oh how i missed your writing sweet jel <33 the way you write caleb genuinely breaks my heart like im a widow gazing longingly at a photo of him in a rusted heart locket
i missed u guys more than ever ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ what a beautiful way to describe our caleb T_T ur too kind
pseudocest, soooo much guilt and yearning i need lobotomized
the nightmare still clings to your skin when you wake up gasping. your heart is racing, the cold metal tables and echoing hallways lingering in the edges of your mind even as you sit up in the dark. the room feels too big, too empty. unsafe. your feet move before your brain can catch up, padding down the hallway like they have a hundred times before, since you were small and scared and he was the only safe place in the world.
caleb’s door is already cracked open, like he’s been waiting for you even in his sleep. you slip inside, the hem of your nightgown brushing your thighs as you climb into his bed. he stirs the second your weight dips the mattress. heavy-lidded eyes blink open, still foggy with sleep, but the moment he sees your tear streaked face, his arms open without hesitation.
“c’mere, pips,” he murmurs, voice low from sleep.
you crawl into his lap like you always have, curling into his chest, legs straddling his hips as you tuck your face into his neck. fresh tears slip down your cheeks and wet his skin. he’s so warm. so solid. his big arms wrap around you immediately, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles along your spine.
“bad one?” he asks softly, lips brushing your temple.
you nod, burying your face further in the crook of his neck. he smells like home—like faint soap and clean cotton and something that’s always been just him. his arms tighten around you, strong and steady, holding you like he can shield you from every bad dream you’ve ever had.
minutes pass like that. just you trembling in his lap, his arms around you, his quiet breathing against your hair. you feel safe here. safer than anywhere else in the world.
something restless and warm blooms low in your stomach, spreading through your chest until it almost hurts. you need more. you need him closer. you need his mouth on yours so badly it claws at your ribs, sharp and aching. you pull back just enough to look at him. his eyes are soft in the dark, heavy-lidded and patient, watching you with that endless care he’s had for you since you were children.
you’re still sniffling, tears clinging to your lashes, but you can’t stop yourself. you lean in slowly, hesitantly, your breath shaky. your mouth presses to his. it’s messy, clumsy—you’re desperate for comfort and something you still don’t have a name for after a lifetime of aching for it. it’s not a smooth kiss. it’s wet from your tears, a little off-center, your lips trembling as they meet his.
for half a second, caleb doesn’t move, struggling to process what’s happening. then his hands tighten gently on your hips, fingers pressing into the soft skin just under the waistband of your panties. he kisses you back—careful, slow, like he’s afraid of startling you. his lips are warm and soft, moving against yours with such tenderness it makes your eyes water all over again.
“hey,” he whispers against your mouth, barely pulling back. “you okay, baby?”
you nod, sniffling again, but you don’t stop. you press closer, chest pushing against his as you kiss him a little deeper, a little needier, lips parting shyly. your hands clutch at his shirt like you’re scared he’ll disappear.
caleb lets out a quiet, shaky breath. one of his hands slides further under your nightgown, palm warm and steady on your bare thigh, holding you there as he kisses you back. he’s still gentle, still so careful with you, but his lips part, too, letting you taste the comfort you’ve been aching for.
“i’ve got you,” he murmurs between soft presses of lips, thumb stroking your skin in slow circles. “always got you.”
you kiss him a little harder, whimpering softly as you shift in his lap, pressing closer until your clothed cunt drags along the growing line of his cock through his boxers. the friction makes you sob quietly into his mouth, hips rolling again, needy and instinctive.
caleb’s breath catches sharply. his hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging into your skin like he’s fighting himself.
“pips—wait,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you. his eyes are dark, conflicted, brow furrowed with worry. “we don’t have to do anything, sweets. not after a bad dream.”
but you’re already leaning in again, chasing his mouth with soft, desperate kisses, tears still slipping down your cheeks. your hips keep jerking in tiny, helpless rolls, grinding against the hardness beneath you as fresh sobs catch in your throat.
“please, caleb,” you whimper, voice breaking. “i need you. need you to make it go away. please—”
he groans quietly, forehead dropping to yours, eyes squeezed shut like it physically pains him to hold back. his hands stay firm on your hips, trying to still your movements, but his cock twitches against you through the thin layers of fabric separating you.
“god,” he hisses. “you’re killin’ me right now. you’re so soft and you’re crying, i can’t—i shouldn’t—”
you sob again, pressing your face into his neck, still grinding desperately against him as you cling tighter.
“please,” you beg, voice small and wet. “i want you. always wanted you. make me forget. please, caleb.”
he lets out another quiet, strained moan, jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle jump. his hands tremble where they grip your hips, fighting the instinct to buck up into the heat of you. his cock twitches hard beneath your soaked panties, but he forces himself to stay still, breathing through it like it hurts.
a soft, needy sob escapes you when the head of his cock catches against your clit through the fabric. caleb groans—deep, shaky, almost pained—and his hips twitch up involuntarily, just once, pressing his cock harder against your dripping cunt.
that small movement seems to break something in him. his hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin as he finally gives in. he bucks up into you slowly at first, matching the roll of your hips, grinding his thick cock against your soaked panties with these heavy, deliberate movements.
you sob into his neck, chasing that delicious pressure as you cling to him. caleb keeps bucking up into you in these slow, heavy thrusts, grinding his cock along your soaked panties as if he’s fucking you through the fabric. every movement makes wet, obscene sounds between you, your arousal soaking through both layers until everything feels slick and hot.
he kisses you like he’s starving, tongue sliding messily against yours while his hands squeeze your ass, pulling you down harder onto every upward grind. his breathing is ragged, moans spilling into your mouth every time you roll your hips just right.
you keep going like that for ages. grinding, kissing, years of aching finally spilling out in the dark. he bunches your nightgown up around your stomach, his hands warm on your bare skin, guiding you as you rub yourself against his cock again and again.
the pressure builds and builds until it’s too much. your brows furrow, nose scrunching up sweetly as your orgasm crashes over you. you cum hard in your already ruined panties, thighs shaking, sobbing into his mouth as you grind down one last time. caleb swears he’s in heaven at the sight of you so beautiful in his lap it physically hurts him.
“god, baby,” he groans softly. “look at you. so pretty when you cum for me.”
he holds you through it, kissing you slow and deep, letting you ride it out against him until your trembling slows. he gently lays you down on the bed, careful like you’re made of glass. he peels your soaked panties off with shaky hands, eyes locked on the mess you made.
you’re already all fucked out, chest heaving, eyes glassy as you watch him slide his own precum-stained boxers down. when his cock springs free—thick, heavy, flushed dark at the tip—you drool a little, lips parting on a moan. you’ve imagined this for years, stuffing yourself full of your fingers late at night while thinking about him.
every rational part of caleb is screaming at him to stop. this is the same girl who used to run to him with scraped knees, eyes wide and teary, genuinely believing his kisses could make them heal faster. the same girl he used to cut the crusts off her sandwiches for, arranging the pieces into silly shapes just to make her laugh. the same girl he swore that he would always protect.
he’s always been a weak man whenever it came to you. he drags the fat, leaking head of his cock through your soaked folds. he spreads your wetness everywhere, teasing your swollen clit with every pass, coating himself in your arousal. his lips stay on yours the whole time, kissing you deep and messy, then drifting to mouth at your neck, sucking gently, breathing you in like he’s drowning.
he does this for what feels like forever. every time your hips twitch up, trying to take him in, he lets out a soft, broken moan against your skin, but forces himself to stay in control.
you’re creaming on him so sweetly, clenching around nothing, whimpering and trembling every time he bumps into your clit. you’re so soft and warm and desperate for him, and he’s so fucking weak.
“please, ’leb,” you whimper, arms wrapped tight around his neck. “please, i—i need you.”
“just the tip tonight,” he promises, voice cracking as he spits into his hand and strokes it over his cock, even though you’re already soaked. “just the tip, baby, i swear. that’s all we can do.”
he lines himself up with a trembling hand and slowly sinks the fat head inside you. even with just the tip, you’re stretched so wide around him. your walls flutter and squeeze, trying to pull him deeper, and you let out the sweetest, most overwhelmed little whimper. caleb’s eyes flutter shut for a second, a wrecked moan tearing from his throat as he fights the urge to thrust all the way in.
he fucks just the tip into you for ages—shallow, torturously careful thrusts, eyes locked on your face the whole time. he kisses you between every moan and whimper, swallowing every sound you make like he needs it to survive.
it’s still not enough for you. never enough, not with caleb. he’s raised you to be so greedy. you dig your heels into his lower back and pull him deeper, desperate and needy, silently begging for all of him.
“baby, we can’t,” he whines, eyes squeezing shut almost as if he’s in pain from trying to hold back. “just the tip, i promised you.”
but you’re so warm and tight and fluttering around him, your walls clinging to the head of his cock like you never want to let go. every little thrust makes you whimper and sob softly, heels digging harder into his lower back, trying to pull him in further. your hands slide up his back, nails gently scratching as you arch into him, silently pleading.
caleb’s whole body trembles with the effort of holding still. his arms are shaking where they cage you in. a low, broken groan escapes him every time you roll your hips, trying to take more.
“pips… please,” he begs, voice hoarse and guilty. “don’t do this to me. m’tryin’ so hard to be good.”
you lean up and kiss him, soft and teary, and plead against his lips, “i need all of it. please, caleb? i’ve waited so long. haven’t you?”
with a shattered, overwhelmed sound, caleb lets you pull him deeper. inch by inch, agonizingly slow, he sinks further inside you. his eyes flutter open, dark and glassy, locked on your face the entire time while he watches every flicker of sensation cross your expression. his breath catches in his throat when he feels your walls stretch around more of him, so tight and warm it makes his arms tremble.
he keeps going, so slow it feels like time has stopped, sinking deeper and deeper until finally, with a raw, broken sob, he buries himself to the hilt inside you. his hips press flush against yours, every thick inch completely sheathed in your heat for the very first time.
caleb shudders violently on top of you as he drops his head to your neck. his arms wrap around you so tightly it’s almost crushing, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear now that he’s finally all the way inside the girl he’s wanted since you both were young.
you both stay like that for a long moment, just breathing each other in. his cock throbs deep inside you, so full and heavy that every tiny shift makes your walls flutter around him. you feel so stretched, so his, like there’s no room left in your body for anything but him.
“pips,” he whispers against your throat, voice barely there. “you feel… god, you feel so—”
your legs stay locked around his waist, heels pressed gently into his lower back. you don’t want him to move yet. you just want to feel him there, buried so deep it feels like he’s part of you.
caleb kisses your neck slowly, wet and open-mouthed, then trails his lips up to your jaw. when he reaches your mouth, he kisses you deep and slow, tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to learn the taste of you all over again.
“i should stop,” he murmurs between kisses, strained and guilty. “i know i should stop.”
but even as he says it, his hips give one tiny, involuntary roll, grinding just a little deeper inside you. you both moan softly into the kiss.
“don’t stop,” you whisper, fingers threading through his hair. “please don’t stop, caleb. i need it. need you.”
he groans quietly, the sound vibrating against your lips. his hands slide down to grip your waist, holding you steady as he starts to move—achingly slow, barely pulling out before sinking back in again. every thrust is deep and deliberate, like he wants you to feel exactly how much he’s wanted this.
“you’re so tight,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours again, eyes locked on your face. “so warm and perfect around me. i’ve thought about this for years. every time i looked at you, i tried not to want this, but i couldn’t stop.”
you whimper, nails gently scratching down his back as he rolls his hips again, grinding deep.
“me too,” you confess softly, voice trembling. “i used to lie in bed at night and touch myself thinking about you. even when we were younger. felt so guilty. couldn’t help it, caleb.”
caleb makes a broken sound and kisses you harder, keeping one hand on your face, thumb stroking your cheek, refusing to let you look away from him.
“i love you,” he whispers shakily against your mouth. “i’ve loved you for so long it hurts. i tried to be good. i tried so fucking hard.”
“i love you, too,” you breathe, legs tightening around him. “always, always love you.”
caleb’s breath trembles against your lips. his hands roam restlessly over your skin, sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you arch into him with a soft moan. he drinks the sound straight from your mouth, tongue gliding against yours, wet and greedy, like he can’t get enough of the taste of you.
he shifts slightly, guiding one of your legs up and over his shoulder. the new angle lets him sink even deeper, and both of you moan into the kiss at the same time, tongues tangling messily as the pleasure sharpens. his hips pick up a little more pace, still slow but heavier now, each thrust dragging along every sensitive spot inside you.
“caleb,” you gasp between kisses, nails digging into his back, scratching down hard. “please, m’gonna—”
he shudders violently when you cum, walls clamping tight around his cock. a sob tears from his throat as he feels you pulsing around him, your nails dragging red lines down his skin. his forehead drops to yours, eyes glassy with tears while he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, cock grinding deep and desperate, chasing his own release.
“shit, shit, shit—” he chokes out. tears slip down his cheeks as he fucks you through it, hips stuttering, mouth finding yours again in a messy, tear-soaked kiss. “i love—fuck—i can't, baby, please—”
with a shattered moan, he buries himself as deep as he can go, body trembling on top of you as he cums hard. thick, warm pulses of cum gushes inside you while he sobs softly into your mouth, hips grinding slow and lazy like he never wants to leave. his hands stay on your face, thumbs brushing away your tears as he kisses you through every aftershock, bodies pressed so close there’s no space left between you.
he stays buried deep inside you afterward, arms wrapped tight around your smaller frame, face hidden in your neck as you both tremble and try to catch your breath. his cock twitches inside you, warm and full, while he presses the gentlest kisses to your skin like he’s trying to apologize and thank you at the same time.
finally, with a shaky breath, he pulls out. the wet pop of his cock leaving your pussy makes you both whine. he shivers at the loss of your warm walls hugging him, eyes fluttering as he looks down at the mess he left between your thighs. for a moment he just stares, breathing hard, like the sight of his cum leaking out of you is almost too much to handle.
he leans down and kisses your forehead, slow and tender, before slipping out of bed. he pads quietly to the bathroom and comes back with a warm, damp cloth. he climbs back onto the bed, settles between your legs again, and starts cleaning you up with careful swipes. the cloth is gentle between your thighs, wiping away the mix of both of you while he murmurs soft apologies against your skin.
“m’sorry. so sorry, pips, i—” he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. he helps you sit up and gently pulls your nightgown back over your head, smoothing it down your body with reverent hands. he keeps thanking you quietly as he does it—“thank you for letting me have you. thank you for trusting me,”—pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.
the old fan in caleb’s room turns in slow circles above you both, pushing warm night air across the bed like it’s trying to cool something that refuses to be cooled. you’re sitting cross-legged on his mattress, a little ways from him, picking at a loose thread on your sleep shorts. the question has been sitting on your tongue for nearly fifteen minutes now.
you finally blurt it out, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. “caleb, if he tries to kiss me tomorrow night… what am i supposed to do?”
he goes perfectly still. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is the low mechanical hum of the fan. inside his chest, something sharp and ugly coils tight. some stupid guy leaning in, thinking he has any right to taste you? the image makes caleb’s jaw ache. he forces his voice to stay even, almost lazy.
“you don’t have to do a single thing,” he says carefully. “consent matters more than anything else. there’s no timer on this stuff. if you’re not ready, you tell him no. he can deal with it or he can leave. simple.”
you nod, but your fingers keep worrying the thread. “i know. i just… what if i want to kiss him? what if i’m awful at it and i make it awkward?”
caleb’s hand tightens around the blanket beside his thigh. he stares at the far wall for several heartbeats, breathing slow through his nose. “you’re not going to be awful,” he says, quieter.
“but how do i know for sure?” you look up at him, eyes wide and genuinely anxious. “i’ve never kissed anyone. not like… properly. i don’t wanna mess it up.”
another long, heavy silence stretches between you. he rubs a hand down his face, then drops it. “you really want advice?”
you nod, chewing the inside of your cheek. he exhales, “i could show you. just the basics. so you’re not overthinking it tomorrow.”
your heart stutters hard. heat floods your face. deep down, yes — you have wanted this for longer than you would ever admit out loud, but you keep your voice small. “just practice? like… a couple of kisses? nothing weird?”
caleb’s eyes flick to your mouth, then away. “yeah. just practice.”
he shifts closer on the bed until your knees are almost brushing. the space between you suddenly feels fragile, like it might shatter if either of you breathes wrong. “okay,” he murmurs. “first one is easy. no pressure at all.”
he leans in with agonizing slowness, giving you every chance to pull back. his lips brush yours in the gentlest, softest peck. barely any pressure. just warmth. he lingers for two full seconds, then eases away.
you touch your own lips without thinking. “um… where should i put my hands?”
“wherever feels natural,” he answers, gaze steady on you. “my shoulders. my chest. you can even leave them in your lap if you want. no rules.”
you hesitate, then rest your hands lightly on his shoulders. the muscle under your palms is warm and tense.
“good,” he praises softly. “want to try it again?”
you nod, and this time, the kiss lasts three seconds. his lips are fuller, warmer. when he pulls back, you feel yourself leaning forward the tiniest bit, mouth chasing his.
“was that better?” you whisper.
“yeah,” his voice has a new roughness under it. “you’re doing fine. want to try tilting your head just a little?”
“can you show me how?”
he lifts one hand, slow, and cups your jaw with careful fingers, tilting your head a fraction. the next kiss is still closed-mouth, but it lingers longer. five seconds. you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. when he finally draws back, his thumb strokes once along your cheekbone.
“better?” he asks.
your pulse is louder in your ears now. “yeah… one more? just so i remember the angle?”
caleb’s eyes have gone darker. he wets his bottom lip without meaning to. “alright,” he says. “one more.”
his lips part the smallest amount against yours. you feel the brief, warm touch of his tongue against your lower lip before he catches himself and pulls back, breathing a little harder.
“sorry,” he murmurs, forehead almost touching yours. “that’s… we don’t have to go there if you’re not comfortable. he better not be kissing you like that on the first date.”
you’re quiet for a long second, heart hammering so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. then, barely louder than a breath, “show me anyway?”
caleb’s eyes darken another shade. he stays perfectly still for several heartbeats, like he’s giving you one last chance to take it back. when you don’t, he exhales shakily and cups your jaw again, thumb stroking slow along your cheek. “okay,” he murmurs. “just a little.”
this time, when he leans in, his lips part against yours right away. the kiss is still gentle, but wetter. warmer. his tongue brushes your bottom lip in a slow, deliberate swipe, asking for permission. you part your lips without thinking and he slips inside, just the tip of his tongue touching yours—soft, careful, testing.
he pulls back after only a few seconds, forehead resting against yours, breathing a little heavier. “like that,” he whispers. “not too much at once. you okay?”
you nod, dazed, hands tightening on his shoulders. “uh huh. kiss me again? don’t think i’m getting it.”
caleb lets out a quiet, strained sound that might have been a laugh, his thumb still stroking your cheek like he can’t stop touching you. “sure, pips. again.”
he kisses you once more, open-mouthed from the start. this time, his tongue slides against yours more confidently. slow, warm, exploring, the kiss is wetter than the last, lips sliding together with soft, obscene little sounds. when he tilts his head the other way and deepens it, you make a tiny involuntary noise into his mouth.
he pulls back again, barely an inch, lips still brushing yours. “good?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“mhm,” you pant against his lips. “what do i do with my tongue? i feel like i’m just sitting there.”
his eyes flutter half-closed. “you can move it too. lick into my mouth. play with mine. whatever feels good.”
you hesitate, then lean in yourself this time. it’s clumsy at first, but he meets you halfway, letting you explore. tongues sliding, slow and curious. he groans softly when you shyly lick into his mouth, the sound vibrating against your lips. when you break apart again, your faces are only inches away, both of you breathing harder. a thin string of spit connects your bottom lips for a second before it breaks. you lean in for more before you can overthink it.
he pulls you a little closer by the waist this time, until your knees are pressed against his thigh. the next kiss is deeper, slower, filthier. his tongue strokes against yours in long, deliberate slides. lips suck gently, then harder. the wet sounds of your mouths moving together fill the quiet room as the kisses start to blur into one another.
every time you pull back to breathe, he follows—chasing your mouth, sucking on your lower lip, licking back inside like he can’t stand even a second apart. his hand stays cupped around your jaw, thumb stroking, while the other rests heavy on your hip. you’re both flushed, both breathing through your noses because neither wants to stop long enough to pull away properly. the kisses grow messier, spit-slick and desperate. soft little whimpers slip from you between kisses and he answers every one with a low groan, tongues tangled.
caleb tilts his head the other way and kisses you even deeper, tongue sliding and curling against yours in filthy, rhythmic strokes. spit coats your lips, drips down your chin onto his. you’re both a mess and neither of you cares. you just keep licking into each other’s mouths like you’ve been starving for this exact taste for years.
he groans long and low when you suck on his tongue in return. the sound is so raw it makes you clench around nothing. he pulls you fully into his lap, hands gripping your hips as he kisses you like he’s been dying for the chance to for years. your tongues slide and curl in long, wet strokes, lips smacking obscenely with every tilt of your heads. he sucks on your tongue, licks deep into your mouth, groans low and broken when you do the same. your hands are tangled in his hair, tugging gently, and he answers by rocking you against his thigh, the hard line of his cock pressing against you through his sweatpants while he keeps devouring you.
when you finally break apart, you’re both panting hard, foreheads pressed together, lips shiny and swollen and connected by thick strands of spit. caleb’s eyes are nearly black, his breathing ragged. he brushes his thumb over your wet bottom lip, voice hoarse and wrecked. “think you’ve practiced enough for tomorrow?”
you don’t answer right away. you lean in and press one last kiss to his mouth, tongues swirling one final time before you pull back.
caleb stares at you, chest heaving, like he’s two seconds from dragging you back in. “did so good, pips,” he whispers, thumb still stroking your lip. “you’re gonna do just fine tomorrow.”
virgin!caleb cries the moment he’s finally inside you. a shaky cry catches in his throat, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks before he can stop them. he’s nestled deep inside you, thick and pulsing, while your walls squeeze around him so tight it makes his head spin. his hands grip the undersides of your thighs hard enough to bruise, fingers digging in as he tries to keep from cumming on the spot.
“feels s’good, baby,” he whimpers into the crook of your neck, voice cracking between hiccups and soft moans. “too good—ngh—g-gonna cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that—”
his spit and tears smear across your skin as he hides his face there, too overwhelmed to trust himself to come out and face you. when he presses your thigh higher up your chest, the new angle lets him sink even deeper. the head of his cock bumps right against your cervix and he shudders violently, another broken sob leaving him.
he can’t stop kissing you. open-mouthed and messy, he trails wet kisses between your breasts, nips at your neck, then finds your lips again like he’ll die if he doesn’t. after years of wanting, of holding back, he finally has you wrapped around him and he’s greedy for every inch of you—tongue, teeth, breath, all of it.
“waited so long for this,” he mumbles against your mouth, hips twitching as he fights not to cum too fast. “love you. love you sooo much—”
the first slow thrust drags out of you like molasses, thick and heavy, pulling a wrecked little sound from deep in his chest. “oh god, pips—” he hiccups, forehead pressed to yours, eyes glassy and wet. “you’re so warm. so fucking tight around me.”
his hips roll again, devastatingly slow, letting you feel every inch as he sinks back in. his hands roam everywhere, squeezing your thighs, sliding up to grip your waist, one palm dragging up to cup your breast and thumb across your nipple like he needs to touch all of you at once.
“been dreamin’ about this every night,” he babbles against your lips between thrusts, voice all cracked and sweet. “for years, pips. thought about how you’d feel, how you’d sound—fuck, ’s so much better than i imagined. squeezin’ me so good i can’t think straight—”
another slow, deep grind has the head of his cock kissing your cervix again and his breath hitches hard. tears keep slipping down his cheeks, mixing with the sweat on his skin as he mouths at your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach. one hand slides down between you, clumsy but eager, thumb brushing over your clit in messy little circles while he keeps that torturously slow pace.
“tell me it feels good for you, too,” he pleads softly, hips rolling deep again, voice breaking on a moan. “please—need to hear you, baby.”
your praise hits him like lightning, “feels s’good, ’leb,” and he moans shamelessly against your neck, loud and broken, hips stuttering hard as fresh tears slip down his cheeks.
“swear?” he whimpers, voice wrecked and hopeful, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. “just wanna make you feel good. been waitin’ so long to make you cum on me like this.”
he gets this look in his eyes, like nothing else exists except you and the way your body reacts to him. his thumb keeps circling your clit in tighter, faster strokes while his cock drags slow and heavy against that perfect spot inside you. his other hand stays on your thigh, spreading you wider so he can watch every inch disappear inside you. “wanna feel you. wanna watch you fall apart on my cock. please—need it so bad.”
when you finally tip over the edge, clenching hard around him, caleb’s soul practically leaves his body. his eyes go wide, lips parted in a silent gasp as he watches you cum—really watches, drinking in every twitch, every flutter, every broken sound that leaves your mouth. a raw, choked moan rips out of him, like the sight alone is enough to ruin him forever.
“oh fuck—baby, you’re milkin’ me,” his voice cracks, hips losing rhythm as he fucks you through it, slow and deep and greedy. the second your orgasm starts to fade he’s begging, voice hoarse and desperate. “can i—? please let me cum, please—can’t hold it anymore. been soooo good for you, please—”
the moment you nod fervently, he shatters. his whole body locks up as he buries himself to the hilt, a broken sob tearing from his throat while thick ropes of cum flood you. “thank you—thank you, baby—fuck, thank you—” he keeps chanting it like a prayer, hips jerking with every pulse, tears streaming down his face as he presses sloppy, grateful kisses all over your mouth, your cheeks, your neck. “thank you for lettin’ me have you. thank you, thank you—”
he collapses on top of you, still buried deep, trembling and panting, arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go. soft little thank you’s keep slipping out between kisses against your skin while his heart hammers against yours.
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