synopsis: caleb loves watching you sleep. more than he should, probably.
tags: rough sex, p in v, caleb eats you out very enthusiastically, afab! reader, uses of 'gege' and 'meimei,' a lil bit of dumbification, praise kink
warnings: somno, dub-con, undernegotiated kink. read at your own risk, please!
notes: caleb unleashes a demon inside of me i think . anw first post for this blog lol, please heed the tags and note that i'm a lil rusty at writing ! otherwise, enjoy this piece of depravity <3
divider by: @cursed-carmine .ᐟ
caleb is familiar with all the different versions of you.
he likes the version of you in the morning, eyes half-lidded and soft from sleep, the gentle curvature of your waist peeking through your shirt as you lift your arms up when you yawn. he likes the version of you when your head is tilted back as you laugh, the sound twinkling, easy - your neck bare and showing supple, unmarked skin. he likes the version of you when you're pouting at him, grumbling about him getting home late, even as your touch remains tender and feather-light on his arm as you tug him into the kitchen.
he likes - loves - all the different versions of you. still, there's something about the tranquility of you in sleep that tugs something different within him, a kind of yearning and want that goes deeper than his admiration for you as his gege.
god, he thinks you're doing it on purpose sometimes. the way your leg raises in your sleep, revealing just a little bit more of your inner thigh beneath your cotton shorts. the way your lips are parted slightly, letting out soft snores and incoherent mumbling as you dream. the way your eyelashes fan against your cheeks delicately. the way your chest rises and falls slowly with the rhythm of your breathing.
you're vulnerable like this, unguarded in a way you're not when you're awake. the worries fade between your brows, the tension in your shoulders relaxes. he craves it - this version of you at your basest. he likes that no one else sees you like this, that only he's privy to this kind of defenselessness.
it's perverted, he knows. the way his cock throbs beneath his jeans even at the slightest glimpse of you sleeping, getting his boxers wet with pre-cum embarrassingly quickly. but a deeper part of him doesn't care - it's only natural for him to be attracted to you all the time, isn't it?
his pretty, pretty meimei. his pretty girlfriend, all his.
caleb tries not to go home too late often. he really does. in fact, he's usually buzzing to get home to you, the thought of pulling you into his arms after a long day of work getting him through grueling schedules. still, sometimes, his duty as colonel gets in the way of his precious time with you, hence - coming home when the sun is already peeking through the horizon, making the far distance flush with pink.
he doesn't announce his arrival when he comes home, willing the door and his footsteps to be silent to not wake you. he kicks off his shoes and undoes the buttons on his uniform as he walks up the stairs to your shared bedroom, eager to get in bed with you. he's already picturing it - you, curled up in the blankets, your foot peeking out on one side. your hair, tussled with sleep, your arms clutching the pillow that smells like him. cute.
imagine his surprise when he opens the door to your bedroom and sees . . . you, asleep, laid out in the bed on your stomach. your leg raised, spreading your thighs apart. your soft, supple skin, barely covered with pretty pink, lace lingerie.
it's a sight that's enough to knock the breath out of his lungs. his footsteps halt, his eyes trained on the delicate lace, on the miles and miles of bare skin laid out before him. it's skimpy, it's angelic, and god - you look good enough to eat.
he stalks toward you, hands twitching, itching to touch. he doesn't last a second, already running his hands all over your waist, tracing the lines of your curves carefully. the black leather of his gloves is stark against your skin. he pulls them off with his teeth, throwing them somewhere across the room. it lands on the floor with a soft thump. he keeps touching you, reverent, his thumb dipping below the hem of the lace of your panties. he bites back a groan as he sees that there's a slit, your wet cunt glistening and wetting the fabric.
"god," he groans, a believer praying at his place of worship. "fuck, meimei. all this for me?"
your eyes fluttered open at his persistent touches, at the sound of his voice. the soft, sleepy sound you make makes his heart jump.
"keep sleeping," he breathes out, his pupils blown, eyes dark with want. "just sleep, relax for me."
he watches your eyelids close again, and waits for the sound of your breathing to even out. waits until your limp in his arms again, until your quiet snoring fills his ears. it tugs at his heartstrings, the way you trust and obey him so completely.
he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. then, finally, he leans down and presses his lips on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his teeth grazing it lightly to leave a mark. he takes his time with you, pausing every time he sees you stirring, waiting for you to fall asleep again. he marks you to his content, your thighs a mural of red marks, slick with his spit.
he pulls back to admire his handiwork, chest rising and falling quickly.
shit. he wants to taste you. he's so hard it hurts. he unbuckles his pants, heaving out a sigh of relief as he pulls out his cock, flushed a deep red at the tip. it curls against his stomach, hot and heavy and twitching. he kicks off his pants, getting into bed with you, feeling the bed dip at his weight. he wraps his hand around his length, his thumb smearing the pre-cum on the head of it. he leans down, finally, his breath ghosting over your cunt. he lets go of his cock and places both his hands on top of your cheeks, spreading them to get a better look at you. you're obscene, filthy, dripping wet just for him.
he licks a stripe over heat before diving in like a man starved, his tongue delving inside you as his thumb spreads your labia majora for easier access. he licks up your juices, getting his chin wet and slick with your combined fluids. dipping lower, he sucks on your clit, a filthy slurping sound that would have surely made you flush and hide if you were awake. your hips thrust up unconsciously, and he lays a hand on the small of your back to pin you down as he keeps eating. he doesn't stop until your hips are twitching, until you're letting out these quiet whimpers that make his cock weep.
miraculously, you keep sleeping.
when he pulls away, licking his lips, your eyes are still closed even as your breathing is uneven, your mouth parted a little wider to let out soft, breathy whines.
he can't wait anymore. he straddles your legs, slapping the head of his cock to your cunt with a wet thwack. he groans quietly, letting his length drag over your folds, messing up the pretty lingerie more than it already is.
"fuck." he curses under his breath, feeling his self-control slip by the second. he lines up the head of his cock to your entrance, moaning lowly when your cunt welcomes him with a soft pop. he feeds you everything inch by inch, until the tip of his cock is snug against your cervix, until his hips meet the back of your thighs.
he takes a moment to admire the view, one he'll never tire of. he leans down and presses a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling out slowly, letting you feel the drag of his cock until only the head is inside.
he chuckles quietly as he watches you whimper, the sound tender and fond.
then your eyes snap open as he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto his cock in one smooth thrust, a silent gasp escaping you as he knocks the breath out of your lungs.
"gege," you slur out, still sleepy, hands clutching against the sheets as he starts fucking you in earnest. "guh - gege, what's . . ."
"so pretty," he praises, his gaze drifting to your half-lidded eyes, widening ever so slightly every time he sheathes his dick inside of your gummy walls. "so pretty when you're sleeping, meimei, fuck, can never get enough of you -"
fuck. are those tears in your eyes? already? he scoffs, the heat in his stomach coiling like a string threatening to snap. he raises your hips, practically smooshing your cheeks into the pillows with every snap of his hips. he lets out a breathless laugh - god, he can't help it. when you're so easy for him, he can't help but be a little mean.
"cute," he murmurs, bending down to kiss the corner of your eye. the new angle makes you yelp, makes his cock hit deeper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "take me so well, baby. so tight around me, fuck. can fuck you forever."
"forever," you hiccup, echoing his words. "wan' it, wan't it so bad, gege, please -"
his hips stutter momentarily, groaning at your pleading. you beg so sweetly for him, how can he resist?
he pulls out, ignoring your cute little whine. he turns you around so you're laying on your back, and his hands grip the back of your thighs, pressing them against your chest so he's got you in a mating press. his cock slides in easily enough, but now he can watch the dumb, cockdrunk expression on your face as he bottoms out.
"you like this," he accuses, the snapping of his hips turning mean. the wet, squealching sounds make the blush on your face travel down to your neck, and he watches, fascinated. "you like being used in your sleep. my cute, pretty meimei - how did i never know you were so filthy?"
you don't respond, too busy being fucked to high heaven to care. your back arches as he keeps going - sharp, fast, and brutal - making your head spin.
he can't take it. your expression is so cute, the tears streaking your cheeks enough to make his cock twitch dangerously.
"c'mon," he murmurs, slowing his thrusts to deep, languid strokes that make your toes curl. sweat is beading at his forehead, falling to his neck. "c'mon, my pretty girl. my meimei. cum for me."
you never were very good at denying him anything.
he hisses when you tighten around him, legs shaking as you come undone. babbles of his name and other pleas escape your lips, your neck bared to him as your head is thrown back against the pillows. fuck - it's angelic. it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.
it isn't long before he's spilling inside you, the heat flooding your cunt making you whimper. god, you're so full of him you think you can't breathe. his hips keep moving in slow, shallow thrusts, fucking his spend deeper into you, making sure it takes.
his lips quirk up into a small, fond smile as he watches your breathing even out again, your eyes fluttering close as you slump down on the bed, exhausted. he brushes away the strands of hair from your face, revealing your soft, flushed skin.
how pretty. how precious. his meimei, his pipsqueak, all his.
