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♛ — touching with choso on facetime

reworked version of another fic

choso miss you so fucking much that his heart aches.

when you’re not around, it’s like someone’s pulled the plug on his energy. his body feels heavier, like he’s got weights on his shoulders. his head feels foggier, and things just aren’t clear. his body gets all sore and his throat feels raw and scratchy.

safe to say, choso tries to avoid being separated from you at all costs.

this time it’s different though—for what reason, he’s unsure.

when you’re away, he normally finds himself awakening with a maddening headache, or an anxiety-induced stomachache.

but instead, he just feels himself throbbing, pulsing like never before in pure, unbridled want for you. his desire for you creates a heat that snakes over his entire body, engulfing him in invisible flames until he’s practically sweating.

he tugs his shirt away from his neck with his pointer finger in a meaningless attempt to alleviate the heat. was he imagining the temperature increase? the ache between his legs?

eying his phone, he reaches for the device and clasps it like it’s his lifeline. his shaky hands threaten to drop the device at any second as he types out a quick message:

you there?

he sighs in relief at the sight of a small text bubble forming at the bottom of his screen.

‘cho, what’s up?

he hesitates for a moment. you’re busy, surely. when are you not? was it okay for him to be a little selfish?

from your end of the screen, his text bubble disappears and reappears several times over before a simple message comes through:

i need you

your ringtone blares immediately. an incoming facetime call? your finger hesitates over the green answer button, but you pick up.

you’re not really sure what you expected to see when you picked up the phone, but the last thing you expected to flash across your screen was choso, dick in hand, stroking lazily.

your face immediately flushes beet red. “you—”

“i’m sorry, princess,” he whines, eyes pleading with you for forgiveness. “i just need you so bad—fuck— i couldn’t stand the heat,” his pants and whines resonate through your phone speakers, sending a pang of arousal to your core.

as his hand makes those like shlick! shlick! sounds around his length, he bites his lip, just admiring you from his screen. “you’re—aah—so fucking pretty…” he angles his phone screen to show you more of his chiseled abs.

“just watch me, you don’t have to touch…” he whines as his thumb rolls over his cock head languidly.

he’s too late though, because you’ve already let your pretty little hand snake down your shorts into your panties. “but ‘cho, look… ‘m doing it too…” you let out a slow, shaky breath, propping your phone up so he can see you.

his mouth falls open in awe at the sight of your back raising up off the bed as you rub yourself messily.

your dainty fingers circle your clit beneath your underwear, and when you get tired of feeling restricted, you lift your hips and slide them off gently.

at this point, choso is practically panting—a sweaty mess just from watching you pleasure yourself. he tightens his grip around his length, dragging his hand at that agonizingly perfect pace.

“fuh—, i don’t think i can hold it for much longer,” he whines, eyes glued to the image of your gorgeous body on his screen.

“me too, ‘cho, so close…” you let out a sweet little sigh with a heave of your chest, and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge.

breath quickening, he pumps faster until he releases his sticky spend over his hands, vision reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. his head tips back and he chokes out a couple of blissful moans all while keeping his eyes on you.

you’re reaching your own peak, plunging your fingers into your wetness, prodding that spot that makes you feel so good.

your vision blurs, and you feel yourself climaxing. overwhelmed by the strength of the sensation, your thighs clamp together instinctively as your body rides the aftershocks of pleasure.

soon enough, you find yourself staring at choso through the screen, his deep eyes staring right back at you in a kind of silly way.

“you’re amazing.”

“i know,” you giggle. “you too, y’know.” you shuffle further underneath your blanket.

“but let’s, uh, plan this next time though, yeah?” you tease with a crooked smile.

choso flushes beet red. “of course, princess.”

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♛ — learning more than english with nanami but make it FREAKY! (repost)

wc: 1.8k

“Mr. Nanami, why is this sentence wrong?”

“Pay attention, now,” he gruffs, pointing to the end of your paragraph.

“When you write with a hyphen, it’s not the same as a dash. If you were trying to show that this was a compound word, it would be hyphenated. But, because this is a break in thought, an em dash is appropriate.”

You click the dash button on your keyboard twice.

“No, that’s wrong. That’s an en dash. It’s used for date ranges. Try again.” His voiced was laced with annoyance, as the entirety of your tutoring session had been filled with—what he considered to be—simple, careless mistakes.

“Well, it looks the same to me,” you pout. “I don’t care anymore.” You spin yourself around in your rolling chair, head lolling back lazily.

“We’ve been over this. It’s important to properly punctuate your sentences. Your teacher will deduct points for these kinds of errors.”

“I’m not worried about deductions, Mr. Nanami,” you quip sharply. “I can take a couple of bad grades, anyway.”

“Then why would you ask me to review your papers?” He glares at you incredulously, clearly sick of your shenanigans.

You merely shrug. Raising up out of your chair, you grab your leather messenger bag and shut your laptop, preparing to walk out.

“Get back here,” Nanami hisses, pulling you back towards him by the wrist. What the fuck is his problem now?

“If you don’t want to fail, you are going to listen to me very closely, do you understand?” You've never seen him so upset in all your years of knowing this man. His face wears a mean scowl, jaw taught.

Quietly, you nod as a shiver shoots down your spine.

“Today,” he sighs, “You will learn to listen to me.” Settling in his chair, he pats his thigh simply. Are you supposed to bend over his lap?

“You’ve got five seconds,” he deadpans. Scrambling over to him, you lean over his knees, face down. Cheeks littered with blush, you can only laugh at the fact that Nanami’s got you in the exact same position that you received punishments in as a child.

Shamelessly, he lifts your skirt up, revealing your bare backside. “No panties?” He scoffs at you, making you feel absolutely minuscule. Obviously, you didn’t mean to leave the house without underwear.

But you knew Nanami would never believe you. So, you clench your mouth shut in pure embarrassment, trying not to make things even worse for yourself.

“Well, now I know what you expected to learn from this tutoring session,” Nanami mocks. Gigantic hands rubbing over your cheeks, Nanami pulls you apart, stretching the supple skin of your ass. And, just as quickly, his palm lands three loud slaps against your butt, sending searing pain through your body.

You yelp in surprise, stunned that he was even capable of such a thing. But, after a few seconds, arousal replaces that pain. Squeezing your thighs together, you can only hope he hasn’t noticed that you’re getting wet… but it’s already too late for that.

“Bad girl, aren’t you? Getting aroused from this?” He flicks his finger across your slick hole, observing every square inch of your core with cold precision.

“Can’t even control yourself can you…?” He trails off as he slips a finger inside, dragging a delicious moan from your lips. “So warm,” Nanami mutters to himself, pushing his finger in deeper, past the second knuckle.

“Ah—Mr. Nanami…!” You whine, completely abandoning your shame. He chuckles, swirling his finger in tight circles, but not quite thrusting into you. He found it just fascinating how wet and sticky your cunt got just from you leaning over his lap. “Don’t tease me," you whisper. “I need more.” You try to thrust back into his finger, but he firmly grips your behind.

“Stop that. If you want me to make you feel good, you’re going to have to ask politely. Stop acting like such a fucking brat.” A crisp silence descends upon the room. You would rather eat dirt than give this man the satisfaction of hearing you beg for his fingers. So you keep quiet, believing you'll still get your way. However, Nanami has other plans.

With his free hand, he reaches for a fistful of your hair, making you arch your back towards him. He cranes down, lips pressed against your ear, and he whispers silently, “If you don’t ask for permission right this second, I’m going to leave you in here with your aching cunt and you’ll have to handle this yourself.” So, needless to say, you’re hurridly whimpering out your most polite “Pleaseeee, Mr. Nanami, fuck me good with your fingers.”

And with that, Nanami adds another finger, palm slapping angrily against your clit as he pumps his fingers into you relentlessly. All you can do is call his name, gripping onto his pants leg for some kind of stability.

“Nanami, feels s’good…!” You’re practically drooling at this point, and he’s loving every second of it. “Look at that, you’re being such a good girl now. Looks like all you needed was for me to put you in your place," He hums in satisfaction.

You attempt to nod your head yes, but when Nanami brushes his rough fingers against your g-spot, you’re nearly climaxing. “Mmph—cumming,” You slur messily, barely able to string your words together.

“Not yet,” he quips, drawing his fingers out of you with a messy squelch. “Get on your knees for me.”

Suddenly feeling dejected, and desperately aching for more, you obey. Nanami stands up, untucking his crisp blue shirt, methodically unbuckling his belt. Your fingers reach for his pants zipper to help, but he clicks his tongue. “No hands, or we’re done,” he glares down at you.

Eyes shifting nervously, you lean in closer to his clothed bulge. It’s practically radiating heat. Opening your mouth gently, you let your teeth grasp the zipper, pulling it down slowly as your nose drags against his cock. He groans softly, “Fuck,” and you can’t help but feel a little proud. “Boxers, too,” he motions towards his crotch. Hesitantly, you latch your teeth onto the waistband, dragging them down.

His cock springs out, slapping against your cheek. Slowly, you look up, and you notice Nanami’s face—he’s wearing an expression of pure lust and desire. “Open,” his voice is so smooth it almost sounds like an incantation, and if it is—you’re completely helpless to stop him.

You let your jaw hang slack, opening your mouth like the perfect good girl for him. Gripping his length, Nanami lines up with your lips, pushing past the warm wetness slowly.

“Shit,” he hisses out as his cock disappears inside your mouth. He’s big, but you’re taking him perfectly, lips pressed all the way up against the base. “Don’t move,” he huffs, thrusting into your warm mouth. His hips snap into your lips recklessly, using you almost like you’re his personal fleshlight.

“Attagirl, let me fuck your throat just like this,” he groans heavily as a bead of sweat runs down his forehead. His thrusts are so forceful; all you can do is sputter and gag through his unforgiving pace, trying to make sure your jaw doesn't lock up from his sheer girth.

Greedily, he continues fucking your throat, tugging at your hair to get himself even deeper. He moans wantonly, opening his mouth to speak: “Oh fuck—you’d better rub your cunt right now, because you’re not going to cum after I finish.” You merely nod around his cock, swallowing his salty precum, fingers delving underneath your skirt.

As your fingers find your swollen clit, you moan around his cock, and Nanami fucks your throat even harder in response, practically unraveling at the vibrations. “Shit—I’m close,” he sighs, head thrown back as he pushes even deeper into your velvety throat, causing you to gag yet again. You’re faring no better, thighs quivering as you get dangerously close to your orgasm.

Desperate to finish before Nanami does, you slip your two longest fingers inside your wetness, pumping your fingers as fast as you can. Nanami looks down at your sweet expression as his hips thrust into your soft mouth, noticing how close you are.

“Yes, that's right—cum for me while I'm using your throat like this—” And that's all it takes to send you over the edge, reeling from the brute force of your own orgasm.

Watching you melt into pure pleasure, Nanami finally spills all of his hot, sticky sperm right down your throat, still fucking himself into your mouth as he cums. He still doesn't pull out, holding your head in place for a few seconds as he comes down from his climax.

Feeling satisfied, Nanami releases his grip, sliding his cock out of your mouth with a soft pop. After all of the tension and excitement dies down, you're left staring at each other with the most ghastly expressions as the weight of what you've done finally sinks in.

Nanami rubs his temples as you look up at him innocently, trying to create some sort of plan in his mind, literally anything that would help him figure out what to do from here. Much to his dismay, he realizes that he has no idea what to do with you anymore.

“My god, you will be the death of me one day, I swear—”

Suddenly, a knock resonates through the wooden door of the study room. A young girl on the other side of the door alerts the two of you politely; "Excuse me, your allotted time for this study room has elapsed. Please return the room keys to the front desk immediately." Her footsteps recede silently, and you let out a small sigh of relief.

Nanami frantically pulls up his clothes, attempting to look half decent. It's no use though—his hair is damp with sweat, his dress shirt is all crumpled up at the bottom, and his pants legs are wrinkled from pooling around his ankles.

Unsurprisingly, your forehead is also littered with sweat, and your knees are bright red from where Nanami had you on your knees. As the two of you finish dressing and tidying up, it's painfully obvious that you've been fucking.

We're a pitiful pair, you think absentmindedly.

"That was the least productive study session I've ever participated in," Nanami laughs out, trying his best to lighten the mood.

“Or was it?” You giggle playfully. The two of you gather your bags, heading for the door.

"Next week, you'll tutor me at my place. My table is bigger, anyway."

Nanami glances at you, eyebrow cocked up. "Is that right?" he questions, voice laced with amusement.

"Obviously."

♛ 𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.ᐟ

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♛ — going raw with nerdjo!!

you’ve talked with satoru about doing it without protection many times before. you’re both freaks—there’s just something about the thought of having nothing in between you two, something so tantalizing and wrong.

it’s risky. you know that. he knows that. that’s why you promised each other to keep it a fantasy and nothing more. squash the desire into a box and keep it there.

but now you two are alone with each other in your house for the first time in months, and of course he doesn’t have a condom.

so at first, the two of you settle for grinding. “well, we don’t have to put it in,” satoru mumbles, pushing his boxers down before yanking your panties off. you nod quickly. “of course not.”

you push toru onto your pink duvet, straddling him with practiced ease. he hisses as your slick comes into contact with his shaft. peering up at you with those striking eyes and that tussled, platinum hair of his, he fixes his glasses, opening his pretty mouth to speak.

“um, just don’t—let it go in, y’know…” his voice trails off as you envelop him in a warm, frantic kiss, hips grinding against him like your body’s on autopilot.

a whine escapes his lips into the air and he grips the bedsheet beside him. feeling you like this has him reeling; you’re all warm and wet and sticky, needy for him just like you should be.

“ohhh—” he whines out. “love feeling your pretty pussy with my dick, love it soo much.” you rest your palm against his flushed cheek, smiling down at him. “i know, baby, it feels so—hah—perfect.”

a sudden hint of determination flashes across his face and his hands fly to your rear, grounding you into him deeper. fiery pleasure wells up in your core and you gasp out.

“oh fuck toru, feels so good,” you let your body flop down on top of his, head resting in the crook of his neck as he greedily helps you grind into him.

“uhm, i bet you’d come real fast if we put it in—just a little, i mean,” he pants out, voice expectant and wanting.

“oh baby, i know… but we can’t,” you stamp sweet kisses on to his temple. his lip quivers a little. “yeah but, i wouldn’t come, not inside. really, i mean it,” he whispers faintly.

fuck, you promised yourself you wouldn’t give in to this. but the way gojo looks now, all disheveled and messy and desperate for you? there’s no way you could resist without losing your sanity.

“okay,” you coo, pushing yourself up to look at him directly.

his motions pause, almost like his body is in disbelief of your agreement. “o—okay what?” wild, dazed eyes stare back at you. his glasses slip down his nose a little.

“okay as in, you can put it in.” you flush a little. something about saying this out loud seems a bit ridiculous. but nevertheless, satoru’s face explodes into a smile.

in mere seconds, he has you flipped onto your back, legs slung over his shoulders haphazardly. heart pounding wildly, he takes you in, letting his fingers find their way to your dripping entrance.

“mm—my dick’s gonna go right here, s’gonna fill you up so good, with no condom,” he pushes his finger in, knuckle deep. you yelp in response.

“thank you,” he whispers out, finally entering you at an excruciating pace. as soon as he feels himself inside of your warm, puffy cunt, his eyes fly open, all wide. your insides feel unreal. his knees buckle from the sheer heat and slickness of your walls.

you feel unreal, yourself. mouth open in a silent scream, you try to process a million sensations at once; the pressure of toru inside you, the veins and ridges of his shaft, the warmth of it all.

his forehead falls down to yours. “fuck, baby—we’re gonna have to be careful so that I don’t get—mm—addicted to this.” you shake your head agreeably, but you already have a feeling it’s too late.

#needthat

♛ 𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.ᐟ

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i js wanted to say>-< ur writing... is so scrumdiliyumyum and like... yah🥺🥺🥺😩🙂‍↕️

OMG HI i’m so glad you think so :DDD lwk fell off but i’m so back now 😽😽😽

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♛ — caleb gifts you a plushie… for nefarious reasons!!

(insp by one of bloomingva’s audios)

you’re laying in your bed on your back, scrolling aimlessly. you’ve got on a cute grey pj set with little bows on the hem, perfectly comfy for a day in.

just as you’re snorting at a short video of a baby slapping its sibling, caleb turns your bedroom door handle and steps in with a huge white plastic bag. it’s suspiciously full.

“pips, got you a gift,” he beams, shaking the bag a bit.

your eyes widen in surprise as you push yourself up to your knees. “aww, what is it?” you coo, leaning forward on your palms.

“you’ll never guess,” he chuckles, pulling a fat, squishy pink plushie from the crinkly bag. the corners of your mouth turn up, and you let out a small giggle.

“oh ‘leb, it’s adorable!” scooting towards the edge of your bed, you outstretch your arms towards the pink ball of fluff.

caleb gently pushes the plushie towards you, letting you nuzzle your face into its softness a bit. you breathe in deep, letting your chest rise and fall.

“smells like you,” you hum quietly.

“yeah, I put some of my cologne on it,” he tears his eyes away from yours sheepishly. before you can ask any questions, he interjects.

“try sitting on it pips, you can really feel the softness that way,” he plops the plushie on your mattress, gesturing you towards it expectantly.

“oh, really?” you perk up naively. “alright, I’ll try it.”

you push yourself away from the ledge of your bed towards the plushie. it’s got a goofy, cartoonish face with a sideways smile. pretty cute. locking eyes with caleb and giving him a gentle grin, you sit yourself down on the oversized stuffie.

“oh!” your eyebrows jolt upwards. “it does feel softer this way.”

“yeah, see? but look pips—you can’t really feel it that way,” he steps closer to the bed, looming over you. reaching down to adjust your legs, he helps you move them so that you’re practically straddling the thing. and then he lightly pushes your hips down, causing the plush to press right against the warmth of your core.

a wave of heat flushes across your face and you yelp a little. “well, I guess I really can feel it better like this, too…” your voice trails off as you peer up into his deep eyes.

and all of a sudden, you become brutally aware of the sensation between your legs. the fabric rubbing against you, soft but just firm enough to create a little friction. you subconsciously wiggle your hips down, grinding into the plushie’s softness.

and once you’ve realized what you’re doing, you turn bright scarlet, racing to explain yourself. “caleb—I—!”

he cups your face in his rough hands, unintentionally silencing you. “it’s okay pips, I know you play like this when I’m away.” when your lips tremble in response, he follows up with a quick, “—and I love that.”

you nod silently, slightly embarrassed by the thought of caleb knowing your habits. “it’s okay, i promise. it feels good, i get it.” his voice tapers off as he lets his eyes wander over your body.

he lets his eyes sink in the way the fabric of your pj top stretches across your breasts; the way it leaves a sliver of the supple flesh of your stomach naked.

he leans down close to you, letting his warm breath fan across the side of your neck and the tip of your ear.

“i can help you pips, if you’d like that.”

you haven’t managed to choke out a whisper, but caleb kneels down on your bed with you, resting his palms on each side of your waist. he draws your body in closer to his, dragging your hips so that you’re rutting against the plushie.

you let out a whimper, and he simply smiles.

“that’s my baby, let’s make you feel good, yeah?”

a/n: senior year is whooping my ASS…. pray for a girl ok

♛ 𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.ᐟ

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♛ — touching with caleb on facetime; not proofread!

caleb miss you so fucking much that his heart aches.

when you’re not around, it’s like someone’s pulled the plug on his energy. his body feels heavier, like he’s got weights on his shoulders. his head feels foggier, and things just aren’t clear. his body gets all sore and his throat feels raw and scratchy.

safe to say, caleb tries to avoid being separated from you at all costs.

this time it’s different though—for what reason, he’s unsure.

when you’re away, he normally finds himself awakening with a maddening headache, or an anxiety-induced stomachache.

but instead, he just feels himself throbbing, pulsing like never before in pure, unbridled want for you. his desire for you creates a heat that snakes over his entire body, engulfing him in invisible flames until he’s practically sweating.

he tugs his shirt away from his neck with his pointer finger in a meaningless attempt to alleviate the heat. was he imagining the temperature increase? the ache between his legs?

eying his phone, he reaches for the device and clasps it like it’s his lifeline. his shaky hands threaten to drop the device at any second as he types out a quick message:

you there?

he sighs in relief at the sight of a small text bubble forming at the bottom of his screen.

leb, what’s up?

he hesitates for a moment. you’re busy, surely. when are you not? was it okay for him to be a little selfish?

from your end of the screen, his text bubble disappears and reappears several times over before a simple message comes through:

i need you, pips.

your ringtone blares immediately. an incoming facetime call? your finger hesitates over the green answer button, but you pick up.

you’re not really sure what you expected to see when you picked up the phone, but the last thing you expected to flash across your screen was caleb with his dick in hand, stroking lazily.

your face immediately flushes beet red. “caleb you—”

“i’m sorry, angel,” he whines, eyes pleading with you for forgiveness. “i just need you so bad—fuck— i couldn’t stand the heat,” his pants and whines resonate through your phone speakers, sending a pang of arousal to your core.

as his hand makes those like shlick! shlick! sounds around his length, he bites his lip, just admiring you from his screen. “you’re—aah—so fucking pretty, pips…” he angles his phone screen to show you more of his chiseled abs.

“just watch me, you don’t have to touch…” he whines as his thumb rolls over his cock head languidly.

he’s too late though, because you’ve already let your pretty little hand snake down your shorts into your panties. “no ‘leb, look… ‘m doing it too…” you let out a slow, shaky breath, propping your phone up so he can see you.

his mouth falls open in awe at the sight of your back raising up off the bed as you rub yourself messily.

your dainty fingers circle your clit beneath your underwear, and when you get tired of feeling restricted, you lift your hips and slide them off gently.

at this point, caleb is practically panting—a sweaty mess just from watching you pleasure yourself. he tightens his grip around his length, dragging his hand at that agonizingly perfect pace.

“fuh—pips, i don’t think i can hold it for much longer,” he whines, eyes glued to the image of your gorgeous body on his screen.

“me too, ‘leb, so close…” you let out a sweet little sigh with a heave of your chest, and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge.

breath quickening, he pumps faster until he releases his sticky spend over his hands, vision reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. his head tips back and he chokes out a couple of blissful moans all while keeping his eyes on you.

you’re reaching your own peak, plunging your fingers into your wetness, prodding that spot that makes you feel so good.

your vision blurs, and you feel yourself climaxing. overwhelmed by the strength of the feeling, your thighs clamp together instinctively as your body rides the aftershocks of pleasure.

soon enough, you find yourself staring at caleb through the screen, his deep eyes staring right back at you in a kind of silly way.

“you’re amazing, pips.”

“i know,” you giggle. “you too, y’know.” you shuffle further underneath your blanket.

“to be honest, i really wasn’t planning that, but things turned out surprisingly well.”

you nod your head. “agreed caleb, agreed.”

a/n: changed my blog theme!! do you like?

♛ 𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.ᐟ

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hii !! i love your caleb drabbles they're beautifully written :3 can we be moots?

hi angel yes!! xx

tysmm I’m so glad you like them :)

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☾𖤓 ; caleb reads your tumblr smut! • not proofread

caleb sees you scrolling through your tumblr feed, giggling and muttering to yourself as you gloss over a smutty little fic. you flip over on the couch, cheeks flushed a bit, thighs pressed together. this is one of your favorite pastimes, but it irritates him like nothing else.

sitting opposite of you, he narrows his eyes a bit, as you—completely oblivious—tap away at your phone screen contently. what was it that you were always reading? whenever he tried to take a glance you evaded him, told him it was just short stories.

he knew that wasn’t fucking true.

and even though he knows what you’ll say, he asks yet again. “whatcha reading, pips?”

“mmm nothing really, just wanted to see what people are saying about this new game i like,” the lie slips from your lips without hesitation. caleb’s jaw tightens. his eyes scan your body once again, and he notices something new—your nipples are hard. of all things, your nipples are hard from reading filth about other men.

he rises from his seat.

“pips, don’t lie to me,” he approaches you, and you feel his usual friendly countenance drop.

you peer up at him through long lashes. “i’m not lying.” your remark has a tinge of finality.

“oh yeah? lemme see then.” he crosses his arms, still looking down at you with that domineering expression.

you bite the inside of your cheek. “I don’t have t—”

lunging forward, he snaps your phone from your fingers with ease. you shriek, scrambling to retrieve your device, but it’s too late. caleb freezes as his brain comprehends the words on your screen.

you gulp, watching his expression morph from confusion to shock. caleb simply glances at you. “is this the shit you like to read?” you stay quiet, feeling absolutely minuscule.

he continues scrolling, and a smile creeps up his face—the condescending kind. he’s not even upset just… amused. he looks up at you like you’re ridiculous. “You didn’t have to hide this from me.”

you turn away from him in defiance, holding your breath as if that’ll make you vanish.

“you’re so flustered from this huh, pips? so cute.” he steps forward again, crouching in front of you. his eyes bore into yours, and he places his rough fingers underneath your chin.

“you’re my messy little thing, aren’t you?”

you gulp. silence. your knees quiver, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“say it.”

breath shaky, you sigh out a meek ‘yes,’ and caleb pulls you in closer. “come here.” he pats his lap. you comply, laying yourself over his legs with your backside up.

“aw, you’re shaking pips… is my perverted girl turned on from this?” you nod your head, and caleb’s fingers find your waistband. with a crude snap! he pulls your outer clothes and underwear away from your skin, leaving you exposed to the crisp air.

you yelp a bit, and caleb only laughs. “i’m gonna enjoy this.”

a/n: guys i love writing smut but i have the attention span of a pea so here’s smth short again!

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☾𖤓 ; caleb learning from porn

caleb watches porn. like, a lot.

but not in the way you’d think; not in a perverted loserish way.

he watches with intent. hopes to learn tricks that he might use on you one day, if he’s lucky.

he doesn’t even click on anything that looks slightly male-centered, because he knows that will never help him learn to please you.

instead, he opts for videos focused on cunnilingus, fingering, and the like.

as he opens up a more fitting video, his eyes go wide and his pupils dilate. this girl looks like you. she’s beautiful.

he finds his attention fixed on her throughout the entire video, the way her small hands flex around her lover’s biceps, the way her mouth falls open to let out tiny screams, the way her thighs quiver as she gets close.

he shudders, imagining you doing the same. you’d be so gorgeous like this, so sweet melting from his touches.

he finds himself reaching down his shorts, wrapping his rough hand around his length.

he keeps his eye trained on the girl, noting the way her back arches when her partner angles his hips down.

fisting himself with a sort of desperation, he closes his eyes to picture your face. without realizing, his pace quickens as he drags his thumb across his tip.

caleb sighs out your name, bucking his hips up into his palm. his chest falls and rises rapidly, each tiny breath drawing him closer to the edge.

he glances over to his screen again as the girl’s body contorts and twists. he knows you’d do the same—squirm from the pleasure. it would be soooo good, too much cock for you to handle.

he continues moving his hand up and down his shaft, and that familiar coil in his stomach tightens.

he grits his teeth, vision blurring hot white as he releases his spend all over his hand, his sheets, and his screen. lazily wiping his hand on his bedding, he picks up his phone.

on to the next video.

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☾𖤓 ; you slip into bed with caleb

it’s been a very long night for you. for what seems like hours, you’ve been tossing and turning, flipping your pillow, and trying to will yourself to sleep.

it feels like you’re fighting your body to just relax, and it’s practically maddening.

you flip over again to your side, gnawing at your fingernail, wracking your brain to think up alternatives to this frightful situation.

would tea help? stretching? exercise? you frown in dismay, realizing how ridiculous all of those options are. besides, you’d surely wake caleb if you did any of those things.

you almost glaze over the thought when it hits you. that’s right, caleb! when the two of you were younger, you’d always crawl into bed with him when you couldn’t sleep, and it did the trick every time.

with a sense of resolve, you kick off your duvet and pad over to your door.

turning the cool metal handle, you pull the door open and catch a glimpse straight into caleb’s room. he never closes his door fully.

your footsteps patter against the hardwood floor until you’re standing just outside his doorframe, hesitating now that you’re looking at him up close.

his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, and you decide to push on. you step through the doorframe and make your way over to his bed.

he’s got the same blue bedding that he’s had for years, and he looks so content wrapped up beneath it. you take a moment just to observe him like this, when he’s so peaceful.

you fleetingly consider how handsome he is, but you wave the thought away as you peel back the blanket.

now that you’re finally laying down next to him, your heartbeat is pounding. this is the closest you’ve been to caleb in months. you suddenly feel silly for thinking this would be like sharing a bed when you were younger.

you peer over at his face, admiring his jawline, and the bridge of his nose. when did caleb grow up so much?

reaching out, you trace your fingers over his skin absentmindedly, and you find yourself rubbing your thumb over his top lip.

without thinking, you prop up on one elbow and press the faintest kiss to his lips, half wondering if he’ll stir. he doesn’t, but that only gives you more confidence.

kissing him once more with intention, you feel yourself flutter. just when you consider crawling onto his lap, you feel caleb’s arm flex.

he blinks awake with a horrifying quickness, and you yelp in surprise, almost falling off the bed.

“pips,” caleb mumbles breathlessly, “were you kissin’ me?”

“shit caleb—i’m sorry—” your heart practically falls through your chest and onto the floor as a wicked blush creeps up your cheeks.

you prepare to scramble out of his bed when he grips your wrist firmly.

“y’know, if you wanted to kiss, you could’ve asked,” he presses his lips to the back of your hand, loosening his grip on your wrist.

hesitant, you eye him like he’s just laid out a giant mouse trap in front of you. still wary, you wiggle from underneath the sheets, stepping one foot out of bed.

“pips. you should come back to bed if you want that kiss.”

and simple as that, you find yourself back under the sheets with caleb, body pressed against his as your lips clash together in the most fervent make-out you’ve ever experienced.

one of his hands finds its way to the small of your back and the other to the swell of your breast, grabbing at your skin with a hunger that makes you shiver.

somewhere in the back of your mind, a small voice is screaming at you that this is a wildly inappropriate thing to do with a person you view as a brother.

but with the way caleb is clinging to you like you’re his lifeline, you couldn’t care less.

what feels like hours later, you and caleb finally untangle yourselves from each other, panting wildly from exhaustion.

caleb’s room is a mess; his blue duvet kicked back, your pajamas strewn across the floor with his, and the air still heavy with sweat and sin.

you roll over on your back, letting out a large sigh when caleb pokes you.

“pips, i’ve got to tell you a secret,” he turns his head over to you, and his mouth curls up into an amused grin.

“what is it, caleb?” you pant, wondering if you can even stand for long enough to get a glass of water.

“i wasn’t asleep at all when you came in.”

you giggle at this remark, pushing him a bit. “you totally were, silly.”

“alright,” he goes silent, and your face drops.

“caleb, stop it right now.”

“what, did you really think you could kiss and touch me without waking me? you should take me more seriously as a colonel.”

you gasp and your hands fly up to cover your face. “why didn’t you say something earlier, then?” you feel your embarrassment wash over your whole body.

“well, i guess i wanted to if you were as needy for me as i was for you. turns out you were.” caleb laughs playfully and you punch his arm lightly.

“you’re such an ass, caleb.”

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☾𖤓 ; caleb making it fit

caleb’s fingers plunge in and out of your wetness, producing an obscene melody of squelches and moans. he’s been at it for what seems like ages, trying to loosen you up—not that you’re complaining.

before even he resorted to fingering you, he had already tried everything else he could think of to make things easier on you.

he massaged your sore body, pressed kisses into every crevice of your skin, lapped at your clit until you squirted on his lips, and even let you hump his thigh.

and while he never viewed any of those things as a chore, his patience began to wear thin after seeing that you could still barely manage to take two of his fingers.

“pips, you’re gonna have to be a big girl this time, okay?” he withdraws his fingers in order to cup your cheeks.

“y-yeah but, it’s too big isn’t it…?” your voice trails off as you look up at him with worry in your eyes.

“not at all, sweets. trust your dear caleb, yeah?”

he parts your thighs and lines himself up with your slit, just admiring the sight. slapping his length against your bud, he smiles to himself. “pretty girl. you’re gonna take me so well aren’tcha?”

before you can even answer, he pushes his hips forward, finally sliding past your entrance. it stings, feels full.

“caleb!” you cry out, fingers instinctively latching on to his toned back. he groans out, “shit, you’re still so tight—”

“sorry,” you mutter into his shoulder, trying not to quiver from his sheer girth. it feels like your entire body is on fire.

“don’t be sorry, baby. this is perfect.” he pushes deeper, and that sting inside of you melts into a pang of hot pleasure.

soon enough, your body has completely given in to caleb, and you’re finally loose enough for him to plow you like he’s wanted to do for months.

his hips snap into you at a merciless pace, and he sings your praises like you’re a deity.

“i knew you could do it—my pretty girl, my good girl. you wanted to make your caleb happy, didn’t ya?”

“fuck—yes, ‘leb…! wanted to make you happy,” you slur, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock kissing the deepest parts of your cunt.

at that, caleb simply grins, and pushes your thighs back to fuck you even deeper—the way he’s been dreaming about.

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☾𖤓 ; olderbrother!caleb is such a perv

tw! fauxcest/psuedocest. please scroll if this makes you uncomfy! not proofread :P

caleb thinks you're an angel of a little sister.

you never hesitate to call and check on him when he's away from home for too long, using that sweet voice of yours to coo his name.

you wake up early most mornings to make his lunch for the day, even taking the time to write out thoughtful notes for him—saccharine little words that he reads over and over again.

you listen to him whenever he's struggling with something, ever so attentive and helpful. you look up at him through those thick lashes of yours, saying, "m'sorry that happened to you, gege," before wrapping him in your warm embrace.

so naturally, caleb can't help but adore you.

the only thing is, he finds himself thinking about his darling little sister in ways that an older brother never should.

whenever you step out of the shower wrapped up in only a towel, he feels himself stiffen. your body is prickled with round water droplets, and steam that dissipates into the air. your towel—barely long enough to give you any decency—drapes over your delicate curves, almost as if it was designed with you in mind.

it's like you're practically radiating sex.

caleb knows it's wrong—and outright disgusting—but he finds himself hoping that one day your towel will slip a little too low, come unraveled a bit, so he can see what's underneath it.

when you walk around in nothing but your tiny frilly panties and a tank top, he finds himself covering his erection with a pillow, or whatever else is nearby. he pretends not to notice the way your ass jiggles when you reach up for something on the top shelf in the pantry.

later on, he curses himself as he creeps into your room at night while you're sleeping peacefully, rummaging through your hamper to find your panties from earlier. securing the fabric, he stalks back to his own room, immediately tugging off his shorts.

greedy as ever, he sinks into his mattress as he wraps the fabric around his length, barely able to contain his moans. and soon enough, he releases his spend all over your panties, tucking them away until he can wash them and return them to your drawer.

one evening as he’s walking past your room to the bathroom, he hears your sweet voice echoing through your door. he stops to listen, not believing his own ears as the low hum of your vibrator reverberates through the wood.

aroused by both the idea of you masturbating and the possibility of getting caught listening, he feels himself grow ever harder. seconds later, he gives into temptation and reaches into his boxers, gripping his length firmly.

caleb expertly rubs his palm over the head, eliciting a desperate sigh from his lips as he imagines you pleasuring yourself, thighs spread wide.

he’d take care of you if you let him—you’d never need to touch a vibrator ever again.

he’d make you come over and over and over again, until you’re shaking and seeing stars.

he’d fuck you so good that you’d forget about every boyfriend you’ve ever had.

he curses himself for letting his obsession with you spiral into something sexual, still working his fingers up and down his cock despite that fact. pumping at an excruciating rhythm, he bites his lip in a desperate attempt to keep quiet, spurred on by your noises.

pressing his ear to the door shamelessly, he hears the way your breathing quickens, and the way your moans pitch up. you’re about to orgasm.

racing to finish at the same time as you, caleb fucks his cock stupid, jerking himself off like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. he lets his hips buck up into his palm wildly, and allows his head to fall back against the wall as he paints the inside of his hand with his own semen.

at the same time, you let out a piercing moan, and your room goes silent as you come down from your climax.

he’s filled with some strange sense of pride that the two of you shared an orgasm, but equally as disgusted with himself for listening in on his precious little sister.

caleb’s head falls in shame, and he deems himself a true pervert.

for the next few weeks, he’ll avoid you (even though you’ll never know why) and chastise himself for having any impure thoughts about you.

but soon enough, his shame fades—as it always does—and he goes right back to fisting his cock at the thought of splitting you open. ❤︎

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☾𖤓 ; imagine freeuse!caleb omgomgomg

it’s a lazy saturday morning, and you’re waking up beside caleb, who looks as gorgeous as ever. when he’s sleeping like this—so vulnerable and real—it’s hard for you not to become aroused.

eying that pretty skin of his that possesses doll-like perfection, you allow your fingertips to graze the underside of his jaw.

feeling like a bit of a pervert, you prop yourself up on your elbow, leaning over to kiss him gently on the lips, like you’re scared he’ll break if you apply too much pressure.

well, he doesn’t break. but he does wake up, stirring beneath you innocently.

“pips…. good morning,” he mumbles, eyes bleary and half-closed.

“morning,” you giggle, enamored with his serene, sleepy expression. “didn’t mean to wake you up, m’sorry,” you whisper delicately.

he lets out a little groan in response. “it’s okay baby,” his voice trails off. “but why are ya kissin’ me while i’m trying to sleep?” he teases, allowing a quiet yawn to slip past his lips.

your face flushes slightly and you bury your head in the crook of his neck. “i’m just feeling a little… antsy,” you murmur, rolling your hips into him softly.

“i see,” his face lights up. “i think i’m too tired to help you pips, what a shame.” his expression dampens with faux sympathy.

“calebbbb! just a little? it won’t take long,” you plead with your most persuasive tone.

“my girl is feeling a little greedy today, huh?” he jeers. “that’s alright, though. i’ll help you, but you’re gonna have to put in all the work, sweets.”

“what do you mean?” you stare at him in confusion, convinced he’s decided to play a little joke on you.

“it’s simple, pips. just use me how you want. i’m too tired to help you anyway,” he smiles at you complacently, hoping you’ll take the bait.

“oh—okay…” surprised at his offer, you feel yourself flutter around nothing. you never would’ve thought that caleb would want to try free use, especially not on a random saturday.

nevertheless, you accept his unspoken challenge and begin to slip your panties off, discarding them somewhere on the floor next to the bed.

“attagirl,” he mumbles, encouraging you. “just take what you want from me.”

setting back next to him on your back, you grasp for his right hand, fumbling around with his fingers.

“is this okay?” you glance over at him with pretty eyes, ever so eager to feel good. caleb hums, nodding affirmatively.

holding your breath with anticipation, you place your hand over his, moving his hand so that it’s palming your core—almost like you’re controlling him.

you let out a shaky breath as caleb smiles at you, content with himself so far.

you lift his hand up a bit so that it’s hovering over your heat before moving his fingers to circle that sweet bundle of nerves. a moan escapes your lips, only adding to your arousal.

something about literally using his hand to touch yourself makes your brain shortcircuit. it’s like all the times you pleasure yourself but so, so much better. and caleb just watches you with something almost like reverence—loving every second of you falling apart.

abandoning his facade of tiredness, he inches closer to you to groan into your ear.

“yeah, use me like that baby. do whatever you need to feel good.”

you whine in response, placing his fingers directly on top of your swollen clit. moving his digits in tight circles, you beautifully orchestrate your pleasure.

back lifting up off the bed in a pretty arch, you let your hips stutter up into caleb’s fingers, even using your own hand to apply more pressure.

“f-fuck, i’m so close, ‘leb,” you gasp out, thighs quivering at the additional friction.

“yeah? get yourself closer then. i wanna see you break, pips,” he presses sloppy kisses into your neck, suckling enough to leave a trail of hickeys behind.

as you use his hand to rub one last sweet circle on your clit, that familiar feeling in your core explodes through your entire body, and you become practically numb with pleasure.

thighs quivering as you grip caleb desperately, you can’t help but moan his name, practically singing it.

“damn, pips,” caleb sighs out, slightly amused. “it’s so sweet how you come undone for me just with my fingers,” he chuckles softly.

“mhmm,” you sigh out, still reeling from the strength of your orgasm. “it’s not my fault your fingers feel so good.” you giggle to yourself as caleb pinches your cheek playfully.

“next time maybe you can try sitting on me instead,” he muses. “i bet you’d come real good for me that way.”

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