hide his face within the crook of your neck without missing a beat.
“take your time, baby.” your hands lovingly brush through his hair, the feeling of your soft fingers against his sweat sheened body felt nearly electric.
he twitches. “yeah.”
you prepared yourself when you felt him slowly pulling out and pausing, before quickly pushing back in, leaving you breathless. his cock was better than anything you could have dreamed of, and you have been dreaming of this. he picks up his pace, and at the sound of your higher-pitched whimpers, he had gained enough confidence to believe that he was the one in control. he lifts his head up to peek at your face, but the glimpse he catches at your lips, agape with pleasure, your eyes shut tight, your furrowed brows, and god, the droplet of sweat that rolled down the side of your face—he needed a distraction. he latches onto your neck and abruptly stutters to a stop, in order to recompose himself. “babe, are you sure you’re okay?”
“m’sure.” his sentences were choppy.
“okay. just…tell me if you need anything, please?”
“…’kay.” he’s heaving into your skin, breath sounding even more desperate when he’s exhaling through his nose.
caleb always loves to talk. what’s wrong with him today?
once he’s normal enough, he fucks into you again like that never happened, eyes trained low to where the two of you are connected. his hand caresses the side of your face, wiping the sweat onto his index finger, using everything in his power to not lick it off. his thumb now drags along your bottom lip, admiring how it bounces back.
“open your mouth.” you do so without question. he harnesses all his bravery to not miss or cum, and he spits. directly in your mouth. it surprises you, letting his saliva sit on your tongue without processing what happened.
“swallow for me, baby.” oh, you could get used to this.
you follow his orders nearly immediately, and you catch notice of his eyes intently trailing the path of his spit down your throat. your mouth opens again and you stick your tongue out, providing proof that you listened. “good girl.”
he brings his face close to yours again, hot breath fanning over your face. his thumb brushes along your bottom lip, so you play into it. your tongue wraps around the soft pad, enveloping the tip of his finger into your mouth. he stiffens. when you suck it further in, just to relax your muscles and let it slip out again, as if you were trying to suck his cock, that was his tipping point.
he whimpers while his hips move erratically, lodging himself as deep as he could before cumming, powerfully, inside your pussy with a guttural groan of sheer pleasure. he pants, face hidden away from you, but you could make out what he’d look like based off of the glowing blush on the tips of his ears.
he’s so embarassed. he’s humiliated. he’s—“that was so fucking hot, caleb.”—hard all over again.
