SMUT. MDNI. // Caleb x Emotional Reader. Trauma talk.
... Filthy Comfort Sex
Your cheek is smooshed into the silk sheets, Caleb’s warmth and weight blanketing over you.
His cock strokes in and out, pausing each time he bruises your cervix. He rubs steady, pressured circles on your clit. It's all so dizzingly slow, sensual, drawn out.
"C-Caleb," you squeak.
Caleb groans softly in response before a sudden, soft pinch on your shoulder makes you squeal.
Two canines, one hot mouth— he licks the area he just bit, heated tongue lapping your skin with reverence.
"You're like my little ice cream cone, my little cupcake," he growls. You'd laugh if you had the mental facility— he's so cringe and cute, it's totally something Caleb would say— but you can only moan in response as his thrusts pick up. In and out and in and out, faster now.
"Cute—ness ag—gression," you say between each hit to your sweet spot, moaning in between.
"Y-yeah, pips, you got that right. You've always been my weakness," Caleb admits this like a prayer, like a confession, and you giggle. Here's this big, strong man, and he's so down bad for you, his delicious weight pressing all over you, and inside you.
"You love— me— so much," you tease him, and it damn well makes him short circuit. Predictable, really. Anything you do tends to fluster him.
His tip is so sensitive inside you. Suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude that he gets to have you like this, his large hand comes up to engulf your smaller one, caging you in completely. You feel him twitch and swell within your walls before he pauses his strokes.
"I love you more than you realize.” The statement oozes the absolute dedication he feels towards you, and he's sucking your neck now. There will be marks tomorrow, and you can imagine Caleb kissing these same spots in the morning.
Through heavy pants you tease him. "Pussy so good that you're almost there, huh?" You giggle, and it takes all his willpower to not finish right then and there.
"Pipsqueak... You make me want you in ways I shouldn't..." Caleb whispers, his voice like raspy feathers that tickle your ear. He nibbles your lobe softly.
You say what you both know. “Sinning together is the only heaven we'll ever get."
He chuckles, soft and gravelly, a sound you find to be so familiar, so warm.
"I wouldn’t want anything else… And you’re always saying something poetic, you," he grins, booping your nose affectionately, before you feel him moving again. You moan, long and drawn out.
God, there really is no place you'd rather be.
"We deserve this," you whisper. You remember learning about things he went through when he was a kid, a teen, a college student, the person he was a year ago when you met him, eyes heavy with something he wouldn’t share— your heart squeezes painfully as you recall just how much you've both been through. Connected and bonded through your shared understanding of trauma—
Pleasure, hurt, unimaginable suffering, and the present moment all blur together into tears. The well of emotion floods, the water level tipping over the edge.
Caleb stops in his tracks, having spotted the tear stains on the sheets. He pulls out immediately without a word. You see the room spin as he turns you onto your back.
"What's wrong?" A gentle demand to know, not an ask. Two violet galaxies gaze into your eyes with nothing but bleeding concern. Sweat dots Caleb's forehead, some of his luxurious, thick black hair sticking to it. Beads of sweat sit sweetly above his upper lip. Your gaze flicks back up to his puppy-like eyes, and your heart screams in a sudden wave of intense affection.
He looks so —
"My Caleb…” You touch his cheek.
He nuzzles into your hand without thinking. Your heart is full. You feel so connected, finally safe, so overwhelmed—
This love is both unfamiliar and terrifying— and everything you could ever dream of.
"I love you," you hear yourself say it before it even crossed your mind in words. Something like surprise flickers across Caleb's face before his expression softens into one of pure love.
Caleb's hand comes up to your cheek— two lovers cupping each other's faces — and he wipes stray tears away. You didn't even realize they'd fallen. But of course he did.
"What're the tears for?" He asks quietly.
"Same reason for yours," you reply, seeing a layer of shininess in your partner's eyes.
Caleb leans in and presses and kiss to your lips, plushness meeting plushness. You've never felt so seen, so safe.
"Please," you plead, and Caleb doesn't need to ask any more questions to know what you want.
His tip presses back inside your warm walls before you can blink, and you wriggle down, trying to get him inside you faster.
"Nuh-uh, pipsqueak. You know, I'm not going to indulge you all the time, right?"
He's smirking, and a wave of defiance and brattiness rises up inside your chest.
You kick back, moving so that you're on top of him, sinking down onto his hot, hard cock. Caleb gapes at you, taking in the scowl on your face.
His head tips his back slightly and he groans, Adam's apple large and bobbing as you begin to ride him.
He watches in disbelief and reverence — eyes glued to you like he can't believe this is happening.
“Fuck— pipsqueak—” he curses, letting out more delicious groans, inspiring you to bounce faster.
You shriek at a sudden thrust up, Caleb’s cock burying itself into your pussy, all heat and hardness, plugging you full before he starts to move. You moan, falling into his chest as he holds your lower back while jackhammering you. It feels so good— too good— two bodies intertwined, holding each other in pleasurable, pure connection.
Caleb lets out a half-chuckle, kissing your sweaty forehead when you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, lips parted. “You look so fucked out, baby,” he coos, before his lips descend and devour your mouth. Your tongues swirl together and fight for dominance, teeth clashing, his thrusts never relenting— it’s all so filthy, unadulterated, primal, unrestrained.
You whimper, and Caleb’s heart lunges. He bites your lower lip lightly, pulling and tugging at the flesh between his teeth as he pulls away from your face, temporarily fighting the magnetism that pulls him back in. He moves back to your face like a dog to a bone, sucking your mouth again.
Yeah, he realizes once again, he doesn’t want to part from you— not now, not ever, not even for a moment.
This is exactly where he belongs.
AN: Apologies for the abrupt ending. I figured I’d post this now, as I tend to write snippets, then forget about them— and the writings never see the light of day on this app. I might continue this as a part II if I feel so inspired or inclined.
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