𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄
- caleb x reader
they did say not to mess with a man in uniform. your husband is loving and always gives in when it comes to you... but until when will you believe he is always the kindhearted boy from your childhood and will hesitate to lay claim on what's his?
genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—possessive & protective!caleb, fluff, explicit smut, fingering, rough sex, fluff again, overall very self-indulgent, taking elements from caleb's secret times verdant wetlands
note: *takes a deep breath* the very idea of doing that in his uniform... that sex tape verdant wetlands... is so unhealthy for me asdfhgkl jp dub caleb is just built different :')
“Execute him.”
Farspace Fleet is a filthy business—and the deeper Caleb was pulled into it, the darker his mood became with each passing day.
His eyes gleamed in the light as he coldly stared at the mole who shook like a leaf at his order. “You sealed your own fate the day you decided to cross the Fleet.”
“Nooo—!”
The plea was cut short as guards seized the man by the arms, hauling him away. His screams echoed down the corridor, growing fainter with every step until only silence remained.
Caleb didn’t even flinch. Mercy is a liability, hesitation a death sentence— such was the rhythm of his existence here.
Just as he turned to leave, a sharp ringtone tore through the silence. He paused, reached into his pocket for his phone—and there it was, your name glowing on the screen. He answered immediately.
“Caleb! I’m here~!”
Ah. Just like that, the frost in his gaze melted. And he remembered.
To protect you— this was the path he had chosen.
In this holiday season, the two of you were staying in Skyhaven.
You had an entire week off for New Year’s and did your best to keep yourself busy—baking, cooking, even catching up on the latest fashion. But it wasn’t enough. You were becoming lonely, and you lamented how Caleb wasn’t given the same courtesy for New Year.
So you resorted to the next best thing to chase away your boredom—paying a visit to your husband at the Fleet’s headquarters.
The building loomed cold and imposing as ever, all steel and glass, utterly indifferent to the holidays. You were directed to the lobby to wait—
“That’s her… The colonel’s wife...”
And it didn't take long until you became the object of their newest chatter.
Hushed conversations, eyes flicking your way... You pretended not to notice, gaze fixed on your phone. Being Caleb’s wife meant not blending into the background—especially in the heart of the Fleet, where his name carried authority and fear in equal measure.
There was a certain pride and satisfaction in this though. You savored the attention as you crossed your legs, the hem of your sundress fluttering with the movement. The whispers didn’t stop— if anything, they grew more animated, even as you sat unbothered and unapologetic.
“Y/N.”
You only looked up when you heard the familiar light tone. Caleb stepped into the hallway, tucking his hat away as his gaze found you—
You beamed at him with the brightest smile, sauntering towards him in hurry. “Caleb!”
You failed to notice it, but just as quickly, his expression shifted. He frowned, fixed on your outfit. A cardigan over flowy, sleeveless sundress—overall baring far too much skin. He’d loved it on you, the way it wrapped your body was just perfect.
But here? Too revealing. What were you thinking?
“Have you had lunch yet?” you queried, lifting the lunchbox you’d packed. “If not, then let’s eat together!”
Caleb slipped an arm around your back, deliberately pulling you closer as he cast a pointed glance at the subordinates who had been watching the two of you.
“Yeah,” he said coolly. “Let’s eat in my office.”
You caught the coldness in his voice then, but brushed it off, never thinking it would amount to much.
“Look—look!” You waved your phone excitedly in front of your husband’s face. “Do I look good in this? I want to buy it because of the cutting, but I’m not sure if—”
Caleb watched you with quiet amusement, leaning back in his chair as he munched on the apple you’d packed for him. He smiled, eyes warm, clearly adoring the way you rambled on, brows furrowed in earnest concentration over something so trivial.
It felt almost out of place, this domestic little moment unfolding in his bleak office. In this uniform, he was usually issuing orders, deciding fates, plotting his next move—not listening to you debate dress designs.
Your husband chuckled under his breath as he ruffled your hair. “If you can’t even pick a dress, how do you plan on surviving out there?”
You pursed your lips. “Hey! I’m telling you, I’m a very capable hunter on the field!” you protested, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I just earned a recognition recently, thank you very much!”
“Hmm? Is that so?” Caleb scooted closer to you, his amethyst-like eyes twinkled. “My cute wife got an award… then we should celebrate properly.”
"Yes, yes~! I want to eat at that new hotpot restaurant!"
He laughed softly, shaking his head as he rose from his chair. “I’ll be right back,” he said, heading for the restroom. And as the door shut behind him, his mind was already made up.
Hotpot was fine. But you deserved more than that.
By the time he washed his hands, he’d already decided—he’d take you somewhere fancy. Somewhere worthy of celebrating you. He would make the reservation, find you a little gift too to commemorate and—
“Such a sweet little thing… isn’t she, Colonel?”
Caleb stilled.
The voice came from behind him, smooth and unmistakably familiar. He lifted his gaze to the mirror, meeting the reflection of the man he least wanted to see—Professor Lucius, wearing that infuriatingly relaxed smile.
“Your wife, I mean,” he added, as if trying to mock him.
Whatever ease he’d carried moments before was gone, replaced by the guarded edge befitting the Farspace Colonel. Caleb's posture shifted at once, shoulders squaring, jaw clenching.
“Watch your words,” he said evenly, turning to face him.
The Ever researcher only chuckled, eyes gleaming with provocation. “Relax. I’m merely observing. Hard not to notice someone like her in a place like this.”
“She’s off-limits. In every sense. We had a deal.”
The smile on his enemy’s face widened. “If you said so, Colonel,” he drawled in an implication of mocking his title. “I’d hate for anything to befall her pretty face too.”
No storms should ever touch your life. That was the principle Caleb had always lived by. The politics, the blood on his hands—those were burdens he chose to carry alone. You were never meant to be part of that world.
He had drawn that line long before the day he married you.
But the world was cruel—especially to him. His knuckles tightened as the man leaned in, voice a whisper against his ear:
“Just be careful, Caleb. You have far more to lose now than you ever did before.”
. . .
When your husband returned from the restroom, his posture was stiff—yet you were still all smiles.
“Caleb, I found it!” you turned to him with a wide grin. “The hotpot place is just a few miles away from our condo—”
But unlike you, Caleb just stared at you in complete silence. His gaze on you darkened, heavy and unreadable, as a forlornness flickered beneath his violet eyes.
You blinked, unsettled by the sudden shift. “Caleb…? What’s wrong—”
His next word cut through you without warning.
“Leave.”
“Huh?”
“Go back home. I’ll see you when I return later.”
The words stung and didn’t register at first. “What? Why?” You frowned, instinctively reaching for his sleeve. “Caleb, you’re being weird. Did something happen?”
He remained quiet, and it made you even more agitated and irritated all of a sudden. You grabbed him, forcing him to face you. “Caleb—!”
That was when he moved.
One hand grasping your waist, the other lifted your chin without hesitation. His lips then crashed against yours—brief, commanding, stealing the air from your lungs and every protest from your tongue.
“Mmmph!” The kiss burned with urgency, a wordless demand rather than comfort. His hands then ran up and down your back, slipping inside your revealing dress, hot against your skin. You gasped, clutching the chain on his uniform as your breaths mingled together.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. “Please,” he said quietly, voice rough. “Go home. For me.”
Your resistance wavered. Heart lurching and racing, breath shallow, you felt the way his hands held you—reluctant, aching—as if sending you away cost him more than he was willing to admit.
Something happened and sooner or later, you had find out what it was.
It was well past midnight when Caleb finally returned home.
He was exhausted, and the last thing he expected was to find you curled up on the sofa, fast asleep—far too lightly dressed for January’s cold.
For a long moment, he simply watched. The slow rise and fall of your chest. The way your hair spilled messily against the cushion. How utterly unguarded you looked in the safety of his home. The soft purple nightgown clung to you, its hem hitched up just enough to reveal your knees.
Caleb grunted, realizing how it was too similar to the sundress you’d worn earlier. Too tempting.
Dangerous thoughts stirred, unwanted and unbidden—his gaze lingering longer on your bare skin than it should. He clenched his jaw, keeping his breath even.
You were too precious. Treasured. Something the world had no right to touch roughly.
And yet—
Desire curled low and insistent, restrained but unmistakably alive. He wants you—your warmth, your softness, the closeness he so often denied himself in the name of restraint.
Caleb turned away with a slow exhale. Apparently, protecting you from himself was another kind of challenge.
“Y/N… why are you sleeping out here?” His voice was low as he finally reached for you, brushing your arm gently. “Hey…”
You stirred faintly, a soft sound leaving you. With a quiet sigh, Caleb decided to carry you to the bedroom instead. He slid one arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back—
And froze.
His gaze caught on the loosened buttons of your nightgown, the fabric parted just enough to reveal the swell of your breasts... Why on earth aren't you wearing bra at all…?
His throat tightened.
“Caleb…?” you murmured drowsily, lashes fluttering as you shifted against him, utterly unaware of the storm raging beneath his calm exterior.
He swallowed, jaw tensing as he forced his eyes away, but the damage was done. Your weight in his arms, the heat of your body, the sight of you—it all struck at once.
Your hand reached out to his chest, clawing his uniform. "You just came back?"
And lord, the way you yawned, bleary-eyed and soft—
He wants to see that precious face of yours contort in pleasure he brings you.
He wants to ruin you.
The image of earlier that day flashed through his mind—his subordinates’ eyes lingering where they shouldn’t have. The thought burned.
Before you could fully register what was happening, you stirred—and suddenly you were upright, settling onto his lap. The movement startled you awake that you nearly yelped, hands gripping his shoulders as your eyes flew open.
“Caleb…?” you murmured. “Wha—”
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he murmured against your ear, husky and accusing. “Do you really think I can’t tell what you’re thinking?”
His eyes, the violet ones you had adored so much, seemed to shine with a gleam you'd usually see during your nightly wonders.
Ah... so this trick works after all. Your husband had always seen through every scheme you tried to pull.
You couldn’t deny it—being awoken by a husband who’d just come home was one thing, but being awoken by a husband wanting a thirst was something else entirely.
Caleb's pensive gaze on you made your heart skip a beat. “Open up.”
“Uh…?”
“Your legs.”
But you were a touch too slow, and his hand slipped between your legs, tugging at your panties. You gasped, feeling his cool fingers feeling your entrance.
“C-Caleb…” you stuttered at the ticklish sensation. “You...”
“What?” A roguish smirk curved his lips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” His voice dropped. “From day to night… you did all of this on purpose, just to get to me.”
You felt yourself getting warmer, and the coil in your lower belly had started to burn. Your husband's eyes twinkled at your agitated response, and then he started his play.
He kissed you slowly, one hand cradling the back of your head to draw you closer, while the other still pecking the space between your thighs, trying to make you wetter and wetter.
“Mmm...” You sucked his dry lips, clinging to his neck. Dazed, you watched his Fleet uniform wrinkle beneath your grip, and it somehow turned you on even further.
You were gradually losing to the heat when suddenly his two thick fingers slid in at once, slowly and deeply, curling inside your sticky folds— making you cry out.
“Oh? What is this?” Caleb broke the kiss and sneered. “Surprised now, are we?”
You barely had time to breathe when he pushed deeper again. You glared up at him, “C-Caleb... you're so foul...”
“Foul, hmm? What's foul is you showing off yourself for everyone to see.”
His fingers started dragging in and out of you relentlessly, drawing moans from your throat as your hips bucking helplessly. The sensation left you breathless, unconsciously grinding against his fingers.
“Ahh... Mmm, ah!”
Watching you fall apart under his touch only fueled him further. You were totally trying to restrain yourself, and it wouldn't do you good.
And so, on his whim, he picked up the pace, and you threw your head back, a scream finally slipped from your lips.
“Yeah... just like that...”
Your thoughts scattered in an instant the moment you let yourself drown in the heat of his fingers scissoring you. You mewled nastily, fingers digging into his neck as you tried to pull him closer, closer—
“A-are you in a bad mood—ngh—” your back arched sharply, “—because o-of... the Fleet?”
“Ha...” Caleb scoffed softly. “Do you really have the energy to think about them still?”
His eyes locked onto yours, that slow, dangerous smirk returning.
“Right now,” he said quietly, “the only one under the colonel’s command… is you.”
Afterwards, incoherent moans came out of you in breathless babbles. His fingers were merciless, driving you to tears—
And then, your climax hit you hard, his name tumbling from your lips as your whole body shook, cumming all over his fingers.
“Ah... aah...” You were helpless against him, feeling the knot inside you finally melted, legs parted even apart. His fingers then pulled out of you, glistening with the evidence of your release.
“Good girl…” he murmured, bringing them to your lips, smearing the juice there in a slow stroke. Your eyes widened at the vulgarity of this very act.
Yet even then, your husband wasn’t done. Before you could even catch your breath, he pushed his pants aside, intent clear in his darkened gaze.
“Get on top. Let me see you better.”
You obeyed like a dutiful wife you were, yielding as he guided you down onto him. He proceeded to bury himself inside you, and your breath broke into uneven gasps, body trembling as you struggled to take every inch of him.
He was still in his uniform, stretched beneath you now, looking up at you with raw, unrestrained lust burning in his eyes.
“So damn pretty...” he breathed, gazing at you as if you were a wonder. A wanton who is his wife... flushed cheeks, clouded eyes, the bulge right where your flesh joined together...
His tone shifted, low and unmistakable as he issued his order:
“Now... move.”
Again, like a puppet on strings, you yielded to his will. Your movements were slow at first, your breath catching as you rolled your hips against him. Each motion drew a quiet hiss from your lips.
Caleb watched you closely, eyes darkening with every hesitant movement, every small sound you made. This won't do, he thought, even more so when your pace faltered, pleasure stealing your control.
“That’s enough.”
In one decisive motion, he shifted you, turning the tables with effortless strength. Suddenly he was above you, braced and steady, taking control completely.
His gaze locked onto yours, intense and unyielding, as he set the rhythm himself. And damn, he set it fast.
“C-Caleb… please…!” Your voice broke, tears slipping free as the pressure inside you began again, tight and merciless. You were spent, overstimulated, yet your body still arched helplessly with every movement, betraying you all over again.
He didn’t slow. Didn’t soften. Instead, his hand came up, fingers firm at your jaw, forcing your attention back to him.
“Answer me,” he said, voice low and absolute. “Who is the colonel?”
The question left you reeling, but then you screamed when he hit that one spot inside you.
“Y-you…” you sobbed, breath shaking.
His eyes narrowed. “Who?”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The pace didn't relent. If anything, it sharpened, deliberate and punishing, as if he were wringing the truth from you one heartbeat at a time.
You could barely think—only feel him, how overwhelming and inescapable he was, until the answer was the only thing left in your mind.
“Caleb…! I-it’s you!”
The moment you said it, something in him snapped. A low, broken sound left his throat as he penetrated you harder, deeper—
“A-aah...!”
Your body trembled violently in response as you chanted his name. Your second release followed and it was cresting too high, too fast—white-hot and all-consuming. The world blurred at the edges as your strength gave out, your thoughts dissolving into darkness as Caleb filled you full with everything that he was.
There was this indescribable sense of safety in the way you clung to each other in mornings.
Caleb woke first, and the first thing he saw was you. You were nestled against him, warm and serene, as if that was where you belonged. For a moment, he just stayed still, drinking in the sight.
His chest tightened. Too precious. Mornings like this reminded him how beautiful life could be still.
Slowly, carefully, he lifted a hand and brushed a few loose strands of hair from your face. His touch was feather-light, fingertips lingering as he smoothed your hair back again, unable to resist doing it once more.
“Mm…” However, the motion made you stir, and he almost regretted it.
You shifted closer, brows furrowed faintly, before your eyes fluttered open.
“Morning,” he whispered, offering that gentle smile you had seen countless times since your childhood. Your limbs were stiff, and still hazy with sleep, you looked up at him, blinking once… twice...
Then, on the third blink, you shot him a sharp, cranky glare— “Hmph!”
—before turning away and presenting him with your back.
“Huh? Why?” Caleb frowned, caught off guard. He reached for you anyway, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you back against him—
Only for you to whimper softly. His arm froze as you curled in on yourself, one hand clutching your abdomen.
“Hey,” Caleb said at once, confusion giving way to concern. “What’s wrong?”
You didn’t answer right away, shoulders tensing as you breathed through it.
“Cramps?” Understanding dawned, and his expression softened immediately. He adjusted his position, moving closer without pressing, one hand resting warm and steady over yours.
“Easy,” he murmured, voice low and gentle. “I’ve got you.”
Honestly, he was this close to laughing—but seeing you like this softened even his steel-hard heart into something tender and full.
Just like this. All he needed to stay sane was this.
A determined vow made a carve in his chest. He would protect you with everything he has.
“Stupid, stupid Caleb...” you grumbled under your breath, and he finally snorted, kissing your neck in adoration. “How could you be so rough with me…”
“Yeah, yeah...”
His name, his rank, his strength—none of it mattered if it meant keeping you like this. He would not allow the world, the Fleet, or anyone else to lay a finger on you.
“Don’t talk to me. I’m angry.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“As punishment… you’re on bathroom-cleaning duty for the whole month!”
“Alright—”
“And laundry. Oh, and dishes too!”
“Pfft— wait, isn’t that too much...?”
Caleb grinned, his eyes crinkling despite your threats, his melodious chuckle filling the air as he tugged you closer so you couldn’t squirm away.
No matter what happens, he would be there for you, always.
And maybe, it's because... he just loves you a little more than you realize.
