what is the price of having a perfect husband like caleb🍎 in your life?
mdni 18+ eventual smut, marriage life au (with children more than two), zayne making an appearance as your physician, smut in the end, mention of oral (f rec), creampie
Everyone always told you what a husband material Caleb is, how you're living the sweetest, most dreamy life any wife could hope. Sure, it's an exaggeration to some extent, but when most of your friends always express their jealousy to you, it's kind of hard to ignore. Well, looking at the man who is now walking in your house with a basket full of newly washed clothes, taking his chance to caress your hair on his way to the backyard.
"We're having soup tonight, I add some cherry tomatoes into combination," he dropped the information, fingers gently venturing to the under of your chin, tilting your head up so he could steal a kiss. "And don't forget to pick up Sean from his piano class."
Most of the time, Caleb was staying home; cleaning the house, taking care of the youngest—fyi, 3 years-old, cooking, gardening. Was it too much for him? Especially because he also had to manage time to teach at the Deepspace Academy Aviation, it's kinda a packed schedule. But what did he say when you mentioned to him last time?
"Don't be funny, teaching them is easy, nothing to be worried about." Caleb shrugged it off, poking your cheek after he put on his teaching suit. "While you, dealing with all of those jerks?" He chuckled lightly, placing a kiss then on that spot he poked. "Someone gotta deal with your exhausted mind, right?"
Yeah, he's an absolute delight as a husband. Honestly his presence made whatever hell you're dealing with at your current job way easier. But maybe... nothing really comes free, in this matter.
"So, Helen."
One day, you entered the headmaster's room of the elementary school where you just registered your fifth child into. There is Zayne, with his stubbles and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, reading the files of your child in his hand, before paying attention to you. He called out your daughter's name and made you blink a few times.
"She's... your third child?"
"Fourth, actually," you corrected, and listening to Zayne sighed a little, before he leaned back against his leather chair.
The expression on his face made you feel somewhat scanned in this matter. "Seems like you're... still active, despite your age."
Because yes, you're past thirty now and Zayne was already in his forty. And the way he called you out like that made your ears redden a bit. He's once your personal physician, after all. "I'm pretty sure you told me to stay active despite growing older," you said with thumbs up, and he just shook his head in disbelief.
"Well, I guess I should be expecting the fifth?"
"You can, he's still a little one and often drool on his father's neck."
It was silence before both of you laughed, a shared past of knowing Caleb and the bond between the three of you. But it wasn't a secret, even the usual oblivious Zayne noticed how intense Caleb is when it comes to you. So, maybe he should've seen this coming.
Because when the night falls, the curtains are closed, the children are tucked away in their bedroom; secure and protected from the danger outside—you're pinned against the wall, legs spread apart with his arms flexing underneath your knees, his palms rest flat against the bare fat of your ass. With tears pooling in your eyes, mouth muffled with the panties soaked with your own essence, you looked into your husband's eyes with plea.
But, honestly? The perfect man image was slowly shifting into something more... feral.
"What's with that look?"
Caleb asked with a heavy panting, clearly condescending tone with the way he was smirking, hips pistoning in and out of you mercilessly. Your toes are curling, back arched, unable to escape as his chest pressed against yours, pinning your body against the wall behind you. The wicked gaze of love in his eyes made your walls flutter, making him groan and giving you yet again another mean, sharp thrust.
"Ahhnnn!"
It was hard not to claw on his back, leaving deep trails of red marks along his muscles, sending shivers down his spine. Caleb leaned down to kiss your neck, burying his face there as the pace increased, your walls fluttering in warning, and his pace already faltered from his own approaching orgasm. Your vision blurs when you feel his cock battering your spongy, sweet spot, dragging against your g-spot that made your world crumble behind your eyes.
Then you moaned with a mouth stuffed with your panties, cumming on his cock, clamping down on his dick that the man growled into your neck, teeth sinking into the flesh and made you claw on his back even more. Pain mixed with pleasure, feeling the sharp pain on your shoulder, followed with the creamy, hot spills of load into your womb. Your legs were shaking, and your panties fell off your mouth but you no longer had the energy to make the slightest noise.
Caleb licked the bite wound on your neck before lifting you into his arms again, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. His chest rose and fell against yours, as he kissed your head once again. The loving husband returned, until...
"Round two," he announced while out of breath, but the satisfaction was clear in his tone when he lay you flat on the bed, changing position to get your legs over his shoulders while he kneels on the floor, eyes up to meet you between your legs. "But you get to do nothing except to take everything."
Yeah, the cost of a very perfect husband probably spending most of your night satisfying his pleasure which is actually by pleasing you. Was it good or bad?
Well, considering how much you cried out how much you love him... it's good?
by yime, 2026 - do not copy