Imagine Sylus being so pussy drunk that he doesn't even process that he's overstimulating the life out of you?
You've already snapped your thighs shut around his head, one hand pushing desperately against his hair as if it will somehow detach him from your poor, throbbing clit.
Your entire body is writhing to get away from him.
But his hands are iron-clad in their grip on your skin. You're not going anywhere, even as you manage to fight through the overwhelming pleasure and twist your upper half. Grabbing at the pillows, the sheets, anything for leverage to pull yourself up the bed.
But, Sylus holds firm, mouth latched on to your slippery cunt. You're nearly begging, trying anything to somehow dislodge your beast of a lover from your cunt.
Imagine somehow being able to get yourself from your back to your hands and knees.
Trying so hard to crawl away on trembling legs but you just can't seem to make them move fast enough.
Not that Sylus is letting you get very far. Large arms encompass your lower half in a bear hug, and his face is smushing itself embarrassingly deep into your sloppy sex.
Succumbing to the fact that you're not escaping him, nor are you escaping his eager mouth. Melting into the pillows, slack jawed and watery eyed as you fully give in to the pleasure he's giving you.
Sylus isn't quite about it either, no, he's a loud eater.
He's moaning and groaning into your cunt, slobbering down your thighs, nuzzling his entire head into the warmth between them.
SYNOPSIS. Quick! Think! Caleb, your roomate in collegue just confessed to you that he's a Werewolf! What to do? And he's in… heat?!
FEAT. Werewolf!caleb x roommate!reader
TAGS. 4.9k words. DARK/ NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! friends with benefits to lovers. unprotected intercourse. dubcon. dirty talk. knotting. breeding. marathon s€x. marking. biting. heat. sliiight alpha/omega dynamics. monster fuckin(??? idk if it counts lmao). littleeee plot. nicknames. cum eating. Lwk bimbo!reader. cunnilingus(?). oral (fem). somnophilia. reader is exhausted and falls asleep and caleb keeps going (uhhh oops...?).
A/N;WHOOO WE ALMOST DONE WITH KINKTOBER!!! THIS is the most pussydrunk and desperate I ever wrote caleb. I was so damn horkney while writing dis, so maybe that explains it LMAOOO. ALSO THE LAST BIT IS LWK CRINGE I’M SORRYYYY Anyways, enjoyyyy <33 if ya want 2 send a little tip, click here! <3
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He promised.
The mirror catches the fluff of your sheep ears as you adjust them one more time, huffing out a breath at another glance to the clock. The glass throws back a ridiculous, soft-furred caricature of you with wide eyes, trembling fingers, the tiny puffball tail that bobs with every nervous shift of your hips.
The costume feels ridiculous. Cute, sure, but ridiculous all the same. Soft white fleece clamps around your hips, the skirt riding up in a way that makes you smooth it down with anxious motions you can't help.
You check the clock again. Twice. Your phone buzzes in your lap and you ignore it, fingers worrying at the hem until the fabric thins under your thumb.
Caleb had helped you choose it. You remember the crooked way he laughed when you debated between a sheep and a mummy, the way he actually considered bandages before his grin widened. "Guess I'll be the big bad wolf, hunting you down, huh, Pipsqueak?"
Pipsqueak, his nickname for you since freshman year. You roll your eyes now at the memory and the way the nickname still makes something inside you fold in on itself. You loved that grin, loved the way his eyes caught on your curves, or how he'd place playful squeezes to your ass any chance he got just to see you tense.
Your phone buzzes again with a texts from Gideon.
'Yo, where's your boy? He's not answering the phone >:( Party's bout 2 start. Hurryyyy.'
You huff out a short laugh before your lips flatten into a thin line. Gideon, Caleb's best friend since childhood, the one who always seemed to know just how close you two really were. Always hands all over each other, like the one time he even barged into your room and caught you humbing each other like desperate rabbits.
You wish you could wipe this moment from Gideon's memory to this day, because he won't stop teasing you about it.
But that's it, he's just teasing.
That's what you tell yourself every time he nudges you about how in love Caleb supposedly is with you.
Just teasing and Gideon being an ass.
Because you and Caleb are just roommates.
Always have been.
You type a reply you don't send, standing up as you pace around your room before entering the livingroom, smoothening the tail as if it will steady you, mumbling to yourself as your voice breaks through the empty room.
"Caleb, just where the hell are you?"
Well, it was common for him to just disappear without a word, especially at night. You'd expect him to chill at some bar, chasing the fleeting thrill of a one-night stand, or lounging at Gideon's like it's his own place. That's just how your roommate was, and you've learned to accept it, live with it.
But not tonight. Tonight he promised to accompany you to this Halloween party. Now you regret putting your trust in him with every lonely minute passing.
Tonight feels different. A kind of different you can't name. Like the distant, haunting wolf howls that sliced through your walls, even though wolves shouldn't exist anywhere near campus. Or the usual quiet of your apartment pressing down on your worrying chest.
What if something happened to him? What if, god forbid, he ran into the wolf you heared hauling outside earlier?
Time drags.
You perch on the edge of the couch now, fingers twisting nervously at your fluffy skirt, stomach knotted tight, mind racing with every fearful possibility.
Outside, the full moon hangs low, silver light piercing through the windows, catching dust motes in a ghostly shimmer. Shadows of trees stretch and twitch in the corners like they're alive, crawling along the walls like demons, a cold shiver running down your spine.
Just where is he—
Before you can even register it, the apartment door rattles violently. The hinges groan under some invisible force, and then—
SLAM!
The door bursts open, and a frantic Caleb stumbles in, the slam reverberating through the small space.
"P-pips'."
He's half-dressed, his chest bare, streaked with dirt and sweat. His pants shredded, hanging off one leg, his shoes gone. Scratches mark his arms, face bruised as though he'd been in a fight.
Worry washes over your face as you stumble to your feet, feet moving before your mind could react as you're just about to reach out to him, your lips already parting.
But what stops you cold in your tracks are his eyes.
They glow an unnaturally bright lilac, and when his lips part to catch his breath, you catch the flash of sharp teeth, too sharp. It's as if he's an entirely different person, something far from human, even.
Your blood turns to ice, eyes wide, voice stuck somewhere in your throat. Your hands tremble as you edge along the wall, desperate to put distance between you, but close enough to call out.
"C-Caleb?"
He stumbles inside to shut the door behind him, bracing a hand against the doorframe, chest heaving like he's been running a mile, "Fuck, Pips… you gotta— gotta get outta here. Ya' can't see me l-like— like this."
"W-what's wrong with your eyes, Cay'? Are you on drugs or something?"
A humorless laugh tumbles out of him, but when his gaze drags up, catching the sight of you, dressed up in your little lamp costume, it twists into something feral. His pupils are blown wide, glowing with a bright purple, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a deep snarl.
Heart hammering with fear you flich at the sight of teeth again, "Caleb—"
Snapping his eyes shut with a violent shake of his head, knuckles white where they grip the frame like it's the only thing keeping him sane, "N-no time to explain. I need to—" He breaks off, stumbling deeper into the room, frantically pacing, as if searching for something. His bare feet scraping across the floor, breathing ragged.
Then he stops in his rush, his head cocking toward you, nostrils flaring as he steps closer, too close, lowering his face toward your hair. He inhales with a deep and shaky whiff, damn near growling like an animal.
"Need what, Caleb? W-what the hell—"
"Need you. Need you badddd."
You jerk your head back, stumbling toward your bedroom, shaky hand fumbling with the doorknob, pulse racing so loud it drowns everything else out, "I'm not gonna help you if you're being— being weird like this. I'll just— just go, let you cool off in here, alright?"
"No!" His desperate whine rattles the walls, voice breaking as it pitches into a plea. "Nonono, please, baby. P-pleaseee let me explain."
"B-baby? Caleb, I know we make out and stuff, but, seriously, dude—"
Cutting you off with another growl, his eyes wide and begging, his hands clutching your arms so tight it makes you gasp. "Should'a told ya' sooner, I know. I'm sorry, Pips, I should'a known, but I— I forgot that—fuckkk, I forgot it's full moon tonight and—"
Yeah, he really did forget. Usually, he'd vanish into the woods on full moons, make some excuse about going to Gideon's or to some frat party, but tonight? He forgot.
Forgot the moon, forgot that his fucking heat would hit like a storm on the same night and forgot that he promised to go to the party with you on a fucking full moon.
After his transformation was done, he came here anyway, thinking he could manage it, thinking he could slip his pent-up self through the apartment without you noticing, getting into his costume and control himself long enough to keep his promise to his sweet roommate, but when he smelled you through the door— just a faint whiff of you, dressed in that costume you picked out together— he knew he was done for.
And ohhh, will he have some explaining to do in the morning. Gideon would not be happy to hear that the reason neither of you made it to the party he's been looking forward to attending with his friends was that his best friend had to get his dick wet.
What a joke of a werewolf he is.
His words choke off into a grunt, his body seizing as a shiver runs through him, his muscles twitching beneath his shirt, the seams pulling tight like they might burst. He doubles over, teeth clenched, and when you glance down, your gasp causes his eyes to follow yours.
A massive, throbbing bulge strains against his torn pants, the outline far too big for it to be normal. You can't help but clench your thighs involuntarily as heat grabs you before you can even process.
"D-did you— take some aphrodisiac or something? You're acting like—like some animal in heat."
"'Cause I ammm, Pips."
Your breath stutters once his frantic eyes snapped up to yours, his jaw screwed tight, "W-what?!"
"I tried, tried realll hard— wasn't gonna— fuck!— It's so strong." Hands clawing at his scalp now, tugging his own hair as a guttural sound tears out of him, "Can s-smell you, Pips. So damn sweet. Drippin' and waistin' it into those fuckin' panties," gaze dragging down your sheep costume, lingering right at the curve of your heaving chest.
Your knees weaken, because he's right. You actually don't want him to be, but the damp spot right at the center of your cotton panties is proof, and you seriously hate the way your pulse thrums harder at his words.
"Seriously, you're acting fucking weird, Cay'—"
"Don't—" His head whips up, restraint painted in his iris, "Don't say my name like that. Not when I'm—" He stops himself, taking a deep breath with his body trembling, shoulders jerking like he's fighting something under his skin.
"I can't—shit, Can't hold back."
Then, quickly, his body crashes into yours, caging you against the bedroom door, the impact rattling your bones, knocking a breathless squeak from your throat. His mouth finds your neck in a frenzy, hot breath washing over your skin, his sharp teeth scraping along the delicate curve, causing you to whine.
"Pipssss," he hums against your throat more like a beast, tongue dragging against your pulse, his nose burying into your skin, "Ya' smell sooo good, can't stop. Need you so baddddd."
"C-Caleb, wait—"
"Godddd, baby. I love that smart little mouth of yer's but right now," he hitches you up effortlessly, your legs clamping around his hips, his cock grinding hard against your stomach, thick length pressing right against your puffy clit, "Right now I reaaally need ya' to shut up, baby."
Your head tips back with a strangled moan as his teeth nip at your collarbone greedily, leaving a sting that throbs, "I-I'll break if I don't—h-hahhh, so sweet, so damn sweet— if I don't bury my cock in you right nowwww."
Body betraying you, your pussy's growing wetter and wetter with each of his hungry whiffs and licks, lightly bucking your drooling cunny riiiight onto his fat girth, wayyy fatter that u recall it to be, and he growls as he feels your hole pulse through the fabric.
"Yeahhhhh, fuck yeah."
Then it hits you, shaking out of your pleasure daze, catching the flash of his sharp teeth, the wild glow in his gaze, the rips splitting his clothes apart and that howl you heard earlier coming back to memory.
He's a—
"Y-you're joking. You're not seriously a w—"
"A werewolf, yeah," he snaps, more inhuman than anytime before, voice cracking. "Yeah, yeah, whatever— gonna explain later. But right now I gotta—" He kicks your door open, shoving you down onto the mattress, monstrous shadow looming over you. His eyes rake over your body like he can't decide where to start, chest heaving, cock visibly screaming to tear free, "—Gotta stuff ya."
He doesn't give you time to think when with one sharp tug, he claws the fleece and your costume tearing it with a pitiful rip. The sheep falls away and your bra and panties follow. Cold air snug to your bare skin, then his tongue tastes the salty seam of your collarbone, feisty teeth grazing, nibbling at your throat,
One hand palms hard at your nipples, pinching and flicking the nub until your back arches. The other clamps to your ass, gripping and hauling you against him, then spreading your thighs until they lock around his waist like handcuffs.
What the hell has gotten into him?
You've known him since forever, shared laughs, late-night snacks, even a few messy makeouts, dry-humping here and there, and maybe even some good old 69 when you both were alone with ur thoughts and a blunt— but he's never crossed the line. Never dared to let anything but his tongue and fingers dip into your pussy, never dared to fuck you no matter how crazy your pleas and whimpers got his head spinning.
You're roommates that just care for each other's needs afterall. Strictly that and nothing else. Anything else would just make things weird between you two or worse— make you both grow apart.
Which means no more teasing, sloppy makeouts, or sloppy head in the library after lectures. And that would be worse for him that any of the pain he suffers from under his secret.
But right now he just can't seem to spare a single fuck to care.
He layed his cards on the table, confessed he's a werewolf, confessed that he's been craving to fuck you for a longggg time, evident with his cock straining against his pants.
Well, who are you to complain?
You've wanted this too, since damn near forever, pouting each time he'd pull away after a heavenly make out session, whining when his shaky hand slapped yours away and hoisted you off with a huff when you hopped into his lap to fidget with his belt.
And now that he finally drops the facasade, finally takes the reigns, the full moon stripping him of control and driving him to give your needy pussy exactly what she's been craving for, you're not about to stop him.
Might as well make the most of it.
Cunny hot and throbbing as his hands continue to knead at your flesh, and you realize, whatever's gotten into him, if really werewolf or not, might be a blessing in disguise.
"P-please," you finally gasp.
"Please what?" he's snarling low in his throat, leaning down, hot breath against your ear, "T-tell me. Tell me, tell me— gonna let me knot you? Breed my pretty girl and make you all mine? F-fuckkkk, been dreamin' about this— about this pretty lil' pussy."
Ohhhkayyy. Maybe Gideon wasn't just teasing you.
"M-mhmmm!" Your whimper breaks out before your cunt gushes slick in hot spurts, dripping down the curve of your ass, soaking the sheets beneath. The squelch squelch squelching of your loud cunny fills the room shamelessly, and the sweet scent of you hits him harder than a drug.
He groans, eyes glazed with hunger, and his boxers go flying, his bare cock bobbing, tip already swollen and angry. Your thighs clamp on instinct, then his hand tear them apart, fingers splaying you wiiiide, showing you off to himself, as his palm spreads your puffy folds, warm cunny open in weeping spurts.
And he's big.
Bigger than you've ever seen him— and you've deen his pretty dick up close countless of times— so damn big your breath stutters, thighs trembling as you take him in with wide eyes. Thick and heavy, with a mean curve upwards, veins roping around his girth, the blunt head flushed dark, leaking with pre.
"Caleb—h-holy—,"
"Yeahhhh, Pips. M' bigger now, h-hahhh?" he's muttering out a chuckle, fingers firm on your hips, "But yer' gonna take it f' me, riiight? Gonna knock that pretty cunny up and yer' gonna take it like a good girl?"
He lines up slow at your delirious nod, cockhead kissing your dripping entrance, first inch burning as your walls spread around him. He slides forward and you split deliciously around every inch he forces in, bottoming out with a whine that sends shivers up your spine.
"Fuh-fuckkk," he pants, fingers gouging crescent moons into your hips, nails dragging as the marks bloom red, "Good, so damn good. Gonna fuck you soooo good, baby."
Trembling under him, you're stretched wide, his cock pressing right into your sweet spot with percision, teasing your walls before his knot teases the rim of your cunny.
"Cay', I can't— it's toooo—"
"Pleaseee don't say that, baby," he pleas with desperation, voice breaking. His tip sinks deeper with each frenzied thrust, your snug walls swallowing him whole, milking his pre right out of him.
"You cannn. I know you can, pips. P-pleaseee." The last word drops into a whine, his forehead pressing to yours, lilac eyes blown wide as hands grip the back of your thighs rough, yanking them higher, folding you in half until your knees press to your chest. The shift makes his cock plundge deeper, stuffing you to the hilt, your belly bulging with the thick outline of him.
The knot bounces against you, swollen and impossibly firm, forcing every inch inside, head teasing your cervix as he grinds viciously, hard knot rubbing your clit raw.
"Fuckkk, j-just a littleeee bit more, baby," he growls, chest pressing against the back of your knees, sharp whites dragging harshly along your lips, "A-aaaalmost there," Strong hands push you further into the matress, dragging red trails on your thighs, "Just a little— o-oh."
Thhhwack!
Right then his knot finally slides past your stuffed hole, locking in deep. His body relaxes for a heartbeat against yours as the knot swells, until he ruts slowly, his clenching balls and leaking tip foreshadowing his sealed fate.
"Y-ya did it— ohhhh, my sweet girl did it. T-thank you— thank you sooooo much."
"O-oh god!"
And he's so lost not even letting you adjust to the newfound fullness before he starts hammering your g-spot, each shove driving the knot's bulbous head to press brutally against your raw-pounded walls, constant pressure of it all causing your mouth to fall slack open, only for him to lap at your mouth, licking your lips raw.
"Thankyouthankyouthank—"
He rasps into the shell of your ear, cutting himself off with a loud whine against your skin, hips stuttering almost comically before his teeth nip at your neck again, a gnawing bite along your collarbone.
Every thrust is obscenely sloppy, your juices dripping from the sides, and you're shaking as your cunt milks him greedily. Thwack after thwack resounds in the room, your mind clouded in thick smoke as you're turning dizzy, tasting your orgasm right at the tip of your tongue.
"C-cay', m'—"
But your orgasm rushes out of you before your words could, loudly squelching around his obscenely fat girth, soaking his cock, the mattress— everything in sight. His tip twitching with joy, threatening to pump you full any second now.
"H-hahhh! T-thank you, baby, so good, so damn good— fuckkk!"
Cock pulsing with firm thump thump thumps, his knock swells with heat, keeping his punishing thrusts up as he fucks you through your high.
"Lemme fill you up, pretty. P-please, I need it, need it more than anything, baby."
He takes your loud whine as a sign, and with one last hard rut his head falls flat into your neck, locking knot causing his tip to sput his thick ropes of white to reach the very depth of your cunny.
And as you gasp for air, his cock slips out with a wet draaaag, and you think, just for a moment that you'll get a chance to breathe.
But then his head dips low, big shadow over you disapearing before you legs twitch in his hold once you feel his breath right over your wrecked, swollen cunny, his still-spent cock twitching against the sheets.
"I'm sorry, pips' m' sooo sorry—"
Soft at first, he peppers kisses along the inside of your thighs, one after the other, then his sharp teeth graze your slick skin, his tongue flicking at every bruise his claws left.
Then his tongue darts out to drag straight through your puffy folds, moaning as he laps up the taste of you and his cum mixing on his tastebuds.
It dribbles down his chin, and he licks deeper, nose pressed to your clit, groaning as he mumbles into your pussy, "Shiiit, no m' not— m' not sorry," he slurs, sucking and swallowing every drop with a bwady sluuuurp!, "Too fuckin' sweet— mess s'ours. Allll ours, baby."
"Thahh-thank you, baby," he chokes between licks, voice wrecked and desperate, "Thank you, for lettin' me make you mine, fill this sweet pussy up," hands clutching your ass, he's kneading and spreading you wiiiide, legs still danging over your head.
"Caleb, m' yours, all youhhh— yours!"
And his tongue plunges in deep at your sudden confession, gifting your sore hole with sloppy licks, his broken whimpers ratting your bones, "Mhmmm, and m' yours. Use me— please use me, pips'. I'll take it— all of it. P-promise."
Your hands clutch at his messy curls, yanking hard enough to make him groan right into your cunt, your moans pitching high as your hips rutt up helplessly, chasing the tongue that draaags deep and sloppy through your folds.
Legs still folded in half, your calves are pressed into your chest, and his veiny hands firm on your thighs, pinning your helpless self down while he pludges his tongue right into your pussy, scraping out your mixed cum with his eyes rolling to the very far back of his skull.
"Yer' Caleb's got ya'. M' here— not goin' anywhere," he huffs out against you, voice mangled, a mess of juices and spit dribbling down his chin, "P-please cum f' me again. Wanna choke on it, pretty."
And his words sound like a threat as soon as his teeth graze your sensitive clit before leeching on it with greedy little moans, nose buried deep.
Your whole body seizes right there, shaking as your eyes roll back, throat raw with the sound of his name heavy on your tongue, grip on his hair slipping, too weak to hold him as your second orgasm forces through your veins.
But it doesn't matter. He's not letting up, eagerly lapping your next load of messy spray into his mouth, throat bobbing with each greedy gulp he takes.
Sleep claws at the corners of your blurred vision, exhaustion dragging you down, and your cute cunny just won't stop squirting, dripping non-stop, hips jerking in broken stutters as you cum and cum, unable to tell if this is another orgasm tearing through you or the aftershocks of the one before.
Caleb feels like he might burst another load right into the sheets as his eyes glance up at your fucked out form, whining into your pussy as he sees your eyes threatening to flutter shut.
He's addicted, rutting his twitching cock into the sheets beneath him with messy, damn near animalistic thrusts, cum smearing in frantic streaks across the fabric, hips snapping like he might die if he won't fuck another load into you anytime soon.
"D-don't tell me yer' done, pips'. Nononono— no fuckin' way, pretty. Still gotta— gotta make sure you take it. I'll die trying."
Yeah, there's no way he'll stop until you're knocked up.
Your eyes flutter shut, lashes sticky and damp, and the last thing you hear is the desperate sound of his voice as he drags himself up your trembling body, leaving one last kiss to your clit with a loud mwah!
His mouth is wet, filthy lips swollen glisterning when he reaches your face and leans down, smearing a nasty kiss across your cheek.
Even as you drift off, he peppers soft, desperate kisses over your face, tongue sliding down to catch your nipples, and whispering hoarse promises into your skin. And before sleep takes you fully, you feel the blunt, hot nudge of his fat tip against your spent pussy again.
"O-one more, baby. J-just one more."
Yeah, right.
.
.
.
By the time the first morning light spills through your bedroom window, your body's feeling numb, yet oddly smooth and clean, the ligh scent of your bodywash tangling in the smell of fresh bedsheets.
And as you squint your eyes open, Caleb lies curled against you, one beefy arm slung over your waist, holding you flush to his chest.
At first glance, he looks peaceful.
Just your ordinary roommate.
Your fingers twitch along his side, nerves jangling as you want to slip away, terrified at what happened the night before.
Of what you saw.
Stretching lazily, his eyes blink open, his familiar grin spreads across his handsome face, and you curse yourself for your heart faltering.
He's back to normal? Or was it all just a dream?
"Caleb, w-what was going on with you last night?" you ask, voice small, "Don't tell me you're… really a werewolf?"
Everything falls silent, your heart hammering out of your chest until—
He laughs.
Just laughs, loud and boyish, the sound brushing away some of your stirring fear. Embarrassment creeps up your cheeks.
Just why do you feel ridiculous for asking?
With the last splinters of doubt and fear dissapearing, you jab at his chest.
"Hey! What's so funny about that?!"
"Sorry, sorry," he giggles, rolling onto his side to face you, grin still teasing, "It's just… a werewolf? Really, Pips?"
His hand comes up to cup his own chin, tilting his head back and forth with an exaggerated frown. "What, you think I need to shave again or somethin'?"
And as your giggle rings the thin morning air, he stares in awe as your eyes scan his body.
No claws, no wild eyes, no feral smell.
Just Caleb.
Clean, familiar and normal. His shredded clothes replaced by comfy sweats, his costume planned for the party yesterday neatly hung in front of your dresser next to your own, even though you could've sworn he tore your poor costume to shreds last night.
A dream. A bad, naughty dream you had. That's what it was.
"So… none of it was real, huh?"
Exhaling a quick chuckle, he leans closer, smirk tugging at his lips. "Nonono, it was real," he purrs, brushing a lazy hand along your naked hip.
Your chest tightens with a flicker of fear, but then his voice softens, and the tension melts just enough, "Got home after grabbing something for the party, ready in my wolf costume and all... and then the little lamb was all over meeee~"
Alright, that's even crazier than your initial suspicion. Maybe you drank before he came or something?
For the life of you, you can't remember anything but the dream you had.
"Shut uppppp..."
Could it really have been like that? Did you just mistake it all for that werewolf costume of his?
"You must've been dreamin' somethin', baby," he wiggles closer, grin tickling your skin, "Went out cold yesterday, so I cleaned ya' up and hopped right into bed with ya."
Baby.
Oh. Right. That little word hits a nerve.
"Godddd, this is kinda awkward," you murmur, heart thumb thumb thumbing out of your chest, hands covering your face as if you could dissolve into thin air.
"Riiiight. We never…"
His eyes widen as you sit up slightly with tense shoulders, panic flickering across his face. He almost scrambles off the bed, hands already reaching for his hoodie, "If it's too much, I can go to my room. Or I'll pack my stuff and go to Gideon's—"
"Caleb. Lay your ass back down."
You giggle at his dumbfound expression, lip caged between your teeth as he obediently crawls back into the covers. And you let yourself sink back against him, snuggling into his broad chest.
You don't have to say a word more. Not now, not when you're still sore from yesterday.
All you want right now is to curl closer, sink into his warm chest and let the steady thrum of his heartbeat drown out every thought. Not think about what you are to each other, or that he's your roommate.
And also not what comes after this moment.
Maybe you'll talk later, or maybe you won't. But that's nothing you'll concern yourself with right now.
"This is nice," you murmur against his chest, almost purring as you squish your cheek against his beefy perk, arms curling tight around him.
"Mhmmm, reallll nice," he hums, pressing a lazy kiss to your head, and you giggle as he grins down at you.
Then, something gleams beneath the sheets. A flicker of lilac. Just beneath his naked chest, his veins glow, pulsing with a faint shine of purple.
But you don't notice it as your eyes flutter close with a yawn, your body relaxing against his as he cautiously watches the faint glow under his skin, trying so hard to get it to stop somehow.
"M' still tired," you suddenly mumble, burrowing into him, missing the shimmer beneath his skin. The sound of your soft sigh against him makes his chest loosen, relief flooding through him as he exhales slow, tense body finally easing.
Close call.
"Yeah, rest up, Pips'," he softly coos, eyes trailing down to your stomach, lingering just a second too long.
And he'd love to slap himself in the face for his cock pressing against the sheet, growing impossibly hard again.
God is his cock hurting bad, pushing out whisps of pre, desperate to burry it back into your sweet, addicting—
No. He has to calm down.
Fingers twitch against your hold as he closes his eyes to count, because if he doesn't—
Calm down. Deep. Breaths.
His lashes lower, head tilting as he nuzzles into you, stealing another deep sniff of your scent, grounding himself even as it causes his swollen girth to twitch beneath his sweats.
And he's no dumbass. He knows you'll realize soon enough. Especially once you'll see the trail of beastly marks scattered across your skin and find your actual costume torn to shreds in the trash.
But that's a lie he'll have to weave later. For now, he'll just hold you tighter, hoping you won't ask too many questions.
He'll tell you the truth someday. When the time comes.
Because some secrets and truths just aren't ready for daylight.
you've known this for a while, but it's never been more apparent than right now, with him sprawled on his bed, that infuriatingly cocky smirk plastered across his stupidly handsome face.
"come on," he says, voice dripping with condescension as he leans back against the headboard. "you really think you could take control? during a makeout?"
he laughs like the idea is absurd. "pips, you're way too soft for that. too sweet."
his eyes gleam with challenge, that teasing glint that's always gotten under your skin. he's so sure of himself, so convinced that he's the one who calls the shots. always has been. the way he towers over you, the way he pins you down, the way he makes you whimper his name. he thinks that's just how it is. how it'll always be.
"i dare you," he continues, leaning forward now, close enough that you can smell his cologne. "try to control me. i bet you couldn't even if you wanted to."
something snaps inside you.
"bet," you say simply.
his smirk widens. "yeah?"
"yeah."
before he can say anything else, you're on him. your lips crash against his, and for a moment, he responds eagerly, his hands coming up to grip your waist like he always does. but then you bite his lower lip.. hard enough to make him gasp and you pull back just slightly, your hand sliding up to grip his jaw.
"ground rules," you murmur against his mouth. "you don't touch me unless i say so. you don't cum unless i let you. and you definitely don't talk back. got it?"
his eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across his features before that cocky mask slides back into place. "sure, whatever you say."
"good boy," you purr, and you feel him shudder beneath you.
♡ -
thirty minutes later, caleb is absolutely falling apart.
his cock is an angry, desperate red in your hand, the tip leaking steadily as you pump him with slow, deliberate strokes. your fresh manicure, pretty pink nails that you'd gotten done just yesterday it looks absolutely sinful wrapped around his length, and you can't help but admire the view as you work him over.
"please," he gasps, his voice cracking. "please, i can't- fuck, i need..”
"shh," you coo, tightening your grip at the base of his cock, holding him firmly as you lean down and drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft. slowly. agonisinglyy slowly. from base to tip, savoring the way he jerks and writhes beneath you.
"oh god," he moans, his hands fisting in the sheets. you'd told him not to touch you, and to his praise, he's obeyed. but it's clearly killing him. his knuckles are white, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.
you've been at this for half an hour now, and you haven't let him cum once. every time he gets closeand you can tell, from the way his breathing hitches, the way his thighs tense, the way his cock pulses in your hand. you stop and squeeze the base firmly, denying him that release, and then you start all over again.
his cock is so sensitive now, so irritated from your relentless teasing, that even the lightest touch makes him gasp. the head is flushed dark, almost purple, and there's a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip that you lap up with kitten licks, humming appreciatively at the taste.
"you're so mean," he whimpers, and there are actual tears gathering in his eyes now. "please, please let me cum. i'll do anything. anything."
you pull back, releasing his cock entirely, and he lets out a desperate, broken sound that goes straight between your legs. his hips buck up uselessly, seeking friction that isn't there, and you can't help but smile.
"anything?" you ask, tilting your head. "that's a big promise, caleb."
"i mean it," he sobs. "please. i need it so bad. it hurts."
you lean down again, your breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh, and he jerks violently, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. you haven't even touched him yet, and he's already losing it.
"remember what you said earlier?" you murmur, pressing a feather-light kiss to the tip of his cock. he shudders, his whole body going tense. "about how i was too pussy to control you?"
another kiss, this one to the side of his shaft. his legs are shaking now, trembling uncontrollably.
"i- i didn't- fuck, please-“
you pull back, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, your lips forming a perfect pout. "am i still too pussy to control you, caleb?"
the tears spill over then, tracking down his flushed cheeks as he shakes his head frantically. "no. no, you're not. you're.. god, you're so good at this. so good. please."
his voice breaks on the last word, and you feel a surge of satisfaction so intense it's almost dizzying. this is caleb cocky, arrogant, always-in-control caleb. reduced to a sobbing, begging mess beneath you. all because of you.
you decide to have mercy on him. just a little.
"do you want it?" you ask softly, your hand hovering just above his cock. "do you want to cum, pipsqueak?”
"yes!" the word bursts out of him like a prayer. "yes, yes, yes, please. please let me cum. i need it. i need you. please."
he's sobbing openly now, his chest heaving with desperate breaths, and every time you so much as move your hand closer, his body jerks involuntarily. he's so wound up, so desperate, that you know it won't take much.
"okay," you whisper, and before he can process the word, you're on him.
your mouth engulfs his cock, taking him deep, and the sound he makes is so sweet it’s almost inhuman. your tongue works along his length as you bob your head, sucking hard, and his hips buck up involuntarily, driving himself deeper into your throat. you let him, relaxing your jaw, taking everything he has to give.
"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh-" his words dissolve into incoherent moans as you increase your pace, your hand pumping what your mouth can't reach. his legs jerk up, his thighs clamping around your head, and you know he's right there, right on the edge-
you pull back.
not completely, just enough that your lips are barely brushing the tip of his cock, and that's all it takes. caleb lets out a broken, desperate groan as he loses control completely, his cock pulsing as he cums hard, thick ropes of white painting his chest and stomach. it goes on and on, his whole body convulsing with the force of his orgasm, and you watch with satisfaction as he falls apart.
when he finally stops, he collapses back against the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed and unfocused. there are still tear tracks on his cheeks, and his cock gives one last weak twitch before going soft.
you crawl up his body, careful not to smear the mess on his chest, and lean down to whisper in his ear.
"what a loser."
he lets out a weak, breathless laugh, and you grin, pressing a kiss to his temple.
