overstimulating caleb because he was naughty ?? anyone…?
“shittt!” caleb whimpered out, hands digging into the bedsheets with a deadly grip. his eyes closed, head hung low with a few whines and moans.
“please…!” he squirmed, only to be readjusted by your hand pulling on his collar, “stay still caleb.”
“i’m trying,” caleb sputtered, trying to keep his temper stable. yet his attempts didn’t seem to work as much as he thought, caleb seeing your gaze go from his twitching cock to his face with a stare that sent shivers down his spine.
“…sorry..”
“you better be.”
the position you were in wasn’t anything common to caleb.
he was sat on the edge of the bed, hands behind him, whilst you sat on his thighs, restricting him from moving.
your hand wrapped around his twitching cock, the other hand holding his leash connected to a firm collar that was wrapped around his neck.
caleb had thought that you’d deprive him of cuddles, kisses and scratches. y’know the old stuff! maybe not let him come for a little, you’d never be too rough with him.
but after he destroyed your £2500 purse? the one that you saved up quite a lot of money for?? the one that you’ve only had for a month?
oh, you’ll teach him a lesson. or ten if needed.
overstimulating his poor, poor cock, running your hand up and down his length with a brutal pace, not even letting him relax when he finally came for the umpteenth time.
“please—i can’t no more…” caleb begged, head lowering with a few shaky moans. hands holding yours with pleading eyes.
“you can,”
“i can’t!” he whimpered.
“you can and you will,” you replied, jerking him off faster and faster as his moans increased, hands pushing at your rapidly moving palm.
“hah-ahhh! please i can’t!”
a laugh escaped your mouth before you asked him, “how many is this now?” you saw his brain work overtime before you squeezed his cock harder.
he heard you tutting at him, “have you not been counting like i asked? tch, naughty dog. we’re at ten.”
“ten! yes ten! i remember…please no more!”
“should i really give you a break caleb?” you pushed him onto the bed, tying his head in front of him before grabbing a deadly weapon. “you thought it was 8…forgot 2 orgasms caleb, sigh i guess that’s two more.”
his eyes widened, “no! no no no no!! i’m sorry! no more! it’s ten! i know now!” he tried to squirm yet you were quicker than that, locking your body around his legs. placing the vibrating cock ring on him, the green colour giving caleb flashbacks to the videos you showed him of what it does to naughty pets like him.
yet his slight fear was easily sensed by you, a small part of you wanting to give into his crocodile tears. your hand went to his cheek, “only two caleb, i’ll give you a break after okay?” you promised, rubbing circles into his chest with your thumb before landing a wet kiss on his lips.
you heard him sob slightly before nodding, “o-only two..no more after that…” a laugh left you once more at his whiny tone, “okay my little pet.”
28/06/25 — i was crying so i decided to make myself feel better :)
A/N: credits to my nerdy 11 year old brother who still didn’t help me but gave me a little bit of lore. And credits for my lovely Rhi Rhi!!! @luvinbloom
Spider-Man!Caleb who never really thought ever to be a superhero. In fact, before, he was just Caleb Xia, a robotics and aviation major in Queens, Captain of the Basketball team and despite the whole college population having a crush on this dream of a man, he was crushing on the Cute Barista who also sat ahead of him in his otherwise useless economics class
Spider-Man!Caleb who had visited your cafe you worked at every once in a while. He’d talk to you as you cleaned counters. You thought he was handsome and funny with his jokes, but also thoughtful .
Spider-Man!Caleb who had decided to skip class one day to go visit a science demonstration about radioactivity. Though he was popular and a jock, he was also secretly a cute dork. A cute dork who didn’t expect to get bitten by a radioactive spider.
Spider-Man!Caleb who eventually took the responsibility of saving New York City with his new powers, swinging from building to building and trapping villains by doing his favourite thing in the world: witty banter and tying them upside down with his sticky webs. “Y’know, spiders like finding bugs in their webs… wait that wasn’t good.. I had a better one somewhere… uhhh.. uhhh okay, bug out!”
Spider-Man!Caleb who still visited your cafe, just a lot less from all the stress. You missed the funny handsome guy who made bad coffee jokes and who gave you company during low-key times. You had his favourite drink order by heart, and secretly perfected his drink for you. “Order for Caleb!” The second he stepped in, waving the drink around with a smile. “Ah! My favourite customer!” “My favourite barista!” He replies with a wink.
Spider-Man!Caleb who as much as he liked you, and was close to you, didn’t want to let you know about his identity. But it got harder and harder when it was late one night and you were about to close up. Caleb had switched back to his normal clothes after a patrol near your cafe and walked in the cafe. You were about to groan from the hard day and endless essays due. “Hey.. you alright? You look..” “rough? Yeah thanks.” You replied tersely.
Spider-Man!Caleb who listened to you vent the whole time. Humming and nodding along, half-listening to you because even though he felt guilty, you looked really good in the light, and your nose scrunching up as you crash out. In fact… so good that he didn’t realize he walked up to you, held your jaw with two fingers and leaned down to kiss you softly.
Spider-Man!Caleb who took your breath away as you leaned into his kiss, and only pulled away for air, a string of saliva connecting you. “Sorry.. just had to..” he smiled, blush spread around his cheeks. You laughed awkwardly. “No.. no.. it’s fine.. uh.. what was I saying?” The two of you laughed and he walked you to your dorm building night, watching you blow him a kiss before entered the building as he stood outside, hand in his pockets, starstruck
Spider-Man!Caleb who felt amazing when he was with you.. his girlfriend. He could listen to you yap for days and hours while you rambled amiably about your classes, and who he later learnt about your… Spider-Man obsession? Like, you wouldn’t shut up about him.
Spider-Man!Caleb who was… jealous of himself?!? Don’t get him wrong, he knew you were thinking of him technically, but you didn’t know that.. and… it just hurt even more of the fact that he couldn’t tell you.. it was already bad enough Gideon walked in on him while he was changing out of his costume, with gideon’s chip bag in hand.
Spider-Man!Caleb who you thought was becoming distant.. six months in into dating him.. and he was always last minute cancelling plans, leaving early on dates with his credit card, flowers and a ride home for you on the table, and always unable to hang out. “Sorry babyyyy! Exams are killing me over here :P.” “My gran hasn’t been taking her meds againnnn.” “Sweetheart, I swear, next week I’ll make up for it, buuut check your doorstep.. there might be a present!!”
Spider-Man!Caleb who you even though got so many presents from him in return of his absence, cute necklaces, clothes, comics and spiderman merch, you still wanted him.. couldn’t he see that? Or what if it wasn’t you he was seeing.. what if…? Thoughts spiralled your mind.. no.. he wasn’t… surely…
Spider-Man!Caleb who while fighting off villains and swinging from sky scraper to scraper, awaited your daily amount of texts.. but instead, you started to stop texting him. At all. Caleb felt horrible, knowing that he couldn’t tell you why he was always standing you up, and how horribly it felt that the prettiest girl is right there, and he was being just a dick towards her.
Spider-Man!Caleb who was patrolling his nightly routine before his spidey-senses started tingling, and he heard an explosion.. he swung over there as fast as he could, where.. there was a fire! In the cafeteria you worked at! He knew that it was a Thursday, and you’d be working there right now!
Spider-Man!Caleb who only thought one thing. He had to save you. He swooped down and barely gave Carnage a glance before sprinting in to find you. There you were, kneeled onto the floor, verge of tears. You look so frightened that his heart broke. He quickly swept you up from the floor and ran out. He wanted to desperately kiss you so bad, but had to physically retrain himself
Spider-Man!Caleb who tried comforting your panicked self. “Okay, it’s okay.. do you trust me?” You nod, shaking in his arms both from excitement and shock. “Okay, you gotta hold on tight!” And he shoots a web up to a nearby tall building. You scream the whole entire time, and you don’t even realize your head tucked into his chest just like what you usually did with Caleb whenever you were upset.
Spider-Man!Caleb who had you sitting on the roof surface of the building, shaking. “Hey.. you okay?” You nod slowly. “What about…” “Carnage? It’s okay, I was more worried on finding you Y/N. I’m glad you’re safe.” “Thanks.” You exhale. “I’m a huge fan by the way.” Spider-Man chuckled. “Oh yeah? I’m a fan of myself too.” He joked.
Spider-Man!Caleb who sat with you for a few minutes, as your mind reeled. “I had someone who was supposed to pick me up.. I hope he’s safe..” And Caleb’s heart stopped. His mind racked his memories. “What time is it?” Spider-Man asked, trying to sound casual and not panicking. “Hm? Fifteen minutes after eight.”
Spider-Man!Caleb who felt like the worst boyfriend ever. Because he promised, no excuses that he’d be at the cafe by eight. And meanwhile you were wondering if he was safe or not, like the caring girl you were. “Well, hopefully he’s safe! I need to go find Carnage!”
“Wait..”
Spider-Man!Caleb stopped and turned back around. “Yeah? What’s up?” “I never said that someone was a he. I also never mentioned my name. How… did you know that?”
Spider-Man!Caleb who stammered some lame ass excuse before jumping off and swinging away as he fast he could. You were onto him. Damn you for being observant and sharp. As he scouted for the villain he was after, beating and trying to trapping Carnage up, he was lost in thought. Thinking of you. His whole mind revolved around you. Your smile, your forlorn face when he had to regretfully leave you at the restaurant he was excited to take you to. How his gifts didn’t even compare to him not being there.
Spider-Man!Caleb who was so lost in thought that Carnage able to punch Caleb hard. In the face. Causing him to be off guard. And Carnage was able to get away after landing more punches to Spiderman. Caleb cursed at himself as he used the remaining of his strength to swing back from his window into his dorm room. He suddenly heard a knock on the door. “Caleb? You in there? Gideon let me in..”
Spider-Man!Caleb panicked. Damn it, you were fast! “Uh… I’m naked!” He called out, and slapped himself because. “Huh? When was that a problem? We’ve literally had sex!” “Yeah.. but!” He tried stalling for some time, noticing the mirror and his bruises on his face.. and coincidentally on his neck.. “Caleb! You’re acting weird! I’m coming in!” You holler, the locked knob jiggling as you muttered “why is this locked?”
Spider-Man!Caleb who still had his spider suit stuck at his feet as he tried kicking it off and right on time flung it somewhere before you finally picked the lock and opened the door. And you were… confused why Caleb had bruises all over his face and was only in boxers. “Caleb?” “It’s not what you think!” “Well.. what is it?” Your voice shakes as he tries pulling you in. “I.. I just got into a fight. I promise..” you shrug his arms off. “I.. I don’t know if I can take your word. Whatever. I’m tired.. wanted to talk with you. I guess now’s not a good time.”
Spider-Man!Caleb who panicked, shrugging on sweatpants and a hoodie from his messy clothes pile as he called after you. “No wait! Baby! We can talk.” He was desperate by the moment, he hadn’t been able to see what was wrong with you and not replying to him. Now was his chance. You stop.. turn around with your eyes glossy and red.
Spider-Man!Caleb stood there across from you. Your arms were crossed. “Caleb.. I.. I don’t think I can do this anymore..” and Caleb’s heart stopped. “What.. baby what are you talking about?” “You’ve been hiding things from me. Standing me up, leaving early, and then trying to buy my love. Then you have bruises all over your neck and face.” Your voice dropped to a cracked whisper. “I’m not stupid..”
Spider-Man!Caleb who ran after you, outside his dorm building. You were insanely fast. “Baby! Wait! We can talk about this!” You don’t reply, sprinting as you wipe away tears that just kept going. Caleb was only in socks, sweatpants and an ugly middle school hoodie. But he couldn’t care less..
Spider-Man!Caleb who panicked when he saw you running towards the heart of New York. During rush hour at midnight. “Wait! Y/N! Get back here!” But you were too lost in swimming thoughts that you didn’t care where you were going. You didn’t even realize you ran into where Carnage, who had escaped from Spider-man was destructing the area left and right, before he noticed you. “Oh? This the girl Spider-man was after?”.
Spider-Man!Caleb who before Carnage could do anything to you, shot out a web to capture and pull you towards him, as you yelped before Caleb’s big arms covered your face and he pulled his hoodie on his head. And for the second time in the span of two hours, you found yourself screaming as you were lifted off the ground.. by Caleb? Out of all people?
Spider-Man!Caleb who had to physically hold you as he found a safe roof to sit on again. You finally opened your eyes, and Caleb looked back at you, eyes wide and worried as he caressed his thumb on your jaw. “Caleb? Was that..?” “Fuck..” “when… when were you going to?” “I can explain! I- I didn’t want to keep it a secret but I had to.. and it got harder by the second because I knew I was being an asshole to you, and you were about to probably get killed so I… God this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you.” “Caleb.. shut up.” And he did as you leaned in to hug him, body still shaking from the adrenaline and sniffling as he rubbed your back, grounding you, and pressing kisses to your hair line. “You idiot.. I thought you were cheating on me..” you choked out. “Oh my God, never ever ever think that ever again.”
Spider-Man!Caleb who just a big fucking idiot
Spider-Man!Caleb who now instead of waking you up with a good morning text, swings by and taps rhythmically and obnoxiously on your window, spider suit still on. “Caleb! You dimbass!” You hissed, opening the window so your large boyfriend could get inside. “Good morning to you too honey!” He grins, sweeping you into a kiss on your lips. You groan before laughing. “It’s four in the morning and I have morning breath!” “Your breath smells good, you should let me sleep with you.. I’m super duper tired y’know.” You shoved him as he took off his suit and dropped himself right on top of you on your sad twin bed..
Spider-Man!Caleb who now relies on good luck kisses. He’ll hang upside down, begging for a kiss as you tease him. “Huh, the great Spiderman who beats up criminals is now begging for a kiss.” “Please? Just one?” He pouts. You chuckle at how cute and pathetic he looks before giving him a long passionate kiss. When you lean back, his lips are bright red and his eyes are blow wide..
Spider-Man!Caleb who patrols near the cafe you work at quite often, and whenever he would, he’d give you a salute and a blowed kiss. You always feel safe working at the cafe that might be burnt, and your supervisor mad at you, but hey! Spider-man apparently has his coffee here! And now it’s a proud sponsor for Caleb.
Spider-Man!Caleb who after routine, always changes his clothes and seeks your warmth. It could be two am, and with your exasperated roommates letting your clingy boyfriend in, he opens your door, slides his hands on your waist and almost can sleep until you just have to wake up and “oh my God Caleb! What the hell happened to you? You look like you got run over.” “Bullied by my girlfriend when I just wanna sleep.” He mumbles but never hates it for too long, well, never hates it. Because he loves when you fuss over him, bandaging him up, kissing away bruises and the night ending with him safe in your lap as you cradle his face. Because while he’s Spider-Man to everyone in New York, he’s just Caleb in your arms.
IT'S DONE. A FULL LINEUP OF EVERY SINGLE CURRENT BLISS MEMBER
(closeups under cut)
Im Pretty sure this is all of the current active members. ok well "active" this is bliss the definition is a little loose but. yknow. I didnt include anyone whos since left bliss bc theres a lot of them already man but I Might go and draw a few if I feel like it later
Your voice was slowly going, tired from screaming and moaning from the overwhelming pleasure that Caleb's tongue was giving you. Your hands bound by a heavy, invisible force, up above your head, your fist scratching against the wall behind you.
Meanwhile, Caleb's mouth was coated in the results your multiple orgasms, his stubble scratching agaisnt your pussy properly. Now if there was anything that Caleb loved to eat, it was you. He was the chef of the house, and you always ate what he made with no refusal, complimenting his work.
He can make lasagna, xiàolongbao, 5 star meals. And you help him sometimes, baking and cooking. Yet his favourite meal is something you make in between your legs. The scent too strong for him to ignore whenever you two ever get in bed, his hands grasping at your thighs.
A dildo, his mouth, his fingers, his dick—no matter what it is, Caleb has to have a one-on-one moment with your pussy. And if you struggle? No problem, he'll tie you up, use his own hands or his evol. Just how it is now.
"One—" he said in between kisses, "—more..." Caleb sucking on your pussy, his tongue swirling around your hole. His lips making out with your soaked folds, you could feel his beard rubbing agaisnt you, making the sensation even more sensitive than it is. Caleb continued to latch onto your cunt, slurping up your juices and moaning into your cunt. His eyebrows furrowed as he savours his dinner, eyes shut in ecstasy.
He realised himself with a small pop! panting, his hands molding your thighs like they were play dough.
'Oh gosh, it's too much to handle, his tongue was too much, his hands, his stupid beard!— every fucking thing was too much! A break— please just one break—'
"Hey hey," With a small swat to your hip, he looked at you from his knees. "There you are. You okay baby? Zoned out on me for a little." Caleb readjusted his position, sitting up straight. With a slurred voice, you replied, humming, "...m'okay...i'm done, i don't have anymore for your–needy mouth.."
Caleb's eyebrow rose, his head tilting as he pretending to think deeply, "Hm..."
You looked down, noticing his hand creeping back down to your thighs, pulling you up the chair so you're not uncomfortable. "How about...we make a deal?"
"...Calebbb..."
"It's not that bad, just oneeee more. Please? I'll be gentle, you can do it pop-squeak, i believe in you." He kissed your inner thigh, gently rubbing your skin with his thumbs.
"That's unfair..." A pout appeared on our lips as you felt that heavy force finally release your hands. Caleb holding your arms as he massages any sort of ache that you might have. "Okay, how about I'll make you anything you want baby if you let me finish my own meal. Deal?"
With a reluctant gaze, you nodded, "Deal..."
That was the best, worst and last deal you ever made with Caleb.
a/n: just a little thing i thought of when eating dinner today
Synopsis: Caleb comforting after you accidentally killed someone, and you realizing by the second that there’s something more than him being your doting gege..
Colonel Xia Yizhou (Caleb) x heavily implied fem!reader
Tags: Psudeo-cest, SUGGESTIVE MDNI 18+, dead dove, heavy use of Gege and Mei Mei, slightly heavy yandere themes, mentions of gore, hurt/comfort..?, non-sexual nudity, CALEB IN A WHITE DRESS SHIRT, Vivid descriptions of blood and panic attacks, panicking, not proofread (when is it ever?), Blink wrote this because she highkey wanted to kill someone but who said that? Murder…duh, author is sleep deprived and wants Caleb really badly, harassment, stalking, uses of ‘baby, sweetheart, pips, pipsqueak, honey’
Author notes: YAYAYA I got so much love on my recent posts! This was technically supposed to be Bole Chudiyan, but things took a turn, and I decided to not finish that fic or even get through the third chapter. But anyways, Google and chat gpt now think I’m planning a murder! (I’m not btw)
Word count: 6.1k (WHAT)
There was blood, splattered all over your hands, your arms, your clothes, your face.
You desperately tried wiping the blood smears off your pants.
They wouldn’t come off.
You were shaking.
Numb. The silence after the gun shot ringing and repeating inside your head was like a mantra, as it reminded you constantly of what you’ve done.
You trembled, trying to scramble up onto your feet, trying your hardest to , only to fall apart onto the gravel again. Your phone was cracked at the right corner as your hand reached for it. Only one person flooded your mind. The one person who knew what to do.
The numbers that were so familiar as you dialled them in seemed so blurry as your tears glossed your eyes, dampening your eyelashes and forcing choked sobs from you.
One ring.
Two rings.
“Pipsqueak?” “C-Caleb..” you croaked out, trying to not seem pathetic. But your Gege, who knew you since you were both children, who knew everything about you, from your deepest dark secrets, to the ins and outs of your body, to exact ID’s for everything, The point was, nothing could escape him. “Mei Mei? Is everything alright? Are you in danger?” “I messed up. I-I was in danger, then.. then I got scared.. and.. and I screwed up.”
You rambled on as Caleb tried to intervene without startling you. “Baby, you gotta stay with me here. What happened?” Another sob rippled and you heard faint shuffling, keys and a door slamming from the call background.
“Hey, hey, just listen to me. I won’t judge you, m’kay? You know Caleb doesn’t judge you.Are you safe right now?” “I don’t know!” You cried. “I don’t know what’s going on.. I don’t know what I did! There just was this guy, and he started whistling … an’ I got scared so I ran faster, an’ he had a knife and attacked me.. and there.. I… and.. and..” “Breathe. I’m coming alright? Gege’s coming.” You took sharp inhales and shaky exhales.
“I just need you.. please..”
and Caleb wouldn’t like to admit it, but his corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’m coming, sweetheart, just stay on the line. I’ll fix it. I’ll fix everything, just five minutes.”
Seconds ticked by as minutes felt like cruel hours. Nobody was around.
Just you, and the dead body.
You counted the amount of wounds. Six holes pierced in the limp body. One on each leg, two on both sides of his chest, one on his torso, and one to his head. That’s all you could notice. How the man’s insides oozed out like a running yolk, and onto the ground.How the gravel was painted in a crimson red. You must’ve been hallucinating because you swore the pointer finger of the burly and dry hand twitched every while.You felt your vision blackening, flickering in panic and shock.
You could hear Caleb’s muffled voice from the other line of the phone calling your name, over and over. You mumbled something, arms that once propped you up buckling and failing you as you collapsed onto the floor going in and out from sleep.
Caleb was there in four minutes and thirteen seconds from God knows where. The soles of his shoes clicked briskly as he walked over to the grotesque scene. A man whose limbs were contorted, and his pupils rolled back. Then his eyes darted towards where you huddled yourself, shaking and crying yourself to the brink of faint.
He glided over, kneeling down as he slid a hand on the back of your head, gently lifting it. “Hey, it’s me. Caleb.” Your eyes teared up again as you buried your face into his chest without even looking at him, you couldn’t.
Caleb had to come and clean up your mess, yet again..
“Caleb..” you sobbed, quietly and pathetic. And he could feel his heart break as he saw you in such a fragile state. To him, this scene was just a normal day at work, with delinquents and traitors lurking about every corner of the fleet.
All he had to do was notice them slip up once, before blowing their brains out. But seeing his baby sister like this? So tender hearted and too soft for this world. He cradled your head and patted it. The scene was ambiguous enough.
“Let’s go home and clean up,yeah?” He murmured in your ear, like he was coddling a child. You hated when he was like that. Like you were beneath him. But for now, you were too drained to do anything, your body going limp as he effortlessly picked you up. “What about the..” you weakly trailed off. “I’ll clean it up, don’t worry, Gege will fix everything.”
The drive home was tiring. It didn’t matter that home was only twenty minutes away. You slumped on the passenger seat as Caleb’s hand squished your plush thigh, despite the not dried blood you rubbed on your pants.
You barely remembered getting out of the car, and the trip to your shared bathroom, carrying the medical box with barely two fingers and blood dripping and staining the floor from your hair and your own wounds. He sat you down on the marble floor and undid your clothing with precision.
His hat was thrown on the ground and the bath started running. “You said he had a knife. Did he hurt you?” You sniffled, nodding slowly before pointing at your bare arm and waist.
He undid your bra, where a nasty wound that was a few centimeters before being serious. (Damn it. That wasn’t part of the plan.) “Did he touch you anywhere?” He asked lightly, tugging the stubborn tape with his teeth to rip it off.
Your lip quivered as you tried finding words, but they were stuck. “Take your time.”
“My.. my chest and arm.” You blurt out. You could see something in Caleb’s eyes darken and his jaw tick before keeping his poker face on, seeming more caring and loving for his Mei Mei. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Caleb asks, same tone but he checks his watch, pressing a few buttons..?
You soaked in the bath, feeling small and naked before Colonel Caleb. But he was your best friend, your brother, was he your lover?.
“He… I was walking.. an’ he came out of nowhere.. he tried touching me.. I started running.. he chased me an’ I tried finding help, but no one was around.. he found me.. he had a knife, tried touching me.. I punched him. .we. fought.. he almost stabbed me, I.. I panicked and the next thing he’s on the floor.. and he’s bleeding.. and he doesn’t have a pulse.. and I fall onto the floor.”
Your voice raises higher and higher into a squeak before finally weeping again. “What did you do?” He urged again, gentle.
“Shot him… with my hunter gun..”
“How many times?”
Why was he asking these questions? He was right there at the crime scene…. He should’ve known..
“six times…Gege, I didn’t mean to kill him..” Caleb cradles your face that was damp from tears streaming down. “I know darling, I know. You were scared.”
“If anyone finds out.. I’ll be in jail..” you whimper. Caleb knew that. And he was using that. “Which is why nobody will.” He firmly stated. You sniffle. “How do you know?” He leans in to press a long searing kiss to your lips, his chest squishing your chest and hands rubbing your hips soothingly.
“They won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” He mumbled through the kiss. When he pulled back, he grabbed your bloody clothes and placed them in the sink, filling it with ice cold water.
“Don’t use hot water to get rid of stains, it’ll stain forever.” He murmurs, mainly to himself. As the tap ran, he picked you up into the bathtub, giving you a sponge, bodywash and your shampoo.
“Rub your soap all around your body, try not to touch your wounds, I’ll wash your hair for you, got it?” You nod, pitifully lathering soap all over. Rubbing hard on the places you swore there was blood the most. The bathroom smelt of bleach, from Caleb probably.
“When you’re taking off blood.” He said, like he was teaching a normal lab experiment. “Blot, don’t rub off. And let it soak in either a sink of cold water, or Hydrogen peroxide.”
Not that you’d need to know ever again he thought to himself .
Despite scrubbing for a long time, you still felt filthy. Caleb kneeled down beside the bath, now without his coat decorated in badges and blazer underneath, leaving him in a white dress shirt. “Your shirt wi-“ “I have plenty more, and you seem squeaky clean to me.” He flashed a grin, and you gave a wobbly smile.
As Caleb lathered the soap in your hair. It was silent, the occasional sound of water sloshing, and Caleb’s slight humming.
How?
How was he so casual about this? His baby sister just killed someone, and he just was chill? Something wasn’t right, but you were too tired to overthink. “This world is dangerous.” He broke the silence.
You let him continue and he strides over to you kneeling down and tracing your jaw over the bathtub as you awkwardly pooled in the warm water that felt freezing now..
“There will be so many people who want a pretty girl like you.” He was too close. “Your body, your smile, everything about you. And they will do anything.. unmeasurable lengths to have you.”
“Caleb.. what’re you doing..” you quiver and he scoffs, his hand going from your jaw, to your shoulder. “Don’t you see? You’re only safe with me.” You want to shrug off his hand, but when you tried, it came off more rougher than you wanted.
You gasped slightly, and noticed your so-called best friend’s eyes flicker a hint of hurt before going back to his warm gaze, chuckling.
“Silly pips. Are you truly that scared of me?” In truth, you were. The only piece of comfort you had was him, and he made sure it was only him.
Nobody else to turn to, you would always have to turn to him in the end. “This world is dangerous. Especially for you. A pretty little dove. I’ve protected you for so long. And I will forever.”
The sentence was supposed to be comforting, but yet a pool of frightening turmoil sank low in your guts. “I love you. I’m the only person who will ever love you, can’t you see?” He leans in dangerously close. “Nobody knows you like I do. Nobody has seen all sides of you.”
You’ve never wanted your old Caleb back this badly.
. The old Caleb who’d had a beaming smile and a bandage on his cheek as he spent all his money on candy for you.
The old Caleb who reminded you of firewood and melting popsicles in the middle of summer break.
The old Caleb who had chubby red cheeks, messed up hair and buck teeth.
That wasn’t there. Instead was a man, possibly one of the most dangerous man in Skyhaven, the Colonel in the morbid fleet.
“I’ve always loved you. Since we were kids. Tell me, are you vulnerable and caged like this for anyone else?” And with a low whisper he added “and would you want to?”
You didn’t respond, a squeak dying in your throat. He grinned, not in a boyish charm anymore. “I didn’t think so.” And he ended it there for now, gently lifting you up onto your feet on the hello kitty bath mat you were adamant on buying for him as a “house warming gift”.
He finally pulled back, walking out again from the bathroom to bring an oversized shirt for you. You lifted your arms so he could put it on you, and didn’t you look like a dream, in his eyes.
His shirt, nipples peeking out, legs bared with nothing but bandages, messed up hair and glossy eyes with your lashes wet from tears. He propped you up, onto his side the bed (the only side he slept on on cold lonely nights.) and sat you down, draping a blanket on top of you. “I’ll make you some hot chocolate.
I know exactly how many marshmallows you put in, and I know, I need to stir it three and a half times.” He joked.
You grimace. How was he so fine with all of this? Though it was true he had an awfully dark sense of humour, constantly joking about “losing his marbles.” And “huh, wonder if they’re pretending to be happy.” At festival workers.
But this was wretched. Twisted.
He came back, a warm mug, a box of cookies and an eerie smile that you once upon a time never realized how sinister it could be with a different perspective. He sat beside you, scooting towards you. Half of you wanted to scooch away. As he placed it onto a hard cover book being misused as a tray, he wrapped his other arm around you.
“Caleb, how are you so calm with this?” You whispered. He smacked his lips, like he was reminiscing on the reason. “Hm, as the colonel, there’s traitors, delinquents, criminals all around us. But..I remember being numb at one point.” He looked down, refusing to let you see his expression. “He was someone I thought I could maybe trust. One of the only people I half-believed in. It was only later when I realized he was trying to smuggle a bomb into the fleet’s headquarters. It was.. heartbreaking to say the least. But when he was pleading for mercy beneath me, fuck, that was harder.”
He stared at you, tears forming in his eyes as he gave a wobbly smile. “I didn’t have anyone to rely on. I was alone, scared and only in my early twenties. And I never want you to feel like that, feel what I had to endure.”
You almost melted for him. Your shoulders loosened as you leaned into him conspicuously a little more. “After the first kill, it felt less hard. I’m used to seeing dead bodies, bodies that I knew the person and soul of. The only one I refuse to see dead is yours.”
He cradled a warm hand on your face. “Pipsqueak, I’ve never understood why you’re so adamant on sacrificing your life as a hunter for ungrateful people.” And he kissed you on the cheek, trailing down to your jaw and collarbone. “You’re.. so.. much.. more.. then.. that..”
You sighed at the comfort, yet unsure whether to push him off or embrace him. He stopped, looking back up at you like a puppy.
“We could get married.”
“What?”
Did you hear that right?
“Yeah, think of it, I’ll build you a new house, with everything you could want. What do you need? You can tell me. I can agree to anything. We can return to Linkon if that’s what you want. If you want to return to the past, we'll rebuild our old house and move in together.” He leaned closer, and your heart beat spiked at the second.
“ if one house isn't enough, I'll build you a whole fucking maze. I'll decorate it with everything you could ever want. It will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you’ve ever seen.”
This was too much, tears pricked again at your eyes.
You couldn’t cry now.. not now not now not now not now not now not now not now not now not now not now not now not now not now.
But Caleb knew the right words to disarm you.
As your body shook, he held you, cradling you in his chest. “No one will be able to find you ever again. I’ll protect you forever.” You cried again.
For the man you killed, for the loss of your Gege, for everything. And Caleb just rocked you side to side, kissing your head and smoothing out your hair.
“Shh, my pretty baby, my pretty wife. Wouldn’t you look so good with my babies?” You sobbed harder. “If we had a girl, I’d want her to look exactly like you, yeah? She’d be the cutest button ever, runnin’ around like you.” Just stop talking, please stop talking.
“I could teach her how to play sports, and we could buy baby clothes, give her a whole wardrobe.” He was mainly talking to himself now, smiling uncontrollably as he pictured his perfect family.
Because these were the following steps to his plan. The first ones were getting you crying like this. Of course, you getting hurt, and then killing one of his ex-subordinates who pleaded for their life for him to not execute him, wasn’t part of the plan, but that only made things better.
Such a tiny thing like you broke too easily. And you’d always turn to him. After all, he was your big brother, who desensitized you from social norms. Him teaching you how to kiss, fuck, give a proper blowjob, that was all under the illusion of “come on, best friends do this.”
Your guy friends disappearing by the moment?
“I’m not sure what you’re talkin’ about, but guys who have no commitment usually do shit like that, meimei.”
And him holding you like this, comforting you while talking about the future?
“No guy will ever know and love you like I do.”
And, maybe, you were believing his twisted mind, falling into his traps.
Maybe, the fear wasn’t fear as he said it wasn’t.
Maybe it was love.
What Caleb had brainwashed you about what love was.
And if you ever relented, he now had a voice recording of you confessing to your crime, fully able to blackmail you. Well, he wouldn’t call it blackmailing, more so, keeping you safe.
You were only safe with him.
The world didn’t deserve someone like you who sobbed right beside him as he hugged you tightly, blubbering weak protests as he patted your head, and brushed your wet hair with his fingers.
He’d dry your hair later. He didn’t care that his dress shirt had wet puddles all over, from the water, bleach, and your beautiful tears.
You looked so ethereal when you cried, how he wished he could capture every single tear in a jar. Perhaps tease you on how much you were a crybaby. You cried yourself to sleep, shaking and whimpering beside the cruel yet comforting warmth his body heat was radiating.
All you could dream about was red.
Crimson red, and the sound of eerie static, with distorted memories of Caleb.
But it wasn’t him.
There was Caleb who was smiling at you in his DAA jacket he was proud of, and the next second, it would switch with his teeth covered in blood, jacket torn and knife in hand. You could hear the screams of the man you attacked before he fell back, dead. And Caleb’s voice, the same things he said about marriage, babies, the future, but distorted.
Like many voices chorused in unison to make an uneasy harmony as each word they spoke was slurred.
“I’llll…Allwaysss.. Prooo..tecttt…you..forrr..evvv..errrrr…” that line alone repeated over and over. It drove you insane, yet you still slept.
Your eyes were still blurry from dried tears as you woke up, blinking slowly to get rid of the crust. Caleb wasn’t there. But you smelt the familiar and nostalgic scent of Caleb’s pancakes. Your stomach growled at the idea of his pancakes drizzled in syrup again.
How long has it been since you had his cooking? Or food in general?
You rubbed your stomach and trudged downstairs. Your hair was dry it seemed, and in a loose braid like Caleb always tied it in when he dried your hair. Your Caleb was still home.. the Caleb who you knew.. right? Was all that he said just part of your gruelling nightmare?
You padded down to the cold kitchen tiles, and found Caleb's spare slippers you shoved on before approaching him. He was shirtless, and in red and black plaid pajama pants with an apron draped over him as he flipped over another flat batter with his spatula, slowly humming an old cartoon theme intro.
The scene was supposed to look domestic, and soft. But the tension and what happened couldn’t be ignored.
Caleb smiled at you, eerily similar to his disfigured smile in your dream, excluding the blood. “Finally up?” You nod, standing there, unsure what to do. “Go sit down, wash your hands. I’ll bring your food and coffee over.”
You sit down on the counter stool, head down and buried in your folded your arms. Head reeling. The gun shots, Caleb’s words, the blood, his smile, the nightmare, the kiss, blood blood blood blood. “You’re over thinkin’ again pips.” Caleb’s voice floated back into your mind.
You didn’t look up. “I’m over thinking? Caleb… I… I killed someone yesterday.” You buried your head in your hands, hair tangling in your fingers as you went through all the memories you could remember.
You heard the click of porcelain hitting the marble counter beside you, a stack of pancakes drizzled in fruit and syrup with powdered sugar. It looked delicious. And nauseating. How did Caleb truly expect you to eat something as sweet as that?
You felt like you were going to throw up as your stomach churned at the thought of food right now, despite being hungry not too long ago. “You needa eat somethin’.” He gently nudged your shoulder.
You stared at the breakfast, the smell of sugar sickening you. “Caleb.. what did you mean by that yesterday?”
Caleb, who was back to his kitchen workplace back turned and stirring your coffee hummed before answering.
“What did I say yesterday?” You couldn’t see what he was doing with the mug.
“The.. the marriage part. The future. Did you.. did you really mean that?” Caleb stopped, and looked at the wall, before turning with coffee in hand and heading towards you.
“You think I didn’t?” He asked, low, and heart dropping. You tensed, slightly backing from his booming presence.
“Well.. I didn’t think you were..”
“serious?”
“..y-yeah.”
He scoffed, like this was a joke, before caging you in by planting his hands on the marble as you spun the stool to face him. “You think I wasn’t being serious? Think I said all that shit for nothing? I’ve been serious about you.. no.. crazy about you since we were kids. I’ve always loved you. Maybe a little more than you realize..”
“Caleb.. but..”
he leaned even more forward.
“But what? I don’t think you get it sweetheart. I’ve coddled you for so long that you probably think the world’s all sunshine, with a few mishaps, huh? But the world’s just full of fuckin’ shit. Not for someone like you. Nobody deserves you like this.. nobody is going to protect you like I will. I’ll always protect you forever. I’m the only one who can.”
And you don’t know why or how, but suddenly, your palm smacked his cheek, hard. You slapped him. His face is turned to the side, cheeks bright red and eyes blown wide before his tongue poked the side of his pinked cheek and huffed a laugh.
“Shut up. I don’t need you! I don’t need someone who thinks murder is just another fucking Thursday night. I don’t need someone who’s fucked in the head like that Caleb.”
He shook his head.
“You don’t need me? Do you really think that?” And he gripped your jaw. Hard. “I raised you. Since I was a child. I had the right to be with you since we were kids. I didn’t have to take care of you. But I did. Because I love you.”
And he smashed his lips into yours.
You tried pulling away, but you couldn’t. His strong grip and nowhere else to go making you trapped. You tried biting his lip hard but he bit back, thinking you were doing so in a sexual matter. When he finally pulled back, saliva connecting the two of you, you jumped out of your seat. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He smiled sinisterly.
“Oh honey, wouldn’t you like to know.” You had to get out. Right now.
You didn’t even bother with your things in the other room, grabbing your gun that you dropped lazily on the floor last night and making a run for the door. Caleb just strode over, like this was some game to him.
“Where do you think you’re goin’? He grinned.
“Away from you.” You shot back, watching him come dangerously close as you were finally at the door, unlocking it until.. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
You stopped. “Well, you aren’t me.”
“Guess I’m not.. shame, I’d be pretty. Buuutt, it also be a shame if someone saw you out there.”
“What do you mean by that?” You ask, voice steady but still unsure. And Caleb pulled out his phone from his pant pocket, tapped a few buttons, and there was your voice. Your hysterical voice as he asked you questions in the bathroom last night.
Your heart dropped.
“Caleb.. you-“
“What did you do?” “Shot him… with my hunter gun..” “how many times?” “six times…Gege, I didn’t mean to kill him…” “I know darling, I know.” He was asking those questions as an interrogation.
“Caleb.. Caleb how could you..” you choked out, tears streaming down yet again, the half unlocked door forgotten.
“I’m not going to send it to anyone. The hunters association would already recognize your voice in a heartbeat.”
You slid down, overwhelmed yet again, and Caleb crouched down to you. You tried weakly pushing him away, but he’s too strong. “You didn’t finish your coffee, you’ll feel better Mei Mei, I promise.” Your body was too limp to fight anymore.
You didn’t even recognize this Caleb. You really did try fighting, but your muscles felt slowed and sluggish. After grabbing your mug, that cooled down a little more, he gently yet forcibly placed the mug in between your lips before you drank.
Your hands were useless trying to push his veiny and bulky arms away as you helplessly guzzled it down. “Shh my love, this is for you. Let that murder be a sign that you’re only safe with me, yeah?”
You tried spitting the drink out, as it tasted like sour trying to be hidden in sweetness and coffee beans. “I’m doing this for us, for our future. You’ll thank and love me someday.”
Insieeee, do u write somno? And if u do can u do one about u having wet dream about Caleb and he can help?
Anonnnnn, I dooooooo.
I F𐙚NTASIZE 𐙚BOUT IT 𐙚LL THE TIME
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Synopsis: ever since the explosion, when you should be mourning your dead best friend, he appears in your dreams.. but not in a friend way. And even after reuniting with your best friend, those wet dreams haunt you. But Caleb understands.
Tags: Dub/con, Somnophilia, Caleb x Fem!reader, Porn with little plot, Voyeurism, Pussy eating, cream pie, Caleb down bad, Yearning, Wet dreams, Implied Masturbation, Best Friends, Author should be sleeping rn, drug abuse, implied illegal drugs, Rohypnol (Not used for rape)
A/N: Hi chat. Sound like such a pervert, but I luuuuuuv somno and Caleb combined. This is pure fiction, please actually have consent beforehand girlies, and be safe. Baii
W/C: 3094 Words!
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It was strange to say the least. Maybe this was your coping mechanism when your best friend Caleb died. It wasn’t like he was haunting you. Well, he was. But only in the day time. Every lemon and apple flavoured or shaped thing had Caleb written all over it. Every time a light bulb goes out, instead of calling someone to help, or doing it yourself, you just stared at the burnt bulb, imagining if your very own handyman Caleb was fixing it himself, no need to have a ladder, and calling you to pass him tools and lemonade.
But at night, he haunted you so much more differently. Having trouble sleeping from the trauma, your doctor prescribed sleeping pills. At first, it was a light dose. Barely anything for you. Didn’t work. So after some pleading from your strict doctor, you got stronger ones. He did warn that depending on the person, your dreams would be… odd.
You didn’t entirely know what that meant. You probably thought of seeing a chicken on Captain Jenna’s head in a candy land themed monopoly board. Something stupid. But you were so, so, so off.
You saw Caleb. But not in your best friend way. You find yourself in a dimly lit room, the air thick with warmth and the faint scent of rain-soaked earth. Caleb stands before you, his dark hair tousled, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He's shirtless, his broad shoulders and toned chest glistening under the soft glow of candlelight, every muscle defined and inviting.
He steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup your face, thumb brushing your lower lip. 'I've wanted this,' he murmurs, voice low and rough, pulling you into a kiss that starts slow but ignites quickly. His lips press hard against yours, tongue sliding in to tangle with yours, tasting you deeply. You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming up his chest, fingers digging into his skin as heat pools between your legs.
Caleb's hands slide down your body, gripping your waist and lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of a nearby bed. The sheets are silk, cool against your heated skin as he pushes you back, his body following to hover over you. He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth along your jaw, down your neck, sucking at the sensitive spot just below your ear. You arch up, gasping, your nipples hardening under your thin shirt.
With a swift motion, he yanks the fabric up and over your head, exposing your breasts to the air. His eyes darken as he stares, then he lowers his head, mouth closing over one nipple. He sucks hard, tongue flicking the peak, teeth grazing just enough to make you cry out. His hand kneads the other breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers, rolling it until you're writhing beneath him. 'You taste so good,' he growls against your skin, switching sides, lavishing the same attention until both are swollen and aching.
Your hands fumble with his pants, desperate to feel more of him. You tug them down, freeing his cock thick and hard, veins pulsing along its length. It springs up, the tip already leaking pre-cum, and you wrap your fingers around it, stroking from base to head. Caleb groans, hips bucking into your grip, his breath hot on your chest. 'Fuck, yes,' he says, voice strained.
He doesn't let you tease for long. His hands move to your shorts, peeling them off along with your panties, leaving you bare and exposed. Cool air hits your wet pussy, making you clench in anticipation. Caleb spreads your legs wide, kneeling between them, his gaze fixed on your slick folds. 'So wet for me already,' he says, fingers parting your lips to expose your clit. He leans in, breath ghosting over you before his tongue flattens against your pussy, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.
You buck against his mouth, fingers threading into his hair, holding him there. He laps at your pussy eagerly, tongue circling your clit, sucking it between his lips. Two fingers push inside you, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. He pumps them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue, the wet sounds filling the room. Your hips grind against his face, chasing the building pressure, moans spilling freely as pleasure coils tight in your core.
Caleb pulls back just as you're on the edge, making you whine in frustration. He stands, shedding the rest of his clothes, his cock standing rigid and ready. He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging your entrance. 'I need to be inside you,' he says, eyes burning into yours. With one thrust, he sinks deep, stretching your pussy around his thickness. You gasp at the fullness, walls clenching around him as he bottoms out.
He starts moving, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust hits deep, his hips grinding against your clit with every push. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, nails raking down his back. 'Harder,' you beg, and he obliges, pace quickening, the bed creaking under you both. His cock pistons in and out, slick with your arousal, the slap of skin on skin echoing.
Sweat beads on his forehead as he fucks you relentlessly, one hand bracing beside your head, the other sliding between you to rub your clit in tight circles. The dual sensation pushes you over, orgasm crashing through you. Your pussy spasms around his cock, milking him as you cry out, body shaking. Caleb follows seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, groaning as he cums, hot spurts filling you up.
You collapse together, breaths ragged, his weight a comforting press against you. But the dream shifts, the room fading as tendrils of sleep pull you deeper. In the waking world, your body stirs, sheets tangled around your legs, a damp ache between your thighs reminding you of the vivid fantasy that just played out in your mind.
And then, you shoot out of bed.
After regulating your ragged breathing, you notice how damp your sheets are. Did you just have a dream.. about your best friend…who’s dead? Hot tears start forming and streaming down your eyes. From the overstimulation? How mortifying this was? Grievance? You weren’t sure. You wanted Caleb back. Not just for sex. But him to wipe away your tears, tease you a little and stay by your side.
And as you muttered and went to the washroom, with a new set of dry panties and a needed cold shower, it didn’t cross your mind, that that dream alone was enough to change your feelings for your best friend now. He was supposed to be your support. Older brother. Not a sexual fantasy.
But you hated how much you wanted to get rid of those dreams, yet how you craved them so bad. You needed him so damn bad. Past voice recordings, selfies of him, videos that looked somewhat like him, you hated how much of a pervert you were. Instead of grieving like a normal human being, you cried for his name, longing his fingers instead of yours.
And on the other side, in Skyhaven, Caleb was there too. It was like you both were in sync. His insomnia had gotten even worse. Literally having to take more than the usual amount he was prescribed. Until he found himself on the dark web. Yes, if Colonel Xia was caught with Rohypnol, GHB, or Quaaludes, that would cause major consequences. But they worked.
In a bad way. Seeing his basically little sister like that? Overstimulated, wheezing and only crying out his names as he shushed you and teased in that condescending manner. How he fantasized your body. Plump breasts, needy little cunt that could take all of him, one way or another. Eyelashes wet from tears, and hickeys all over as you cling onto him.
It haunted him as well.
And it got even worse when the two of you reunited. You didn’t even notice when Caleb hugged you tightly, he subtly caressed your ass, and he didn’t notice when you pressed into him just a tiny bit. Or the two of you didn’t care. You wanted to kiss him so bad. He wanted to kiss away those tears. But there were lines best friends never crossed.
And as the two of you caught up the past couple days. You noticed how broader his chest was. How dominating and professional he looked in that colonel uniform, despite you loathing that side of him. And he noticed how you seemed to have a more matured side now. Physically of course. You were still his pipsqueak. His best friend. Just so happened to be you he needed to be inside.
It was a free evening for the both of you. You came over to his apartment, where he already had a reserved room for you, and where you already had made yourself at home. After binge watching a show and coming back from the night market, you were tired.
You hadn’t been needing your sleeping pills since Caleb came back, and those dreams had drifted away, giving you peace from nightly orgasms and aches between your thighs. You tried stifling a yawn but Caleb had noticed. “Pips, y’wanna call it a night?” “What? You’re still here, that be lame for you.” Caleb flicked your forehead. “It be even more lame if you didn’t listen to me and fell asleep mid conversation.”
“Fine. Night.” You sigh and wave as you retreat to your bedroom. As you lay down, sleep comes easy to you.
The dream had started innocently in your mind, just fragments of the day replaying: Caleb's laugh echoing in the coffee shop, his hand steadying you when you tripped on the sidewalk. But as sleep deepened, it shifted. You imagined him closer, his body pressing against yours in the dream's hazy logic. His lips on your neck leaving marks, hands sliding under your shirt, fingers teasing your skin until you were breathless.
In the dream, he whispered your name, voice low and urgent, as he stripped you bare. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but so safe with him. He was your best friend. His mouth trailed down, hot and wet, sucking on your breasts until your nipples ached. Then lower, his tongue delving between your legs, lapping at you like he was starved. You writhed, hands in his hair, begging for more.
Meanwhile Caleb was cleaning your counter and fluffing some pillows on your couch. Once he was done, he heard noises. Weird ones. We’re you having a nightmare? He briskly walked towards your room. Your door was slightly open, letting a sliver of light outside out. “Pips? You doing alright?”
“Please, Cay...” you utter out.That's when the whimpers started in reality, soft pleas spilling from your lips. Caleb, now standing by your bed, felt his world tilt. He'd come to check on you out of pure care, but now? Now he was hard as steel, cock tenting his jeans uncomfortably. He adjusted himself, but the friction only made it worse.He watched, transfixed, as your hand dipped lower in sleep, fingers pressing against your panties. He quietly slips into bed. Only to hold you. Spoon you.Maybe stop your fingers from wandering. But The fabric darkened with wetness, and you ground against your palm, moaning his name. 'Caleb... please... touch me.' The words were mumbled, but clear enough to shatter his restraint.
He shouldn’t be. Not at all. Desperation hit him like a wave. He was innocent no longer.The caring friend gave way to a man consumed by want. His hand fumbled at his zipper, freeing his cock fully now, the thick length springing out, veined and flushed. Pre-cum beaded at the tip as he stroked once, twice, eyes locked on your writhing form.He couldn't just watch. Kneeling, he gently tugged your t-shirt higher, exposing your midriff, then your breasts. They spilled free, full and perfect, nipples pebbled. Caleb's mouth watered. He cupped one, thumb brushing the peak, and you arched into his touch, still dreaming.
Emboldened, he peeled the sweaty shirt off completely, then the panties, inch by inch. Your body was a revelation: smooth skin, the gentle flare of your hips, the way your pussy lips glistened, parted slightly in invitation. He gaped, breath ragged, cock twitching in his hand. 'So fucking beautiful,' he whispered, voice desperate.He spread your legs wider, settling between them. His fingers traced your inner thighs, then your folds, dipping in to feel your heat. You were drenched, arousal coating his digits as he pumped them slowly. Your hips bucked, pussy clenching around the intrusion, and he added a third finger, stretching you.
Leaning in, he licked your clit, tongue swirling. The taste of you.sweet, tangy and it drove him wild. He sucked, nibbled, fucked you with his tongue while his fingers curled inside, hitting your g-spot. Your moans grew louder, body trembling on the brink.But he needed to be inside. Positioning his cock at your entrance, he pushed in, the tight heat enveloping him. Inch by inch, until he was seated deep, your pussy fluttering around his length. He thrust experimentally, slow and deep, watching your face contort in pleasure.
The rhythm built, his hips snapping forward, cock pistoning in and out. Your breasts jiggled, and he latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. The dual sensations had you keening, even in sleep. Sweat beaded on his brow, desperation making his movements erratic.He was close, balls drawing tight, when your eyes fluttered open. “Caleb..?”. Panic seized him. He pulled out abruptly, cum threatening to spill as he backed away. 'I—shit, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me.' Mortification burned through him, face hot, cock still hard and slick with your juices.
You blinked sleepily, processing the scene: naked, wet, his cum nearly spent. But instead of anger, a soft smile spread. 'Caleb,' you cooed, voice husky with sleep. 'It's okay, baby. I wanted it... in my dream, and now.' You extended a hand, pulling him back. 'Come here. Please,Touch me. Fuck me. It's alright.” And a wave of relief washed over him, mixed with renewed desperation. He kissed you tenderly, tongue exploring as he slid back inside. Your pussy welcomed him, still sensitive from the edge. 'You're so good to me,' he murmured, thrusting gently at first.
You reassured him with touches, hands on his chest, legs wrapping around. 'Faster,' you whispered, sleepy but eager. He obliged, screwing you with long, deep strokes, cock filling you completely each time.Hishands roamed.squeezing your ass, pinching your nipples, thumbing your clit. You gasped, body arching, orgasm building fast. 'Cum for me,' he begged, voice desperate.
You did, pussy spasming, milking him until he followed, flooding you with hot cum. But the night wasn't over. Still sleepy, you let him flip you, entering you again from behind, his fingers in your hair as he fucked you slow and sweet.He touched every part: licking your neck, fingering your ass lightly, making you cum twice more before exhaustion claimed you both.
And when he came again? He collapsed onto you, before rolling off and switching positions with you, your spent body curled on his chest. You snuggled your cheek in his chest. “I.. I really shouldn’t have pips, I’m so so so sorry.” You hum sleepily in response before lazily peppering kisses on his chest. After holding you for a little bit, Caleb gets up, delicately placing you onto the mattress as he works around you, grabbing a wet warm towel and gently dabbing it between your thighs, sneaking soft kisses.
