࣪ ˙ . ❝ when he proposes ❞ ⋮ caleb | 836.
cw: smut, blowjob. minors dni.
"hah— fuck, pips— that's it—"
you roll your eyes, annoyed, and take his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop. you lick your lips and address him.
"told you not to call me that in bed."
"sorry, i'm sorry, just— don't stop, please."
you smile, seeing the state caleb is in, and you close your lips around him again to suck his tip, tongue teasing his slit. caleb's hips snap forward sharply, despite his best efforts to remain still.
you relish in the state you managed to put your boyfriend in, a sweaty, moaning mess, cheeks, ears, and chest flushed deep red. his head thrown back, mouth open, a gateway to the stream of obscene moans and pleas. he's close, but he won't cum unless you let him, and today, you feel like teasing him a little.
"i think it's enough for tonight, don't you think?"
caleb's eyes snap open, and you have to bite back a chuckle seeing the panicked expression on his face. his eyes glimmer in the dark, and you can tell that he might actually cry if you don’t let him finish soon. perhaps you’ve edged him too hard.
“babe, please, i’ll do anything, alright? just please let me cum.”
he leans forward and kisses you, deep and desperate, and you can’t help but get aroused at the idea that he can taste himself on your tongue. his hand slides into your hair, cradling the back of your head, and you sigh into his mouth. caleb breaks the kiss but doesn’t move away, and when he speaks, his lips touch yours.
“please, honey—”
“mhm?”
“please, wrap those pretty lips around my cock, please.”
you giggle. “okay.”
“yeah?”
“yeah,” you give his lips one last peck and push him away. as his back hits the sofa, you take the almost empty bottle of flavoured lube and squeeze some on your fingers. “it’s so pretty like that,” you bite your lip, looking at your boyfriend’s cock. you’ve always thought it was pretty—thick, long, veiny, and slanting to the right just the tiniest bit. you liked it, especially when it was angry red and twitching—the sight itself enough to make you cum untouched. “i’ll have to give it a kiss. don’t cum yet,” you look him in the eye, your gaze stern, and slowly drag your tongue up his shaft.
caleb whines. unashamed, loud, pleading.
you wrap your lubed hand around the base of his cock and give it one good stroke before giving your boyfriend a heart attack. you take all those eight beautiful inches in your mouth, doing your best not to choke. you hardly breathe, and caleb does everything in his power not to move.
“fuuck, i can’t— i can’t, please, please, i can’t hold it in anymore—”
you know it’s time by the way his thighs tremble and his stomach contracts—you know caleb through and through, and you can tell he’s had enough by the way his voice raises and his hands grip the cushions so hard he almost rips them. with his cock still buried deep in your throat, you slide your free hand up his taut stomach, and after a moment, tap his chest twice and thereby giving him permission to finally cum.
and caleb doesn’t stall. he cums instantly, shooting loads of thick cum down your throat, moaning so sweetly you feel your pussy clench in response.
your hands roam up and down caleb’s damp body, admiring and soothing the tense muscles. slowly, you take him out of your mouth with a quiet pop, swallow whatever was left of his load, and smile at him.
he’s still panting, clearly not down from his high. his eyes are closed and brows knit in a grimace of pleasure. still, he huffs: “marry me.”
your brows furrow slightly in confusion, yet you continue cleaning him up gently. caleb often blabbers random things when he’s just orgasmed, so you don’t get your hopes up—at least, not too much—but your heart still skips a beat. “do you mean it?” you ask after a while.
“hm?”
“you asked me to marry you.”
you almost giggle at the way caleb’s face drops. he panics. you can see him trying to desperately recall the last few minutes, and when he does recall the exact moment, he seems to enter another level of panic.
“fuck,” he mumbles, eyes closing for a moment in defeat. “shit, pips, of course i mean it. but it’s the worst possible way of asking you,” caleb groans, and for a moment, you think he’ll start crying. you know he’s had the perfect proposal ready for years, so to ruin all his careful planning with a post-orgasm blabber—
“will you?” he asks, shy. “i’ll propose again. properly. but can we—”
“of course i will. did you seriously think that, after knowing you all those years, i’d marry anyone else? you’re never getting rid of me,” you grin and straddle him before showering him with laugh-interrupted kisses.
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