you've known this for a while, but it's never been more apparent than right now, with him sprawled on his bed, that infuriatingly cocky smirk plastered across his stupidly handsome face.
"come on," he says, voice dripping with condescension as he leans back against the headboard. "you really think you could take control? during a makeout?"
he laughs like the idea is absurd. "pips, you're way too soft for that. too sweet."
his eyes gleam with challenge, that teasing glint that's always gotten under your skin. he's so sure of himself, so convinced that he's the one who calls the shots. always has been. the way he towers over you, the way he pins you down, the way he makes you whimper his name. he thinks that's just how it is. how it'll always be.
"i dare you," he continues, leaning forward now, close enough that you can smell his cologne. "try to control me. i bet you couldn't even if you wanted to."
something snaps inside you.
his smirk widens. "yeah?"
before he can say anything else, you're on him. your lips crash against his, and for a moment, he responds eagerly, his hands coming up to grip your waist like he always does. but then you bite his lower lip.. hard enough to make him gasp and you pull back just slightly, your hand sliding up to grip his jaw.
"ground rules," you murmur against his mouth. "you don't touch me unless i say so. you don't cum unless i let you. and you definitely don't talk back. got it?"
his eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across his features before that cocky mask slides back into place. "sure, whatever you say."
"good boy," you purr, and you feel him shudder beneath you.
thirty minutes later, caleb is absolutely falling apart.
his cock is an angry, desperate red in your hand, the tip leaking steadily as you pump him with slow, deliberate strokes. your fresh manicure, pretty pink nails that you'd gotten done just yesterday it looks absolutely sinful wrapped around his length, and you can't help but admire the view as you work him over.
"please," he gasps, his voice cracking. "please, i can't- fuck, i need..”
"shh," you coo, tightening your grip at the base of his cock, holding him firmly as you lean down and drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft. slowly. agonisinglyy slowly. from base to tip, savoring the way he jerks and writhes beneath you.
"oh god," he moans, his hands fisting in the sheets. you'd told him not to touch you, and to his praise, he's obeyed. but it's clearly killing him. his knuckles are white, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.
you've been at this for half an hour now, and you haven't let him cum once. every time he gets closeand you can tell, from the way his breathing hitches, the way his thighs tense, the way his cock pulses in your hand. you stop and squeeze the base firmly, denying him that release, and then you start all over again.
his cock is so sensitive now, so irritated from your relentless teasing, that even the lightest touch makes him gasp. the head is flushed dark, almost purple, and there's a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip that you lap up with kitten licks, humming appreciatively at the taste.
"you're so mean," he whimpers, and there are actual tears gathering in his eyes now. "please, please let me cum. i'll do anything. anything."
you pull back, releasing his cock entirely, and he lets out a desperate, broken sound that goes straight between your legs. his hips buck up uselessly, seeking friction that isn't there, and you can't help but smile.
"anything?" you ask, tilting your head. "that's a big promise, caleb."
"i mean it," he sobs. "please. i need it so bad. it hurts."
you lean down again, your breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh, and he jerks violently, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. you haven't even touched him yet, and he's already losing it.
"remember what you said earlier?" you murmur, pressing a feather-light kiss to the tip of his cock. he shudders, his whole body going tense. "about how i was too pussy to control you?"
another kiss, this one to the side of his shaft. his legs are shaking now, trembling uncontrollably.
"i- i didn't- fuck, please-“
you pull back, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, your lips forming a perfect pout. "am i still too pussy to control you, caleb?"
the tears spill over then, tracking down his flushed cheeks as he shakes his head frantically. "no. no, you're not. you're.. god, you're so good at this. so good. please."
his voice breaks on the last word, and you feel a surge of satisfaction so intense it's almost dizzying. this is caleb cocky, arrogant, always-in-control caleb. reduced to a sobbing, begging mess beneath you. all because of you.
you decide to have mercy on him. just a little.
"do you want it?" you ask softly, your hand hovering just above his cock. "do you want to cum, pipsqueak?”
"yes!" the word bursts out of him like a prayer. "yes, yes, yes, please. please let me cum. i need it. i need you. please."
he's sobbing openly now, his chest heaving with desperate breaths, and every time you so much as move your hand closer, his body jerks involuntarily. he's so wound up, so desperate, that you know it won't take much.
"okay," you whisper, and before he can process the word, you're on him.
your mouth engulfs his cock, taking him deep, and the sound he makes is so sweet it’s almost inhuman. your tongue works along his length as you bob your head, sucking hard, and his hips buck up involuntarily, driving himself deeper into your throat. you let him, relaxing your jaw, taking everything he has to give.
"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh-" his words dissolve into incoherent moans as you increase your pace, your hand pumping what your mouth can't reach. his legs jerk up, his thighs clamping around your head, and you know he's right there, right on the edge-
not completely, just enough that your lips are barely brushing the tip of his cock, and that's all it takes. caleb lets out a broken, desperate groan as he loses control completely, his cock pulsing as he cums hard, thick ropes of white painting his chest and stomach. it goes on and on, his whole body convulsing with the force of his orgasm, and you watch with satisfaction as he falls apart.
when he finally stops, he collapses back against the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed and unfocused. there are still tear tracks on his cheeks, and his cock gives one last weak twitch before going soft.
you crawl up his body, careful not to smear the mess on his chest, and lean down to whisper in his ear.
he lets out a weak, breathless laugh, and you grin, pressing a kiss to his temple.
yeah. caleb is lowkey a loser.