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[loveandanalysis]

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[koririchannnart]

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[qkayoo]

all i want from the formalwear banner is for the guys to lose their mind over mc in her pretty outfit please and thank you

[that-one-scoundrel]

Hidden dialogs from Caleb's birthday event that some might have missed

When interacting with the sunny apple plush

When interacting with the potted endless summers

When interacting the wine glasses

And lastly, when interacting with the candy tin

[waterrinmelonn]

You can just tell everyone let out their inner freak that night....

—Posting this here cos the quality is ass in tiktok since it compresses the images a lot. I had this idea where MC is a rich girl and threw a crazy surprise party for Caleb's bday and it eventually led to some crazy shii along with the other LIs tagged in. She documented everything through pictures in her phone while she was drunk btw.

[aeyumicore]

one year older - caleb 夏以昼

you’ve been completely occupied during the week of caleb’s birthday—leaving caleb needy and jealous. he intends to make up for every lost moment. a birthday special for our dearest caleb. inspired by but NOT based on ‘no-return night.’ it will not follow the same plot or dialogue.

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot, porn with feelings

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 6.9k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, flirtatious use of ‘gege,’ drunk!caleb, jealous!caleb, possessive!caleb, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral sex m! and f!receiving, sex on the floor, unprotected sex, swallowing, tiddy sucking, possessive behavior, cum marking kinda, gideon is mentioned a lot, caleb is pouty and sulky, squirting, multiple orgasms, lots of petnames, no use of y/n

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | original inspo | shot, shot, shot, shot! fic

━ ✧.˖ A/N: this is kinda caleb’s version of shot, shot, shot, shot! in which he is drunk and jealous and inspired by that one clip of that drunk asian guy drinking water. i may end up writing his own dedicated version—unsure as of now since this one basically is that + birthday twist.

again, inspired by but NOT based on ‘no-return night.’ it will not follow the same plot or dialogue.

happy birthday to our dearest xia yizhou. you are so unbelievably loved. i hope everyone’s been having fun celebrating caleb’s birthday! i will be pulling for no-return night tomorrow, wish me luck <3

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

[17:31] Brat: i can’t come over tonight :-( gideon needed help picking ur gift. i’m sorry, ill see you tmw birthday boy! <3

Caleb sighs, typing a quick response—thumbs flying across the screen. Amidst the privacy of his Fleet office, he doesn’t bother to hide the disappointment or simmering jealousy from his breathy exhale. 

[17:33] Caleb: Again? I’ve barely seen you this week :(

You’d come to Skyhaven, taking a whole week off, to spend his birthday with him. His first birthday since everything had become so complicated. 

And Caleb was used to sharing his birthday. Growing up, he’d always found himself throwing joint birthday parties or forgoing his birthday altogether for summer sports events. 

But it was different now. Spending nearly an entire year playing dead—living without you, altered his view on life. He wanted every milestone, every birthday, every little thing someone could have to look forward to. 

And he wanted it with you. 

Caleb’s jaw ticks dangerously when you don’t respond, pocketing his phone and turning back to the mission reports on his desk. 

But he finds concentration elusive, too distracted by the irrational possessiveness bubbling inside of him. Swearing, he pulls his phone back out. 

Nothing. 

His chest aches with an emptiness that can only be attributed to your absence. The same dull throb he feels when he can’t touch you—when you’re not in his field of vision. Which, lately, seemed more often than not.

Even for his birthday week in Skyhaven it seemed like Gideon got your attention more than he did. He knew the two of you were friends. Beyond the silly nostalgic times the three of you had shared during his time at Skyhaven University and Aerospace Academy, Gideon had been there for you during the hardest time of your life. 

Fucking Gideon.

Caleb sulks childishly to himself. The logical part of him knew that the two of you were probably meeting up to scheme something for his birthday. He trusted Gideon with his life, which wasn’t something he could say about many people these days. 

He shouldn’t be jealous. Rationally, he knew that.

But, when it came to you, he tended to be anything but rational.

“Colonel? Sir?”

An unexpected voice cuts him out of his thoughts. He pockets his phone, quickly masking his expression. The pout he didn’t even realize he wore slides off, replaced by the calculated and authoritative Colonel’s mask. He snaps without even realizing it—much harsher and sharper than he normally was with his subordinates.

“What?!”

The lieutenant standing on the other side of the desk gulps nervously, bowing his head respectfully. In less than a fraction of a second, Caleb collects himself.

“Apologies. What do you need, Lieutenant?”

God, he could use a drink. 

–

You adjust the string of twinkling lights you’d strung up on the couch in Caleb’s living room. Biting your lip, you fluff up the adorable apple shaped plushie that sat on the furniture. 

Spinning around, you take one last quick once over of the space.

The countless wrapped presents you’d gotten for him were tastefully scattered about, the projector set up against the wall just how you wanted it, every balloon meticulously placed. His living room, albeit much homier now that you’d basically taken over his life like a tornado, was normally still a bit bare. But now, it looked like something out of a dream.

Perfect.

It was the first birthday you’d be celebrating with Caleb ever since the explosion. Now that things were finally somewhat settling down into a comfortable routine, you wanted to show Caleb just how much you’d missed him—cherished him. Starting with his birthday. 

The first of a lifetime of birthdays you would share together. You’d make sure of that. 

Your phone buzzes with a text, the screen lighting up with Gideon’s contact.

[8:15 PM] Gid: Let me know how Xia reacts! Good luck.

[8:15 PM] Me: i will! thank u for helping me set up again gideon!!

Your heart clenches as you catch the unread text message from the birthday boy himself. You’d been so excited to get the house ready that you’d completely forgotten to text him back. 

Just as you’re typing out a response, you hear the familiar sound of the front door clicking unlocked. Eyes widening, you set your phone down, carefully picking up the birthday cake you’d made and positioning yourself in the entry way that connects to the foyer.

Seconds tick by, the faint sound of fumbling making you set the cake down on the console table in a mix of confusion and worry. As you’re about to reach for the handle, the door pushes open—revealing Caleb.

In the dim entryway you don’t see how slightly disheveled he is, a flush creeping up his neck. You probably wouldn’t have seen it even if the light had been flipped on, far too excited to see him. To celebrate him. 

“Happy birthday, Caleb!” you squeal, all but forgetting the uncharacteristic fumbling, bounding up to him and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and launching yourself into his arms.

Caleb grunts in surprise, completely taken aback but catching you by your waist all the same. His lengthy fingers spread to grip you tightly, securing you against his solid body. You’re so caught up in your excitement that you miss the odd way Caleb stumbles a step backward as he catches you.

“Well, early birthday,” you giggle, glancing at the clock. 

8:37 PM. You hadn’t even noticed how late it’d gotten. You crinkle your brows slightly, wondering how Caleb hadn’t caught you in your little scheme. You were well behind schedule, considering Caleb always got home at 7:30 on the dot with his military-disciplined punctuality. 

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you,” Caleb murmurs into the top of your head, taking a deep inhale of your scent. 

You laugh into his chest, the smooth leather of his uniform digging into your cheek. You sigh happily as his hands wander up, wrapping his arms around you entirely. The entire elaborate birthday surprise is briefly forgotten as you sink into his hold, missing him terribly after not seeing him much this week as you ran around scheming.

“Smell so damn good,” Caleb’s voice is so muffled, his breath warm against your scalp. With his words obscured against your hair, you can’t hear his slight slur.

Taking a small step backward, you peer up at him. Your knuckles brush gently across his cheek, grinning as he adorably leans into your touch.

”How was work? You feeling okay?”

Caleb bends down to brush his lips against your temple, “I am now.” 

Your chest constricts, knowing you’d barely had time with him this week. Remembering why you’d had to avoid him all week, you eagerly tug him along to the living room that casts twinkling lights down the hallway like an absolute dream world. Caleb stumbles behind you, letting you pull him along.  

Just as you’re almost in sight of the surprise you’d set up, you stop in your tracks.

”Wait, wait!” You run behind him, tiptoeing up to cover his eyes with your hands, his skin hot and flushed against your palms. Distracted by your excitement, you push him along with your hands covering his eyes like a blindfold. 

Tripping against his heels due to the height difference, you whine and retract your hands, “Okay this isn't working. Close your eyes!”

Caleb chuckles breathily and complies, his violet eyes shutting, “Of course, pip-squeak.”

Once you’re sure his eyes are closed, waving your hands in front of him for good measure, you guide him the rest of the way into the once depressing living room, now a cozy paradise for just the two of you.

“Okay, open!”

Caleb’s eyes flutter open, hazy with a distinct sluggish fog that you’ve yet to fully notice. The mist clears in an instant as he takes in the scene before him.

His throat tightens at the transformation the Skyhaven house undergone. The only memories he used to have in this room were the gray storm clouds that floated just outside the floor to ceiling windows when he’d jolt awake from nightmares, covered in a cold sheen of sweat. 

Until you came back into his life.

Now, only the most pleasant memories remain. Takeout on the coffee table as you fed him dumplings cross legged on the carpet, him drying your hair as you sat in front of the glass panes watching jets fly by, you curled against his chest on the couch as movies played into the night.

The same couch that was now covered in balloons, fairy lights, and perfectly wrapped presents.  

Without a word, Caleb pulls you flush against his body, your back pressed firmly into his chest and his bicep wrapped securely around your shoulders. You burst into a fit of laughter as he buries his face into shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. You hold onto his arm that’s around your chest, enjoying the way he leans into you. 

“So this is what you were up to, hm?” His breath is warm as it tickles you, his skin hot even under the thick layers of his uniform. 

“Yes,” you grin mischievously before turning to him with a question of your own, “What about you? You’re home late today.” 

Now facing him, the warm glow from dozens of twinkling fairy lights illuminating his handsome face, you notice how red Caleb is. 

His bright eyes finally flicker down, distracted by the picturesque scene behind you. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, a familiar hungry glint in his violet eyes. Before wasting another second, he crashes his lips to yours and devours you like a man starved.

You moan as he gently demands entry—wanting more. His fingers hold you possessively, one gripping your hair and the other holding your chin as his tongue makes up for every minute he didn’t get to hold you this week.

But as you lose yourself in the kiss, the faint taste of alcohol snaps you back to the present. The flushed and clammy skin, the stumbling, the slight slur.

Pulling away, you take his face into your hands and look into his starry eyes,

“Caleb Xia, are you drunk?!”

Caleb blinks at you slowly, the tips of his ears pinkening at being caught red-handed. 

“No, are you?”

You burst out laughing as his eyes try their best to focus on you, “You are!”

Caleb grins crookedly at you, “No. I’m—hicc—Caleb.”

You roll your eyes at his ill-timed hiccup, dragging him to the couch and gently pushing him down onto it. He flops onto it unceremoniously, his arm resting atop one of the apple cushions and his thighs spread wide to let you stand between them. With his other hand, he loosens his tie, his Adam’s apple bobbing thickly under his uniform. 

You can’t help but dig your teeth into your lip at how unfairly attractive he’s always been, especially in a tie. The way he loosened it—the way he looked up at you with molten desire and longing flooding his features, nearly made your knees buckle under your own weight. 

“Wait here, dummy,” you brush his hair out of his eyes before turning away from him, intending to grab some water from the kitchen. 

Caleb’s fingers close clumsily around your wrist, yanking you back to face him. 

”Stay.”

He looks up at you with expectant eyes, his voice coming out soft and breathless. The plea is vulnerable as it is demanding.

”Spend my birthday with me.”

You smile reassuringly at him, stepping back toward him to press a tender kiss to his parted lips, the alcohol still lingering on his tongue.

”I’m just going to get you some water, okay? I’m not going anywhere. It’s your birthday—you get anything you want.” 

Caleb groans, almost a guttural growl, “Fuck. Don’t say things like that. N-Not when I’m like this.” 

The heat in his voice is undeniable, making your skin crawl with burning anticipation. 

“Water first,” you croak, “Then, whatever the birthday boy wants.” 

The drunken colonel pouts with distaste but lets you slip your wrist out of his grasp. Before you change your mind, you quickly make your way to the kitchen and grab a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with cool filtered water.

When you get back to the couch, Caleb looks considerably more inebriated as he plays with the silver tag of his necklace, dangling it in front of his face. When he sees you, his eyes light up and a lopsided grin appears on his face. ”Finally,” he slurs, reaching out for you, “Missed you,”

You roll your eyes, letting him hook his arm around your waist, yanking you to him, “I was gone for like two minutes.”

Caleb’s eyes scrunch as he pulls you back into the space between his legs, both arms looping around you.

”Two minutes too—hicc—long.”

Biting your chuckle back, you take his jaw into your fingers and tilt his face up at you, bringing the water to his lips, “Open up,”

Caleb’s eyes shine with mischief, “Kiss first.”

This time your laugh escapes, amused and utterly infatuated with his adorable demands. You argue, “Water first so I can sober you up. Then you can have as many kisses as you’d like.”

Caleb grumbles unhappily but obeys, his lips parting slightly and looking up at you expectantly. His breath is warm against your skin as you raise the glass back to his mouth, gently guiding his chin with your fingers.

As he drinks, you gently stroke his burning skin with your thumb. Despite protesting, he gulps the water down hungrily. 

But his sight is entirely trained onto you and not the cup, eyes flickering down the curves of your bare shoulder. In his heated appreciation, rivulets of cold liquid dribble down his chin, dripping tantalizingly down the bulge of his neck.

His thick eyelashes flutter back up, violet eyes meeting yours with unspoken heat and longing—compounded by the amount of times someone else had taken you from him this week.

With his face tilted up, drinking greedily from your hands, eyes wide and locked onto you with both appreciation and desperation, he looks unbelievably vulnerable. His thick arms still lock around your waist, refusing to let you go.

You swear you could stand there for an eternity just counting each of his long thick eyelashes as he looked up at you like his entire world revolved around you. 

When he finishes, you twist around to set the glass on the coffee table behind you. 

“So—”

You don’t get another word out before Caleb is pulling you down onto his lap and recapturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His touch is territorial and demanding, large palm cupping the small of your back, maneuvering you until you’re straddling him. His skin, damp from the spilt water, clings to yours as he picks up where he’d left off. His other hand squeezes the nape of your neck, leaving no room for escape.

The faint remnants of alcohol still linger on his tongue, but he tastes so distinctly Caleb that you can’t help but whimper and reciprocate with everything you have. His unrelenting hold makes you squirm, readjusting yourself more comfortably on his lap. 

Caleb curses, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you still while he begs into your lips, “Jesus princess, please stop moving like that.”

“Are you going to tell me why you’re drunk?” you counter, murmuring into his lips when he’s forced to let you go so he can hiccup. 

Caleb kisses down your jaw until his breath is at your ear, “Went to get drinks with Liam.” 

Your eyes widen in pleasant surprise, “Liam? But you guys don’t usually—”

“I thought that I wouldn’t see you ‘til tomorrow. Needed a distraction. So Liam offered,” he grumbles, sulking, “Gideon’s been taking all your time.”

Your heart throbs at his words. 

He didn’t want to be alone. 

“Gideon’s just been helping me plan and set up. Since he’s more familiar with Skyhaven than I am.”

Caleb’s eyes narrow at you, an adorable pout playing on his lips, words still slurred, ”Don’t tell me Gideon is going to pop out from behind the couch.” 

Grinning, you shake your head, “Nope. It’s just us tonight.”

His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, a familiar hungry glint in his violet eyes. 

“Good.”

With his lips still at the hollow of your neck, his lips latch gently onto your skin, sucking a blossoming red mark right where he was sure people would see. 

“He told me to—ngh—tell you hah-happy birthday though.” 

Caleb only grunts in response, face buried in your neck and fingers crawling up your thighs, playing with the lace seam of your panties.

“Also, Gideon is coming over tomorrow to—“ 

Caleb’s chest rumbles with a growl, his teeth nipping the forming hickey in warning, which elicits a yelp from you, “Say his name one more time, see what happens.” 

You giggle at his ridiculousness, “Colonel Xia, you’re so demanding when you’re drunk.”

Caleb grips your chin roughly, forcing you to level with him, “You want to see demanding, pip-squeak?”

His voice is gravelly and completely serious, making your knees buckle, even as you straddled him. You’d almost think you were the one who was drunk.

“Demanding is what I should’ve been when someone else was stealing you away from me all week.”

His fingers tauntingly trace your jaw, eyes dilated as they drink in every morsel of your increasingly heavy breath.

“Demanding is when I remind you that I’m not a man who shares, not what’s mine.”

The heat that radiates off his body is palpable, the aura of drunken jealousy-fueled dominance and possession dripping off of him. It makes your core ache.

“Demanding is this,” Caleb takes your wrist into his hand, bringing it to the space between your bodies. He closes your finger over something warm, hard, and throbbing under his slacks. 

Your breath catches in your throat as Caleb looks at you, his eyes darkened to a near indigo. His own breaths accelerate considerably with his bulge in your delicate hands, forcing himself not to thrust into your fingers.  

“So?” he rasps, “Are you going to take responsibility for this?”

You gulp, tearing your eyes away from the way he strains against the confines of his pants, absolutely tented and bricked up. 

“Anything you want. It’s your birthday.” 

Caleb swears quietly, chest heaving as he watches your eyes flutter at him—seeing how utterly serious you are about serving him. 

“On the floor then,” he croaks, fingers softening their hold on you so you can climb off his lap and onto the floor before him, right between his open thighs.

“Get on your knees for gege.”

The carpet is rough against your skin as you kneel before him, carefully undoing his belt and freeing his throbbing erection. As it springs free, nearly hitting you in the face, you press his burning wet skin into your palm. 

Caleb groans as soon as you touch him, hips bucking off the couch involuntarily. He pants for air, unbearably sensitive from not only the alcohol, but from the simmering ache of jealousy that still lurks beneath his skin. 

You give him a few firm pumps, mesmerized as your fingers catch pearly drops of his copious arousal. He was so pent up—leaking so much need—that you’d think he’d already cum.

“Fuck—take me in your mouth,” Caleb commands, guiding you just how he liked it. You giggle at his demands, darting your tongue out to catch the beads of precum making its way down his thick shaft. 

Caleb groans, his fingers digging into the soft apple cushion, “God—that fucking tongue…”

When you finally sink him into the warm wet recesses of your mouth, Caleb threads his fingers into your hair, gripping tightly. 

“More,” he croaks—your name spilling from his lips like a prayer, stroking your scalp, “Need more.”

You hum, slowly taking him deeper into your mouth and eventually your throat. Caleb unconsciously thrusts into you, unable to control himself when you take him this well, this obediently.

“Jesus, baby,” he grunts, his restraint hanging on by a thread, “The things you do to me…”

His chest heaves as you take him fully, your lips pressed against his pelvis. You can feel your panties becoming increasingly wet as he praises you. Wanting to hear more, more of his addicting noises, more of his filthy praises, you progressively go faster. Exactly how he liked it.

“F-Fuck—fuck!” Caleb throws his head back with his slurred cries of ecstasy, “Need to flood that perfect fucking throat.”

Whining, your enthusiasm soars, the prospect of his finish fueling your own excitement. Your tongue teases the throbbing vein that crawls up the underside of his girth, knowing how insane it always drives him. 

Caleb’s pushing your head down now, his pleasure bursting the dam of restraint.

”Hah—close, princess,” he looks down at you with pleading hooded eyes, his cheeks red with both the flush of alcohol and the pleasure of your wicked tongue. 

“Look at me.”

If it was one thing Caleb loved, it was making you look into his eyes as he filled you. 

He lifts your chin just slightly, throbbing as you peer up at him through your wet eyelashes. 

“God—you’re so damn beautiful. All fucking mine.” 

At the sight of your teary eyes fluttering up at him, cheeks hollow as you devoured him, lips puffy and kiss bitten, Caleb explodes without a further warning. He coats every inch of your mouth, your throat, with himself. 

You do your best to take every single drop, but it inevitably dribbles down your lips as you choke lightly. 

“Swallow,” Caleb rasps, animalistic hunger dripping from his words. His thumb presses into your bottom lip, collecting rivulets that had escaped and popping his finger into your mouth, “All of it.” 

Even without his demand, you would’ve done just that. With your eyes never leaving his, you dramatically gulp, letting your tongue caress his digit as you pull yourself off.

As soon as your lips leave him, he’s hoisting you up by your waist, throwing you under his body and onto the plush couch. He hovers above you, using his knee to part your thighs, nearly coming in contact with your soaking panties.

“So fucking good for me. My good girl.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, his lips coming down to claim yours. You gasp as his tongue invades your mouth, giving him easy access to you. You’re still salty with the taste of his own finish, yet so unbearably sweet with your own unique taste, only making him more eager. Feverish. Frenzied. 

His hands are everywhere, under your skirt, in your hair, gripping your chin. Every moan, every whimper—he consumes with desperation bordering on insanity. 

Too lost in the passion of his lips, you hardly notice when the two of you roll off the couch. You can vaguely hear the clatter of something falling, feeling Caleb’s hand move against the back of your head and tailbone—shielding you from the impact. 

“Oops,” Caleb grins, lips puffy, still hovering above you, “Got carried away.”

Laughing, your fingers reach up to take his face into your hands. He leans into your touch, turning his face so he can brush a wet kiss into your palm. The floor is hard against your back, the carpet giving you rugburn, but with Caleb above you, it feels perfect. 

“How are you feeling now?” 

Caleb’s eyes hungrily trail down your body, perfectly pinned under his. His eyes darken, hooded with desire that’d hardly been quelled. 

His voice is a gravelly slur, “Feel like…unwrapping some presents.”

Your heart races as his fingers snake up your arm, finding the black straps of your dress. 

“Caleb…”

With one gentle tug, he unravels the neatly tied ribbons on your shoulders. His throat bobs hungrily as he takes you in, fingers tracing heated paths down your skin while he pulls the bodice of your dress down slightly to expose more of you to his ravenous eyes.

“You wrapped yourself up so beautifully for me,” he swears under his breath when he unveils your intricate lingerie, your nipple visible just beneath the lace.

“Fuck.”

He can’t stop himself from dipping down, capturing your breast even through the sheer fabric of your bra. 

“Caleb–w-wait!” you cry, not convincing even yourself. Your eyes roll heavenward, arching into his hot demanding tongue even through the uncomfortably feeling of wet fabric.

He nips playfully at your sensitive peaks, looking up at you through his eyelashes, eyebrows hooded with hunger. 

His breath is so hot it makes you writhe with need as he speaks into your skin, “Wait for what, princess? I’ve been waiting all week.”

You chuckle breathily before peeling into a pleasured squeal when he bites down, gently but firmly, “F-Fine. Only because it’s your—mmngh—birthday!”

Caleb chuckles darkly, releasing your other nipple with a wet pop, “Are you sure about that, sweets?”

He makes a show of raising the skirt of your dress, the rug fibers tickling your thighs. Drinking in each and every one of your delicious mewls, he smirks, “If I recall correctly, you’re always good at taking orders from your Colonel.”

You’re about to retort, fiery sass on the tip of your tongue, when Caleb flicks your swollen clit—precise and intentional. Your cry is sharp as it is pleasured, your fingernails digging painfully into the carpet, thighs closing against Caleb's solid body. 

“Caleb!”

He grins, “Yeah, baby?”

“You know what—ngh fuck!” You’re cut off again when he lowers his head to lick a hot wet stripe down your slit, all the way to your throbbing clit, right through the fabric of the lace panties.

“Fuuuck, did you get this wet just from sucking gege’s cock?” he groans, breath hot against your trembling sensitive lips, “You spoil me.” 

As soon as the pleasure comes, it disappears, Caleb withdrawing with a crazed look of mischief in his galaxy eyes. 

“Say it.”

You whine, your hips bucking up—instinctively chasing Caleb’s touch. He pushes you back down, his palm flat against your stomach and lips latched into the soft skin of your inner thigh. So close to where you need him most.

“Say it.”

Caleb is drunk off something entirely different now, making little to no sense as his tongue darts out to sample you again. 

“F-Fuck—say what?! What do you want me to—mmngh—say?”

He lifts your ruined panties to the side, eyes dilated with pure hunger. Unable to stop himself, even when he wants to tease you, he leans back in. His tongue parts your lips, teasing your entrance. 

Words vibrating into your soul, he grunts, “Say you only take orders from me.” 

Deciding to give in, lest he take away the pleasure just as it began, you sit up on your elbows, “Only you Caleb. Only ever t-take orders from my gege.” 

Caleb’s fingers tighten around your thighs, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the weight of his desperate breaths. His eyes, delirious with hunger, lock onto yours as he leans back on—fully ready to devour you now. 

“And you look so damn perfect doing it.” 

You fall backward as Caleb tugs you forward, lifting you until your pussy was level with him as he sat up. You’re surprised when your head hits a soft apple plush, gut fluttering as you realize Caleb had used his Evol to position the pillow when he’d yanked you towards him.

He was always thinking of you—protecting you.

Just as your skull thumps gently into the cushion, he buries himself in you, so eagerly that his teeth nearly knock into your fevered skin. He’d spent so many hours which his tongue nestled inside you that he could practically draft blueprints on exactly how you liked it. 

Slow. Attentive. Devoted.

And Caleb was always an over-achiever.

With you stretched out on his tongue, his nose brushing insistently into your hardened clit, he shows you the utmost reverence, worshiping you like the absolute perfection you were.

“O-Oh god Caaleb—! Just like that. Please don’t stop.”

He grunts in approval, letting his deep voice vibrate against your quivering skin. Diligently coaxing your orgasm from you, Caleb inserts one of his skilled fingers. Then two. 

“Never going to stop,” he moans into your core, “That’s what I want for my birthday. To be inside of you forever.”

You whine at his words, his fingers easily finding your soft g-pot, “W-Want that too. Hah—please, gege.”

Caleb nearly snarls at your breathy words, fingers digging into your skin.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he growls into you, coaxing you deliberately, “You know exactly who you belong to, hm?”

You whimper, nodding eagerly as he purposely drags his nose against you. Caleb nearly goes feral at your intoxicating scent, needing your orgasm more than he needs his next breath.

“Cum for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice deep and velvety, “It’s my birthday, right? Show me how much you need me.” 

His lips gently close over your aching nub, sucking hard. Your eyes widen when the pads of his fingertips, deep inside you, stroke demandingly against your most sensitive parts, all but ensuring your heavenly downfall.  

Back arching deeply, the end of your spine digging painfully into the hard floor, your body gives him the thing he’d wanted above anything else, any other gift. 

“Nnngh—feels so fucking good. I-I can’t—no more!…Cumming!” 

Caleb’s chest rumbles as his tongue skillfully catches every drop of your climax, holding your thighs firmly as they quake uncontrollably against him. 

You’re a whimpering mess, never quite able to get used to just how devotedly he tends to you. Your chest heaves as Caleb sets you back down, wiping his shiny lips with the back of his hand. 

“Thank you, princess.”

Vision blurry, you sit up on shaky arms to watch him. He fists his cock slowly, already hard and wanting again.

“You did not just thank me for sex,” you laugh breathlessly, making a face at him. 

Caleb grins, gently pinning you back to the floor. One hand restrains both of yours while the other tilts your chin up at him. 

“Think of it as…thanking you for the best gift I’ve ever received.”

Caleb carefully chooses his words, fully intending for you to pick up on the double meaning behind them. You were the greatest thing in his life. 

“More?” Caleb asks breathlessly, his wide violet eyes desperately pleading with yours, but fully prepared to stop if you needed a break. 

“More. Don’t tell me the birthday boy is an old man already,” you grin at him playfully. 

Caleb smirks, devastatingly handsome, leaning down to brush his lips tauntingly against yours. 

“Brat.”

He firmly cups the back of your head and claims your lips—deliciously bruising and punishing. 

With both his hands, he pins your wrists on either side of your head, rendering you completely pliant at his mercy. 

“I might be one year older,” he murmurs as he kisses down your neck, selectively leaving hickeys on your most sensitive parts.

“But I am still perfectly capable of satisfying my girl.”

Caleb presses his lips to yours, consuming you entirely and irrevocably. The taste of alcohol had completely faded away, leaving only the taste of the man you’d loved all your life. The taste of excitement, desperation, longing, and possession.

You feel him use one hand to line himself up with your entrance, entering your with one measured thrust. He swallows your pleasured gasp, pinning your hands back down gently, fingers carefully intertwining with yours.

“Christ,” Caleb groans, his lips still brushing against yours as he gently rolls his hips into you, “Tight little cunt, s’all mine, right?”

“Caaleb,” you moan brokenly, a mix of your release and his saliva making it much easier to accommodate his thick girth, “Nngh—more. Please.”

Caleb growls, his pelvis hitting your thighs with a powerful pitched clap. It’s enough to fuck your breath out of you, your body sliding up against the rough rug painfully. The feeling of his leaking cockhead claiming every sensitive spot inside of you makes the pain of the friction fade away, your eyes rolling back deeply. 

Your needy words go straight to Caleb’s cock, quelling the irrational jealousy that’d been brewing inside him and fueling the possessiveness he felt over you. 

Caleb grabs a throw pillow off the couch, lifting you effortlessly to place it under your hips. The elevation gives him the perfect angle to repeatedly hit your g-spot as it brushed bruisingly into your cervix. 

“So greedy,” he whispers, groaning at the way you wring his cock, “Pussy’s so damn needy. You should see how you’re sucking me in, baby.”

Caleb straightens up, one of your legs wrapped around his waist and the other resting straight against his shoulder as he grips it to his body. He presses tender kisses into your ankle, a sharp contrast to the way he bullies himself into your tight heat.

“Hah—hear that?” he murmurs, fingers finding your clit, making the sounds of wet sinful pleasure even more pronounced, “That’s how much you need me.”

For how self-assured Caleb was in his everyday life, he sounded very much like he was convincing himself and not you.

“Course I need you,” you moan, reassuring the side of him that you know has been hurting this week, “Mmmngh—I’ll a-always need you. Always want you.

He kisses down your calf, so absolutely devoted to worshipping you—to showing you how much he needs you. When he reaches your knee, he wraps your leg back around him, lowering himself to your flushed face. His rhythm is intentional and powerful, each stroke meant to pleasure you and not him.

With your chin softly in his fingers’ grip, he croaks with finality, “You’re mine.” 

But this time it’s not demanding or possessive, but a desperate promise. 

“Show me, Caleb,” you encourage, his urgency fueling your own orgasm. Caleb’s jaw tightens, the bulge in his neck bobbing thickly. 

“Everyday,” he whispers into your mouth, nipping at your puffy lips, “I’ll show you, every fucking day.”

Closing the rest of the distance, Caleb captures you in a kiss that speaks volumes to how wholly you consumed him—how desperately he needs to be consumed by you.

You can tell he’s close, moaning unabashedly into your mouth, hips stuttering against your own trembling body. You can practically feel his cock throbbing as it tries to bury into your damn cervix, coating your walls in beads of precum. He’s pinned you by your wrists again, fingers stroking yours, needing the illusion of complete control over you.

Pulling away, saliva still connecting the two of you, Caleb groans as his balls tighten with that unmistakable tension, “Shit, you feel so good. I-I can’t stop.”

Your toes curl, digging into his back, “No–don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Gonna—sh-shit—cum in you princess,” Caleb warns, “Need to fill you up. Haah—Need you to feel me for days.”

You cry out at his filthy promises, body tightening in excitement, his fingers releasing you in favor of finding both your hardened peaks, one hand at your clit and the other at your breast. 

“Jesus—don't squeeze me like that,” he pleads darkly, forcefully being pushed to his precipice, “You like that idea baby?”

Caleb’s fingers press down, eliciting the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

“Y-Yes!” you cry, so close to release you’d say anything if it meant you got to cum with his cock inside you.

His eyes darken, jaw ticking, your name a dangerous purr on his lips.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Caleb’s hips snap painfully into your ass, once. He collapses on top of you, catching himself by his palms on the floor framing both sides of your face.

“Fuck—you’re so fucking perfect. Feels like heaven inside of you.”

Twice.

“Gonna let gege cum inside you, right princess?”

A third time.

“Sh-shit—gonna be able to smell me on you. In you.”

A fourth, final, time.

“You can take it, right baby? My good fucking girl.”

You cum with a strangled cry of his name, back arching against the cushion, fingers digging roughly into Caleb’s hair. There’s an uncomfortable wet splash that accompanies your climax, your entire body shaking violently against his faltering thrusts.

“Christ—!” Caleb groans, “Did you just squirt for me?”

Your explosion of ecstasy thrusts Caleb into his own violent release, the thick cords of muscles in his abdomen twitching as his body unleashes into yours, powerful and mind numbing. 

A bead of sweat falls from his skin to yours, his entire body strained with the force of his orgasm. Thick hot jets of his seed coat your aching walls, still pulsing insistently against his throbbing cock.

“F-Fuck I can’t…” Caleb’s groan is strangled, falling onto his elbows, careful not to crush you.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper quietly, voice weak, groaning as he twitches inside you.

“Ngh—can’t stop cumming,” Caleb grunts, his entire body shaking as he holds himself above you.

You look down at where your bodies are still connected, his hips still thrusting shallowly into you.

“Bear with me, princess,” he rasps apologetically. Your trembling hands reach up to gently hold his face, bringing it to yours.

You press a tender kiss to his parted lips, your tongue gently teasing his, encouraging him to ride out the waves of his orgasm. 

Caleb’s cheeks are flushed adorably red as you let him go, his hips finally stilling. Carefully, he gathers you into his arms, flipping the two of you around so that you lay on top of him, his body shielding you from the floor now.

He brushes his lips to your temple, whispering softly, “Best fucking birthday.”

At the mention of his birthday, you’re reminded of the birthday cake that was left forgotten on the entryway console table. Sitting up suddenly, you gently extricate yourself from Caleb’s hold, much to his pouty dismay. 

“Stay here, I’ll be right back!”

Caleb groans as he slips out of you against his will. If it was up to him, he’d spend his entire birthday buried inside of you.

But as you walk away on trembling legs, his cum drips down your thighs, giving Caleb the perfect view as he lays on the floor looking up at your retreating form. 

He feels himself hardening at the thought of his claim running down your legs tomorrow, when Gideon—

“Happy birthday!”

Caleb sits up on the carpeted floor to watch you return with a lit birthday cake in your hands, singing happy birthday. The cake has lost its form, having melted when it was forgotten out in the warmth of the house, much of the toppers pitifully drooping against their own weight. 

And yet, as you present it to him, beaming ear to ear, hair disheveled, dress hanging off your chest, thighs pressed together in an attempt to stop the sticky mess between your legs from dripping, serenading him…

He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly when you finish the song, “It kinda got ruined, but—”

Caleb cuts you off with a tender thumb to your lips.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You blush, grinning up at him. 

“Make a wish!”

Caleb smiles ever-so-slightly, just the corners of his lips turning up, his fingers moving to cup your chin and tilt your face up at him. 

“What if I already have everything I’ve ever wanted?”

His violet eyes shine with a torrent of emotions that threatens to consume you whole, your own eyes stinging with feelings that threaten to escape. 

You bite your lip as he strokes your jaw, “Doesn’t matter. You have to make a wish.” 

You lift the cake so that it separates your bodies, the melting candle burning between your faces. Caleb chuckles before stepping back and closing his eyes. 

When they finally open, he leans down to blow the candle out. His eyes flutter to yours as he extinguishes the flame, conveying the magnitude of his words—his wishes. 

Every single one of them began and ended with you. 

As he pulls away, you ask him the same question you asked him every birthday. 

“What did you wish for?” 

Caleb laughs, taking the cake from your hands to set down on the coffee table, “My lips are sealed, pip-squeak. If I say, it won’t come true. And I really need this one to pull through.” 

Your eyes light up with unbridled curiosity, “Now you have to tell me!” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

“Nope.”

“Pleaaaaaase!”

“Quit it.” 

“Please, please, please!” 

Caleb turns to you as he pulls you down onto the couch with him, his amethyst irises bright with amusement and adoration. He couldn’t tell you what he really wished for—that in the next lifetime, he’d be able to find you and you’d let him take your hand again. If not that, then a seagull that could fly freely with you by his side, through the salty summer skies.

He chuckles, tucking your head under his chin, resting against your infinite warmth, “Fine” 

You look up at him in surprise, listening attentively, practically boiling over with curiosity. 

Caleb takes a deep breath, looking at you with seriousness that makes your heart hammer, “I wished that Gideon would stub his big toe on—“ 

Interrupting him by flicking his forehead, you tut playfully, “One year older and still a child.” 

Caleb grins, capturing your wrist before you can pull away and bringing your fingers to his lips reverently. 

“Good thing we have an entire lifetime of birthdays for me to grow up.”

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[a-casxandra]

❝𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫.❞

Caleb as your boyfriend x you as non-mc, birthday angst.

The bass thumped through the walls of the club, the air thick with perfume, alcohol, and neon lights. People danced like nothing in the world could touch them. But you sat stiffly in the booth, surrounded by people who belonged to a life you didn’t quite fit in.

Caleb’s birthday.

You’d dressed up. Spent an hour doing your makeup. Wore the dress he once said he liked—back when he still said things like that.

You hadn’t known MC would be there.

She was dazzling tonight, even if her lipstick was a little smudged and her laugh too loud from the alcohol. She was everything you weren't—familiar to Caleb, easy to be around. A shared history written in inside jokes and old stories.

She sat on his left. You, his girlfriend, on the right. But somehow, it felt like you were always outside the picture frame.

"Pipsqueak, I told you not to wear skirts—people are gonna stare at you at this point." Caleb said it teasingly to MC, pulling off his jacket and draping it over her lap like it was second nature. Like her comfort was instinct. Like you weren’t even there.

You stared down at your lap. At your own bare thighs, goosebumps rising from the cold. You wore a dress too. But he hadn’t even glanced your way.

Gideon caught it. Always did. He looked at you like he understood. Like he pitied you. He slipped his jacket off and offered it across the table.

You shook your head quickly. “I’m fine.”

But Gideon just smiled softly and insisted. “If my girlfriend were here, she’d be proud of me.”

You took it. Grateful, but humiliated.

Caleb didn’t even notice.

The night dragged on. You didn’t drink. Didn’t dance. You watched Caleb feed MC water between shots, steady her when she tripped in her heels, laugh when she whispered something in his ear.

You should’ve been used to this by now.

You were always understanding.

You knew they had a past.

But it didn’t stop the slow, aching stretch in your chest every time his eyes crinkled with laughter that wasn’t meant for you.

You followed them out to the car. Gideon had gone home already. MC stumbled toward the passenger seat, giggling about something only Caleb could hear. You reached for the handle—just a second too late.

She beat you to it, crawling in and immediately passing out. You looked at Caleb, hoping—praying—he would tell her to switch. That he'd remember you were here, too.

But instead, he just looked at you like this was normal. Like it was okay. “I hope you don’t mind sitting in the backseat instead.”

You stared at him. The man you loved. The man who hadn’t touched your hand once all night. “…Yeah,” you murmured. “It’s fine.”

You sat behind them the whole ride, like a stranger hitching a ride in her own relationship.

Caleb kept glancing at her—tucking her hair back gently, adjusting her skirt when it rode up, smiling softly at her nonsense muttering.

And you watched.

Watched and understood.

Because you knew that look.

It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t friendship.

It was tenderness. That raw, unguarded kind that you hadn’t seen from him in months. Maybe never.

You bit your lip hard enough to taste metal.

You weren’t even mad. You were just… tired.

Tired of being the afterthought.

Tired of being on the outside looking in on your own relationship.

When you got home, at Caleb's apartment. he carried MC to the guest room and tucked her in. Like a scene from a romance film.

You went to bed alone.

He didn’t even come to check on you.

And that night, you curled up on your side, arms wrapped around your own body, and whispered into the dark: “Just once more. I wouldn’t mind being burned if it means keeping you.”

But deep down, you knew the truth.

𝙃𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧.

[everworcim]

Mini sketch based off of this moment in the new card:

[starsforxavi]

thin walls ⁘ caleb

·······•✦ description: When Caleb decides to surprise you by visiting you for the weekend, he doesn't expect to hear your coworker flirting with you so shamelessly… he's going to have to make sure he knows you're taken.

·······•✦ pairing: caleb x afab!reade ·······•✦ word count: 3.5k ·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff ·······•✦ general tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Noise Kink, Improper Use of Evol, Caleb is jealous, Strength Kink, Creampie, Praise Kink, Cowgirl Position, Grinding, Rough Sex, pet names - honey & baby, Let him hear you, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, POV Second Person, No Use of Y/N

·······•✦ posted on: ao3

“I still can’t believe you took on that Wanderer by yourself.” Xavier’s voice carries through the thin walls of your apartment, and Caleb’s ears immediately perk up when he hears your response. 

“Well, if someone weren’t so preoccupied, then I wouldn’t have had to deal with it myself.” Your quip falls on deaf ears because Xavier is too focused on the curve of your lips as you tease him for being distracted by the fireworks in the sky. It seemed that even in the midst of a No-Hunt Zone, the explosions could still be seen. 

Xavier hums, his hands tight at his sides. He wants to do something. Lean against the wall, lean a little closer to you, perhaps even reach a hand out to brush along your arm. However, there’s a small part of him that hesitates for whatever reason. 

Meanwhile, Caleb is lounging back on your couch, his uniform discarded on your bedroom floor and replaced with a pair of grey sweatpants and a tank top that showcases his newly built chest and slightly more muscular arms. He had meant to show up at your apartment as a bit of a surprise after not being able to visit you the past two weekends, but he wasn’t expecting to hear this. 

Heat boils in his blood. How dare this man speak to you this way? Did he not know that you were taken? Caleb’s eyes are honed in on the door, waiting for the moment you enter and notice him sitting there. 

“You seemed pretty capable out there.” Xavier shrugs, his head tilted to the side as you smooth out the vest of your Hunter’s outfit. “I knew you could handle it. You’re strong.” 

His voice drops to a gentle mumble. A quick hand ruffles the hair at the back of his head, and he rubs at his neck as if he had a tight muscle. Caleb could make it tight… 

“Thanks…” You pause, the conversation naturally coming to an end. Besides, you were anticipating calling Caleb when you got home, so you could video call while you ate dinner. “Well, good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

A warm pair of lips against your cheek startles you into a gasp, and Caleb jumps up from the couch, ready to swing if need be. But just as you type in the code to your apartment, you’re followed by a soft whisper. 

“Good night.” Xavier rushes out, his cheeks mirroring yours in their pink flush. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

The moment you open your door, you freeze. 

“Hey, pips.” Caleb smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “How was work?” 

The stars outside tell of your long day, but seeing Caleb’s face in the flesh like this… Even if his expression isn’t particularly pleased… It’s exciting. 

“Caleb!” You kick off your boots and shrug off your jacket, making your way over to him until you’re staring up into his purple eyes. He flickers his gaze between both of your irises, the wide-eyed expression and parted lips making it impossible for him to remain indifferent when you look so pretty. 

“Did he kiss you?” His voice is flat and not ready to play any tricks. 

“No… Well-”

“What?” 

Your hand on his chest stops him from walking out the door and confronting the other Hunter. Profession be damned, he would take care of your coworker with his Evol if he had to. 

“Caleb.” The simple utterance of his name has him pausing, his cheeks burning red as his hands find their way to the curves of your hips. “He just pecked my cheek.” 

“Honey.” An exchange of names lingers, and your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His chest got bigger, and your eyes wander down to his biceps… He’s so strong, and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. 

His hands, huge in size and rough in texture, tighten on your waist, and he would never actually hurt you, but his strength is a constant reminder that he doesn’t need his Evol to lift you. There’s a moment where he takes a breath, a vein in his forehead bulging, but instead of acting on the impulsive thoughts that threaten to overwhelm him… 

He pauses. 

“I came all the way here to surprise you.” He starts, his hair mussed from lounging on the couch. It dips right above his eyes, brushing along his eyebrows. “Because the last few weeks without you have been hell.” The last word comes as a whisper, his nose poking against yours. “And I hear your coworker speaking to you like that.” 

Each sentence that leaves his lips is quieter than the last, his tone dipping down into husky and intense. Meanwhile, his eyes follow your features, your eyes, your lips, the curve of your nose. He’s not angry at you… But the situation is surely not ideal. 

“I… I don’t know why he did that. I’ll make sure he knows I’m taken.” You mumble, your thumb tracing the neckline of his tank top. “But I’m happy to see you.” 

His expression lightens slightly, and a smile finally makes its way to his eyes. Because he is happy to see you, but the sudden interruption to his expected plans is jarring, to say the least.

“I’m happy to see you, too, honey.” His breath fans out across your face, and he trails one hand up your side to the collar of your uniform. “You don’t know how much I missed you.” 

The subtle grip of his thumb and forefinger on your chin forces you to look at him, and fuck he can’t control himself when you bat your eyelashes and stare with wide eyes. 

“I missed you- mmph!” 

His lips find yours, interrupting your sentence that is dripping in emotion. They slot perfectly together, and his large palm encloses the back of your neck. With you being held still, Caleb’s hand on your hip moves to your collar, beginning to pop the buttons of your uniform one by one. 

Caleb’s tongue parts your lips, too preoccupied by your taste and the feeling of you in front of him to focus on anything else. As the last button is undone, he pushes it off your shoulders, exposing the soft curves of your body that are still covered by an undershirt. 

After shedding you of your top layer, his hand expertly unbuckles your belt, throwing it to the side to fall on top of your shirt. His feral lips devour every inch of your mouth, not wanting to be separated for a minute, and sharp inhales of breath reach your ears, echoing your own desperate way to keep feeling the warmth of his mouth on yours. 

“Honey…” He sighs, slipping his hand under your shirt to grip your bare skin. After being unable to feel the smooth expanse of your body beneath his hand for the last few weeks, his mood soured by him… “You’re mine… Only mine.” The words come out naturally.

It’s more pleading and desperate than it is overpowering. He’s possessive, yes, but he’s also well aware that you can make your own decisions. You’re only his if you want to be his, whereas he will always be yours. 

“Yours.” You assure him, your eyes still closed as you relish in the gentle touch that trails along the side of your torso. “I’ll- I’ll make sure he knows I’m taken.” You repeat, wanting to assure Caleb. A part of you is sure that you at least dropped Caleb’s name, or surely Xavier has seen your lockscreen which is a picture of Caleb’s goofy grin poking out from behind a bouquet of your favorite flowers… But with the Fleet’s controlling stature and intimidating hold they had over Caleb and their colonels, you were apprehensive in explicitly stating your relationship at times.

“I can make sure he knows tonight.” His voice has a hint of teasing in it, but you know he’s serious when his large hands dip under your thighs to hoist them around his waist. The bulge of his obvious arousal brushes against the seat of your jeans, and although you can’t feel much through the thick denim, the hitch in Caleb’s breath tells you all you need to know. 

Before you can ask what exactly he means by that, he’s taking measured steps down your hallway and toward your bedroom. He knows your apartment like the back of his hand, and as one hand cradles the curve of your ass and the other traces the curve of your spine, he follows the exact path he always takes until his knees hit the plush side of your bed. 

“Baby…” Caleb rasps, pulling away for just a moment so he can shed his pants and top. 

“Eager, are we?” You try to tease him, but the words are caught in your throat when you catch a glimpse of the small trail of hair between his navel and the throbbing length of his cock that is already glistening with arousal. 

Tendrils of his Evol wrap around your ankles, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed where he kneels obediently without needing to be asked. He’s nothing if not a giver, and as soon as he saw the look on your face when you walked in the door, he knew he would have to give and give and give until you could only remember his name. 

“For you, baby? Always eager.” He makes quick work of your pants, unbuttoning them and teasingly pulling them down your legs along with your panties. They aren’t anything special, just a pair of cotton underwear, since you truly didn’t expect Caleb to show up. A mumbled, ‘cute’ slips from his tongue, but he doesn’t pay it much mind because what he really wants to see is hidden beneath. 

“Fuck…” He pushes up your shirt to just below the cups of your bra, his lips finding the flesh right above your navel and pressing a kiss there. “You wanna know what I’m also eager for?”

There isn’t a second for you to even contemplate your answer, what with his palms pushing your thighs until you’re completely spread and at his mercy. Your slick folds glisten with arousal at the haze in his eyes, a determination setting in with the flick of his tongue along the seam of his lips. “‘M eager…” Taking a deep breath, he hovers over the hood of your clit, watching with a deep fascination and undivided attention as it subtly throbs under his gaze. “To make sure that little neighbor of yours hears- ha- just how good I’m making you feel.” 

A sharp exhale rattles in your chest, and it’s followed by a high-pitched whine. Caleb doesn’t have any experience besides what he’s explored with you, but god does he know you like the back of his hand. The tip of his tongue parts your folds, tasting your essence and letting out a low moan as everything about you overwhelms him. 

It overwhelms him in the best way. 

“Is the window open?” His husky voice drops to the one he uses as a colonel, and your head automatically nods as if you were a subordinate answering a command. 

“Good.” 

It’s the last word he says before diving back down. His hands splay across your abdomen, and the broadness of his shoulders keeps your thighs open. He could use his Evol just as he did multiple times before, but there’s something about holding you with pure strength…

With your thighs spread impossibly open, Caleb is able to see the way your hole flutters. The flat of his tongue covers you, moving all the way from your entrance to your throbbing clit, to which he wraps his lips around and sucks. 

“Fuck- Ca-leb!” Your voice carries across the room, your fingers threading through his brunette locks as white hot pleasure pools in your lower abdomen. Your neck nearly snaps as your head falls back against the bed. “Fu-fuck, please.” 

He hums, flicking his tongue against your clit as the most lewd sucking noise comes from the way he shamelessly shakes his head and spreads your slick across his cheeks and chin. 

Yes, god, yes.  Caleb’s mind races, cock throbbing against his thigh as he keeps his eyes locked on you. He wants the whole world to know how good he’s making you feel, but more than that… The idea of your upstairs neighbor hearing, perhaps getting aroused by your beautiful noises. 

But he’s not here. He will never be here. It’s Caleb who is drawing each and every moan from your lips, and it’s Caleb who will sink into your tight heat. And it’s Caleb who will fill you to the brim, watching it drip from your hole. 

“Good- ah- girl,” Caleb breathes, his nose grinding against your clit with each curl of his tongue inside your twitching hole. “Are you ready for me?” 

“Yes-” 

“Louder.” He stands, using his strength to lift and maneuver you into his lap. “I want him to hear you.” 

Him. 

The image of Xavier staring at his window, hearing your moans of pleasure as Caleb fucks you into oblivion. Goosebumps drift across your body, the thickness of his cock nestling right between your folds. A vein bumps your clit, pulling air from your lungs. 

“Yes!” You whimper, cheeks flushed and eyes wide with desire, as Caleb soothes his hands along your sides. 

“There you go.” The slow roll of his vowels makes your entire body thrum, hands gripping at his shoulders while he guides your hips to grind on his cock. 

The tease of not actually slipping inside even though you really want to… It’s excruciating, and you lean forward with your lips so devastatingly close to Caleb’s. You need him, and the thought of Xavier is long gone from your mind. 

“Please…” You whimper, frantically wiggling your hips and shifting forward until the head of his cock almost catches your entrance. “Need you, Caleb.” 

“Hmmm,” The tilt of his head is so annoyingly hot, your arousal coating his cheeks and chin still from how feral he seemed between your thighs. He chews on his bottom lip. “What do you need exactly, honey?” 

Your chest rumbles, and you close your eyes to let your words actually come out. “You. Your cock. Everything.” It’s everything. You want everything. You need everything. All Caleb needs is to give it to you. 

His hand kneads your hip, pulling you up just enough to press the tip of his cock against your entrance. “If you need it, take it.” Caleb shrugs, looking up at you as you rub along his shoulders. “But I’ll tell you one thing, honey.” 

Leaning forward, he pecks your lips. It’s gentle and soft. 

“I’m gonna fuck you… Hard.” It’s just a whisper, spoken against your parted lips, but you hear every single slur of syllables that is dripping in desire and edged in pure love. “He’s gonna hear how good I’m fucking you… And he’s gonna know that he will never have you like I will.” 

As he speaks, he slowly pushes you down onto his length, and each inch has him swallowing a whimper from your lips. It’s been weeks since you’ve had him like this, and sitting in his lap, flush against his pelvis and so so full… 

“Caleb…” You whine, leaning into his palm that cradles your cheek. “Pl-ease!” 

Planting his feet on your bed, he bucks up into you, the curve of his cock pressing against your g-spot and adding to the lava that laps at your lower abdomen. He’s so deep, reaching spots inside you that even his fingers can’t. 

“Co-me on, honey.” His jaw tightens, wrapping an arm around you and pushing against your upper back until your body is flush against his. Your pebbled nipples poke through your shirt, sending a shiver down Caleb’s spine. “You’re so wet for me…” His other hand kneads your ass, guiding you in a slow ride on his cock that makes you feel every inch of his throbbing length. 

“Ca-leb- fuck.” The moan heightens into more of a scream when Caleb keeps you completely still, making you sit there on your knees while his hips create a brutal pace. His balls slap against your ass, creating a cacophony of noises that he hopes will be heard from the floor above. 

“Say it- fuck-  again, honey.” A furrow in his eyebrows creases at his forehead, and while he wants so badly to watch your expressions, he’s on a mission. 

The sharp sting of his teeth on your neck makes you yelp, your mouth falling open, and your nails dig into his shoulders. There will surely be indents there in the morning, but fuck does Caleb think it’s the hottest thing when he can see the manifestations of your ownership over him. 

He is yours. Irrevocably and completely yours. 

“Oh my- g-od,” the sensation of his teeth nipping at your skin, paired with the soothing warmth of his tongue and the incessant stretch of his cock that only pulls out halfway before burying deep inside you is all too much. Your back arches, head falling to the side to allow Caleb more access to mark you how he pleases. 

“So good.” He whispers more to himself than to you. The noises you make are so satisfying that he finds himself holding back his own moans. How dare he corrupt your beautiful noises? “So perfect.” His teeth dig into your neck, making small marks of his canines that send a rush of slight pain that mixes with the pleasure, showing everyone who dares to look that you’re taken. The voice in your throat catches with each bump of your clit on his pelvis, the incessant whimpers and moans of his name becoming music to his ears. 

“Caleb. Caleb. Caleb. Ca-leb! Caleb!” His name is a mantra, and very quickly do you find that your nerves are fraying, only feeling the familiar pulsing of his cock that fits so perfectly inside you. Like he was meant for you. 

His hips don’t slow down, keeping the pace and causing your ass to bounce each time he fucks up into you. The hand on your ass pushes you back down, each time you come up, and your muscles burn with exertion and the heat that threatens to burn you alive. 

“Love you so much.” He whispers against your lips, unable to stop the need to kiss you. It’s sloppy and more of an exchange of noises than anything, but he needs more than anything to be close to you. “So, so much.” 

“Love you too.” You mirror him, your pussy clenching down on him as the pleasure mounts into something uncontrollable. Although you want to say more, it’s cut off with a loud moan that borders on a scream of his name. 

“Good girl…” He soothes you, watching as your eyes go half-lidded and your mouth falls open. Through the haze, your vision blurs, and your orgasm crashes down on you. It’s intense and overwhelming, but the shining purple of Caleb’s eyes that meet yours is the one grounding thing in the whirlwind around you. 

It’s so overwhelming that you can’t even feel the twitching of Caleb’s cock as he empties himself inside you. With so long since his last release - his hand isn’t enough anymore - you’re filled to the brim. It leaks out from around his length, ruining the sheets. 

His breath comes in labored gasps as he keeps pounding you through his own release. It’s a sense of overstimulation that forces continuous moans that rise in volume. You don’t care anymore about the neighbors hearing, or even Xavier knowing exactly what is happening to you and who is making you shake and jerk in Caleb’s grasp. 

“My honey…” He smooths down your hair, his hips pausing and hand guiding your hips in a grind that slows until you’re completely still on top of him. 

A shit eating grin stretches his lips as you push up and stare down at him. His eyes follow your features, cupping your cheek and holding you so tenderly despite fucking you so hard that you can only remember your name when he whispers it against your lips. 

“You did so well for me, honey.” His thumb traces your cheekbone, chuckling when you still stare with a dazed expression. “Are you okay?” 

“Mhm.” You hum, nodding slowly. “Good. I’m good.” 

“Good.” He smiles, pecking your lips and holding you close as his other hand slips under your shirt to rub your bare back, catching the clasp of your bra. “You’re so beautiful.” 

A satisfied hum leaves you, and your eyes close as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. It reminds you that he’s here, he’s yours, and you’re his. 

Just as you’re about to drift to sleep, his deep voice sits close to your ear. 

“You think he heard you?” 

A light smack to his bicep makes him chuckle, but you can only reply with a mumble. “I think the whole city heard me, you dork.” 

© starsforxavi

[kockaslili]

The first rays of sunshine after the night that had changed everything

[deepspacenova]

The Space Between Then and Now

Last year, you brought flowers to the cemetery. This year, you're bringing yourself to him. (Or, you're determined to make up for lost time with Caleb on his birthday)

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➻➻ ABOUT | 6000 words. caleb x fem!reader.

➻➻ TAGS | MDNI. friends to lovers. banter. love confessions. angst with a happy ending. unresolved romantic tension. smut. porn with feelings.

NOTE: I Happy birthday to our dearest, most devoted and pathetic simp of a man, Caleb! Please enjoy my take on the first time with MC that he desereves xx

You arrived just after the sky had softened into a warm, muted glow, the sunshine filtering through clouds thick with showers that would likely fall in the afternoon.

It was quiet in the way only midday during a Linkon summer could be. The rustle of trees, distant traffic, and the soft whirr of cicadas rising from somewhere nearby.

The walkway curved gently as you made your way inside, taking notice of the details that had changed since you were last here.

On the surface, your surroundings hadn’t changed much. In fact, you were certain that anyone who passed through wouldn’t look twice at the subtle shifts that stood out to you like night and day.

Like death and life.

Or, maybe it was because the change came from you rather than the world around you. Either way, you slowed as you reached the end, hesitating when the light started to shift and wash rays of sunshine over the view ahead.

You kept your gaze steady. Familiar lines, angles, and planes meeting your eye, sharp edges worn smooth in the places your fingers always landed first.

Your breath caught in your throat, just for a second. Then you exhaled.

“Hi, Caleb,” you said quietly.

All that he was in your mind came to a halt as you read his name carved in stone.

You were pulling the door of your storage unit open when your phone buzzed.

You fumbled for your phone, eyes flicking over the bins and boxes around you, all washed in the harsh white glow of the automatic ceiling lights. The melancholy in your chest lifted the moment you saw the name flash across the screen. 

“Calling me before dinner time?” You started checking the top of each box to scan the labels. “Did you get fired or something?”

“That’s the first thing you say to me?” His voice was warm and light and not nearly as bothered as his words. “Not ‘I’m so happy you called, Caleb.’ ‘I’m so glad to hear your beautiful voice, Caleb.’”

You snorted as you took stock of the most important pieces of your young adulthood, tucked away and labeled with faded marker — Art projects. Boyband phase. School binders. “If you ever heard me say something like that you’d be concerned and you know it.”

“Okay, yeah. I would.” A conceding hum as you wound through a few more boxes and headed to your destination. “Still, the first thing you assume when I call is that I'm in trouble?”

“You’re the one who trained me to be suspicious.”

“Not of me.” His indignant chuckle crackled through the receiver. “I’m the only one you shouldn’t have to be suspicious of in the-“

His voice cut off when an echoing thump reverberated through the unit.

Your elbow had accidentally knocked over one of the boxes. All you could do was wince when his concerned voice asked, “What was that?”

You hesitated for half a second, trying to ignore the throb of pain in your arm as you tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear and did your best to cover. “Nothing I’m just… I’m cooking.”

He sucked in a dramatic hiss. “Yikes. Well how about you quit ‘cooking’ while your kitchen is still intact? I'll order you some take out.”

“Ass,” you laughed, both relieved he fell for your cover and offended he was so averse to your cooking. “Joke’s on you, I’ll make you pay for your favorite and eat it in front of you when we video chat later.”

“That’s just cruel.” His pouting tone crackled through the receiver as you crouched in front of a seperate group of boxes taped with care — no names, no labels. These boxes were too important to ever need identifiers. Too important for you to forget their contents.

“Besides,” he continued. “It’s June first now. You should be cuttin' me some slack.”

Opening the first box to reveal a year’s worth of aviation subscription magazines and an old-style compass, you feigned a confused hum. “What’s so important about June?”

The second box contained a few textbooks, a stack of notebooks, paper airplanes in various states of folding, sketches of aircrafts, and a basketball jersey worn thin at the collar.

“Don’t tease, pip-squeak. You know what June is.”

The third box contained the scattered pieces of an FY-26 model aircraft, a graduation cap, an Aerospace Academy Diploma, and sitting right at the top: a DAA acceptance letter.

“Um, summer?”

Something behind your ribcage squeezed when you took in the pile of frames in the last box. They were carefully stacked, edges cushioned with folded T-shirts you’d probably meant to donate. You peeled one back and picked up the top frame, fingertip ghosting over the glass that protected Caleb’s 19-year-old, wind-tousled face. 

“Um, no. How about-“ his voice shifted to a squeaky, child-like pitch, “June is my favorite month of the year because that’s when Caleb was born.”

“That’s it, no cake for you,” you conceded with a groan.

“So there will be cake?”

Your mouth curled into a reluctant grin at the boyish question as you turned over another frame: your arms wrapped around Caleb, who was decked out in a flight uniform in front the hangar of his first life-sized aircraft. “I’m afraid that’s classified information, Caleb.”

“Uh, that's Colonel Caleb. And nothing is classified when it comes to me," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm not above pullin' rank."

"That's really cute, but I outrank you in ways your little Fleet title could never touch."

A pause as he considered his options, and then, wisely, "Fine, you win. Bossy."

He was quiet for a moment after that, and just as you opened your mouth to ask when he’d be leaving work for the day, his voice cut in, lower now, careful. “I just wanted to see if-“ Another pause. And then, quieter, “You know you don't have to plan anything big for me, right? It’s impossible for me not to love anything we do together.”

You picked up another frame, tracing the bridge of his 17-year-old nose, the ghost of his freckles, the slope of his cheek pressed against yours. Every frame was a timestamp of who he used to be, and who you were with him. Each year a heartbeat, stitched to your chest in a pattern only the two of you could ever decode.

Sometimes it was almost jarring, hearing his voice now. Older, sharper, shaped by years that had carved more out of him than you think you'd ever know. But there was something soft buried beneath it, some fragile remnant of the young man in these photos. That hesitation, his unspoken question that lingered in the air, it bridged the gap between the past in your hands and the present on the other end of the line. It made you hopeful that he wanted this birthday to be different, too. To mean something different.

“Yeah, I know,” you said softly, gently tucking the frames back into place and closing the box. “It’s actually going to be just the two of us.”

The roughened sound of his next words traced over you like velvet. "You're all mine, then?"

“Just you and me.”

"Can't wait." 

By the time you'd both finished growing up, you and Caleb could fill entire notebooks with the number of unspoken rules between you.

Some were born out of necessity, others out of pure accident. But by the time you were both well into being teenagers, it seemed that every year a new rule needed to be scribbled in. 

Age 15: Don’t comment on how deep his voice has gotten or how big his muscles are.

Age 16: Don’t barge into each other’s rooms without knocking first, just in case he's changing or...

Age 17: Don’t press your backside into Caleb in the early morning when you sleep over in his bed.

Age 18: Don’t tell him about any confession notes you receive from guys at school.

Age 19: Don’t break out in goosebumps when he touches you, fixes your hair, adjusts your collar, ties your shoes...

You'd both done so well at playing years of mental chess, it wasn't until he was gone, until every part of your soul had crumbled, that the chessboard tipped over, and you started to put the pieces together. Realized what it all meant. That you'd wanted to bend those rules so many times. That every don't you never dared to break could've so easily been rewritten as a do. 

Ever since your work trip to Skyhaven and your subsequent dealings with the Fleet all those months ago, you and Caleb had reached a new sort of limbo. Both settling back into your old rhythm and... not.

Because when he takes you out to lunch while he has business in Linkon, he doesn't sit across from you at the table anymore, he sits next to you with an arm draped across the back of your chair or booth, the softness of his bicep brushing the nape of your neck. 

Because when you take him out with you and your friends, he doesn't order your drink and stand nearby, he's pressed up against your back and holding your drink for you, chin brushing your temple when he holds a conversation.

Because when he sleeps over on a weekend, he doesn't wake you with the smell of cooking breakfast, he sits on your bed, filling it with the scent of juniper and apple and him, brushes your hair aside, and coos a soft, 'Mornin' pip' until you're awake."

It had been taking you back to all the times he visited from the Aerospace Academy when you were in high school. Those long weekends when no one could pry you away from each other's company. 

It was comforting, it was intimate, and just like back then...

You're all mine, then?

It was getting to you.

Every touch, inside joke, every show of affection made your mind spin further and further until you were left with a tangled web. Wondering if these past months were him picking back up where you left off or...

You're all mine, then?

Trying to break the stalemate between you. 

You hated the Farspace Fleet. What they were up to, how they treated people, everything they stood for. And yet you'd reunited with Caleb because of what they did. You'd discovered that while you'd always known Caleb was there for you, you didn't think he understood that you were there for him too. That the thing suspended between you had always been a window, not a mirror.

And honestly? Caleb had held up that one-way mirror so securely, so expertly, that you never even knew it was there until his rain-drenched body collapsed into your arms on a park bench and the glass finally shattered around you.

It made you realize he needed you, even if he didn't want to. Even if he'd convinced himself he couldn't. 

It made you realize that you wanted to be the one to stand beside him, to support and protect him too.

You're all mine, then?

It made you realize you wanted to be all his. 

The thing about Caleb was that he'd always taken the lead when it came to your safety, your well-being. But with almost every other aspect of your relationship, he took your lead. His own happiness, well-being, and feelings a closed book unless you pried it open when he least expected it.

Which meant you were going to need to think up a strategy. A distraction. A temptation so thorough Caleb would grab the book and help you crack it open himself.

Caleb had long ago appointed himself as your knight.

It was time to show him you'd forged yourself into his sword. 

The sky outside had softened into a warm, muted glow, the moon backlighting the clouds thick with showers that never fell that afternoon.

It was quiet in the way only an evening during a Skyhaven summer could be. The sound of rain hitting glass. The soft whirr of planes flying by.

The walkway curved gently as you made your way inside, taking notice of the details that had changed since you were last here.

On the surface, your surroundings hadn’t changed much. In fact, you were certain that anyone who passed through wouldn’t look twice at the subtle shifts that stood out to you like day and night.

Like life and death.

Or, maybe it was because the change came from you rather than the world around you. Either way, you slowed as you reached the end, hesitating when the light started to shift. Moonlight glimmering over the view ahead.

You kept your gaze steady. Familiar lines, angles, and planes meeting your eye, sharp edges worn smooth in the places your fingers always landed first.

Your breath caught in your throat, just for a second. Then you exhaled.

“Hi, Caleb,” you said quietly.

All that he was in your mind came to a halt as he turned to face you with a smile that your lips instinctively mimicked.

Lopsided, unhurried, the kind that deepened the freckles across his cheeks and lit faint creases at the corners of his eyes. You’d seen him only a dozen minutes ago, but you already missed the way he looked at you. Steady, open, like you were still the only thing in the room worth seeing.

“About time you showed up. Any longer and I would've eaten...."

You'd never say that your birthday plans for Caleb had unfolded the way you'd intended them to — you hadn't anticipated a downpour on the way here, for one; had hoped to be the one waiting for him in the kitchen rather than the other way around, for another — but you'd happily admit that you'd donned this iridescent periwinkle slip of satin and ribbons with the exact goal of leaving Caleb staring at you like this. Eyes huge and hungry. Knuckles tightening by his sides. Like you were a gift he was desperate to unwrap. 

"Would've eaten..."

It was the hour where evening surrendered to night and the world quieted. Dinner had been long eaten. Cake frosting had been swiped along cheeks and noses with laughter. You’d taken Caleb on a tour of an apartment that you'd turned into his apartment: his living room and bedroom scattered with every frame from your box, a stack of aviation magazines he needed to catch up on by his coffee table, paper cranes peeking out from nooks and crannies, the worn navy throw you'd always stolen in high school draped across the couch, and, carefully reassembled from fractured pieces and painted to match its memory, the FY-26 model, his first and his favorite.

You'd caught a sort of lost and dazed look in his eyes every once in a while. As if he wasn't sure he could trust what he was seeing. In fact, it was quite similar to his expression now.

"You..."

Your heart high-jumped to your throat and you almost backed out. Almost ran back to the safety of the bathroom down the hall.

But if there was one thing you could count on, it was how well you knew Caleb. So instead, you squared your shoulders, lifted your chin, and held his gaze.

“I, what?” You tried for something nonchalant, something coquettish and casual, but the blood flooding up to your cheeks was a dead giveaway that you were completely out of your element.

His eyes descended upon your dress. “You… Look blue.” His brows pinched in a wince almost instantly, and he raised a hand to run through his hair. “Your dress, I mean.”

“It reminded me of the summer sky. Of June," you replied smoothly, fingers brushing the hem of the satin where it clung to your thigh. “Someone recently informed me it’s my favorite month.”

A spark of something illuminated his eyes as the initial shock wore off. Amusement? Interest? He scanned you again, slower this time and a greedy sort of lust flickered across across his face

“Pip-squeak,” he rasps, as if his voice is caught on something in the back of his throat. “Are you saying this is for me?”

You parted your lips to respond, but this time, you were the one who couldn’t make a sound. All you could do was nod, slow and shaky, your breath catching as your chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven pulls.

A sound escaped him then, a low and guttural, half-whimper, half-groan as he tilted his head back to face the ceiling, as if the sight of you was something he had to physically wrestle himself against. And for a moment, he looked wrecked. Unsteady in a way you rarely got to see. And it was next to impossible to keep your expression from turning satisfied or smug.

But when his gaze dropped back down to you, there was a tightness in his jaw and his features schooled again into the mask he always wore when things felt too close. When he felt too much.

You weren’t going to let him retreat behind it.

So you took a step forward, close enough to feel the heat between you buzz in the air. And slowly, deliberately, you lowered your left shoulder, letting the satin ribbon of your strap slide over the slope of your shoulder until it fell off.

“It’s just you and me,” you reminded, all but erasing the line you were inviting him to cross.

“Is this...?” he trailed off, the disbelief all over his face. And then he moved, so fast you could've mistaken it for teleportation. In the kitchen one breath, and standing in front of you the next, like gravity had dragged him forward before thought could stop him. His jaw was twitching again. “You alright, pip-squeak?”

The words were an excuse. A reassurance. A lifeline he was giving you the option to grab onto. Begging you to say 'no' so he could slither back into his armor and hide behind the mask of the protector again. 

You nodded. “And… I'm all yours." You watched the way his violet-gold eyes turned molten as he remembered his words from a few weeks ago. "If you want?"

Slowly, his fingertip reached out to graze yours before it traced down the slip's hem, down the sensitive skin of your thigh. The first overtly sexual advance he'd ever made. 

It was your turn for a half-whimper as that thought and sensation swirled together and pooled hotly between your legs.

But that little breath was never finished, never fully exhaled. Instead, it was captured, consumed by Caleb when his arm shot out, cupped the back of your neck, and drew you into a deep, bone-crushing kiss. 

Fueled by his urgency you sealed your arms around his neck, molding your body to the shape of his from top to toe as you kissed him back.

Without breaking contact, he hooked a trembling forearm beneath your leg, the other banding around your back, and lifted you. Wrapping you around him. You barely registered the motion until he lowered you both to the couch, Caleb's thighs appearing beneath you and your legs bracketing his sides.

Not once did he stop taking hard, deep pulls of your upper lip, your tongue, your lower lip into his mouth. 

The sensation was everything. He was everything. His palm guiding the angle of your head, his heart thumping against yours, his belt buckle digging into your stomach, his hardness brushing your- 

“Wait," he gasped, gently prying your faces apart for a split second only sigh and find his way back like a magnet.

"Wait." he stamped another kiss onto your lips. Another. "Hold on.”

He tried again, this time tilting his head so his heavy pants and puffy lips were pressed into your forehead instead. A jagged exhale. “Take it easy on a man,” he mumbled weakly.

You tilted your head up as well, looking at him hungrily. Caleb shook his head in wonder, swiped his thumbs over your jaw and kissed you again. 

“I need to... Let me come once, Pip-squeak,” he rasped against your lips. “And I’ll last longer. Will you- is that alright? I’ll make it good. I promise.”

You were sliding off him and onto your knees before he finished asking the question.

You undid his belt buckle in two sharp jerks. Caleb groaned as you pulled at the buttons of his trousers and dragged his underwear down at the same time. His cock popped out, red and swollen, gleaming at the tip.

He pulled your hair from your eyes, watched your mouth stretch around him, start working him back and forth. The silky length of him bumped the back of your throat and the muscle tightened, forcing you to retreat. 

A deep wrinkle slashed across his forehead as you took him again, ready this time. Exhaling to push deeper when he nudged your throat. His eyes shut, and his mouth parted. You’ve never seen him like this, and you struggled to keep your eyes open, your head tilted back, to watch how his body responded to you. 

“‘If I want’,” he stuttered your words back to you, the guttural quality of his voice curling heat around the throbbing center of you. “Can’t believe you would even ask me that.” 

Caleb caressed your hair, drawing back the flyaway strands clinging to your face. "This isn't real. This has to be a dream..." His eyes closed a sliver, and he studied you with that dazed look again.

You twisted your fingers around the base of him, working the head with your mouth to give yourself a break. Flicking the tip with your tongue, you fucked it gently between your lips, lapping at it almost shyly as you felt the other strap of your dress flick down your shoulder.

With no straps to support it, the thin top of your slip folded right over and your breasts were uncovered.

It took you a little too long to realize both his hands were still tangled in your hair and that only his Evol could've done that, but by then the intensity of his gaze on your puckered nipples had arrested your attention. As well as his Adam's apple, which bobbed on a swallow when his hand slid down to cup your chin and scan your face.

"You've always been in my dreams. It didn't matter if I was awake or asleep," he murmured. "Gorgeous, brilliant, clever. My cunning little bird, always ten steps ahead of me." The sentence ended on a breathy chuckle as he looked at the room you'd made into your own little world, acknowledging the fact that you'd maneuvered him right into your own version of paradise. 

"Everything I do always leads back to you." His hips rocked forward, gaining momentum as he started fucking your mouth again, spelling every word of affection and praise you've ever wanted to hear across your cheek, your chest, your inner thighs. He caught his breath between talking. His face flushed. You could see how it was affecting him. "The only constant in my life. The only thing that never fades."

"No one else exists for me but you. This, pip-squeak?” He forced himself down your throat until you gagged. "It's the center of the damn universe, it's... It's you and me."

You moaned around his cock, heat building between your legs, listening to his unhinged monologue. What else could you get him to admit with just the slow glide of your throat?

His eyes squeezed shut as he came with a rough jerk, his hips lurching as his release spilled down your throat, a drop trickling down to your chin. 

You barely had time to react before the hum of his Evol surrounded you, and you were yanked back onto his lap. It was quick and jerky, the master of gravity, untethered and unsteady.

He looked at you with that wonder in his eyes again, and this time, when he kissed you, it was all sex. His tongue licked from your chin into your mouth, tasting every drop of himself. He squeezed your right breast, pinching your nipple before he let go. You cried out, and he repeated it until you were so sensitive that when his lips and teeth replaced his hand, you arched up and gasped a strangled, “Caleb.”

He smiled, unguarded, all teeth. An real smile. You melted. His thumb traced your lower lip tenderly. “I've always been obsessed with you.”

Your laughter turned to breath at the admission, the most oversimplified definition of the bone-deep, soul-deep strands that connected you. 

“I've always loved you." You weren't sure if it was a correction or an addendum as you felt him trace the curve of your neck, shoulder, down your arm, with a possessive palm. Dragging the slip down further so it pooled at the top of your hips.

Caleb’s eyes flicked down immediately. 

You breathed deeper, putting on a bit of a show as your chest sank and swelled upon each inhale. You’d never felt more beautiful. More connected. More seen. 

His fingers stroked your right nipple and he lowered his head, taking the left between his lips. His tongue swirled around the globe, and he teased you with a drag of his teeth. Only letting go when your breath caught on a whimper. 

"But you already knew that, didn't you?” He said, dragging his fingers down your collarbone, between your breasts, to the bottom, most intimate part of your abdomen. "That I was made for you."

“There's no one else for me," you agreed, orbiting closer and closer to desperation with every word that tumbled from his lips. "You're the only one who- I only know what love is because of you.” You pressed down, seeking friction against his thigh. “I need- Touch me. Do something.”

He bunched up your slip, and air rushed out of his lungs. You widened your legs across his lap, inviting him closer, heart racing. 

His violet-gold eyes locked onto yours. “If I wake up to find this is all a dream, I’m going to be furious."

Your laugh morphed into a moan as his middle finger grazed your wetness, sliding straight down your middle. He leaned forward to guide your back onto the couch, then rose back up to watch your naked, dripping center writhe against his half-clothed thighs.

“Please,” you begged, shivering just from his touch.

“Like this?” he asked, sliding himself back to devour the space between your legs with his mouth. 

You moaned, bracing one foot between his shoulder blades and the other on the rug below, lifting yourself up as Caleb pressed his mouth down.

You built a rhythm, tilting your hips until his tongue touched that point on your clit that made your eyes roll back. You gyrated your hips so he kept teasing it, harder and faster, back and forth, up and down. The perfect point of pressure, over and over, until you were trembling between his hands while he held you.

A pillow dug into your squirming shoulders, your left foot hung awkwardly over the couch, your toes grappled for stability. But you barely registered any of that as the pressure gathering behind your belly intensified.

“Yes, yes,” You pleaded. “I need- I’m so—"

You went silent as your entire body tensed up. 

Caleb sucked harder as you rode your orgasm. And when you started shaking from the sensitivity, he lifted your hips higher, your whole body levitating from the couch as he positioned you mid-air with his Evol, a more comfortable angle for him to spread your ass cheeks apart and drag his tongue between them. 

“Oh,” your gasp pitched into a breathy sort of squeal at the sensation.

“Perfect,” Caleb’s voice had become a permanent, deep rasp as your mind and body continued to fly, free to focus on all your senses without any tethers. Safe to lose all abandon in the space he carved for you between the earth and the heavens. “Every part of you.” 

As your blurred gaze tried to focus on the ceiling above you, you heard movement and the rustle of fabric before you felt a hot, toned chest press into yours, shaky breaths and puffy lips against the side of your neck, and two strong arms band around your back and thigh. One hand curled around the nape of your neck, the other possessively cupping your sex.

He sank with you until the backs of your thighs and elbows rested on the pilled carpet. His knees and forearms bracketing yours in a warm embrace, anchoring you beneath him as the support of his Evol dissipated and he continued to torture you with the rub of his calloused palm concentrated in small, quick movements against your clit.

Your thighs quaked so hard you could barely feel them, legs closing together on instinct.

"What do you think you're doing?" He cooed, prying them apart forcefully. Caleb's lips hovered, bumping against yours with every spoken word. "Let me enjoy this. Let me savor you."

You could only gasp as he drove his fingers into you, stretching you open for him a fraction more with each stroke. He worked your harder, faster, flicking your clit with his thumb every time he penetrated you. 

"Sweet," he whispered, capturing your tongue with his lips and slowly releasing it on a suck.

Your teeth sank into his bottom lip before he could pull away, dragging him back to you.

"Sour," he growled as you threw your head back, the sensation between your legs starting to close in on you again.

"Delicious." He fused his lips to yours once more. Kissing you once, twice, three times. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard, spots of light splashed behind your eyelids as he continued to torture you with the steady glide of his fingers.

You were so wet, Caleb’s fingers moved with unfettered access as you approached your peak. You cried out for mercy as he held his fingers inside of you, hooked and pressing on that point that made you see stars.

“Look at you,” he awed, his voice a distant murmur, locked beyond the gates of your internal pleasure. "I've always been able to hold myself back. Every time you looked at me... with those eyes…”

You clenched around him so tightly, your entire body coiled up, as if struck by lightning. 

And then you imploded. 

A rush of liquid released from between your legs as your body trembled through its release. You panted, floating up in the clouds, your mind filled with fog, drifting somewhere above your body. The only semblance of focus you could muster was on the sound of your name and the self-condemning words that tumbled like confessed sins from lips that scattered trails of kisses from your throat to your ribcage.

"I've always been strong enough..."

“Make it too easy to forget who I’m supposed to be... what I’m supposed to do…”

"... don't know if I can protect you anymore...”

His body seemed to be separated from his mind as he continued to stroke and hold you through it, murmuring vulnerable words against your damp skin. Your hands caressed over every part of him you could reach, his hair, the nape of his neck, his biceps, his chest, his lower back, his backside and back up again.

You wondered how long he'd been holding this in, how long it had been since he'd last been able to truly confide in someone, as you waited for your quaking body to calm and your senses to sharpen again. 

"Caleb," you said, quiet but firm. Your palms found their way to his cheeks and brought his eyes to meet your open gaze. "You've never needed to be anything to deserve my love for you."

His nostrils flared and his jaw tightened, like he was shielding himself from your words. Like he couldn't allow himself to believe you.

You decided to give him no other choice. Pressing his hips down with one of your palms, you lined him up against you and guided his cock into you with the other.

"Gods," Caleb groaned in surrender, his face filling with pleasure, forehead falling against yours.

"You don't need to earn a place in my life. You deserve to tell me what you want and how you feel. You deserve to have friends." Tilting your hips up and down as you moved yourself on him, you kept your words steady. As raw and honest as the feeling of him inside you. "You deserve to be home."

"Can't resist you, Pips." His hand hooked beneath your thigh, wrapping it around him and taking over from a different angle. Chanting more confessions with every thrust. "All I ever wanted... was to give you everything. For your life to be safe… and happy."

His eyes were pools of melted gold and amethyst, each jewel an offering to you as he studied you in unwavering worship. He moved back and forth, gliding faster and faster, and when you thought he couldn’t possibly get any closer, he dragged his hips backwards and thrust again.

"Only if you're in it," you whimpered, realizing he was going to make you come again. 

"Tell me you don't want me." Caleb kissed your cheekbone, your eyelid. Pressed his nose to your temple and whispered in your ear, “Tell me to stop.”

When you remained silent, he fucked you harder. Your back arched up into the air and Caleb circled his arms behind you to sit you up, still fully intertwined. He sat back on his knees and dropped you onto his lap, the force of gravity deepening your connection. 

Your thighs landed on either side of Caleb’s, stretched wide to accommodate his muscled thighs. His face was red, his hair stuck up in every direction, beads of sweat gleaming on his arms and chest. 

“Need you... need you..." He sped up, pulsing up into you.

"It's okay," you whispered, basking in the admission.

You held him, your mouths brushing when he finally broke apart, penetrating deeper than you’d ever experienced before. Like all that had held him back was you accepting that dark, desperate thing within him.

You braced yourself on his shoulders, sinking your nails deep so you didn’t fall as you shuddered through one last small release, insides pulsing as Caleb's release trickled down your thigh. 

You both collapsed onto the floor, breathless. 

"I don't know if I can let you go now," he muttered, like a realization. Like an apology. 

Your pulse stuttered in your ears, loud as thunder, and still not louder than the hush between you, the silence of something you'd finally broken open.

You turned your face to him, cheek resting against the carpet where the cool helped anchor the fire still licking under your skin. “Then don’t, dummy,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes with an amused grin.

The shock of the insult did exactly what you'd intended, snapping him right back to that life-long tether between you. 

"Excuse me?" Caleb let out a breathless chuckle, the sound low and disbelieving. "Would a dummy know how to make you come three times?"

"Two and a half," you corrected, shifting to lay your head on his chest. Caleb’s arm immediately curled tightly around you.

“If you're coherent enough to round down, I definitely owe you another,” he muttered, giving your side a playful pinch.

A quiet silence settled between you, comfortable, intimate. Nothing but the soothing sound of the summer's endless rain pattering against the windows. 

“Don’t let me go,” you said again, this time in a soft, sleepy voice as you nestled into his neck. “I don’t want you to.”

[calebony]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALEB!!!!!!!

a scene from @wearysparrows caleb bday fic, an exchanging of chains :3

... did not have a lot of time so dont zoom in thank you 😿

[tearfall-ink]

JUNELEB IS HERE GUYS HELL YEAHHHHH

[qkayoo]

happy birthday to my summer's embrace 🍎🧡☀️

[lotusapple-xia]

Summer Yearning

Happy Birthday Caleb My Love <3

Summary: Caleb's birthday celebration is a success Content: Caleb x reader. Fem AFAB body. Petnames used to refer to reader (pipsqueak, honey, baby, princess). Reader is MC. Reader is wearing that blue dress from the trailer. Fluff, smut. Pre established in the beginning but they confess and fuck yippeee. Pussy eating, fingering, mentions of Caleb stealing reader's panties. NSFW Content. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. Word count: 2.7k Credit for dividers, Header by me.

Satiated from the birthday cake and relaxed from the warm summer night, you and Caleb rest on the couch after toasting to his special day with a glass of apple soda each.

The birthday celebration you meticulously planned for him was a success. Apple-themed confetti is scattered on the floor, the delicious food you prepared is almost finished, and the playlist you curated creates a nostalgic atmosphere in Caleb’s Skyhaven living room. He's smiled more today than you’ve seen him smile in a while. You’d call that a success.

“Today was amazing pipsqueak, thank you.” He looks at you, his eyes taking in your beauty in the low light. The dress you bought for Caleb’s birthday fits you so well that Caleb finds it difficult to look away. The sequined bodice wraps around your chest and the ribbons brush down against your shoulders. The bejewelled necklace emphasises your glowing skin, and the sky-blue colour of the dress matches Caleb’s jacket. The glittering embroidery on both your outfits draws your eyes to each other in the dim living room.

The tension between you two is so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“I want your future birthdays to be just like this. I want it to be just us.” Anyone else would call you entitled for that response but to Caleb, he's elated. He wants you to belong to each other. And with his childhood birthdays being celebrated with school friends and the DAA, it left little time for you to spend time just the two of you. He wants you to be as possessive of him as he is with you. With a satisfied smile, he tilts your face so he can see your sparkling eyes.

“I want that too.”

You feel your heart pound harder. Caleb’s hand is just barely touching yours. The electrifying touch of his skin burns yours. Sliding your right hand into his left, you look up at him through your lashes. All throughout your lives, you’ve seen him as your best friend. When Caleb’s death drowned you in your grief and tears, you realised that he means more to you than just a friend. How ironic you realised that when you lost him. But after discovering that he’s alive, your feelings have just grown stronger.

Caleb is the same way. His self-control is stronger than a freight train. He never wanted to pressure you into anything, nor make you uncomfortable with the weight of his unconditional love for you. Yearning for your touch, your voice and your love is what kept him going through EVER’s experiments and the poisonous environment of the Farspace Fleet.

“I wish that every year is like this, all I need is you.”

“So have me. Be selfish and have me.”

When Caleb feels the soft touch of your skin against his, it’s like the shackles that hold him bound break. He cups your face in his hand as your eyes meet, gazing lovingly at each other. The gap between your lips grew smaller and smaller until they met with an affectionate smile. People say that they feel butterflies and fireworks when kissing their beloved. But you feel neither. All you feel is the intense warmth of a love fostered over years of knowing and loving and breathing each other. Caleb deepens the kiss, unwilling to part from the woman he loves. The soft smacks of lips against lips fill the air between you, as you card your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck. His heavy breathing and whines bring a different kind of warmth to your body.

Arousal spreads through your lower body. Caleb’s sturdy hands grip your waist as he manoeuvres you to sit more comfortably on his lap. The satin material of your dress puffs out as your legs straddle his thighs. His hands that grip your waist roam around your back, taking it all now that he knows you reciprocate his feelings, and nothing is holding him back. Caleb can feel himself hardening with every impatient movement. You gasp into his mouth as he cradles your head and licks the seam of your lips.

When you grant him access, his tongue rolls over yours. He tastes like butter cream and apples from the cake you baked. Caleb leans into your body to close the already minuscule gap between you. He wants your bodies to be moulded into one, never to be separated. However, he loses balance, and the next thing you know, you’re both falling backwards off the couch. Caleb cushions your fall with his muscular arms wrapped around you, without releasing your lips.

His hips align with yours, and it’s like a rush of heat courses through you. Caleb lifts his head. His flushed face and trembling hands match yours.  

“I’ve never done this before,” he shakily exhales.

“Me neither,” you brush a hand over his cheek in comfort. He nuzzles into it with lovesick longing.

Anticipation builds up within you both as the air gets heated. Your hands travel up to the ribbons on your dress. Tugging them free, the front of your dress falls down, revealing your naked breasts. Caleb gapes. His mouth hangs open, his heart stutters inside his chest at the sudden reveal. He looks up at you, looking at your expression to ask for your consent.

“I want it Caleb,” you plead.

The admission sends an invigorating energy through Caleb, and the desire to please you in this new way overwhelms him. Sucking hot kisses on your neck while his hands fondle your breasts. Calloused fingers rub over your nipples, making you arch your back desperately. His mouth moves in a delicate and purposeful path down your chest, flowers of purple and red blooming on your skin. His kisses land on your sternum and he can feel the pounding beat of your heart beneath your ribcage. He kisses your breast and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. You jolt in place at the sudden warmth.

Caleb’s kisses reach lower and lower until his face is at the hem of your dress.

Caleb’s puppy eyes look up at you. The hunger in his eyes is not lost on you as you impatiently hike up the dress. As you lie on the plush carpet, with your cotton panties exposed, Caleb drinks you in. The curves and dips, the sweat-soaked skin, the scent that is inherently you. He can feel himself growing harder.

Caleb laps his tongue over the soaked cotton, breathing you in greedily. A high moan of surprise leaves your mouth as your hands pet over his hair.

“Honey, you smell so good,” he rasped. Caleb pulled down the panties, impatience bleeding into his actions. He needs to touch you more, he needs to taste you. After years of holding himself back, now that you’re within his grasp, he is not letting you go. Caleb’s tongue licks up from your weeping hole to your clit and gently sucking it into his mouth. Your slick tastes better than he imagined. All those nights spent muffling his moans in your panties he stole from the laundry while he desperately jerks off could not hold a candle to what he’s experiencing right now.

The waves of pleasure rush through you as Caleb’s tongue fucks into your hole. The needy groan erupting from his throat vibrates through your sensitive flesh and you clench your thighs around his head. “Fuck! Caleb right…right there!” a shuddering whine slipped out of you.

Caleb’s eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of your warm plush thighs draining his oxygen supply. His hands grip on to them, not to pull them away from his face but to keep them there. It’s like everything is a hundred times more intense. His hips hump into the rug to keep himself at bay for now. His right hand inches closer to your dripping heat. Gently, he prods at your entrance and slowly sinks one finger in. The resounding whimper that echoes in the room encourages him to thrust gently into you while he suctions his lips around your clit again. Soon he adds another finger and builds a steady rhythm. It’s both your first times and he doesn’t want to overwhelm or disappoint you with a lacklustre performance. When he presses against your g-spot, your legs quiver and you cry out a needy keen.

“Caleb! Caleb, Caleb hmmm please! I’m close!”.

“Hm that’s right princess, cum for me, cum for your Caleb”. He purred.

Your cunt clenches around Caleb’s fingers as time slows and all sense of rationality melt from your brain. Shockwaves of pleasure spark through your whole body as your legs jerk. Your orgasm crashes against you intensely. Caleb laps up your slick and gently brings you down from floating up into the clouds. As much as he would love to overstimulate you, give you repeating waves of pleasure, he doesn’t think his dick can take any more of grinding against the carpet. He needs to be inside you.

Caleb takes off his shirt and tosses them next to your discarded dress. He shoves his pants down his thighs, desperation leaking in his actions. The veins below his belly button and the trail of hair lead down into his navy boxers like a treasure trail. You eye his hard length in anticipation. “Something catch your eye honey?” Caleb smugly teased. Your eyes look the same as when you see a delicious pastry, the hunger is palpable.

“Yeah. You.” You don’t even bother to respond to his tease, the feeling of excitement thrumming in your veins is too much to ignore. Caleb smiles. He still can’t believe that you love and cherish him the same way he does.  

He finally pushes his boxers down. His impressive cock slaps against his abdomen. Its heavy and you know for a fact that it’s going to feel divine inside you. You hook your sock clad legs around his hips, tugging him closer to your core. When his cock meets your pussy, a moan of relief leaves both your lips. Humping against each other, Caleb and you press kisses against every patch of skin you can reach. His lips ghost over your nipples again while your hands squeeze his chest. Caleb lets out a soft groan when you fondle his chest. You can’t help it, you’ve always been a tits girl. Especially a Caleb tits girl.

Caleb grabs the base of his cock and circles his tip around your clit, teasing you. “Caleb put it in,” you mewled, frustrated that he’s still teasing even now.

“Put what in princess?” Caleb is determined to get you to voice your desires.

“Need your cock in me”.

“Hmm say please”. He jerks his dick in hand, getting off to the bratty tears filling your eyes.

You’re about to sob out of desperation. “Please Caleb! Need your cock in me please please please!”

Satisfied and more than turned—his heart almost leaped out of his chest at the neediness in your voice—he slowly pushes his dick into your hole. He’s equally as desperate as you, his twitching cock reacting to your pleas. Your cunt swallows him, warm, tight walls constricting him as if it doesn’t want to let go. Caleb gasps as the new feeling washes over him, his brain going static with the feeling of you wrapped tightly around him.

You on the other hand, can see sounds and hear colours. Caleb’s cock is girthy as fuck, the veins sliding along your soft walls, and it’s stretching you open as it glides inside. The cum from your previous orgasm helps his cock slide in smoothly.

You knew it. The veins on his abdomen holds his heavy fucking cock and my god does it feel absolutely heavenly.

When Caleb is fully inside you, both your sex-drunk eyes meet. Your head surges up to meet his lips in a frenzied kiss. Lips move against each other heatedly; you suck his bottom lip into your mouth as Caleb rocks into you. As he pumps into you in a steadily increasing rhythm, your lips fall slack, pleasured moans filling the air between you. Caleb, dizzy from the sounds of your sensual sounds, thrusts into you harder. His cock pounds against your g-spot punching loud whimpers out from your swollen lips.

“A-ah, mhm…you’re so tight around me honey” his warm breath hits your ear as he whines into it. The pussy-drunk sound of his desperation makes your cunt throb around his length. His raspy voice talks you through the coursing pleasure igniting over your body. Caleb presses his cheek against the side of your face as he nuzzles into your sweaty skin so your mouth is by his ear.

Each high whimper and whine send a blissful heat through Caleb’s body, knowing that he is the one making you sound like that. He is the one you love. He is the only one who can see you at your most vulnerable.

Your glazed over eyes widen as Caleb kneads your waist in one hand and brings the other down to toy with your clit. His thumb rubs enticing circles around the nub, making your back arch and your legs tighten around his hips. Your hands push up underneath his shirt to feel his rippling back muscles. You’ve always adored how beefy Caleb is and now you’re free to appreciate it without worry.

“Mmm close…fuck! So close, Caleb C-Calebb!”. Jumbled murmuring and cusses leave your swollen lips. Begging for a climax that you know Caleb will give you. Because when has he not given you what you wanted?

“C’mon baby, you’re close yeah?” his coos are like honey as he speaks into your ear. His cock pumps into you harder as he circles your clit, mouth dropping open in a moan mirroring your own. Caleb’s own groans get louder with yours; your pleasure is his after all.

Caleb brings you to the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm, and you topple off with a scream of his name and nails dragging down his back. Ecstasy floods your veins, pure pleasure reaching every inch of your body. Your limbs tremble with the force of it, locking your voice with nothing but soft squeals leaving your lips. A litany of curses falls from your mouth as it feels like Caleb has ripped heaven out of the sky and placed it at your feet.

Caleb, not far behind you, moans wantonly. His whimpers reach your ears as his cock throbs inside you, releasing warm cum. He keeps gently thrusting as his convulsing muscles calm down. His pecs heave, sweat dripping between the cleavage as he shakily pushes himself from the crook of your neck, to ensure you’re ok and not hurt. You murmur out that you’re fine, just a bit limp, to quell Caleb’s worries.

You, faring much the same, are spent. The sticky mess between your thighs is paid no mind as Caleb tenderly wraps his arms around you. “You were amazing princess. So, so good, thank you for today.” He presses loving kisses to your face between each grateful confession. A sigh of content calms your racing heartbeat as it slows and syncs with his. Tonight, two hearts beat as one. Caleb is officially yours in every possible way, and you are his. “I love you, you’re mine, honey, all mine.” A nod of agreement from you sends a thrum of content in Caleb’s heart.

You and Caleb are wrapped in your own cocoon made up of the exchange of sweet words, the promise of forever and summer yearning.

Thank you for reading!

[waterrinmelonn]

late post 4 juneleb🍎

🛫How they took off:

🛬How they landed:

I really can't make it on time to my actual set deadlines dafuq, anyways happy juneleb to all LaDS girlies out there especially to all the Caleb Girlies right now ! I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time I was making each of these drawings so overall even if it was exhausting just seeing him happy brings a smile on my face— Please don't come for me for the inconsistent artstyle though, I'm still not used to drawing men since I only started practicing it seriously last December... 😭