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dirty diana (smut)

colonel!caleb x lieutenant!reader (non!mc) synopsis: after a brutal mission, there's nothing caleb wants to do more than to mate press you. tags: NSFW (18+) RAW. NASTY. SMUT!!! creampie, penetration (p to v), clit stimulation, overstimulation, really REALLY rough sex, groping, swearing, use of gravity evol during sex, praising, pet names, aftercare, smut w/ sorta plot notes: title is this cuz idk i was really inspired to make a sensual fic after repeatedly listening to michael jacksons dirty diana instrumental. it sounds like sultry sex n so here is just that — reblogs comments & likes are appreciated.

the base is still humming with tension as you and your colonel make your way down the dim corridor, boots echoing sharply against the reinforced floors. the mission had been brutal. losses, near failures, bodies too close to the line– and yet, you both walked out of it standing. everyone who passes by offers stick and respectful salutes, their eyes filled with awe with a touch of fear. caleb, towering besides you, doesn’t flinch. his expression is unreadable, all sharp angles. you don’t say a word either. your voice still caught between exhaustion and restraint. you feel the weight of the day settle heavier in your chest with every step as you near.

it wasn’t until you’re both inside his office, the door shutting with a soft hiss behind you, that the chill in the air begins to melt. caleb exhales slowly, shoulders dropping.

his clouded and stormy eyes find yours– and suddenly, they weren’t so cold anymore.

he doesn’t speak right away. he just stands there, watching you with those sharp and unreadable eyes. then slowly, he steps forward, the space between you shrinking with every unhurried stride. his gloved hand lifts, gently brushing along your cheek before cupping it, tilting your face to meet his. the touch is so careful it almost doesn’t match the man everyone else saluted minutes ago. his thumb grazes your skin as his voice lowers into something only you ever get to hear:

“are you hurt?” he asks softly and unguarded. like you being in pain meant more to him than anything.

you offer him a small tired smile. warm, despite the blood and dust smeared across your skin. his breath hitches. of course it does. especially when you smile like that. caleb leans in, slow and hungry, drawn to you like a marn starved. his nose brushes along your temple as he inhales deeply, like hes memorizing your scent, anchoring himself with it, “you shouldn’t be putting yourself in the line of fire like that,” he murmurs, voice rough with something deeper than frustration. his other hand finds your waist, fingers flexing slightly, tugging your closer, “i don’t care what the mission is, i’ll protect you, always.” the vow whispered against your skin, his lips brushing just beneath your ear as his hands begin to roam.

you giggle softly, the sound light and teasing against the weight of his words, “but then whos going to watch your back, colonel?” you murmur, your fingers slipping up to toy with the front of his uniform, eyes twinkling with mischief, “can’t have you gettin’ all heroic without me.” the look you give him is so soft, so trusting that it’s almost cruel…to him– like you don’t even realize how easily you’re unraveling him. caleb pulls back just a little, blinking as if you’ve short circuited something in him. his jaw clenches, breath uneven. you can see it in the way his throat bobs when he swallows. the faint flare in his nostrils indicating how just one sweet smile from you sends his heart into overdrive.

his eyes darken with intent as he closes the space again, gaze flicking from your lips to your eyes– hungry and determined. his hands slide up your back, guiding your closer, and he dips his head, just barely brushing your mouth with his.

but before he can claim the kiss, you slip out of his grasp with a little laugh, circling behind him with that same infuriatingly sweet tone you always use when you’re being cheeky, “debrief time, sir.” you say over your shoulders, already moving toward his desk, your voice so bright and bubbly all the sudden, “enemy contact confirmed at the north sector. hostels down, one injured. we extracted and secured the point.” you shoot him a quick glance as you speak– eyes wide with innocence, lips quirking in a grin you know drives him crazy. caleb turns slowly, watching you like a hawk, stunned that you had the audacity to tease him now, of all times.

he slowly walks past you. the soft click of the door locking echoes louder than it should. you freeze, heartbeat tripping. caleb doesn’t say a word. his gloved fingers move to the collar of his uniform jacket, unfastening it with deliberate slowness– eyes never leaving yours. the moment the fabric slides off his broad shoulders, your knees threaten to give, heat blooming fast in your core.

you barely manage to make it to the chair beside his desk, sitting down more to steady yourself than anything else. he notices and his lips curl just slightly, dark amusement flashing in his gaze. “didn’t even touch you..” he murmurs, voice low and smooth like velvet dragged over, “and you’re already trembling..”

you barely have time to breathe before his hands wrap around your wrist and pulls you to your feet. the next moment, he’s turning you around, guiding you forward until your hands brace against the cool surface of his desk. his body follows, chest pressing just close enough to feel the heat of him at your back, but not close enough to touch. one hand glides slowly up your spine, trailing heat with every pass of his fingertips, while the other settles low on your waist, thumb stroking over the edge of your belt, “look at you…” he mumbles, voice husky and commanding, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “so so obedient…” his hand skims up your side, fingers grazing just beneath your uniform top before slipping away again, “you turn into this sweet little tease…” he doesn’t touch where you need him the most. he’s savoring this, drawing it out like a canvas.

you try to play it cool.. truly, you do. your voice lifts, breathy but defiant, “y-you’re the one getting all w-worked up caleb..” you mutter, hoping the words land sharp, like the tease you intended. but the second his lips press to the nape of your neck, your breath catches in your throat. his hands are everywhere— sliding over your hips, up your ribs, fingertips brushing just under your bra with sweet restraint. another kiss lands just behind your ear, followed by a soft bite that makes your knees wobble again. you try to speak, to stay in control, but your words dissolve into a shuddered exhale, “c-caleb” his name slips out like a confession, and he chuckles low, already knowing what he’s doing to you, “not so mouthy now..” he whispers against your skin, every syllable thick with an underlying promise, “what happened to that sharp tongue, lieutenant?”

his hands keep exploring every inch of you like he’s memorizing the shape of you (by ed sheeran) the weight of your exhaustion, the parts of you only he’s allowed to touch, but then just when you think he’s going ot keep teasing, his tone shifts. his lips find your shoulder, brushing softly against the fabric of your uniform as his hand settles just above your heart. “you were incredible out there..” he whispers, voice lower now, almost tender,

“every move.. every call.. i was watching you the whole time…. you want that promotion right..?”

a pause

“sorry. just kidding” he chuckles and you roll your eyes, “then i’d have my own lieutenant. do you reallllly wanna share?” you muse, and this time he shuts up. he smiles against your skin as he lets out a muffled but soft laugh

another kiss, slower this time, pressed just below your jaw, “so composed. so precise. you kept the group alive. you kept me alive.” his hand comes up to your hair, tipping your head just enough for him to kiss your temple, “i’ve never trusted anyone the way i trust you.” the praise sinks into your skin like warm sun. it spreads from the inside out, making your breath hitch. from the arousal to the weight of his words. it was heavy with respect, laced with his undying love for you.

his fingers move to your collar next, slow and steady, tugging at the fastenings of your uniform jacket, “you don’t even know what you do to me..” caleb kisses the back fo your neck as the fabric begins to slide from your shoulders, “i don’t just respect you.. i adore you.” the word lands heavy and raw. stripped of all the control he usually holds, “the way you move.. the way you think.. the way you smile..” he peels your jacket away, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud, exposing the warmth of your skin to his touch. his palms glide along your bare arms now, “i could spend the rest of my life learning every inch of your and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

each kiss that follows is slower, more sensual– along your shoulder, your spine, the space between your ear.

you gasp softly as the cool air of his office brushes over your newly exposed skin, his fingers now working with delicate precision as he undresses you piece by piece. your breathing quickens, a soft moan slipping past your lips when he brushes his thumbs along your lower back, just above the curve of your ass. goosebumps rise in waves. you feel his gaze dragging over every inch of you like it’s the most sacred thing he’s ever seen. like you were a goddess and he was your follower.

when he lowers your panties, he exhales slowly behind you, then gently– he presses down on the small of your back, guiding you to bend slightly over the desk. his hands find your ass, palms kneading with a touch both greedy and worshipful, pulling you apart just enough to make your breath hitch. “you’re beautiful.” caleb mutters and you whimper when he leans in, hips pressing against you, hard and deliberate. “are you ready for me..?” his voice is low, hoarse with restraint.

caleb rolls his hips against you, deliberately slow, his cock grinding against your slick entrance without pushing in– just enough to make your breath come out in broken gasps. each teasing pass sends a jolt of heat spiraling through your core, thighs trembling as you grip the edge of his desk tighter. he’s murmuring again, voice thick and low, like he’s drunk on the feel of you. “so wet for me.. and i haven’t even started yet..” he groans, dragging his tip along your folds, savoring your every twitch and whimper.

but you’ve had enough.

with a frustrated moan, you shove your hips back into him, forcing him inside you in one slick heated push. both of you grasp- his hands immediately clenching around your waist, yours flattening harder against the desk as pleasure crashes over you in a hot, staggering wave. “fuck–” caleb breathes, eyes fluttering shut as his head drops forward, dizzy from the sudden depth, the way you took him.

but you don’t stop there. you start to move, rolling your hips, throwing it back tinto him, with a purpose. a messy hungry purpose. his grip tightens, his control slipping with every thrust you give him, “g-goddamn it-” he grows, breath running ragged, “you’re gonna fucking milk me dry-”

he tries– god he really tries– to hold on, but the way you moved against him, the filthy sound of your bodies meeting, the way you were taking him so willingly. it shreds the last threads of his discipline.

with a growl, he grabs your hips and slams into you, burying himself to the hilt with a sharp snap of his hips that make you absolutely cry the fuck out, your hands scrambling for any sympathy from the desk, “no.” he pants, voice ragged with lust, “not like that. you don’t get to take control then pretend nothing happened.” his hand tangles itself into your hair, yanking your head back to expose the curve of your throat. his mouth is on you immediately– biting– sucking. branding your skin with hickeys.

he’s fucking you now with no hesitation,each thrust punishing and deep, his other hand landing a hard smack on your ass that echoes through the room. you whimper, clench, and he groans, low and guttural, at how tightly your body reacts to him, “like that?” he hisses against your neck, biting down just enough to make your eyes snap shut, “you want it harder, lieutenant? use your words.”

caleb doesn’t let up. he doesn’t let you speak. if anything– he fucks you harder– slamming into you over and over with a feral pace, the sound of skin meeting skin raw and obscene in the still air. you’re crying out his name like it’s the only owrd you remember, each syllable, a desperate moan, a plea, a praise, “c-caleb! f-fuck! c-colonel–” you’re sobbing, voice breaking, eyes glossed and unfocused. he grits his teeth, hips pistoning with brutal rhythm, his groans low and wrecked.

and then, with a strangled growl, he drives deep and stills– cumming hard inside you, his grip bruising around your hips as his dick throbs, filling you to the brim, his cum coming out of you and dripping everywhere. you follapse forward onto the desk, chest heaving, legs shaking

but he wasn’t done.

you barely register the sudden shift in weight before you’re lifted– gravity bending to his will. your body floats, slick and trembling, as he pulls you upright against his chest. his arm warps right around your middle section, grounding you, while the invincible pull of his evol drags your hips back down– right onto his still hard cock.

you scream, fingers clawing at his forearm as he starts fucking you again, this time, midair, each thrust powered by the impossible push-pull of his body and his grav. manipulation. you’re weightless but locked in place, taken over and over without a single inch of escape. your eyes roll back, mouth falling open as you babble- no words now– just broken breathless sounds.

your body is trembling, completely at his mercy– suspended in the air, stuffed full of him, stretched and used and loved in equal measure. calebs thrust keep coming, unforgiving and deep, his cock grinding into you with mind numbing precision. your cries are wrecked now– high and desperate sounds that echo off the office walls. your eyes rolled back, mouth slack, drooling between stammered gasps, “you’re doing so good for me.” he whispers into your ear, voice suddenly so tender but shaking with restraint as he feels your walls fluttering around him, “my good girl.. taking me so perfectly.” his free hand slides between your legs, and the moment his fingers find your clit– you shatter.

you scream his name as your entire body tenses, then convulses violently in his arms, squirting around his cock with a gush that soaks him, “fuck– look at that.” he groans, rutting into you through it, watching with wide wild eyes as your body gives him everything, “s-so beautiful.. so f.. fucking perfect..” you’re shaking, twitching in overstimulation, subbing into the air as your legs jerk and your muscles seize, but he holds you tight, grounding you with one strong arm while his evol keeps you just where he wants you.

and then it hits him. with a deep broken moan, caleb buries himself one last time, cock pulsing hard as he cums inside you again– hot thick and deep. his hips grind to a stop as he lets out a ong trembling breath, his chest heaving against yours. slowly, gravity softens. he releases the pull, cradling your limp soaked body in his arms before gently laying you back down on the desk like you were porcelain. his fingers brush your cheek, his touch so achingly soft now it almost makes you cry again, “you were amazing, my perfect girl.” he whispers against your temple.

your limbs feel like jelly, every nerve still buzzing from how completely he wrecked you. but caleb doesn’t leave you there undone and trembling. he gathers you into his arms without a word, holding you close against his chest. you hear the soft hum of the door sliding open behind you– it leads to a small private bathroom attached to his office. he carried you inside with care, settling you gently on the counter.

he runs warm water into the basin, soaking a soft cloth as you watch him with hazy, adoring eyes. calebs expression has changed completely– no longer dark, no longer ravenous. just open and loving. devoted. he kneels in front of you and with a slow careful move, begins to clean you up, the rag warm and gentle as he wipes between your thighs. every so often he murmurs soft things under his breath: praise, affection, things he’d only ever said in quiet moments. “i’ve never wanted someone like i want you.” he brushes your cheeks again, “you don’t even know what you mean to me.”

when he finishes, he helps you back into your clothes one piece at a time. hands steady.

once your jacket is fastened again, he pulls you into his arms and slowly kisses you. his hands cradle your face, lips pressing to yours, like a promise.

when he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and he whispers, “you’re mine. always.”

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