#dark caleb lads

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𐔌 ⋮ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 𝐗𝐈𝐀 夏以昼 𓏵 𝐅 ！𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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𑣲𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─── After years of holding back, Caleb finally lets himself act on feelings he was never supposed to have. What was meant to be a simple birthday surprise quickly spirals into something far more dangerous, and you end up giving him the sweetest gift he could’ve ever hoped for.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ᣟ𐚁˳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : DUBCON, PSEUDOCEST, KNIFEPLAY, PERV CALEB, mentions of blood, caleb is mean in this one, slightly manipulative caleb, slight innocence kink, fingering and head f receiving, light spit play, light choking, hair pulling, rough caleb, degradation, caleb calls himself gege, slight breeding kink, ( teehee im in heaven ), unprotected p in v, creampie, afab reader with she her pronouns ( let me know if i missed anything )

ᲝAIᲘ ᲝEᲘU | ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 🎮 . ᐟ.ᐟ oh my, the first fic on this account yaaay im so excited !! thought id post something else before rewriting the fics from my old account, just to see if i am still shadowbanned. more fics from more fandoms are coming but my priority currently is to make a list of my most popular old fics and give them a fresh coat of paint. anyways !! caleb is my obsession and has been for years now so uhh i had to make something for him. this is my first fic for the lads fandom, i hope i did well. enjoy this silly little story.

Caleb had known for a long time that something about the way he felt about you wasn’t normal. At first, years ago, he told himself it was harmless. You were sweet, young, soft. A little naive, innocent . The kind of girl who trusted people too quickly, so it was natural to feel protective over someone like that. Plus, you were his little sister.

That’s what he told himself, anyway. Protective.

That was the word he used when he noticed the way his attention followed you around a room without him meaning to. When he remembered the exact sound of your laugh hours later while he was trying to focus in school.

Protective.

When he found himself noticing small things, like how you'd shiver when he'd kiss your forehead, the way you twisted the sleeves of your sweater because you got nervous when he called you pretty. The way you always tucked your hair behind your ear when you were concentrating.

Protective.

When he'd spend hours awake every night in agonizing pain trying to calm the boner in his pants but ultimately succumbing to the thought of you all broken up under him. He'd sneak in the laundry room and steal a pair of your panties that he'd use to jerk off for a few nights.

At first, it felt harmless. Then it stopped being harmless. Because noticing turned into watching, and watching turned into thinking, too much thinking and fantasizing about the sort of thing he'd be able to do to you.

The way you smiled at him like he was the safest person in the world.. He was someone you trusted completely, like he could never, ever hurt you. That made him laugh sometimes. If you knew what went on inside his head, you wouldn’t look at him like that, you definitely wouldn’t hug him so easily. You definitely wouldn’t wish to be so close to him.

But in your eyes, your gege could do no wrong. He was kind, smart, strong and always there for you. He knew you needed help even before you'd mention it, he could sense it almost, that's how much he cared.

Your sweet gege.

The word was innocent when they came from you, affectionate, they meant comfort. But to Caleb they started to feel like a problem. Because every time you said it, something twisted inside his chest. Something restless, something ugly that he tried very hard to ignore. But he could barely so, because he'd always imagine you screaming that exact word while pounding relentlessly into you.

For a long time he managed it. He kept his distance when he needed to, it helped while he was at college, and if he visited he left the room sometimes when you got too close without realizing it, hell, even the house sometimes, forced his attention somewhere else when his thoughts started drifting in directions they absolutely should not go.

But none of that actually solved the problem. Those same thoughts, they always came back. Usually worse.

He caught himself staring at you longer than he should, watching the way your ass looked in those cute white shorts with bunnies all over them, how your lips pouted when you'd get scolded and he couldn't help but imagine how they'd look around his aching cock.

You trusted him completely. That was the worst part of it all, because Caleb knew, very clearly, that the way he wanted you wasn’t okay. You were his little sister, and he hated and loved it at the same time.

There were moments where he almost felt guilty about it, yes. Almost. But guilt didn’t really stop anything. If anything, it just made the obsession worse, his fantasies darker. Eventually he stopped trying to pretend the feeling would go away. It wasn’t going anywhere.

Not after years of growing in the background of his mind, not after spending night replaying your voice in his mind, just saying his name, imagining you broken and at his mercy.

Years passed and for him, maybe you also, not a lot changed. You were still sweet, still so trusting. Still smiling at him like nothing in the world could ever go wrong as long as he was around.

Caleb was starting to realize he wasn’t a very safe person for you to trust. But you didn’t need to know that.

On the morning of his birthday, his phone buzzed with a message from you.

♥︎ : Come over later!! I have something speciaaal for you gege :)

He stared at the screen for a long moment. Of course you had something for him. It was his birthday and you always made a big deal out of it. You liked doing things like that. Thoughtful things. Sweet things.. Much like yourself.

Caleb sighed quietly and leaned back in his bed. For a moment he considered ignoring the message, giving himself some distance, but the thought barely lasted a second. Of course he was going to go. He always did everything you wanted him to. No matter how complicated things in his head had become, he'd always do everything to see you smile.

By the time Caleb pulls up outside your house, the sun is starting to sink lower in the sky, spilling warm pink across the street. He sits in the car for a moment longer than necessary, the engine is off, your house is right there and all he has to do is get out, walk up the path, and knock.

He exhales slowly, dragging a hand over the back of his neck. This is exactly the kind of situation he should probably avoid. You had absolutely no idea what that did to him. He shuts his eyes for a second. Just a visit. Just a birthday get together. He can handle that, yeah, probably.

Finally, Caleb pushes the door open and steps out of the car. The air outside is cool, the faint smell of evening and freshly cut grass swirling about. He walks up the small path to your front door, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

Before he can even knock, the door swings open. You’re standing there, bright eyed and smiling, like you’ve been waiting for him by the door all this time.

"Hi!" Your voice is warm and excited, and for a second Caleb just looks at you, trying to get a semblance control. You’re wearing a large t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder and a pair of striped pajama pants, nothing special, but you still manage to look like you always do. Cute— breakable.

It’s annoying how quickly the sight of you makes him go hard. "Hi, pipsqueak." he says, smiling.

You bounce a little on your feet. "Happy birthday, gege!"

Then you step forward and wrap your arms around him before he can react. Your cheek brushes lightly against his as you jump into his arms and Caleb freezes for a second before his arms move automatically around you.

You smell like sugar melted in hot milk. Maybe it's the soap you use. He tries not to think about it.

You pull away again, still smiling up at him. "I’m glad you came!" He raises an eyebrow, smiling. "Yeah, well..You invited me."

"Yeah, but sometimes people say they’ll come and then they don’t."

"I said I would. I always keep my promises."

You tilt your head playfully. "I know, you dork! I was just saying.." There’s a brief pause before you step aside and gesture inside. "Come in!"

He walks into the house, glancing around out of habit. Nothing looks different. You shut the door behind him.

"So.." you say, turning toward him, hands clasped behind your back. "How does it feel?"

He looks at you. "How does what feel?"

"Being older!" Caleb snorts softly. "I feel exactly the same." You grin. "That’s booring."

"Sorry to disappoint, pipsqueak. "

You wander toward the living room, motioning for him to follow. "I got you something."

"You didn’t have to."

"But I wanted to." You say it like it’s an obvious thing, like there’s no reason you wouldn’t, because you couldn't see what was going on inside his head. You disappear briefly down the hallway, leaving Caleb standing in the middle of the living room.

He exhales slowly. Being in your house always does this to him. You soon come back into the room holding a small wrapped box. You look pleased with yourself.

"Okay~" you say, walking up to him. "Don’t laugh."

"I’m already concerned." You shove the box lightly into his hands. "Just open it!" you roll your eyes.

Caleb glances down at the wrapping paper before slowly pulling it apart. Inside is a small, simple bracelet made out of dark leather with a small metal clasp. The clasp has a little inscription with your initials. Nothing expensive, but clearly chosen carefully. He turns it over in his hand and you’re watching him nervously now.

"Do you hate it?" You ask, lips already trembling.

God, why can't you see what you do to him?

"No." You relax a little. "I saw it a few weeks ago and thought it looked like something you’d wear! Had to make it extra special, though."

Caleb studies the bracelet for a moment longer before looking back at you and his jaw tightens slightly.

You’re too good at this. Too good at being thoughtful, sweet, too good at looking at him with those soft, trusting eyes. Too good at affecting him, like a disease spreading through his very bloodstream.

"Put it on!" you say suddenly. He raises an eyebrow.

"Bossy much."

"Just try it on~"

He slips the bracelet around his wrist and fastens it. You lean a little closer to look at it and your fingers brush briefly against his wrist while adjusting the clasp.

You pull your hands back and smile, pleased. "See? I knew it would look good." He watches you for a moment.

You look so proud of yourself. So innocent. So completely unaware of the way he’s looking at you and the things he'd want to do to you right now. "Yeah." he says quietly. "It does."

You beam. "Good!" Then you clap your hands lightly together like you just remembered something. "Oh! Wait here, go sit down."

Caleb frowns slightly. "What now?"

"You’ll see." You sush him, while pushing him to sit on the couch. You hurry off toward the kitchen again before he can ask anything else. He hears cabinets opening, something clinking softly. Caleb rubs a hand down his face slowly.

A minute later you return, carefully carrying something in both hands. A cake. Bright pink frosting with slightly crooked lettering. You set it down on the coffee table in front of him like it’s an artifact, then you look up at him with that same warm smile. "This is your birthday cake, gege!"

For a second, Caleb doesn’t say anything, he just looks at the cake. It’s obviously homemade.

You’re watching him expectantly, rocking lightly on your heels like you’re waiting for his reaction. He notices that too. You always watch people like that when you give them something, like their reaction matters more to you than the gift itself. You want to see everyone happy.

Caleb swallows slowly, smiling. "You made this?" You nod quickly. "Yeah! I mean— It might not taste amazing but I tried really hard."

He leans closer to the table, looking down at it. The frosting reads: Best Big Brother Ever. The words sit there in bright pink icing, stupidly innocent.

You step closer too, sitting beside him now. "I thought pink frosting would be funny." you say. "Because you always complain about me always buying pink things.."

Caleb huffs faintly through his nose. You’re smiling a little nervously. "You don’t have to eat a lot of it if it’s bad!" you add quickly. "I just thought—"

"I’ll try it, pipsqueak." You brighten instantly. "Yeah, okay!" You hurry to grab the little fork you left on the plate and hand it to him. He cuts into the cake slowly, lifting a small piece. You’re watching him like this is the most important moment of your day, scratch that, life. He puts the bite in his mouth and chews.

It’s sweet, a little uneven in texture. Clearly baked by someone who doesn’t bake very often. But it’s good. "You like it?" you ask immediately.

"It’s good, yeah." he says. Your shoulders drop in relief. "Really?"

"Yeah."

You grin. "I was worried I messed it up." You take a big bite of the cake, a bit of the whipped cream staining your chin.

Caleb takes another bite while you get up to get a napkin and hover nearby. His eyes drift back to the frosting. Best big brother ever. His fork slows.

The words feel more disgusting the longer he looks at them. You notice immediately. "What is it?"

He doesn’t answer right away, instead he taps the fork lightly against the plate. "You really wrote that."

You blink. "Huh?"

He gestures slightly with the fork. "This." You lean forward to read it again like you’ve forgotten what it says. "Oh.. Yeah."

Then you laugh a little awkwardly. "I mean.. It’s your birthday, seemed a proper thing to write on a cake instead of the over used Happy Birthday."

Caleb watches you carefully. "And that’s what you think of me?"

You frown slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Your big brother." The words come out flatter this time. You shrug a little. "I mean.. yeah?"

You say it so easily, so obvious. Something in Caleb’s chest tightens and h sets the fork down. You tilt your head. "Why are you saying it like that, gege?"

He looks at you. Your face is open and confused, completely unguarded. You truly don’t see anything wrong with this. "You’ve never thought about anything else?" he asks quietly.

Your brows pull together. "Like what?"

"You know what."

"No I don’t." Caleb lets out a small, humorless laugh. "Sure."

Your frown deepens. "W—What’s that supposed to mean?"

"You act like you have no idea. Like you're so innocent."

"I don’t! Caleb—" He studies your face again. Your confusion looks genuine, which somehow irritates him even more.

"You really don’t notice the way you look at me?" Your face warms immediately. "I don’t look at you a—any way."

"You do."

"I literally don’t."

"You absolutely do."

You cross your arms defensively. "Okay well even if I did, that doesn’t mean anything."

"Right." Your irritation grows. "Why are you being weird about this, Caleb?"

"I’m not being weird." He gets up, waking towards you slowly.

"Yes, you are." He leans his hip against the edge of the dining room table, folding his arms. "You look at me like that."

You blink. "Like what?"

"Like you’re trying to break me down."

"I’m not— trying to, oh my god!"

"You are."

"I’m literally just standing here."

"You always wear those skimpy fucking outfits when we're visiting gran. Always hovering around me." Your mouth drops open. "I do not!"

"You do."

"I’mㅡ!"

"You lean all over me. Touch me."

"That’s because you’re— !" He won't let you finish. "You hug me every time you get the chance, play with my hair."

"Because that’s normal, it's what s-siblings do—"

Your voice is rising now, frustration creeping in. Caleb’s gaze sharpens. "And you think that’s all it is? Sibling stuff."

You stare at him. "What are you trying to say?"

He pushes away from the table and steps closer, the sudden movement making your heart jump. "You really don’t know what you’re doing to me?"

The words land low in your belly and you feel your heart flip slightly. "I’m n—ot doing anything to you, gege."

Caleb laughs and smiles in the corner of his mouth. "See?"

"I’m not." You say again, sharper.

"You look at me like you always want me to do something." He trails off, looking back at the cake. "Do you want something, pipsqueak?"

"I don’t." Your voice cracks a little. You’re flustered now all hot in the face. Caleb steps closer again and now you’re only a foot apart.

Your back bumps lightly against the wall behind you and your pulse starts racing. "Caleb—"

"Why're you calling me that? Aren't I your gege anymore? Or—" Caleb tucks a small strand of hair behind your ear, smiling. "I love it when get all shy like this."

"I’m not shy." You swallow.

"You’re blushing."

"I’m not blushing!"

Caleb rolls his eyes, almost fed up with your clearly childish act. "You are."

"I hate you." The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them, and you slap a hand over your lips. For a second Caleb just looks at you, then slowly a crooked, eerie smile spreads across his face. "Oh, yeah?"

You glare at him, heart pounding out of your chest. "Y—eah." You breathe out.

"Ah, you hate me."

"Yes." He steps even closer. Now you’re completely trapped between him and the wall and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

"That’s funny."

"Why?"

"Because I can literally smell how wet you are."

You instinctively avert his gaze, trying your best to not give him any more reason to continue whatever this is."

I'm n-not—"

"And your nipples are hard." His eyes travel down your quickly rising chest.

"S-Shut up."

"And your heart’s beating like crazy, I can hear it." Your stomach twists, it feels like you could vomit. "You’re imagining things, Caleb."

He leans down slightly, close enough that his voice drops. "Am I, pipsqueak?"

You shove weakly at his chest. "Move—" But he doesn’t budge not even an inch. Instead his hand lifts, fingers tilting your chin up before you can pull away.

"Do you really hate me that much, pipsqueak, hm?" he murmurs, brows tilting.

You glare at him stubbornly. "Y—es, I do."

You can feel the warmth coming off him, the faint brush of his breath when he exhales. Your heart is beating so fast it almost hurts, and you don’t understand why the room suddenly feels so small.

For a moment he just studies your face, your flushed cheeks, your wide eyes, the way your soft lips part slightly when you breathe. Then he chuckles softly. "Yeah." he says. "You definitely hate me."

And before you can react he kisses you. Hard, like a hungry animal. You let out a soft sound and that only brings him closer. Your back is still against the wall. You hadn’t realized you’d backed up that far until your shoulders touched it, but now there’s nowhere else to go.

There's a feeling in your belly you can't quite name and your mind is still trying to catch up with what just happened.

"What… what is wrong with you?" you ask quietly as he pulls away, only a string of saliva connecting you two. Your voice sounds smaller than you expected and Caleb doesn’t move away, his arm is still braced beside your head, caging you in.

"You’re acting like you don’t understand.." he says.

"I don’t." Your hands are pressed lightly against his chest, not pushing, just there like you somehow forgot what you were supposed to do with them.

"You just— you can’t just do that, gege." you continue, your words stumbling over each other. "You can’t just kiss me."

"Why not?"

"Because‐ 'cause—" You stop. The answer feels obvious, but when you try to say it, the words feel strangely tangled.

Because we shouldn’t. Because this is wrong. Because—

You shake your head. "You know why." Caleb studies your face carefully. "You keep calling me your big brother." The words come out quiet, but there’s something sharper underneath them.

Your face heats. "Because you are."

"That’s all I am?" Your chest tightens. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"So I'm just a brother to you?"

"I told you already..." you say quickly, flustered. "Yes."

His gaze flicks over your face again, lingering. "So everyone gets wet whenever their brother is near? Does everyone act like a little vixen to try and get in their brother's pants?" He laughs, frowning. "You’re lying, when you say that's all I am to you." He says softly.

"I’m not lying!" Your voice comes out higher than you meant it to. His hand lifts slowly, fingers brushing lightly under your chin before you can pull away. "Just let gege take care of you. Maybe then you'll stop lying, hm?"

Your heart starts pounding even harder. You should push him away, you should move, but your body doesn’t seem to listen, and you can feel the slick messing up the cotton panties you have on.

You looked so fragile beneath him, like a broken doll. It made him want to destroy everything else around you two just to keep you sheltered within the wreckage.

He watches as a couple of tears slip past your barely open eyelids and he smiles. The world narrows to the soft sobs of the girl he'd loved longer than he'd known the meaning of the word.

"You're so mean, gege—" You manage to let out through little sniffles. You're confused. Or maybe you aren't, maybe this is all what you've been steadily working towards. You knew trying to deny how you feel was futile, but you believed a little more in your inner strength. Turns out your pussy has more brain power than your actual brain.

"Aww, no, i'm so mean.." Caleb tuts, turning both of you around, and now you're slowly walking backwards towards the couch that's in the middle of the room. "Let gege make it up then, yeah?"

He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, tasting the sweetness of the cake you ate earlier and something even sweeter underneath. Your quiet gasp only fuels the fire burning through him, his hand burying in your hair to angle your head the way he wants. His tongue steals inside the little moans you let free, he's demanding, but he's consumed by you.

And the way you melt into the kiss only drives him more up the walls, your soft sounds and honest surrender more filling than any food he could ever eat. He wants more, more, more, needs all of you, every part of you.

You're warm and so soft against him, his missing puzzle piece. His lips move down your jaw, biting and sucking at your pulse point. He wants to mark you, inside and out, so thoroughly that everyone knows who you belong to.

"You're mine." he smiles against your skin "You belong to me." His teeth graze the delicate skin of your collarbone, leaving small marks behind. You're so perfect, so responsive to his touch.

You were made for him, for him only. His fingers slip under the loose shirt you're wearing, roaming over your pebbled nipples in urgency. His tongue trails lower, tasting the salt-sweet flavor of your skin. You were simply intoxicating. "O—Oh- Caleb.."

"No. Don't call me that. You know who I am." He spits back, pushing you further and further into the mattress of the couch, your pants long discarded somewhere on the floor. "C'mon. Let me hear you."

"Gege.. Please—"

"Please what? Use your words."

Your fingers clutch weakly at the fabric of his shirt, knuckles pale. Your thoughts feel scrambled, like everything is happening too fast and too close at once. Caleb’s hand shifts slightly beside your head, his weight settling against the couch as he leans a little closer.

"Tell me."

You try your best to avert his gaze, thighs pressing together in an effort to relieve at least a bit of the pressure. He leans down slightly, close enough that you feel the tickle of his breath near your ear. "Do you want gege to touch you?" Caleb's rough digits trail down your chest and into your clothed cunt, clicking his tongue when he feels the large wet patch. "Like this?" Slowly, his fingers slip past the fabric and between your folds. He circles your entrance with his middle finger and you hide your face into his neck.

You gasp, body arching into his and he places a large palm onto the small of your back to ease you down further, touch gentle as he stays coaxing soft whimpers from your lips. Finally, he slides two of his fingers inside your gummy walls, the sudden stretch painful. Caleb slides his palm up your back and to the nape of your neck, holding you steady as his fingers start to curl.

"You like when gege touches you here?" Caleb cups your breast, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive peak. He laughs softly when you gasp, breath warm against the side of your neck. "When I touch you like this? Just for me?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." You nod profusely.

Caleb smiles, the erotic squelch of your pussy around his fingers making him feel almost proud. Almost. He knew he could get you wetter than this. He adds a third finger in, your hips bucking up to meet the cup of his hand if only for a little friction on your neglected clit.

"Do you still hate me? Do you still hate your gege?" His fingers keep moving, faster and faster, you don't even know how it's possible. "N—No- nhh.. 'm sorry, s' sorry, gege." How cute. He wonders how messy and stupid you'd get once he has you split over his cock if this is the effect only three of his fingers have on you.

As a familiar firing sensation starts climbing up your legs Caleb stops, pulling out his calloused fingers in one motion. "W-Wait, no.. !" Your eyes widen. You're left a panting mess, juices now staining your brand new couch covers.

Caleb rolls his eyes. "Spread 'em wider" He motions to your barely apart thighs, but you're way to dazed to even process what he just asked of you.

He clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed, with that look in his eyes that makes your whole skin crawl. You hate what it does to you. In a split second a large slap come in contact with your left thigh, and you immediately spread both legs as a soft sob tears from your throat.

"Listen to me when I tell you to do something." He groans frowning, but that doesn't last long.

He leans down, nuzzling the place his hand fell on the skin of your inner thigh. His voice is rougher, eyes darker as he glances up at you. "If you are good, gege will reward you."

You want to be good. Or bad, doesn't matter. You'd be anything if it meant getting your release and making your dear big brother proud.

You try to reach out, pull him into another kiss, but you're pushed back. "Ah-ah. Stay still." A sharp bite to you inner thigh punctuates the order. "Let gege take care of you."

His hands keep your thighs spread. He wastes no more time and dives between your legs, lips already wrapped around your sensitive bud. You choke back on a cry, hand instinctively covering your mouth. This is a completely new feeling, but god, is it a lovely one. Caleb hums like the most content man on earth as his tongue swirls and licks at your dripping cunt. He slurps everything up like it's honey, and he keeps pulling you closer and closer by your legs until they're wrapped around his shoulders. Caleb works his tongue between your folds, occasionally slipping it past your pulsing entrance, and he just lets you fall apart just like that for a few minutes.

This is embarrassing, you're so embarrassed. And so turned on. "Ge— Hah~" You close your eyes tightly, waiting for that sweet wave to come crashing but it all halts when Caleb pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Can't have you come yet, pipsqueak." He winks up at you and you can't help but groan in frustration. That frustration is quickly replaced by shock once caleb tangles his fingers into your hair, pulling you to face him harshly. "Don't be a greedy mutt. You take what I give you." Caleb rolls his eyes.

He gets up temporarily, gaze fixed on the coffee table and that damn cake. The knife glints in the soft light of your apartment and a certain look spreads across Caleb’s face. He bends down and picks it up, and your eyes jump from his hand to the knife to his eyes.

"Poor thing." he croons, tilting your chin up with his free hand. His thumb presses against your bottom lip, dragging it down. The first lick of frosting from the cake knife is slow. "Open." You part your lips, as Caleb spits down onto your tongue the frosting gathered off of the blade.

His eyes darken at the sight, his grip on her chin tightening as he watches your throat bob, tongue darting out reflexively to lick the remaining frosting from your lips.

He hums in approval. "Keep that tongue out for me."

You comply slowly, sweetly, your tongue resting between parted lips like an offering. The sight sends a thrill straight to his painfully hard member.

With slowness, he drags the flat of the knife on your tongue, down your chin, your throat, the dip between your breasts. Every inch of your skin deserves to be marked, he thinks. You gasps as you feel the sharp surface glide on your way too hot skin

The knife leaves a trail of sticky residue in its wake, the frosting on your skin glistening. Caleb can see the way your breath hitches at the sensation. "You're beautiful like this." He murmurs, his eyes raking over the soft expanse of your skin as the knife is dragged back up to your tear stained face.

Your breath grows ragged. He snorts "Scared?" he grins maddly, knife pressing a bit harder into your cheek. "Or.. Do you like it? Want me to mark you with this? Hm?" Caleb tilts his head and you let out a long breath, trying to make sense of the situation and the way that you feel right now. "What if I carve my name right here... or here.. Here?" The knife jumps from point to point.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Having my name on your pretty skin, where everyone could see that you're mine." he tuts "Oh, you're deranged, pipsqueak." Caleb mocks, his gaze locking onto the subtle tremor in your jaw.

"You like that, huh? Being at my mercy.. Do you like me handling you like this, pipsqueak? Do you like knowing I could do whatever I want to you?" He frowns. "Do you want me to hurt you?"

You whimper a soft, broken sound as his fingers trace idle patterns over your throat. Your pupils are blown wide, and you're starting to feel shameless. Caleb exhales sharply through his nose, something stirring deep in his chest and mind at the sight.

"Tell gege exactly what you want."

You trembles under his touch, lips parting then sealing shut again, too flustered to voice the filthy truth of what you crave. Caleb tsks, dragging the blunt edge of the knife down your sternum. "Can't even say it, can you? You know you're fucked up and you don't wanna admit it."

His free hand fists in your hair harshly, wrenching your head back to expose the column of your throat where the knife's tip presses, over your frantic pulse.

"Try again."

Your breath comes out in ragged gasps now, skin flushing a deep color as his hand tightens on your throat. It sets something alight in your core.

You try to speak, really, to form the words that would put the image of your desires into the world but all that leaves your lips is a soft, trembling gasp. "I—I—you—"

"Mhm.." The blade nicks softly at your collar bone, a few dots of red liquid blooming on your skin like a pearl necklace. He hums softly, voice dripping with honeyed condescension. "Come on, pipsqueak. Use your words like a good girl and tell me what you want. Or are you too scared to tell me? Is my pretty little pipsqueak afraid of her gege?"

His laughter is low as he watches your squirm, part fear, and something far more messed up. The knife’s tip drags lazily down your chest, leaving a thin trail of red in its wake.

"Look at you." He's in awe, thumb swiping through the droplets blooming on your body. "So pretty when you bleed for me."

Caleb brings the blade up to your lips, nicking at the soft flesh. You gasps, tongue reflexively touching the cut on your lip. A shudder runs through you from the pain, and the sound that escapes your lips only fuels him more.

"Come on, pipsqueak. I'm getting impatient. I gave you plenty of chances to be good.." The blade presses deeper as he waits. Blood beads like rubies against steel.

His voice cracks like a whip. "Last chance."

You let out a pathetic little sob before finally speaking up. "N—eed you inside 'ge.."

"Finally." Caleb smiles, filled by barely leashed hunger. He drags the flat of the blade down your stomach, wiping your own blood against your skin in a crude claim.

Then he drops the knife. It clatters to the floor. "Since you asked so nicely."

But the blade doesn't spend much time forgotten, as in his pussy drunken haze caleb picks it up again, holding it up to your neck while he bullies your cunt relentlessly. He's deep, so deep, you can feel him in your lung. You'd imagined your first time together more gentle, but you're not complaining.

Not that you even have the capacity to right now, your mind is fuzzy, body strung tight as you babble incoherent things while Caleb fucks you from behind.

"Tell me." he demands, voice rough just as gravel, his pace faster than before. "How long have you fantasized about gege fucking you stupid like this?"

You want to reply, but much like the frosting on the cake, your brain feels like it's melting. "You're pathetic, you know that—? Shit." he curses under his breath then laughs. "Letting me fuck you like this with a knife at your throat."

His hand tightens on your throat. "You take me so well, pipsqueak." He purrs against your cheek, voice ragged, his hips snapping against yours in harsh motions. "So perfect." His teeth graze your earlobe. "Just f'me, huh?"

A soft string of yesyesyes leaves your puffy lips, the cut on them from earlier still bleeding from constant biting. You moan, walls pulsing around him and he groans. He can't get enough of your pussy. You're his. His. His. His.

Your sounds are music to his ears, every hitch of your breath, every desperate clutch of your fingers against his back only fuels the fire burning through him. "You feel that?" He hums, thrusting deeper, harder, making sure you feel every inch of him deep in your tummy. "That’s how much I love you." His words sound too innocent for whatever is happening right now.

The loud plapplapplap sounds echo through your whole apartment as Caleb goes in and out of your tight cunnie at an inhumane pace. "Shit—"

His name spills from your lips like a prayer, all breathless and barely coherent. " Oh— 'm gonna.. I need to—!" your eyes widen in urgency, as you try to look back at him but your face gets smushed into the pillows below.

His laugh is dark, ragged with his own barely restrained pleasure as he feels your walls tightening around him. "Go ahead." he says, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust. "Come for me, pipsqueak. Let gege feel it. Come on my cock like a good girl."

His free hand fists your hair tightly, wrenching your head back to watch you fall apart. "C'mon, let me see how much you love this cock."

His name comes from your shattered lips in a breathy gasp as your whole shakes, pussy pulsing tightly around him. The sound unravels the final threads of his restraint, and he follows you close over the edge. Almost there, Almost there.

"So, so messy.."

He turns you around to face him, legs pulled up in something impossible, a position you didn't even know existed. Caleb's hips move harshly, fucking up into you with animalistic speed. You were pliant under him, letting him take absolutely everything from you.

" Lemme fill you– p-please… Let gege fill that cute tummy up.. yeah? You want that? Want it all inside? Oh, fuuh— yeah, jus' like that." The arm holding your leg up goes higher, bending your body into impossible flexibility. He coos praises in your ear, whispers of sweet nothings to distract you from the bundle of pain spreading throughout, his finger focused on your puffy clit, in vain.

"That's it." He grunts, fucking his come deep into you, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh "Good giiirl... Jus' like that." He hisses as he watches your puffy cunt overflow, come dripping around his length. Caleb smiles a wolfish one, large hands spreading your skin to see it all better, hips still moving slowly, slowly.

You're already too fucked out to process anything, but you still let out soft whimpers here and there. "Look at her... Sweet girl."

Caleb gently pulls you up, back now resting against his arm. He holds you against him as aftershocks shudder through you both. For a moment, his grip is almost gentle, the touch of his lips against your shoulder soft as he works at the bruises he left behind.

"H-Happy birthday, gege—" You speak up barely, mind already drifting off to sleep.

"Thanks, pipsqueak."