Synopsis: While getting ready for an event, Caleb walks into your room to see if you’re ready, only to find you standing in front of the mirror, mascara smudged, tears streaming down your face, as you stare back at yourself, completely hating the way you look in the tight dress. Caleb ensures you know just how good you actually look, with or without the dress on.
Pairing: Caleb x femChubby!Reader
Wc: 1.8K words
Tags: Caleb x femChubby!Reader, insecure!Reader, smut, unprotected sex, mdni, fingering (fem receiving), use of Pipsqueak Pips and Pretty Girl, established relationship, piv, dirty talk, mentions of body dysmorphia and insecurity, Caleb reassures Reader, crying because of body, squirting (kind of?), creampie, mirror sex, lmk if I missed anything!
Notes: This is my very first fic! I’ve wanted to get into writing for a while now, so I decided, what the heck! Suggestions and tips are welcome, just please be kind! Thank you! <3
You loved getting dressed up. But you also hated it at the same time.
Seeing all those beautiful dresses online, shopping for them, and thinking, “Oh my gosh! That dress is so cute on her!” and then ordering it, trying it on, and it not fitting the right way at all. It’s not fair how those models wear it so perfectly, and then the second you put it on, it looks as if you’re wearing a really bad Halloween costume from when you were 13.
That’s exactly the predicament you find yourself in on this Friday evening. After barely getting this new dress over your chest, shimmying it down over your tummy, and getting the skirt past your butt and thighs, you look into the mirror and feel like a lumpy sack of potatoes.
“What the hell? This is not how it looked online,” you huffed out, fuming because you did not have enough time to find another dress. You felt that familiar burning sensation building up behind your eyes, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. Great, your fresh face of makeup was probably ruined now.
You looked over the way your tummy was visible through the front of the dress, the way your love handles made your sides look lumpy, and let’s not forget about how your thighs were practically spilling out of the skirt. You didn’t even want to go anymore, let alone let Caleb see you like this.
Sure, you two had been dating for a couple of months, and it’s not like you hadn’t had sex, but every time you did, you insisted on having the lights off, and who was Caleb to make you feel uncomfortable by denying your request? Some part of you knew that Caleb wouldn’t care in the slightest about your tummy or love handles; in fact, he would probably appreciate them (more to love, right?). But you didn’t want to risk it, because all of your past relationships always made you feel so insecure, like your worth was less than because of your size.
You’re suddenly yanked out of your self-deprecating thoughts by the sound of a soft knock and the opening of your door. Your tear-stained face whips around to find Caleb standing in your doorway, a white dress shirt stretched across his broad chest, straining against his biceps, complete with a blue tie and dress pants, a confused look written across his face.
He rushes forward when he sees more tears fall from your eyes, a look of concern filling his. “Pips, hey, what’s wrong? Why is my beautiful girl crying?” he asks with a soft voice, taking your hands into his. That statement only makes you cry harder, your face turning away from him, trying to escape his grasp.
He takes both of your wrists in one hand, using the other to gently grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Hey, answer me, pretty girl,” he says, a small, reassuring smile on his lips.
“I’m sorry,” is all you manage to get out between sobs. “It’s okay, take your time, just tell me what’s wrong, Pips,” Caleb says, wiping your tears away with his thumb.
“It’s just, I’m sorry, I’m not ready, and I hate this dress and how it looks on me, and I’m sorry you have to go out with me looking like this-” you’re cut off by a kiss, his lips meeting yours gently, but with a purpose.
As he pulls away, his eyes don’t leave yours. “What are you even talking about? This dress? It looks fucking amazing on you, Pipsqueak. And I’m the luckiest guy on the planet to be able to go out with you. I hate how much you talk down on yourself. You’re so breathtaking, and I want to show you just how much I love you. I’m going to make sure you know just how fucking amazing you are.”
Your eyes go big at his last statement, a blush creeping across your cheeks. You swallow harshly as he moves his eyes painfully slow up and down your body. He kisses your lips quickly, one last time, before turning you around to face the mirror, your back pressing against his firm chest. He rubs his hands up and down your arms slowly, goosebumps left in their wake.
“Look how pretty my Pips is in this blue dress, the way it hugs every beautiful curve,” his hands move down your sides slowly, accentuating your curves, “how delicious her thighs and pretty tits look in it,” he grabs your hips, slightly rubbing your ass against his crotch. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “and how beautiful she’ll look with it off and on the floor.”
He kisses your neck, biting slightly without breaking eye contact in the mirror. Your chest rises and falls quickly with your increased heart rate. “B-but Caleb, can’t we just go over to the bed if we’re going to do this? In front of the mirror is going to be embarrassing,” you mutter out, eyes darting down to the floor.
“Nah, I’m going to show you just how much I appreciate this beautiful body, and you’re going to watch until you believe it yourself,” he says with a smirk. You bite your bottom lip, knowing that if you actually wanted to stop, he would in a heartbeat. But, there’s a part of you that wants to give in, wants to let him worship your body. So you let him continue.
He begins to unzip the back of your dress, sliding it down your body painfully slow. He savors every second of it, the way it lets your lacy panties and bra set show, and the way it bears you on display for him. You can feel the bulge in his pants against your backside now, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. His hands leave your body for a second, undoing his tie and dress shirt, letting them fall to the floor.
“So pretty for me, Pips,” he mutters out, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slide to the floor as well. He holds back for a split second before his hands are on your boobs, kneading them as they fill his entire hands. You arch into his touch, a small moan slipping past your lips.
“Eyes up, watch how good I make you feel,” he bites out, one of his hands coming up to grab your chin, making you watch yourself in the mirror. With one hand still on your chin, his other hand snakes down your body, moving your panties to the side, and slipping one finger between your slick folds.
“So wet for me already, do you secretly like the way I’m making you watch yourself?” he smirks, finally putting two fingers inside your tight hole. “That’s my girl, so pretty grinding against my fingers.” Your pussy clenches tightly around his fingers, his erection pushing painfully against the zipper of his dress pants as he continues to grind against your ass.
“Fuck, Caleb, please!” you whine, not even knowing what you’re begging for at this point, just knowing that you need more. “You want me inside of you, Pipsqueak?” Caleb huffs out, his fingers working quickly inside of you. “Yes!” you moan out as he curls his fingers inside of you. Your thighs clench around his hand as he brings you close to the edge.
“I want to watch you come undone on my fingers first, pretty girl. Cum for me, yeah? Gush all over my fucking fingers, let me see you.” Your back arches against his chest, your legs beginning to tremble. That familiar coil at the bottom of your tummy begins to tighten as he brings you dangerously close to the edge.
“Fuck, Caleb!” you whine, clenching around him as he curls his fingers again, “I’m gonna… m’ gonna cum!” you moan loudly, watching yourself come undone on his fingers in the mirror, slick gushing around his hand.
“So pretty for me,” he says as you come down from your high, chest heaving. He gives you about thirty seconds to catch your breath before he’s yanking your panties off completely, fumbling with his button and zipper and pulling his own pants and boxers off.
He walks you forward, pushing you flush against the mirror, your tits pressing firmly agaisnt it. “Look at how beautiful your tits look like this,” he murmus as the cold glass adds a whole new sensation to your nipples. “Now, I want you to feel how much you drive me crazy, I want you to forget all your insecurities, that sound good?” All you can manage is a nod before he grabs your hips, slamming into you, pushing you even harder against the mirror. You back is flush against his chest as he sets a slow but thorough pace. You can feel every inch of him as he begins to move. He’s mezmerized by the way your ass jiggles as he thrusts into you.
His head falls back as you clench around him, already dangerously close to another orgasm. “Can you hold on for me pretty girl? I want to make this last,” he pleads, a groan erupting from him as you clench again.
He picks up his pace, a lewd wet slapping sound filling the room mixed with heavy breathing. He drives into you, making your whole body move with each thrust. You can feel yourself getting close, not sure you’ll be able to hold on much longer.
“Please, Caleb, I need to cum, please!” you beg, unable to think straight anymore. The only things left on your mind are him and how good you feel. You can feel his thrusts starting to get sloppier, his cock beginning to pulse inside of you. “I’m close Pips, I want you to cum around my cock inside you, pretty girl. Come undone for me,” he moans, his cock beginning to twitch, “Cum for me.”
You practically scream as your slick gushes around him, your orgasm making you see stars like your were just hit by a freight train. You feel his hips stop briefly, stuttering against you as he groans, his cum shooting in hot spurts inside of you. Your legs practically give out as his body is the only thing holding you up against the mirror.
“Do you believe me now when I say how beautiful you are?” he says with a soft chuckle, shaking his head before putting his forehead on your shoulder, still catching his breath. You nod slightly, a smile decorating your lips.
“Should we go clean up? I’m guessing we probably won’t make it in time now,” he laughs again, looking at the time. The event started 30 minutes ago, and they weren’t great with late admission. You nod, turning around to kiss him again, this time softly and filled with passion. “Thank you,” you murmur, burying your head in his chest. He hugs you tighter against his chest, “Of course, Pipsqueak.”
remember how when Blink Gone dropped in ALNST, the fans made extremely detailed theories as to why Till was not dead, down to gunshot positions and the like?
i am VERY excited to see how Caine fans are going to respond to this, and i have a feeling it’s gonna be lik this
#project hail mary
