xifere presents… cale henituse x gn!reader
notes… whoops just something small for my pretty baby
content warnings… virgin!sub!cale, sex pollen, hand job, kissing
“Everyone, get out.”
The paintings on the hotel walls rattled when the door slammed shut. Despite sitting in the next room over, you could hear ragged breathing from none other than Cale.
“Cale? Is everything okay?”
He cursed under his breath—which you couldn’t hear—but from his tone alone, you could tell he was stressed.
The redhead dawdled over, his hand gripping the corner of the doorway to take a break. Cale’s locks spilled over his flushed face when he looked up, eyebrows furrowing deeply when his eyes met yours. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to see you when he got back, or if he preferred to take care of his dilemma himself, considering how much you loved to tease him whenever you got the chance. Not to mention, he was still a virgin—or at least Kim Rok Soo was.
He watched you try to hide the smirk on your face when you finally noticed the tight spot on his pants. You set the book you were reading on the bedside table as he walked over, noticing he was starting to avoid your gaze.
“Cale—,”
“Don’t,” he said curtly. He was fighting for his life here, and you couldn’t even hide your excitement.
He knew he looked a mess, single-handedly unbuttoning his dress shirt, exposing his collarbones. Every second that passed deepened the crack in his composure—he was losing his fucking mind, just because of that damned fantastical plant that spewed an aphrodisiac all over him when he decided to check a rustling sound in a bush. With one whiff, he knew he had to rush back.
And for some reason, he found your eagerness to help all the more enticing. He sat on the bed, peeking at you behind his lashes with glassy eyes, and you took that as permission to get closer. If he could’ve avoided it, he would’ve liked his first time with you to go a bit differently, which is why he contemplated waiting it out or dealing with it himself. But he thought he would die if you didn’t put your hands on him right now.
He mumbled something.
“What was that?” you asked, a devilish glint in your eyes.
“...Help me…” he mumbled, his expression turning all the more pathetic with each breath.
“Have you forgotten your manners, Cale Henituse?” Oh, for fucks sake.
“Dammit—please, help me, [name].”
Sitting next to him, he looked at you helplessly, and you leaned in for a kiss. It turned messy quickly; he couldn’t control himself anymore, grabbing at your shirt as he tried to pull you closer, whimpering into your mouth when your tongue slipped inside of his. Your fingers tugged on the back of his hair, pulling him off you while you nipped at his neck. He hissed at the feeling of your wet tongue on his skin, his hand absentmindedly looking for yours to palm his crotch. Cale winced at the contact—he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“[Name], here, please—!”
His pants were unzipped immediately, Cale biting his lips when you pulled him out of his boxers. The situation was terribly embarrassing and he blushed harder, but he couldn’t care with his dick thinking for him. With how much precum he was leaking, you wouldn’t need lube or the like, using your thumb to play with the translucent sticky fluid at the slit while he let out a muffled moan, covering his mouth.
Your fingers wrapped around his flushed tip, fisting him down to his base. Cale’s head fell back with a gasp, and consequent moans followed with each pump of your hand. Your pace was deliberately slow, Cale’s knuckles going white with how hard he was gripping the sheets. His body shuddered when your fingers rubbed against his head, and he couldn’t stop whimpering. Noises fell out of his mouth repeatedly—he’d say his first handjob from someone else was a ten out of ten.
To your surprise, he came without warning, ropes of white landing on his chest while his orgasm took him to cloud nine. You slowed, watching his reaction, surprised at how his dick was still just as hard.
As he was catching his breath, you asked, “That’s not enough for you, is it?”
His eyes could barely focus on you, but he nodded all the same. He felt somewhat relieved, but the tension in his abdomen had yet to disappear. He thanked the gods that you were here, despite his embarrassment.
