This was obvious, he thought, considering how he threatened away any boy who dared to show interest in you all your childhood. But what he wasn’t prepared for was you barely being able to take the length of even his pinky exploring inside you. This was the furthest you both had ever gone; the most you’d done before this were heated makeout sessions and lovebites. So, when he finally got to see his darling pips quivering beneath him, legs spread wide and your cunt displayed to him in all its glory, he of course went straight for the prize.
He feverishly made out with it, acting like he’d missed her all his life. Just as you started to question who his true lover actually was, he exploratively poked a finger at your entrance. But the moment he tried to push it in a little, an unexpected jolt of pain shot through your entire body.
“Ah, Caleb! It hurts–” Almost like he snapped out of a daze, he looked up at you with wide eyes. “Wai– I'm sorry, did I go too far–” Just as a myriad of apologies were about to spill from his lips, you slowly reassured him. “No! It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong.” A blanket of warmth slowly creeping up your cheeks, you continued, “It's just.. I've never actually fingered myself. It hurts to put anything up there.”
You always figured it was your lack of experience, or even a lack of arousal when you played with yourself, so you had stuck to the outside, resorting to playing with your clit whenever you needed to de-stress. Until now, that is.
You saw a flash of confusion on Caleb's face before it settled into a smug smile. “Aw, pips doesn't know how to play with herself.” Inwardly, though, he sneered. All he could think about was how he could teach you how to feel good in a way you had never felt before, to have parts of you that nobody, not even you, had explored. He truly, truly got his pips all to himself. So, he made this his personal mission.
After a week or so of consistent “training,” as he called it—pulling you aside anywhere and everywhere to get a taste of you, entirely impatient in his endeavor to make you ready for him, you had finally worked up to taking two of his fingers with only a slight ache.
“I'm so proud of you, baby,” he would reassure you, again and again, cooing in your ear as he encouraged you to take yet another inch for him.
But one of those days, tired from all the work he was making you put in (though really, you just sat there and took him), you whined, “Caleb– don't you think two fingers are enough? They're so big.” Caleb looked down at you, his two middle fingers shoved deep up your pussy, juices and foam dripping off his knuckles, a mix of your arousal and his own saliva. He huffed mockingly, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, baby, trust me, they're not nearly big enough.”
Caleb, in no way, was a small man. Every part of him constantly enveloped you, and his fingers were no exception. They were huge compared to yours; if you had trouble taking your own, there was a reason it took so many sessions just to be able to take his. A part of you felt inexplicably aroused at the threat of him giving you more, but the bigger part of you was terrified. There is no way. “But Caleb, please–”
Before you could complain any further, Caleb shushed you with a hard kiss, pulling away from you entirely and releasing his fingers from your warmth with a wet squelch. You moaned at the sudden emptiness, almost clawing at him to come back. But he ignored you, busy licking your nectar off his fingers before his other hand went down to his waistband, tugging at his boxers and pulling them down entirely.
Your eyes went wide. Suddenly, all you could focus on was the sheer length of his cock, now released from his pants. You could always tell he was big,judging from the faint outline through his sweatpants whenever you had a hug too long or a touch too heated, but this? This was insanity! There is no way you could take all of him.
At that, big crocodile tears slipped down your cheeks. Caleb leaned back down to your face and comforted you, an evil smile playing on the corner of his lips. “Shh, it's okay, pips. But you agree we need to train you more, yeah?”
You didn't think it was possible. You were sprawled on your back, knees bent and thighs pinned open, with Caleb holding you down with both his hands and his evol as his thick, heavy cock was fed into you inch by inch. He knew that if he made any attempt to release you, you would make a dash for it.
So all you could do for now, as your pussy sputtered and clenched around the invasion, was lay there, more hazy than ever. With tears slipping down the sides of your cheeks, you couldn't do anything but absentmindedly whine and beg him. You didn't even know if you were begging him to stop, or begging him to shove everything deep inside you just so you could feel all of him at once.
You left deep indents in his back, nails scratching and teeth biting until you drew blood. “Ah Caleb– no more please. Ish too much !” words slurring yet Caleb did not relent, continuing his intrusion while caressing your face. “No, honey, you’re doing so well for me. You wanna make gege proud of you, no?” Your nose flared at that, your pupils completely taking over your eyes. He knew that if there was anything you wanted in this world, it was to make him proud. He knew that all through your childhood, you would do absolutely anything just to hear his standard, “I’m so proud of you, pips,” followed by him ruffling your hair and smiling down at you with pure adoration. Back then, it meant foraging flowers, helping him build things, or finishing your homework. He had always had you wrapped around his finger, and now, around his cock.
Yes yes yes yes yes yes. Feverishly now, you nodded, pushing through the pain and taking all of gege's cock, looking up at him with sudden determination. “Ca-leb–” you stuttered, the words tumbling out, “just do it! Push it all in. I need to feel all of you now, pleasepleaseplease.” Caleb bit his lip, feeling himself get even harder just watching you beg, whine, and struggle over his dick. Whatever mei-mei wants, she gets, right?
So he pushed your knees all the way back into the mattress, holding your entire body hostage as he drilled himself all the way in. “FUCK!” you screamed, tears flowing out even faster now as you arched off the bed in a mix of resistance and pleasure. Caleb’s forehead fell against yours. He whispered a ragged, “I’m so proud of you, pips,” before pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned. That was exactly what you needed to hear. Suddenly, you ignored all the ache down there as your mind was entirely consumed by him. You could feel yourself turning into a mindless sex toy, existing only to please him,
“Caleb, please,” you whimpered, unconsciously rutting up against him. Caleb, still completely smug, challenged you. “Please what, honey? I’m gonna need you to use your words.” You couldn’t help but sob at that. Any obstacle keeping Caleb from shoving his cock into you again and again felt like the world ending. “I know you can do it, honey. Come on,” he murmured, holding your jaw and shaking your fucked-out face.“PLEASE FUCK ME, CALEB!” you finally gave in, fully desperate. Chuckling, Caleb took his place. Groving his hands into the fat of your thighs, he started a brutal pace inside you. The sheer length of him repeatedly hammered into spots you never even knew existed. For fuck's sake, you could feel him all the way in your womb.
“Goddammit, pips, you’re so fucking tight,” he whimpered, sounding like it took all his willpower not to give you his load right then and there. But between the two of you, you were the weaker link. A few more thrusts of him pushing against your A-spot, you felt a foreign sensation take over your entire body. This didn’t feel like a normal orgasm, oh, no, no. This felt way different. A pressure was building up deep in your lower belly. Before you could stop yourself, or even warn Caleb about the strange new sensation, you erupted. With a loud moan, your pussy clenched tighter than ever and squirted everywhere, making a slick mess right where you were connected.
“You’re so fucking hot, pips,” he said through clenched teeth. His eyes were blown wide, looking at all the juices you’d squirted onto him, and this was his breaking point, too. With one final, deep push that felt like it penetrated all the way through your cervix, Caleb pumped his cum into you. He slowed down his thrusts but didn't entirely stop yet; he wanted to keep forcing every bit of his load inside, not letting a single drop go to waste. He went almost feral when he saw some of it leaking back out of your hole, pulling out in a fluid motion and frantically scooping everything back in with his fingers.
Your abused hole was quivering and your body shaking, you didn't have the energy to move a muscle, so you let Caleb take care of everything from there. He noticed you had bled a little on the sheets, expectedly, he thought, but this made him feel a pang of guilt regardless. You had whiplash with the sudden switch caleb had, now looking at you with all the gentleness and patience in the world, contrary to the aggressive fucking he just gave you. You liked this though, you loved this.
♡ Bunny's Note: Thank you so much for reading, hunbuns! This piece was actually inspired by a little bit of personal experience with my ex ;) There is plenty more coming for this smut series every other day. Drop a comment or send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist so you don't miss any of the upcoming days! ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎
18+ pilot!caleb keeps his balaclava on as he fucks his post-graduation stress into you
there's something so unbelievably filthy in the darkness of mystery - intoxicating, even. not being able to perceive, see what lays beneath the faint veil of the unknown is a deranged form of torture you never thought you'd enjoy.
but, 'seeing' the cloaked shadows of pleasure adorn the thick, ribbed texture of the balaclava makes every truth you held about yourself feel incredibly frail.
a thin sheen layer of sweat clings to his skin, making his military gear cleave to his searing flesh. hefty, gloved hands clench around the back of your thighs - firmly keeping you in place as his hips ram at a desperate pace against yours. deep, guttural moans cascade like sins out of his mouth, muffled and utterly silenced by the textured cage of his mask. in a sloppy, ungraceful motion, his lips part - making you whine and tremble as the dim, shadowy outline of his open mouth moulds across his disguise.
"me," you mewl, suctioning your bottom lip in between the torturous grasp of your teeth. intaking a sharp, almost painful breath your roll your hips against pelvis, smiling like a crazed freak, as the velvety pads of your thumb circled and sweetly traced the plump, undefined silhouette of his agape mouth. "eyes on me, gege — fuck! — look down at me, please"
caleb's violet tinted orbs rolled, like melted butter, in the back of his skull at the vulgar undertones of your request. "shiit, baby" his fingers marched over the quivering path of your spine, tangling like fierce intruders into the silky depth of your hair. "you want me to look at ya? fuck, pips. you got me — mh, nngh! mind body and fucking soul"
you nod along with his words, your eyes fluttering shut at the syrupy, candied depth of his confession.
"oh, that's it, baby" he coos, drilling his cock impossibly deeper inside your puffy cunt. "melt for me, c'mon. I've got ya"
"caleb . ." you whine, crashing your lips against the heavyweight texture of his balaclava. urgently searching for his mouth - you moaned into the 'kiss' as his lips vehemently ground against yours.
"oh, fuck" his tongue darts out of his mouth, colliding with the faint, undefined outline of yours in a damp, wicked dance. "that's so fucking hot — holy shit!" his hips falter. his thrusts abruptly stuttering, as the pain blends right with the pleasure, the second you sink your teeth into the feeble silhouette of his bottom lip. "fuckfuck! — what's gotten into you? — shit, oh shit, pips — 'm begging you, let me kiss you — please! fuck, pleasepleaseplease"
a pleased grin spreads across the rosy, engorged flesh of your lips.
slipping two fingers past the hem of his mask, you hook the material in between your digits, swiftly dragging it away from his mouth. the balaclava follows the smooth path designed by your fingers, moving further and further down his face.
the mask now lays, like the richest of silks, over his eyes - exposing the glossy, quivering shape of his lips to your famished gaze.
you tease him - feeling the ghost of your approaching release draw soft, tender circle over your swollen clit - grazing your lips over his, making him whine and helplessly buck his hips into you.
"please, need to feel you before I walk back on stage — fucking please!"
you obliged his pleading demands, pushing both your index and middle fingers past the his lips. watching him with inhumane gluttony, as he comes undone for you - sucking and drooling around your pretty fingers.
Can’t stop thinking abt Caleb guiding you through subspace when you’re really, really deep… it’d be so comforting
ouughhh.,,, this makes me so weaakkk,,
just letting all thoughts and anxieties fade from your mind, letting pleasure consume you as you bury your face in his solid chest...
I feel like it'd be good outside of sex too,
Both of you clad in comfy pajamas, with you kneeling at his feet with your head in his lap. You're wearing one of Caleb's big t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. He's sitting on the couch, gently running his fingers through your hair, watching you fade.
He asks you to look up at him, praising you when you do as he asks. he can see it in your eyes, you're not far off from going under, already so pliant after following just a few of his commands. You must have really been needing this, poor thing.
"Open," he speaks clearly, smiling when you let your jaw go slack without a second of thought or hesitation. "So good for me," His voice has a soft, cooing quality to it as he pushes his finger past your lips, pressing it to your tongue as he opens your mouth a bit further. His finger tastes of salt.
"Suck," he murmurs, and you do, suckling on his thumb as your eyes glaze over. "There we go," His voice gets quieter as he watches you start to float. He lets you suck for a while before pulling his finger back, watching as you let him go without complaint.
"Gege," you whine softly, leaning your head against his thigh. You're not sure what you want or how to get it, you just have this overwhelming need that won't go away.
Caleb chuckles softly, shaking his head with a fond smile. You're so lucky your gege always knows what to do. "Want some cuddles, pips? C'mere, be good and climb into gege's lap, yeah?"
You nod, wobbling a little bit as you stand, stabilized by Caleb's hand on your waist. You straddle his leg on the couch, allowing him to guide you to lie down on top of him, your head pillowed on his chest. He feels so warm against your skin, always so warm.
You listen to his slow, steady heartbeat, snuggling closer and letting out a contented sigh as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you safe. He plays with the hairs at the nape of your neck and presses an affectionate kiss to your forehead. "So good for me, baby. Gege's here, just let go."
Caleb gets very jealous. He's always been this way, even when you two were kids. It was to the point that he even got jealous of the school nurse when you came home from being patched up by her after a fall from the swing. Caleb undid your bandages and redid them himself, claiming "he knows the best way to do it."
Now that you're older though, Caleb has gotten even worse somehow.
tags/cw: gege caleb
Someone sent an ask for Jealous Gege Caleb and now I can't stop thinking about it...
Jealous!Caleb who hates it when you go out to see your friends for hours a day, hanging our at the mall, wearing those skimpy outfits. You should be at home with him instead, sitting on his lap while he ignored his stiffening cock rubbing against your thighs in favor of feeling your warmth.
Jealous!Caleb who would follow you around the mall all day. He had to make sure you were safe. That no one looked at you for too long (more than one second). That no one dared to touch you. Only he could.
Jealous!Caleb who would duck out of sight every time you looked behind you to see if those nearly imperceptible footsteps you heard tailing you were real.
Jealous!Caleb who watches you squeal about everything that's pink and frilly as if he hadn't already bought you enough of that stuff. He would secretly buy everything you showed interest in behind your back when you left each outlet store.
Jealous!Caleb who would surprise you with all those gifts when you got home, ignoring the obvious confusion and slight concern on your face when you recognize some of the items. "I knew you'd like 'em, pips. No need to go out anymore. I'll get everything you ever want and bring it right back here for you, yeah?"
Jealous!Caleb who would take your phone and throw it across the room as soon as he heard some other boy's voice coming through the other end. "Who was that, pipsqueak? Didn't I tell you to stop talking to those boy's you meet?"
Jealous!Caleb who would pound into you from behind to teach you a lesson while the boy on your phone listened, asking over and over if you were okay as he heard your desperate moans. Why would you ever need another boy? He was right here. Big, strong, loving. Everything you needed.
Jealous!Caleb who would make sure to be extra loud, talking dirty and making you respond. "You like it, meimei? Does it feel good? 'Sooo good' hm? Gege is the only one who will ever make you feel this way. No. One. Else." That boy needed to hear how unavailable you were. How owned you were.
Jealous!Caleb who would wait till you were asleep and then block every boy in your contacts and even some of your friends who didn't seem good enough for you (all of them).
Jealous!Caleb who would install extra parental controls on your phone, and a small tracker to keep an eye on you. Always.
Jealous!Caleb who would rejoin your sleeping form in bed, kissing the neck he had bruised just minutes earlier and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. "My sweet meimei. Gege will always be here. You don't need anyone else. You'll never need anyone but Gege. I'll always take care of my baby sis. Love you more than anyone else ever could." His voice was almost scarily reverent, seeping into your brain even while you were asleep.
Jealous!Caleb that would do anything for you, spoil you, and make you a complete brat. As long as you were his brat. <3
an: lowkey accidentally made this into like half stalkerleb whoopsieeee -- if u see a typo no u don't
Caleb's hands trembled as they hovered over your face, not quite cupping your cheeks, not quite sure if he could touch you. Your breath shuddered as you blinked back tears, trying to ignore the blood staining the sleeves of his uniform.
“I didn't mean for you to see that, pips,” he murmured. Even through the gloves, you could feel the burning heat of his hands so close to your skin.
You swallowed, eyes flickering back to the bloodied man behind him. Caleb gripped your cheek, bringing your gaze back to him. Only him.
“How much haven’t I seen?” you asked softly.
Caleb glanced away.
“What have you been hiding from me, Caleb?” you insisted.
“I just wanted to keep you safe.” His thumb traced your cheek.
You shoved him away, ignoring the way his jaw set. “Safe?” you repeated, laughing bitterly. “This isn’t safe, Caleb. This is you trying to keep me locked away so you won’t be left alone,” you spat.
“Maybe that’s not such a bad idea,” Caleb gritted out. He stepped closer, heavy boots thudding on the floor. You inched back, retreating each time he approached until your back hit the wall. His hand came up next to your head, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes. “You refuse to see what danger you’re in!” he growled. “There are people after you, people that want to hurt you. Hurt us.” He exhaled through his nose sharply. “I’m just getting rid of anyone that gets in the way of me keeping you safe. By my side.”
You swallowed, lungs constricting. The way Caleb’s eyes followed you, the way his concern and adoration palpable, only sickened you.“This isn’t right, Caleb,” you whispered.
“That doesn’t matter,” he said sweetly, brushing the hair away from your face. “Do you think I’ll be damned? That I’ll be eternally punished for all this?” He shook his head, lips pulling up at the corners. “I don’t care about all that, as long as you’re alright. I’ll always be by your side. If they curse me to hell, I’ll reach you in heaven and I’ll make sure each step is soaked with the blood of angels that might try and stop me.”
Your heart stuttered. “Caleb…”
“I love you,” he murmured. “More than anything. You love me, too, don’tcha pips?”
His eyes were wide, pleading, yet a shadow rose up behind them. They narrowed slightly at your hesitance, his hand on your cheek tightening a fraction. You nodded shakily.
“Say, ‘yes, Gege,’” Caleb ordered.
“Yes, Gege,” you whispered. “I love you, too.”
The tension in his shoulders eased as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, burning like a wax seal on a contract you’d signed with his hand guiding the pen.
“Good girl.” Caleb smiled. “Let’s go home, yeah?”
His grip was ironclad around your waist, leading you out the door. Leading you away from the man struggling against the crushing weight of gravity, away from the prying eyes that followed you, away from your job, your friends, your choices.
The only place you had left to go was Caleb’s arms.
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Of course gege!caleb lets you sit on his lap and play with him, he has you spoiled rotten. And you think he doesn't notice when you're humping his leg ever so slightly. You're very subtle, aren't you? Gege is not gonna think you're doing it on purpose. You're just playing with his dog tag. Grandma is in the kitchen. You would not do such filthy things when grandma is one room away... right?
And you tend to forget that you're not kids nor teens anymore and Gege reacts differently to your games. He tenses up a little when you straddle him in the sofa. His pants get tighter over the bulge that grows between you two. You look down. You look back at him. He raises his eyebrows. You know that look.
"Don't act like you don't know what you're doin', pipsqueak"
You're in trouble.
"Now what?" He continues. "Do you expect me to just show up for dinner like this?"
You bit your lower lip, watching how his cock is aching for you to touch it underneath his basket shorts.
You outline it with your index, making it twitch a little. You wanted to see how much further you could push his patience. You trace it once again, gaining a soft sigh from his mouth and a squeeze on your butt.
"Do you want me to stop?"
His cock starts leaking, creating a dark stain in his pants. Gege gives you a puzzled look, like there's no right answer to that question.
"Kids! Dinner is ready!"
You get off his lap, trying to hide that you're just as wet as him. You're just lucky that nobody knows.
"You better get ready, pips" He warns you, heading upstairs to take care of his... issue.
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.
