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rafayelslittlestar · 20 days ago

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Hot Summer - Caleb

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a/n: hi it's me again. my period craving was caleb so i wrote this sigh it's filthy LOL

warnings and other content notes: youre still besties, overstimulation, heavy dirty talk, slight degradation, pet names (honey, princess, pipsqueak, pips, baby, good girl), unprotected, aftercare king MDNI. if you continue reading, you understand this is adult content and not intended for underaged audiences

You threw yourself down on the bed with a loud groan. Summer heat was finally here and the AC was broken. Go figure. You were in a sports bra and a pair of Caleb’s old baggy basketball shorts and even then, everything was still too hot.

Caleb wasn’t back from the store yet, so while you were waiting, you started scrolling through your phone. Some funny videos here, some too handsy couples there, you were bored out of your mind. The couples doing less than appropriate things stuck in your brain, replacing them with you and Caleb. No, stop, this is Caleb you’re thinking about! He’s not into you like that…right? He wouldn’t want to spread your legs on the kitchen counter and-

“Pipsqueak, I’m home.” Caleb’s sweet tone rang through the apartment, shaking you from your daze. This would be your cue to run to him with open arms, but the fatigue of the heat was too much to bear.

When you didn’t greet him, he made his way back to the bedroom. There you were with your back facing the door, laying on your stomach. His breath hitched as he studied you. Hair pulled back and messy, his basketball shorts low on your waist, giving just the smallest peek of the waistband of your panties, and the sports bra that hugs you just right, making your boobs sit close and perked up. He bit his lip as he gawked, perverted fantasies clouding his judgment. It wasn’t right to think about his childhood best friend like this.

You felt his gaze and you rolled onto your back to look at him. “Were you gonna say anything or just stand there until I noticed?” You give him a teasing look before your eyes wander, checking him out subtly.

Caleb was in his white sleeveless top and jeans. His arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. Small beads of sweat racing down his biceps to the finish line in the bend of his elbows. He was always a cutie pie, but as you both got older, you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. His nerdy interests, athletic body, gentle voice that had a slight rasp when he was serious, always the first to protect you…

You snapped out of your daydream when he chuckled at you. “I called out to you, but wasn’t given my usual greeting, pipsqueak. I thought the boogeyman got you.” He took a couple of steps to be standing in front of you.

Sweat traveled between your breasts and Caleb’s mind went blank. The stares went unnoticed as you giggled at his comment. “Nooo…it’s just too hot to move.” You started to stretch, arching your back and letting out a small groan.

He shifted his weight nervously and looked away, his face burning. “Well, I got what you wanted for dinner, are you hungry now?” He started fidgeting with the key chain hanging from his belt loops.

You opened your eyes to look up at him, half lidded from the heat exhaustion. “Mmm…not really…” You noticed his glance flickered back to you then away again. “What’s on your mind?”

He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “Nothing, pips. It’s just hot.” He let out a nervous laugh while wiping away some sweat. “I'll put the groceries away.” When he turns, you grab his wrist.

His heart jumped to his throat, when he turned back to you. You were propped up with one elbow, the other hand grabbing him, a soft innocent look swept across your face. “Lay down for a bit, it’s cool in here.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

How could he say no? Caleb gave you a gentle smile before laying next to you on his back. “It is a lot cooler in here than it is out in the living room.” He hummed softly, closing his eyes. He needed to take his mind off of how beautiful you looked. He needed to shut out those perverted thoughts of him making you sweat and beg under him.

There was a comfortable silence that fell between the two of you, but he could feel your eyes burning into him. You were devouring him, wanting to desperately pounce him and make it known you’ve loved him and thought he was attractive this whole time. You watched as his chest slowly rose and fell, sweat still beading at his collarbone, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed absentmindedly, the necklace you gave him shimmering in the dimly lit room. You gently squeezed your thighs together, biting your lip. All you could think about was that damn dog tag dangling in front of your face as he fucked into you.

“Caleb…” you whispered, leaning close to his ear, resting a hand on his chest.

“Huh…?” He didn’t move away or peek an eye open, but you could feel him stiffen under your touch.

You decided to take initiative, getting up to straddle his waist. “Can I tell you something?” You threw your ponytail to rest on one shoulder.

His heart hammered in his chest as he slowly looked up at you. “Always.” His hands hovered over your thighs then hips before resting them back down beside him.

You huffed as you grabbed his hands to rest them on your thighs, the material of your shorts riding up slightly as you leaned down closer to him. “I want you.”

His puppy dog eyes meet your half opened ones. “Pips, you’ve always had me. What are you talking about?” He was feigning innocence, but you could feel him getting hard underneath you.

“More than that.” You whined softly, carefully dragging your hips down against him.

His breath got caught in his throat and the grip on your thighs tightened. “Are you sure?” He slid his hands up to your hips giving them a gentle squeeze.

You nodded aggressively before cupping his face and bringing him up to kiss you. You were needy, hungry, desperate, and the boiling heat didn’t help. Caleb’s soft moans caused your panties to dampen.

“Wait, honey.” He pulled away, breathlessly. The new nickname caused your stomach to flip. “Let me take care of you first.” He carefully rolled you over, now hovering over you.

“Such a gentleman.” You gasped as you felt his lips drag down your jaw and neck.

He let out a hoarse chuckle before moving down to your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair as he bit down on the fabric of your sports bra, letting out a soft growl as he tugged on it with his teeth. He let the material snap back against you, making you jolt. “Woulda done this a lot sooner if you woulda asked.”

Your thighs clenched at his words. Shoving him away lightly, you pulled off what was barely considered your top. Caleb’s eyes fluttered as he watched you plop back down on the bed.

He cupped your face, kissing you deeply before moving his focus down to your chest, carefully taking each breast into his hands to give them a soft squeeze one at a time. Your back arched at his touch, his slender fingers rolling your nipple and putting the other in his mouth. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He nibbled on your skin, making you whine his name.

You tugged at his shirt, helping him take it off, your nails gently raked down his chest, making him hiss. “I need you right now.” Your plea was met with a soft groan from him.

Caleb made his way down your body, getting down on his knees, parting your thighs. “Let me taste you first.” His soft voice was not to be mistaken as a beg, it was a command.

He grabbed the waistband of your shorts and tugged them down more aggressively than you thought he would, causing you to giggle in anticipation. You’re quickly hushed as he starts kissing your thighs, leaving love bites as he trailed closer to your core. Your hips bucked up to his face, making his nose bump your clothed clit. One of his arms reached up and dropped on your waist, your hips immediately becoming flush with the bed again.

“Don’t. Move.” His voice was firm, sending a chill up your spine. Caleb being in charge wasn’t a new thing, but this was much more dominating, controlling and it excited you. “Tell me you won’t and I’ll let go.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat before you nod. “I won’t move.” Your voice is unfamiliar, innocent, and small, a complete change from the usual teasing, independent tone you give him.

“Good girl.” He winked before moving his arm to put your legs on his shoulders, nuzzling into your plush thighs. “You can squeeze me if you need to, but keep those hips still, honey.”

You nodded with a soft whine before propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. His hair was already a mess, partly brushed out of his face to reveal his forehead, eyes hazy as he looked at you with the utmost love, adoration, and lust. After a few more kisses to your thighs, he hooked his finger into your panties, gently pushing them aside. The sudden exposure made you shiver, squeezing your thighs around his head. Caleb’s eyes grew wide in excitement and a groan rattled from his chest feeling your grip tighten.

“Caleb, please.” You grabbed his hair again, trying so hard to obey his command.

He smirked and licked a long stripe up your thigh. “Please, what, princess?”

“Please, stop teasing me.” You moaned.

He finally dipped into you, taking his time savoring your clit in his mouth. A choked moan left your lips and you threw your head back, tugging on his hair. You could feel his smirk against you as he kept gently sucking the same spot. When he let go, you almost whined in protest before you felt him nuzzle his nose against you, letting his tongue slip into your soaked hole. You can’t help but rock your hips up, wanting more of his nudging.

Caleb’s laugh vibrated against your core and you felt yourself being held down by his evol, sinking you deeper into the mattress. He pulled away causing you to spill out apologies and pleas for him to go back. “I said don’t move. Behave.” He bit down on your thigh before returning to his meal, his evol still holding you in place.

Your body was desperately trying to squirm under his hold, but the more you struggled, the more pressure you felt on your stomach and waist. The blood was rushing to your ears as Caleb’s tongue worked faster. His gaze flickered up to you and a filthy chuckle left from his open mouth. “Look at you, such a mess.” He loosened his evol from you. “Ride my face, beautiful.”

A long line of profanities and choked screams leave your lips as you get the chance to grind up into him. His nose still nudged at your clit as you grabbed his hair again. Your hips couldn’t go back down, your climax quickly approaching.

“Oh, please, Caleb, please, please, please.” You sobbed, thrashing your head back and forth in the soft blankets. “I wanna cum.”

His grip on your thighs tightened to the point of bruises, bringing you impossibly closer to him. “Cum, baby. Show me how good I made you feel.” His voice became whiny watching you unravel under his tongue.

As your climax ran over you, all you could do was drop your jaw and buck wildly against him. A loud moan finally left your chest followed by a gasp. “Shit! Caleb!” You quickly became overstimulated, trying to push away, but his hands moved to your hips, pulling you back down to him. Tears welled in your eyes and a dirty whine left your lips.

When you peeked from under your lashes, you could see Caleb nuzzling and licking up every drop of you. He felt your stare and looked up at you before dropping your hips from his face. Body convulsing, you tried to grab onto him, desperately needing to be held. Your nails dug into his biceps as he hovered over you, kissing you deeply, the taste of sweat and your own cum mixed in your mouth.

“Such a good girl.” He cupped the side of your face and rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You wrapped your limbs around him pulling him down into a hug. He giggled softly before peppering your neck and collarbone with kisses. “I’m not done with you yet, pipsqueak,” he looked into your eyes. “do you think you can handle me fucking you?”

Your thighs trembled and you nodded. “Please, I need you so bad, Caleb.” He gently wiped away your tears before moving back to undo his jeans.

You watched as his bulge became ever more prominent in his boxers. You wiggled in anticipation, still trying to catch your breath. “Don’t be impatient now.” He mocked, booping your nose. “I’ll be filling you up for the rest of our lives.”

When he finally shook his boxers off, you gulped. He was larger than you expected. Nerdy boy, big dick, lover boy. He smirked at your shocked expression, holding himself up with his hands on either side of your head, effectively caging you on the bed. This was when you realized how much bigger Caleb actually was compared to you. You knew he was taller, it was obvious, but he’s also buffer, broader, and dominating your frame.

He gave you a few soft kisses before looking at your nightstand. “Condoms?” You grabbed his necklace and matched his surprised puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t bother.” You whispered, biting your lip.

His face became flushed, sputtering, opening and closing his mouth a few times in disbelief. “Honey, I don’t think I can have a strong pullout game with you.” He laughed softly, adding some lightheartedness to the moment, even though his heart was thumping in his ears.

You laughed and grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks. “Good.” You kissed him hard, teeth clashing.

A groan followed the soft slap of his dick hitting your clit. You gasped and grabbed onto his biceps, leaving small crescent shapes. He chuckled at your reaction before gently nudging your hole and lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder.

You both moaned as he pushed the rest of the way into you. You grasped and clawed at him, overwhelmed by the feeling. After checking in on you, Caleb sets a slow pace, savoring every moment your plush walls grip onto him.

“Aw,” he tsked. “You greedy little thing.” His voice raised in pitch as you met his hips.

Dirty words mixed with praises poured from his mouth, almost becoming incoherent. Your eyes wandered down to his necklace as his pace quickened. The charms quietly bouncing against each other contrasting from the lewd slaps of skin filling the rest of the room. You grabbed the chain, yanking him down and pressing your forehead to his.

Caleb’s jaw was dropped, eyes barely open, sweat dripping from every spot of him, dripping down to mix with yours. Messy, sweaty, obscene, summer sex. Keeping a tight grip on the chain, you brushed your lips against his ear. “Dirty boy. Fucking your childhood best friend in the heat of summer.” You choked back a scream as he thrusted into you harder.

“I’m dirty?” His thrusts punctuated each word. “You started this, honey. Desperate little girl.”

Your grip on his necklace dropped, moving to his forearms. Your back arched into his chest, the coil in your stomach coming back. Noticing your head falling back and your pussy pulsating, he grabbed your face. “Look at me, when you cum.”

The scene was pure filth. Your mouth fully opened, barely able to mutter an “uh-huh” in response to his demand. He had himself buried so deep in you, no telling where your body started and his end. His cock, hips, and his face were covered in your juices, glistening in the dimly lit bedroom.

Your loud moans became shorter and higher pitched the closer you got. “Are you gonna cum, sweetie? Are you close?” His tone was mocking, taunting your pleasure.

“Y-ye-eah.” You could barely say that one little word, your mind becoming complete mush.

Caleb moved one of his hands from your thigh to your clit, matching the speed of his thrusts. “Cum for me.”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you were already spasming. Screams erupted from your chest as you clawed down his back. His name became a mantra and you fought to keep your eyes on him. Shortly after you, you heard a high pitched groan leave his lips. His cum warmed your insides. His head rolled forward to rest in the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t open your eyes. Your breath was heavy and loud. Sweat in places you thought would never be possible. You felt Caleb slowly pull out of you and the bed sink next to you as his weight shifted the mattress.

“Come here, honey, come here.” His voice became soft and protective, how he would talk to you when you were upset or hurt. He pulled you into his chest, petting your hair. “You did so good for me.” A soft sob left your lips and you held onto him tightly. “Was it too much? Are you okay?” He left kisses on your face, trying to console you.

“I-I’m okay. Over…overstimulated.” He hugged you tighter as he felt your body still shake.

“I gotcha. I gotcha.” He hushed you, resting his head on top of yours.

When both of you finally caught your breath and stopped shaking, Caleb headed towards your bathroom. He came back with a cool towel to help clean you both up, a soft melody being hummed.

“Caleb…” You sniffled as you watched him in your propped up position.

“Yes, pipsqueak?” He looked up at you, love pouring out of his gaze.

A lump in your throat betrayed you, causing you to squeak in response. He laughed before putting his chin in his hand, waiting for you to continue. “I love you.” You sat up the rest of the way grabbing his wrists in the process. “I’ve loved you for so long and I hope you don’t think this was just a one and done thing…I want to ruin our friendship…” You wrapped his arms around your waist. “And be lovers instead.”

Caleb’s face flushed to a bright red. “I’ve begged and pleaded for this day.” He muttered before pulling you into his chest. “I love you, too.” You heard the smile in his voice. “Even when we’re both grossly sweaty and dying from the heat.”

#hehe #caleb #caleb love and deepspace #lads #caleb lads #lads caleb #caleb xia #love and deepspace #ns/fw #caleb x you #caleb x reader

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rafayelslittlestar · 21 days ago

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zayne is jealouss !

you're at a study session with zayne and a few other classmates. you think everything is fine, but zayne is completely losing it <3

college au!

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Zayne was never one for jealousy. Never. He had nothing to be jealous of.

So for a moment, he couldn't tell what it was he felt when he watched you, giggling at something your classmate said. Couldn't name the disgusting churning in his gut, or the even worse tightening in his chest.

Just knew it wasn't... right. Unfamiliar.

Zayne swallowed hard, adjusting the collar of his shirt as if that might beat back the heat crawling up his neck and turning back to his laptop.

He should’ve stayed home. Said he was busy. Anything to get out of this. He worked better when he was alone, anyway.

Well..

He worked better alone. With you.

His eyes darted up to you. Quick. Fast. The kind of look anyone would miss if they didn't know Zayne well enough. He looked away, jaw ticking.

Get a grip.

Zayne had no right to feel this... whatever it was. You weren't his.

But you kept laughing.

Kept getting distracted from your work.

Kept distracting Zayne from his work.

He sat there, eyes skimming over the pages like he was actually reading, but he wasn't. He couldn't. Everything was just a jumble of letters and broken syllables.

Then he said something again—another joke probably. And you laughed. Again. Zayne's grip on his pen tightened, knuckles turning white.

What could possibly be so funny, anyway?

Quiet conversations buzzed around him. Classmates helping each other, talking about the latest lectures, but he was focused on you.

You with the upward curl of your lips and crinkle of your eyes.

Zayne wasn't looking at you. He couldn't.

But he could picture it. Because he knew that look. Seen it a thousand times and burned it into his mind and now some other guy was—

Zayne sighed, bringing his fingers up to his temple and rubbing small circles. He couldn't think right. And it was all because of you. Because you were sitting across from him, sounding sickeningly comfortable with someone else.

"Zaaayne."

Zayne blinked, turning to the girl beside him.

"Where did you get that answer?"

He blinked, his gaze drifting toward you. You were already looking at him, that sweet smile pulling at your lips. The devastating kind.

Zayne swallowed hard, turning back toward the girl. "Page 45."

The girl grinned. "Thank you!"

"Mm."

Zayne looked at you again. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't help himself. And there it was again, that smile that made his breath catch and his chest squeeze.

You shouldn't have such an effect on him. Because while he was losing his mind thinking about you and the little things he tried so hard to forget but just couldn't, you were completely oblivious. Unbothered.

He wanted to be unbothered too.

Zayne's throat worked around nothing as he stood up. He couldn't do this anymore.

Your eyes followed him. "Are you heading back now?"

Zayne didn't look at you. Just nodded a quiet, "Yeah," as he shoved his laptop into his bag a little too hard. He didn't mean to.

And of course, you decided to leave with him.

The walk back to your dorm was quiet. Zayne was quieter. He was still reeling, still feeling the sting of your laughter deep in his gut.

"Did I do something?"

Zayne blinked down at you, his lips parting on a silent breath. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know.." You shrugged. "You're just.. quieter than usual."

Zayne sighed, his brows pinching together slightly. "No. You didn't do anything."

"Okay, then what's wrong?"

Zayne hesitated. Because what was he supposed to say? 'I didn't like the way you laughed for another guy.' That was obsessive. Borderline toxic, if he really squinted.

"Nothing."

He could feel your stare boring into the side of his head, but he didn't look. If he did, he'd crack.

"Zayne."

His pulse jumped. His name sounded different this time. Stern. A warning disguised as softness.

Zayne let out a soft exhale. "It just..." He paused, heart pounding in his chest. "It just got loud."

Your steps slowed. "Loud..?"

There was a beat of silence, the cold air nipping at his skin as he waited for something else, for you to call out his bullshit again, even if he wasn't completely lying.

"You mean.. me? Was I being too loud?"

Silence.

"Zayne."

"You just.." His sentence trailed off when he looked at you again. You looked upset—brows furrowed together, lips purse with a frown, eyes a little softer. He bit the inside of his cheek before tearing his gaze away. "Forget it."

He shoved his hands in his coat, letting them fist into tight balls, as if that might help keep everything down. "You did nothing."

Then silence again. But it was uncomfortable now. Heavy, like both of you were just waiting to snap.

"I'm not your boyfriend."

The world seemed to still. Because what the hell possessed him to blurt that out? To say something so brazen and so mortifyingly embarrassing?

"..What?"

That was all you could say.

Zayne's head spun. He couldn't stop now. For all the restraint he'd worked so hard for, he was still weak.

"I don't have any right to feel.. the way I feel when you.." The words died on his tongue. "I know I shouldn't.."

"Feel what, Zayne? You're not.." You paused—and then your lips curled into a slow, dawning smile. And Zayne saw it from the corner of his eye, the way you finally seemed to get it.

A blush crept up his cheeks. Red. Warm.

"Wait. Are you.. jealous?"

Zayne stared at you. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He was blanking. He was blanking so hard. Before he could make himself look any dumber, he turned away. "Don't look at me like that."

You couldn't help the squeal that bubbled out of your chest. Zayne should've been annoyed, should've reminded you that you guys were on campus, but he didn't.

"You're jealous!"

"It's not a big deal," Zayne muttered, his cheeks growing hotter as he stepped into the dorm building with you.

"Not a big deal?" you scoffed. "Zayne has a little crush on me and I'm supposed to act normal?"

A subtle smile tugged at his lips. You were cute. Infuriatingly cute.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." His smile faltered when he realized you guys were at your dorm already. He inhaled, a pang of disappointment settling in his chest.

You stopped outside, smiling. Zayne was cute when he was flustered. "Zayne."

"Yes?"

"You have every right to be jealous." Zayne froze, his heart stuttering in his chest. He couldn't read your tone. Couldn't tell whether you were joking or if this was a confession.

"Because I've been jealous too. For months. And I didn't know if I was allowed to be."

You were going to ruin him. Zayne knew it then when you told him that, all soft and pleading. And honestly? He knew he'd let you. Would willingly fall right into it.

And as if he wasn't already reeling, you continued, "I wanted to be."

A small silence settled over you. Zayne was still trying to process everything, and you were trying to fight back the furious blush spreading across your cheeks. Then, slowly, you leaned up, cupped his face, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Zayne."

Zayne blinked, lips parting. "Hm—Uh—Goodnight.."

He stood there for a second after you closed the door, blinking.

Your face flashed in his mind. The sweet little smile that curled your lips. The pretty pink tint of your lips. Then the way you squealed when he admitted he was jealous.

You liked him. You actually liked him back.

Zayne let out a huff, his chest swelling.

You liked him.

#omg stop this is so cute #zayne

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