calebsmoocher

[calebsmoocher]

This is Insane

Imagine Caleb and you switch bodies after you fall asleep with Sylus still hard inside of you. And he wakes up as you, confused about a lot of things but the littlest of movement has his body tingling in a way it never has before. Slowly realizing it's not his body.

Walk with me and I'll explain.

Sylus and you hadn't seen each other in a while, the two of you busy with work. Finally though the two of you had a day off, you went out on a nice date, talking and having fun as usual.

Night came and so did you. Embraced the two of you indulged in your desires, pent up from the long time spent apart.

However you were tired and fell asleep in the middle of it. Sylus chuckled when he noticed, pressing his lips to your forehead. He held you while you sleep, still inside, the two of you liked it and had consented to it before.

Now here's how it goes down.

Caleb wakes up feeling a warm and heavy weight on him. It's odd because no one is supposed to be at your house but him. You are out on a date with your boyfriend-which he doesn't approve of-and you don't have any pets either.

He slowly opens his eyes, the room looks unfamiliar. He scans around trying to figure out if he's still dreaming or actually awake. He tenses, feeling a small twitch somewhere inside of him. It felt too real, too vivid.

He looks down, eyes widened in shock.

"W-what...?"

It couldn't be, he has to still be dreaming. There was no way he became a girl over night. He tries to get up, moving the arm around him. All the movement though is enough to stir the body on him awake.

"Mm, Ready for another round already kitten? You're insatiable" a voice says, low and husky from sleep.

Caleb's new body unconsciously clenches at the sound, making both him and the other persons breath hitch.

Caleb's eyes brows furrow at the nickname and voice. It sounded familiar.

"Sylus...?"

"Yes-" the man paused "...puppy?"

Caleb doesn't register the nickname, mind hazy from all the new sensations this new body gave him.

Noting his lack of response Sylus speaks up again "Is something wrong? Do you want me to pull out?"

As Sylus slowly moves his hips back to pull out, Caleb whimpers at the feeling, his body instinctively thrusts back to keep Sylus inside.

"N-no don't mm"

Sylus chuckles amused "you want me to keep going?"

Caleb nods furiously, eyes scrunched up from pleasure.

"I'm gonna need a verbal answer" Sylus’s hand sneaks up to his lips to tap "come on, open up that pretty little mouth of yours"

Caleb hesitates, before mumbling a small please.

"What was that?"

Calebs eyebrows furrow, he can hear the smugness in the other man's voice.

"Sylus" he gives in "please keep going"

In a flash Caleb's new body is on all fours.

Meanwhile you wake up in Caleb's body also confused, you think it's a dream at first, after a couple slaps that you still feel the sting of you realize it's not. It wasn't common to wake up in another persons body, much less experience what it's like to be the opposite gender. Excited you tested out Caleb's evol and strength, it was fun at first but then you remember what you were doing before you fell asleep, and if you were in Caleb's body then that would mean...

You quickly call your phone.

Sylus’s notices your phone lighting up with an incoming call, he doesn't need to check to knows it's you. Reaching over to get your phone he presses even deeper into Caleb making him tremble and whimper. With your phone in his hand Sylus answers and moves the phone next to your body, he figures you'd want to talk to Caleb first.

"Caleb is that you?"

"mm Y-yes!"

You stifle a giggle, you had your suspicions of how this incident would turn out. Hearing the two most important people in your life getting along makes your heart flutter, you can't wait to join them.

"I'm glad! I don't know what happend but don't worry I'll be there soon"

The last thing Caleb wants is for you to see him like this, a mess, mind weak from pleasure. Not only that, but also the fact that he was letting your boyfriend be the one to reduce him to putty.

"W-wait no-"

Before he can further protest Sylus takes your phone, his conversation with you drowning out as Caleb feels himself nearing a climax.

Suddenly, Sylus puts the phone down next to your body.

His eyes widen, "Sylus?"

Grinning at his shocked expression, one of his hands glides over your exposed hips, sliding in between the bed and your body. Caleb gasps as he feels the other mans skilled fingers rub against your sensitive little nub.

"Yes that's it sweetheart, let her hear you"

He's mortified, he thinks you'll be angry, hate him. But instead you laugh loudly into his ear.

"I'll be there soon, make sure you don't fall asleep okay? I want a turn next"

With that you hang up leaving him shocked once again.

"You heard her, make sure you don't fall asleep Caleb"

"Pip-?" He starts, name cut off by moan.

Said man feels his heart stop, when did Sylus find out? did you tell him or...

did he know since the start?

No, he wouldn't have kept going if he knew, his mind tries to reason. But he hasn't felt the other man push him away nor scold him. It's almost as if Sylus wants this, wants him.

His mind wants to deny it, he wants to deny it. Find any excuse to deny the possibility that the other man may desire him. But then he thrusts again, right into the spot that makes Caleb cry out.

"Talk to me, what's wrong puppy?"

He shakes his head and Sylus stills.

"If you want me to stop I will, I can wait outside until she's here or we can just lay here"

"I will only do what you want me to do"

"I...I want to keep going, please Sylus. I want this"

A choice, having a choice is rare, having a choice of what is done to his body is rare. The other man's words were sincere, he can't detect any anger or disappointment. He really will stop if Caleb asks him to, he has control, over the situation and his body.

He feels a gentle kiss against the back of his head, then more. Each one trailing down slowly making his body relax.

"As you wish"

Caleb grips the sheets tightly, feeling the other man start thrusting again. He feels so full, this brief moment of clarity allows him to really feel how big he is. He wonders if Sylus is bigger than him, he'll have to check when you get here.

Sylus watches carefully his reactions, he knows your body well. Knows what are your weakest spots that will draw out the sweetest reactions. His mouth kisses and sucks your skin, one hand rubbing at your nub again while the other squeezes and massages your breasts.

Caleb can feel himself nearing that peak again, he feels a little strange. It's different compared to his own body, he can't help but panic and beg for more at the same time.

Smirking, Sylus picks up the pace, relentlessly targeting any area that makes Caleb shake.

"Sylus I-ah-I'm!"

"I know sweetheart, you're doing so well for me" Sylus leans down to kiss his cheek "just relax and let go"

Caleb cums loudly, moans and drool spilling of his-your-lips. It's so different from how it normally feels, it's as if his mind and soul was in the clouds. His body can't stop squirming and shaking, riding out every last bit of it. All the movements and the erotic sight triggering Sylus's own release.

"Oh" the feeling of Sylus spilling inside of him is also new, well at least for him, your body seems to be very familiar with it.

Humming, Sylus lays next to him while pulling him close, the two of them catching their breaths. gently he pulls out watching his own release dribble down.

"Are you this loud in your own body too?" Sylus teases.

Blushing Caleb tries to push him away "S-shut up"

The other man laughs and tugs him back, burying his face in your hair. Caleb relaxes in his hold and reaches for one of his arms to make Sylus hug him tighter. He feels strangely vulnerable for some reason, desperate for the other mans comfort.

As if reading his mind Sylus starts to hum a soft melody.

"You suck at singing"

"Ouch, how mean, I thought that puppies are cute and friendly" Sylus responds dramatically.

"I'm not a puppy!" Caleb barks "I've told you countless times not to call me that"

"A feisty kitten and an agressive puppy, the two of you are so alike"

"I am not feisty"

Sylus looks up to see your pout, it's funny to see that no matter the body you still hold your same habits.

"Sweetie, how nice of you to join us"

You walk over to the pair huffing "I kept hitting my head while walking around, being tall is overrated"

"Are you okay? come here let me check" Caleb instantly goes into 'care for pipsqueak' mode.

"I'm fine, your body is like super pain resistant, are you secretly made out of metal or something?" you joke.

A flicker of something goes through his eyes, you miss it, but Sylus takes note of it.

Caleb chuckles "I think you hit my head a little too hard, let me inspect the damage"

"Caleb...?"

He moves to stand but then suddenly falls, his legs feel like jelly for some reason.

He looks up to you embarrassed, blush deepening when he notices the look in your eyes. Your heavy gaze taking in every inch of your claimed skin.

He tries to hide his cum stained lower half, feeling himself get even wetter. He's a bit surprised about how wet he could get. Nervous he bites his lower lip, praying it's not forming a puddle on the floor.

Curious, you part his lips making him gasp. At the moment you are stronger than him, you're not used to it but you quickly adapt liking this new dynamic. And it seems he likes it too.

With measured steps you make your way towards him before crouching down. Your hand gently holds his chin in place as you lean in to kiss him. His eyes widen for a moment before he quickly melts into the kiss. It's soft, innocent at first, exploring the taste of one another.

It should be awkward because of the current situation, but the two of you are so lost in the moment you don't even think about it.

Finally parting for air, the two of you look into each others eyes, he looks so dazed and needy you can't help but giggle.

Using your new strength you pick him up and lay him on the ned next to Sylus.

"Think you could handle two at a time?"

Caleb blinks, slowly processing your question.

"What?"

JSJSJS this one has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Couldn't really figure out how I wanted to handle the situation itself, I really wanted to highlight how it's Caleb's choice and how he has a say and also that MC and Sylus want him and it's not just Sylus going at it thinking it's MC. Basically MC x Sylus x Caleb, love writing poly ships. Anyways that's it, love whiny needy Caleb.

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[calebsmoocher]

You keep forgetting to take your meds and it drives Zayne up the wall sometimes. He's texted you reminders, set alarms, left them out in the open, left sticky notes - and you still only sometimes remember to take them. He knows it, too. When he comes home and asks if you remembered to take your meds and that guilty look forms on your face

So it's about time he takes things into his own hands

"Love, come here," he calls from the bathroom

When you get there, you see him with your pill bottle, gently tapping one of the pills into his palm. He looks at you from the corner of his eye and you just know you're in trouble. You reach for it, but he pulls his hand away

He steps close to you, crowding into your space until you share breaths. "You need to take your medicine," he says softly

You watch in awe, throat going dry, as he shows you him placing the pill on his tongue. His hand cups your cheek, and he kisses you hard

He coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, his other hand caressing your throat and thumbing at your jaw. You let him in with a moan, meeting his tongue with yours. You can feel the pill as it shifts from his tongue into your mouth. This tiny little thing that you're careful not to choke on

He pulls away, but his thumb holds your jaw to keep your mouth open. His eyes are fixated on your mouth, on the gloss of your lips, on the strands of spit that connect you both

You hold onto his sides, fingers digging into his shirt, little by little pulling it free from his trousers. And Zayne - gods, you're going to lose your mind. He gathers his own spit. His eyes lock on yours when he closes to space and spits into your mouth, hot and sticky. His breaths are heavy when he uses his hold to close your mouth

"Swallow," he commands

It's barely enough liquid, but your desire to do as he says and please him outweighs that. You use his spit to help the glide as you force yourself to swallow it down without gagging. His thumb traces your Adam's apple, feeling it bob as you do. You open your mouth, tongue sticking out, to show him that you've done as he asked

He sighs, part relief and part arousal. "Good girl/boy," he breathes. He sucks your tongue into his mouth as he kisses you again, as what was supposed to be a quick method of getting you to take your meds became far more heated and addicting than he could have predicted

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so glad i have eyes rn

Neighbor!Caleb meets you on your very first day just as you're dragging a box half your weight up the stairs, breathless and sweaty from the move. He’s just returning from the gym, all sun-warmed skin, and casual ease. Insists on helping with the boxes, brushing off your protests with a laugh, then stays to help you assemble your furniture following you inside like a shy, golden retriever with broad shoulders and gentle hands.

Neighbor!Caleb becomes your friend easily. Greeting you every morning jogging past as you lock your door for work. When a package of yours ends up in his hands, you exchange numbers. From there, it’s dinner invites when he’s “accidentally made too much,” movie nights every other Friday, long talks about the tiny aircraft models you notice scattered around his place, strange little tokens he claims calm him after work.

Neighbor!Caleb is observant. Almost too observant. He notices the scratches on your hands from a hunt before you mention it. Tracks your schedule without needing to ask. Prepares little meals for you when you’re too busy to cook. The kind of man who says it’s “just kindness,” but it feels more like precision. Like he's memorized you.

Neighbor!Caleb who for all his openness, you realize you know almost nothing about. Vague job titles, inconsistent work hours and frequent, unexplained travel. Any real questions are laughed off with charming deflections “Trust me, it’s so boring I might cry if I talk about it.” and you laugh too, because he makes it easy. His presence is so bright, it makes you forget to look for shadows.

Neighbor!Caleb calls you Pipsqueak now teasingly, affectionately. He’s overbearing in a way you’ve grown used to. Asking what you’re up to, if you had your meals, if you're feeling ok, offering to order you take-out, holding your phone a beat too long while he installs a tracker. And later, he’ll smile at your exact location from his with a fondness that borders on worship.

Neighbor!Caleb Your friends swoon over him during sleepovers. He’s the topic they never tire of. “How is your sexy neighbor not your boyfriend yet?” they tease, while Caleb smiles next door watching, listening, always near. He likes when they talk about him, likes it more when you blush, and he likes you the most when you're unaware of just how much he already knows.

Then, one night, everything shifts.

Neighbor!Caleb who you see at 3am while its storming when you both arrive home at the same time. Rain clings to you both, words drenched in silence. He's wearing a Colonel’s uniform, his posture is rigid. Eyes sharp on you. Everything about him looks... wrong. Unsettled, you stare at him, breath caught. He says nothing just unlocks his door and disappears inside.

Neighbor!Caleb who the next day, is back in joggers and a hoodie, cheerful as ever. Like it never happened. Like you imagined it. You never see the uniform again. And maybe you never were supposed to.

Neighbor!Caleb who when you casually mention a café you like, just a week later, he’s there before you. Smiling, waiting. “Total coincidence,” he laughs. But it happens again, and again. Your favorite bookstore, your gym. Even a remote trail you walk to clear your head in, he always has a reason. You stop believing it's just coincidences.

Neighbor!Caleb helps you when more than once you find your door slightly ajar, though you swear you locked it. Caleb is the first to show up when you mention it concerned, too concerned. He says, “This place really isn’t safe. You need someone watching out for you.” The next day, there's a new lock on your door. You didn’t install it. He gives you a key and smiles.

Neighbor!Caleb whose desire gnaws at him like a ravenous beast, blue light paints his features in his dark room as he stares at your face on his screen. The hunger inside twists tighter watching you pleasure yourself in your room. Unbeknownst to you how he imagines tracing the lines of your body, memorizing every curve, every shiver, every gasp. His hands ache to claim you to mark you as his. He wants to reach out, to touch, fuck into.

Neighbor!Caleb who monitors you at night, slow footsteps pacing outside your window. When you check, there’s nothing but the scent of his cologne that lingers in the cold air, thick and overwhelming, like he’s breathing right next to you.

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A/N i like to think he owns the building and already knew you were moving in and now pretends to be your neighbor lol, he also avoids renting that apartment besides yours that way. I have more stuff thought out already to make him crazier but yeah uh here's something a bit different. :)

[calebsmoocher]

Hiiii! Can I please request number 20 from the fluff list, with Caleb? (Female reader, please <3)

Thank you for the request, love! I’m actually feeling proud of this one, so I hope it was worth the long wait 💕

More than you realize

Caleb x female reader

Words: 1k

Prompt: finally confessing their love, only to realize the other has fallen asleep right next to them

Content: suggestive themes, so much mutual pining and yearning, ONE mention of being family but it can be interpreted figuratively

Caleb’s weight is nearly suffocating. You’ve been lying in your bed for twenty minutes now, with his head pillowed by your chest and his heavy arm slung over your waist. His breathing is slow, but not quite slow enough to signal that he’s asleep.

“You comfortable?” you murmur, carding your fingers gently through his soft hair.

“Mmh,” he hums in reply. “Too comfortable. Can’t move.”

You smile, even as your heart threatens to break through your ribs. With a nervous shift, you hope he can’t hear the thunderous pounding of it. But it’d be impossible for him not to with his ear pressed between the valley of your breasts.

The slight movement makes Caleb groan in playful annoyance, his hand gripping your waist tighter to stop you from scooching too far away. “Don’t leave me,” he mumbles in a soft plea. Your heart breaks a little at the sound. “This feels nice. I feel…safe with you.”

That word hits you harder than it should.

The two of you have been performing this song and dance for longer than you’d like to admit. You tiptoe around your feelings for him—the feelings you try to tell yourself are inappropriate given your relationship.

But ever since reuniting with him, Caleb has been louder in his song. And bolder in his dance.

Every step he takes toward you is measured as he looks at you with expectation. Like maybe one of these days, you’ll stop stumbling two steps back every time he confidently takes the lead.

Still, he doesn’t push too much. He knows where you’ve drawn the line in the sand. And he waits for you to cross it when you’re ready, even after all the hints he drops unabashedly.

Something niggles at the back of your mind, whispering that maybe now is that moment. He’s here, in your arms. Warm and half-awake and saying things like finding safety with you.

You could laugh this whole thing off. Laugh off how he nuzzles into you just a bit more, lips brushing against the clothed swell of your breast in a way that can’t be explained by any of the roles you’ve tried to shove him into in the past. You’re tired of pretending you don’t want more.

So you bite the bullet before you lose your nerve.

You let your fingers slide down, brushing the back of his neck and pressing him a bit closer to your plush curves.

“Hey,” you say softly while your heartbeat runs away from you. “I…I love you, Caleb.”

No, that doesn’t sound right by itself. You’ve always loved him—and he already knows that. But the words have previously been wrapped in the convenient title of someone you grew up with. Someone who feels like family, but not in the way he’s yearned for.

Now, you’re ready to meet him where he stands. You’re ready to follow his lead in this dance.

“I mean,” you quickly mutter, “I love you. More than you realize.”

There’s a beat of deafening silence. It lasts only a few seconds but feels like a tear to your heart.

Is he mad at you? Have you misread this entire situation?

You’re losing your mind with each second of silence that passes, so you fill the space with frantic words.

“Caleb? We don’t have to talk about this now if you don’t want to. We can talk in the morning. But please say something to let me know I didn’t just mess everything up. Why are you so qui–”

A soft snore cuts through your nervous rambling, followed by that unmistakable sleepy sound he makes that’s half breathy sigh and half exhausted moan.

You stare at the ceiling, mouth agape in mortification. Your ears burn. After all that mental preparation, all those pep talks you’ve been giving yourself lately, he fell asleep.

Calling his name again, only a fraction louder, you test if he’s pulling your leg with what could only be considered his cruelest prank.

Still no answer. He just lets out another quiet breath, completely dead to the world.

When you carefully lift your head to glare down at him, he looks peaceful. It’s annoying how relaxed and beautiful he is in his sleep.

There’s a faint smile tugging at his lips, but he snores softly once again, and you tell yourself it was all just bad timing on your part.

“Unbelievable.” You chuckle as you let your head fall back against the pillow. “I drop the biggest emotional bomb of my life, and you choose now to pass out?”

Caleb shifts slightly, snuggling in closer like he knows you’re talking shit.

You sigh, threading your fingers back through his hair while you grumble to the quiet room. “You’re lucky you’re cute. I’ll tell you again later. When you’re awake. When you’re actually listening.”

A long pause. Another whimpered exhale.

“And when you do say it back,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut, “you better make it count.”

Caleb can’t stop himself from grinning. He prays you can’t feel his lips twitch against your sternum.

It was luck that he was right at the cusp of sleep when you said those words, causing the drowsy fog in his head to dissipate immediately. You knocked the air out of his lungs and set his skin aflame with your confession.

And then, as if it wasn’t enough to say it once, you kept repeating the words like a chant. Your fingers tickled his hairline as you caressed your ‘sleeping’ giant.

He didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to stop hearing those three simple yet not-so-simple words. The three words he’d been yearning to hear back from you since you were kids, but in a different way than the carefree declaration you’d always said before.

He knows it’s selfish—not speaking up when you were anticipating his reaction. But he hopes your courage will remain when the sun rises. With each repetition of your love spoken out loud, he can feel your bravery growing. 

So he continues faking a snore here and there, giving you more time to let the words sink in for you just as much as he revels in them.

Come morning, he’ll make it up to you by pressing the words against your lips and across your skin. Twice for each time you say them now.

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dividers by me (please don't repost)

[calebsmoocher]

⭑.ᐟ

thinking of caleb handcuffing mc to the bed and not being able to find where the keys are after they fuck so hard… they’re just lost bro. and the problem is it’s not just any shabby pair of handcuff’s from your average sex shop (of course it’s not) it’s his handcuffs that he uses at the fleet base. so they’re like, military grade type shit.

so here he is, trying not to completely panic in front of her. and he’s totally trying to play it off by saying he left them somewhere else in the house and she’s just sitting there waiting for him to find them until it dawns on her that he’s been taking a little too long.

“caleb…” her voice is full of warning and simmering worry. he pads down the hallway slowly.

“okay, i know where they are. they’re just not… here.”

“then, pray do tell, where the hell are they?” she’s trying her best not to yell at him. bitch mode was about to be activated if he didn’t resolve this shit asap.

he’s still naked, cock bobbing as he walks towards her. his hair is rumpled from his hands anxiously running through them, garnering scratch marks and bruises down his neck and chest.

“… they’re in my office. i texted liam to bring them to me. he shouldn’t take too long.”

she huffs in annoyance, twitching her arms that are sore and still pinned above her to the headboard.

“okay. wanna tell me why you’re still hard?”

caleb smiled sheepishly, kneeling between her legs again as he got back onto the bed.

“okay don’t be mad. but you’re like… so hot like this. like, at first it was for fun. buuut now you’re super stuck.”

she rolls her eyes and huffs out a breath, her fringe moving from her face.

“bastard.”

he smirks, hand snaking around her neck again, lips kissing down her soft skin.

“we have 6 minutes left ‘til he gets here. be a good girl, yeah?”

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gideon is sick of them

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Happy Juneleb 💖🎉🍎

[calebsmoocher]

Gonna post loads of xia yizhou art for bday.

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sucking the colonel’s dih … 💀

[calebsmoocher]

Caleb lets you think he’s all sweet and docile.

The bashful one in your dynamic. The boyfriend who gets flustered when you tease him, who groans softly under your touch, who whines when you’re on top.

He plays the part so well.

Lets you ride him, lets you pin his wrists, lets you think he’s at your mercy—moaning, flushed, eyes dazed beneath you.

But it’s all a setup. A game.

He’s patient. Calculated. Waiting for the moment you finally let your guard down—when you’re too cocky, too drunk on the way his body trembles under you.

That’s when it changes.

One second you’re grinding down on him, smug and in control, and the next your back hits the mattress hard—your legs spread and Caleb’s between them, hand wrapped firm around your throat, that look in his eyes.

That terrifying, beautiful shift.

From boyish and bashful to unrelenting.

“You really thought I was the one begging?” he growls, pushing into you with one brutal thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. “Sweetheart… I was letting you play.”

He fucks you like he’s starved.

Hands gripping your hips so tight it’ll bruise, his pace punishing, merciless—like he’s making up for every second he pretended to be submissive. And the worst part?

He knows you love it.

The way your back arches, how you moan louder the rougher he gets. How your thighs tremble and your fingers claw at his shoulders.

“Look at you,” he pants against your ear, grinding deeper, watching the way your eyes flutter. “So cocky earlier. Now you can’t even speak, can you?”

You shake your head weakly, too overwhelmed to form words.

Caleb just chuckles darkly, lips brushing your neck,

“That’s okay. I wasn’t asking.”

[calebsmoocher]

Makeup Ruiner! Caleb

She's out and about while he's sitting at home, pulling tufts of his own hair out. It's almost like she's forgotten about him. Nothing he can't fuck back into her memory tho 🤷‍♀️

cw: smut (so mdni!), stand and carry fuck / wall sex (the goat), mirror sex, jealous Caleb awh, sweet at the end i swear

She slides the key into the keyhole as quietly as she can, turning the door knob with her lip between her teeth. It’s 1AM and her phone has been blowing up for the past three hours.

Where are you?

Let me know when you’re on your way home.

Are you okay?

Hello?

Do you need me to pick you up?

Let me know that you’re okay.

Hello??

She clenches her eyes until she hears the faint click of the door opening. She had accidentally put her phone in ‘do not disturb’ mode earlier, only getting to check it when she was on her way home. 

“Caleb is going to kill me.” The thought hums its way like a mantra through her mind and she can only purse her lips in defeat. She steps into her apartment and shuts the door behind her. Her feet are killing her. Though the pink heels she has on aren’t necessarily as high as her other heels, the material still clips at her heels and toes. She braces a hand on the wall, using the other to start untying the winding ribbon on her calf. But her bag slides and knocks into her hand at the tip of her weight. She thinks she might fall over before she throws her weight completely onto the wall.

When she looks up, Caleb is leaning against the doorway, a hand placed languidly on his hip. She gasps, almost falling down again. 

“Caleb..!” He pushes himself up, walking towards her. His brows are furrowed. And he’s wearing outerwear. “You scared me.” When he stops in front of her, he takes her elbows into his hands, balancing her off the wall. 

“I was so worried.” 

She grimaces before giving him her best, pleading look.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realise my phone was on ‘do not disturb’. I didn’t get any of your messages until I was nearly home.” He takes the bag off her shoulder and hangs it at the door. 

“You didn’t get my messages? Or you just didn’t happen to see them until now?” Despite her eyes crinkling in guilt, his gaze is lowered at her feet. He kneels down and begins untying the ribbon bow. 

“Caleb…”

“You must’ve been really engrossed in whatever you were doing to not check your phone.” Although his words cut into her, his tone is soft. Almost disinterested. Once the ribbon falls to her ankles, he undoes the other shoe. “You’re home safe now. That’s all that matters.” He looks up and gives her a reassuring smile. She can’t help but run her hand through his hair. It’s soft and smells faintly of their shared shampoo.

She winces as he guides one foot out of her heel, leaning one hand down onto his shoulder. 

“Your skin’s rubbed raw.” He frowns, wrapping an arm beneath her knees. He picks her up bridal style and she curls her arms around his neck despite feeling supported. Red floods her cheeks and her wide eyes can hardly stay on his. He wiggles her other shoe off before dropping it to the floor. He turns his head to her, mouth parting then closing again, as he walks further into the house.

“Caleb, you don’t have to…” He ignores her.

“Why not wear more comfortable shoes next time?” She looks down, suddenly finding his plain shirt interesting.

“I didn’t think I’d be walking as much as I did. Anyway, it only started hurting now.”

“Right,” he hums, turning the corner into the bathroom and flicking the lightswitch with his elbow. He sets her down on the counter and smooths down the fabric of her dress over her knees. There, his fingers linger, letting the soft cotton fall through his hands. 

The bathroom is cramped. Really, it’s a battle when they’re both using it to get ready at the same time. Despite the state of their bathroom in their youth, the room now is spotless. The counter only has their differing face cleansers and creams lined up neatly against the splashback. When he stays over he uses her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. And he comes out smelling just as pampered as her. He claims that her shampoo makes his hair softer. It’s a local brand, one that he can’t find in Skyhaven. So he’s always taking a travel size back with him when he returns. 

He bends down and opens the cabinet, grabbing ointment and a box of bandaids. As he unscrews the cap of the ointment, she takes the box in her hands, inspecting the designs on the back. It’s the same brand they had used as kids, but now the patterns were different. She shuffles through the packets, looking for one with a design to her liking. A wince leaves her mouth as the cool ointment presses into her heel. Caleb murmurs an apology, offering her a teasing pout. He uses a cotton pad to gently rub it in before holding his hand out to her.

“See any you like?” She hands him one with a cartoon apple on it.

“I don’t remember buying these.”

“That’s ‘cause I bought them.” He smooths the bandaid over her skin before standing up and washing his hands beside her. She watches him in silence, chewing at her lip. When he’s done, he returns in front of her, not one word having been exchanged since.

He rests his hands on either side of her, taking a step back and letting his eyes wander over her. Her cheeks are still flushed as his scent encases her. She can feel the warmth radiating off of him; it’s a nice contrast to the goosebumps forming on her shoulders. Her dress is a pillowy pink, with lace butterflies sewn over the straps and bust. The sleeves are a sheer tulle that open out into a fanned cuff at her wrists. She wants to throw a towel at him, but there’s nothing in reach. She has never worn something like this, never seen herself in something so dainty and elegant. So, of course, neither has Caleb. Sure, he had witnessed her princess phases when she was young; the phases when she’d wrap bedsheets around her like a ballgown and appoint him as her butler. Have him hold her hand so she wouldn’t trip over the bundle of fabric while she paraded around their living room. 

And the phase in middle school when she began to experiment with makeup, braving school with cheeks so pink it looked like a sunburn. He had even seen her at her high school dance. Makeup done professionally, and a pretty dress that was fit for royalty. But she had still been a teenager. And throughout college and her moving into the workforce, she never returned to those princess phases.

Not until right now.

“You’re beautiful.” He twirls the ribbon around his finger loosely before letting it fall back against her dress. Then he brushes his thumb over her knee, tracing the dangerous line where skin disappears into fabric. His eyes wander over her face. The soft, pink blend of blush on her cheekbones. The intricate detailing of brown and black shadow around her eyes drawn out into subtle winged eyeliner. The gentle, coral plush of her lips. He swallows, a pink hue prickling at his cheeks. “So pretty. Did you have a good time at least?”

She drags her fingers up his arm, pressing into the hard muscle, before humming in reply. She can’t trust her voice not to quiver. Can’t trust her face to not flush in embarrassment if she meets his endearing eyes. No matter what he says, some part of her will still feel like the silly little girl dressing up. He mirrors her hand, knuckles brushing up her wrist, all the way up past her shoulder to her chin. He lifts her jaw so that she meets his gaze, face craned down and eyes searching hers. His brows are slightly furrowed, and she knows if she lets him look any longer, he’ll figure out exactly what’s wrong. So she pushes his hand away. But he only reels back closer than before, palm pressing against her cheek as his fingers wrap along the shell of her ear. He guides her lips towards his, then he waits. Hovers. And she watches as he takes another look down at her dress before clenching his eyes. She watches as his mouth fights between their open and closed states, like he’s juggling with whether or not to speak. 

He decides to kiss her first, taking her lip between his and pushing feverishly into her. She wraps a hand around the arm that is still braced on the counter beside her. But the kiss is as fleeting as her shock. He pulls away, just far enough to speak into her cheek.

“I’ve never seen this dress before…” Is that what he’s thinking about? Her mind blanks.

“...It was a gift.”

“Right,” comes his reply after a beat. He doesn’t dwell on it any longer before he leans down again to capture her lips once more. He doesn’t mean to be rough. But the way he’s angling his face, pushing her body back further onto the counter, she can only grip his arm tighter. His tongue swipes at her lip and she lets him in without a thought. His smell, entwined with the scent of his shampoo, fills her. Her eyes fall shut and she feels her mind slip. His tongue is cruel as it sucks on hers, coaxing her mouth wider. 

“Right, but, from who?”

She has to fight the roll of her eyes as she takes in a breath, pulling him back towards her. She doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t force her. Her hand runs up along his scalp, messing up his neat hair. She doesn’t know why, but she has a fixation with his hair. The way it just falls through her fingers. The way no matter what angle she’s touching his head, he always lets a groan slip. Delightful, full groans as he rocks his body against her, in between her inviting legs. He hikes her dress up to get closer. He thinks he should be afraid of ruining it, but he isn’t. Not even in the slightest. 

“Mmph,” she moans into his mouth. When he lets up, giving them a chance to breathe, both their lips are red and swollen. She can almost see the puffs of hot air leaving his mouth. Almost hear the thumping of his chest if her own wasn’t so overpowering. Her lipstick is smudged at the corners of his mouth, so she takes her thumb and swipes at it, watching with half-lidded eyes at the plush of his lips under her finger.

“Can I take this off?” He fingers thread over the tied ribbons on her sleeves. Despite its airy and pretty appearance, the tulle rubs against her skin the wrong way.

“Yeah.” She guides him back down to her, leaving small kisses along his jaw. At the corners of his mouth. Along the thin flesh of his neck as he pulses against her. His breaths are heavy as he undoes the ribbon and slides the sleeve off her. He does the same on the other side. Then his hand travels to the strap of the dress, tugging gently at the bow.

His brows furrow as he looks at the thin straps. Her skin is flushed beneath it, and her chest is rising unevenly. Slowly, he pulls the end of the bow until it falls messily and the fabric falls just shy of her breast. He gapes, pulling back a little to get a glimpse of her face.

“No bra?” It’s almost a whisper; almost just to himself, even, as his fingers dip over the soft curve of her flesh. She reaches for his hand, and guides it to the other strap without a word. No, her lips are focused on unwinding him from the base of his throat. He follows her encouragement and pulls the string, letting the bust of the fabric fall down onto her lap. He takes a moment, eyes grazing over the swell of her breasts. Over her hardened nipples as the rush of cold air engulfs them. 

“Don’t stare,” she whines, pulling his face into her neck. He uses the opportunity to reach around her and begin loosening the lace in the corset.

“Why not, though?” His tone is teasing. 

“It’s unfair,” she mumbles, hands lifting the hem of his shirt. He lets her tug it up to his chest before helping her and pulling it over his head. When he looks back at her, her cheeks are red as embers. His scent is overwhelming, and the heat radiating off his chest makes her dizzy. But she reaches up anyway, and runs her palm over his chest. Her fingers dip and bend to every crevice, every rise and fall of his muscles. 

Forgetting the corset, his hands pull her chin back towards him. His lips are scorching against hers, wet and messy in their trail down to her jaw. She gasps into the air, pulling him closer by his waist. The sheer broadness of his torso forces her legs wider, and he leans flush against her. His fingers work blindly to hike the rest of her dress up, pulling it out from under her and bunching it together at her waist. 

“Look at you.” His thumbs strokes at the soft flesh of her inner thigh before taking a devious swipe at her clothed cunt. “I’m going to ruin you, baby.”

“Caleb,” she sighs airily, wriggling her hips to get closer. He holds her in place, though, one hand gripping her waist as he kneels down in between her legs. He rubs at her clothed clit and she throws her head back, biting down a moan. 

“Don’t go quiet on me now, baby. You’ve done more than enough of that tonight, don’t you think?” She feels the sting of guilt creep back into her chest, contorting with her stirring arousal. But she can’t say anything; her mind blanks as he presses a chaste kiss on the damp fabric. “Answer me, baby.”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sorry, Caleb.” He doesn’t respond; instead he pulls her panties to the side and thumbs over her sensitive flesh.

“You’re already so wet, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in to press another kiss at her sex. She swallows and leans back onto her elbows. Despite her squirms, she can’t get any closer. He won’t let her. “Gonna use my fingers to stretch you out, okay?”

She nods frantically even though he can’t see her, her whimpers breaking through her clenched teeth. He uses his thumb to part her sex, sliding it gently up and down her sticky opening. Just when he thinks he has to use his evol to stop the writhing of her hips, he slides a finger into her, and she shudders. Compared to her own, Caleb’s fingers are thicker, longer. Warmer, even. He starts a slow, even pace. But even he knows she can take more with the state of her dripping cunt. 

“Gonna add another, okay?” 

She nods again.

“Please, yes.” Her words are just as shaky as her breath. She’s backed so far up onto the counter that her shoulders and head rest on the mirror. It’s freezing compared to the blaze between her legs. 

As he slides a second finger in, he wraps his mouth around her clit, sucking harshly. She almost cums right there, lurching forward.

“Caleb!” When the shock dissolves, she leans back down against the mirror, writhing against his tongue. His fingers are still gentle and slow. But his tongue is fierce, nudging at her most sensitive part with the tip of his tongue. She can see him growing restless beneath her, faintly mimicking her squirm. The hand on her waist presses into her harshly for a second before he soothes the area with his thumb.

“Gonna let you go now. Don’t move.” His voice is gentle, but firm. He looks up at her, mouth still on her cunt, and she feels something sinister stir in her stomach. She gives him a weak nod and mouths an ‘okay’.  

His hand leaves her shakily, then travels down to his own pants as he begins palming himself. She almost rolls her hips in pleasure but his piercing gaze holds her in place. His pace on his cock is rough yet slow, matching the thrusts of his fingers. Milky fluid is dripping down to his wrist, threatening to drop and stain his pants. He can’t care less, though. Not when he’s the one making her feel this good. 

“Caleb!” She can’t stop her squirms anymore, hand grabbing tufts of his hair and pulling him away to no avail. “Stop! I’m gonna come!” The moans falling from her mouth do nothing to deter him.

“Do it,” he says, sucking more harshly. He slips a third finger in and she lurches forward, using her other hand to brace herself on his shoulder. She shakes her head, the sting of tears brimming at her eyelids. 

“Don’t wanna.” She groans and her thighs try to clamp shut around him. “Wanna come on your cock. Please, please, Caleb.” His eyes snap up to hers again, brows knitted sternly. 

“Come,” he demands, “do it. On my fingers.” 

Despite her begs and whines, he doesn’t give her a choice. His fingers never slow, pushing and pulling against her pulsing walls until she can no longer hold it in. She orgasms with an open mouthed whine, thighs cramping in an exhaustive shake around his head. His fingers continue their slow drag through her high, letting her ride out the intensity. A single tear has spilled from her eye, traversing the curve of her flushed cheek. She slumps back down against the mirror, elbows just strong enough to support her body. 

“Good girl,” he says quickly, standing up and leaning down over her. He lifts her chin and looks over her, eyes searching hers. He kisses the stray tear gently; and it disappears into the mix of come and fluids on his tongue. 

Despite the pulsing of her swollen cunt, when she sees his hands unbuckle his belt, she can feel the slick in her start to build up again. She sucks in a few quick breaths, sitting up and reaching forward. She beckons him down and he obeys, letting her kiss frantic, breathless kisses along his neck, leaving coral lipstick marks in their wake. His fingers almost fumble with the belt, yanking it off and throwing it to the floor. They work messily on his zipper before pulling down his trousers to his ankles and kicking them off. Before he can steady himself, her hands are already tugging at the waistband of his briefs.

“So fucking needy,” he breathes into her, mouth ghosting her hair. Once his briefs are off, he gives himself a few slow, wide strokes. His inhale is shaky. Precum is leaking out of his tip and dripping down its veiny length. “Want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” she says immediately, shimmying closer. Her breath hitches as he presses the tip at her sex, stroking slowly up and down the puffy opening. “Yes, I want you to fuck me. Please, Caleb.” She can see how strongly her pleas affect him in the way his cock twitches. In the way the muscles in his arms tighten. And in the way his jaw tenses at her every whine.  

The sticky fluids from her orgasm gather at the tip of his cock and he rubs it over her flesh like a lubricant. When neither of them can take anymore, he presses forward, pushing into her cunt inch by inch. The girth makes her shudder and moan out into the hot air between them. She can feel him filling her out completely, taking every last barrier between them down until he occupies every nook and cranny of her conscience. 

“Oh fuck,” she whines, clenching her eyes shut. He starts moving, fucking her shallowly with half his cock. Working his way further and further into her as she loosens around him. He watches her expressions, each little contortion as he fucks her. Slowing and pulling back when he thinks she might cry out. The first stretch is always overwhelming, but he navigates her physical boundaries until she fully relaxes in his hold. He gives her a gentle kiss on her forehead and she smiles up at him despite her glassy eyes. Her winged eyeliner is smudged across her cheekbones. And her natural flush outdoes the pink blush. She gasps up at him, gesturing for him to keep going.

He begins thrusting into her fully, deeply with his entire cock, and her ears redden at the squelch. His pace is slow but rough, and it pushes her up further and further on the counter until her back is pressed against the mirror. She can only brace her hands against his arms locked on either side of her, nails digging into his biceps. She can feel every drag of his cock along her walls. Every ridge and curve as he fills her up slowly. Almost at a teasing pace.

“Waited all night for you.” He’s bringing this up again now. “While you were out, all pretty for someone else.” He gives her a sharp thrust and she whimpers, eyes falling shut. As she loses herself in the darkness, focusing on nothing but the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of her, she feels his knuckles brush along her cheek.

“Eyes on me, baby.” 

It’s a struggle to keep her eyes open and fixed on his piercing gaze, but he doesn’t take no for an answer. 

“Caleb,” she moans, blinking frantically to keep herself from slipping. She feels so, so full. And with each delicious push of his cock into her, he rubs against her sensitive, spongy tissue. She can feel her slick slipping out, can hear it even with each embarrassing squelch as his dick pushes through it. 

“Couldn’t even message me back-” he lands another forceful thrust, “because you were too occupied with whatever you were doing.” His pace has quickened now; and his knuckles are white against the counter as he braces himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“I said I’m sorry,” she cries out, holding onto him for dear life.

“For what?” He bites at her neck, harshly, then soothes over the area with his tongue. “What are you sorry for?” She gasps as he pulls her to the edge of the counter, forcing her legs wider to accommodate his hips. 

“I’m…I-” Her mind is going delirious with every thrust, lips biting into her swollen lips as he pushes her closer and closer towards release. “Wait,” she gasps, plating her palm against his chest. “It’s getting all over the dress.” Their combined slick has dribbled down the swell of her ass, spilling onto the counter and staining the ruffles of her dress.

Caleb barks a laugh, slowing his rut. He pulls out but he can’t stop the gush of arousal that seeps out of her sex and onto the fabric. He lifts her to her feet, steadying her for a second in her wooziness, and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Want me to take it off, yeah?” His fingers pull at the ribbon and loosen the corset until it all but slips off her chest. He tugs the fabric down her hips harshly through her ‘uh huh’s and helps her step out of the pile of fabric. He kicks it out of the way much to her dismay. “Don’t worry. We’ll get it dry cleaned before you return it,” he snarls in her ear, biting at the skin.

Pushing her away from the counter and against the wall, he wraps her thigh around his waist. His lips work their way across her collarbone, sucking harshly at the flushed skin. She mewls into his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly as he lifts her around him. 

“Want it just like this, yeah?” His nose nudges into her cheek at their proximity and he lines his cock back up with her messy sex. She’s pulsing. Being carried like this, having his flexed biceps all over her, she can almost feel her come at the brink of release. As she breathes in him, she catches a glimpse of the two of them in the mirror and almost moans. He’s so fucking huge, covering her entire torso. She can see her legs, wrapped neatly around him, and her heels digging into the flesh just above his ass. She swallows, a guilty flush encasing her face, and hides her face in the crook of his neck. 

Caleb slides his cock back into her, the red, angry tip swallowed in murky white release. 

“Now, tell me what you’re sorry for.” The sheer power of his thrusts causes him to push her back against the wall for support. She gasps and warbles into him, nipping intermittently at his lipstick stained neck. 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. For not--mmph--checking my phone and making you--oh my god--making you worry.” The tears she has been so strong in restraining finally break. Inky globes roll down her cheek as her mascara runs. He watches her, bewitched by the way she looks so messy. So used and broken as she cries out his name. He thrusts into her harder. And she looks so pretty, he thinks, as fresh, hot tears run down her cheeks. Smearing her eyeshadow and liner until its nothing but a splatter of marks under her waterline. Her tears carve away at her foundation, leaving streaky beige stains down to her chin. And it feels so good. She feels so fucking full of him.

“Talk to me, baby,” he presses, kissing her brow.

“Mmhm,” she moans, head thrown back. “Feels so good. I just feel you.”

Her eyes can’t help but be pulled to the mirror, watching as he flexes his ass with each slam into her. She experiments with dragging her nails down his back, eyes widening as he convulses. Gasping as he pushes more roughly into her, fucking her ruthlessly against the wall. She can no longer hide her fixation, the dirty, sinister churning in her gut as she moans brokenly at the erotic image before her.

“What are you looking at?” His eyes widen for only a split second, like he can’t believe this is what’s got her clamping down on his cock every few seconds. He turns his head slightly and meets her pornographic expression in the mirror. Her eyes are half lidded and her mouth is parted. Her tongue drags lazily over her teeth with each rise and fall of her chest.

“You like watching, baby?” He watches as she breaks even further around his harsh thrusts. The smell of sex clouds her vision, fogs her conscience so much that she can only nod. “Like seeing yourself get fucked?”

He drags his thick cock out to the tip then slides back in, torturously slow. He does this a few times, angling and propping her up in such a way so that she sees the curve of his hard cock disappearing into her messy cunt. 

“Go faster,” she pleads, unable to take her eyes away from it. 

“You’re such a dirty girl, getting off on this. I had no idea you were such a lewd, filthy girl.” She cries out as she feels the spurt of her release rush to her core. This isn’t how she wants to come. Not when he’s being so slow and teasing. But she can’t help it. Can’t hold it in as she turns to mush in his arms. Her release squirts up onto his torso, soaking his skin in murky white fluids. She watches as rings of white, sticky cum gather at the base of his cock. And when he pushes too close, reaches all the way to her bruised cervix, her cum smears over her swollen sex.

“It feels so good,” she moans, wrapping her hands around his wrists tightly as he settles her down. Her legs are so shaky, and she can hardly support her weight.

“Not done with you yet,” he says, planting kisses on the top of her head. He guides her towards the counter, letting her brace herself against the cool marble, and coaxes her jaw up. “Look how messy you are, baby. So fucking beautiful for me like this.” He holds her chin between his fingers and watches her though the mirror as he plants kisses along her shoulder. Truly, her makeup is ruined. Her cheeks are wet and sticky. And her breasts are swollen, jiggling slightly as he grinds against her.

“Caleb,” she sighs, hanging her head low. Her arms are shaky, and each grind pushes her hips uncomfortably into the edge of the counter. Yet despite her exhaustive state her pussy is still pulsing for more. Seeing him behind her, almost engulfing her, makes her walls twitch and convulse. She bites her lip in embarrassment. “Wanna keep going…want you to cum in me.” She says this to spur him on. Knows that she’s biting off more than she can chew, but she doesn’t care. She reaches behind her and strokes his cock shallowly, guiding him towards her heat again.

He presses his hands against the counter’s edge where her hips meet, cushioning the blows as he bucks into her. His cock is so pent up and strained; and it swells up as she clamps down harshly on him. He’s not going to last long. Especially not now when he has a full view of her swollen breasts in the mirror, jerking with his every thrust. He desperately wants to tug at the plush flesh, bite at her nipples, even just wrap his tongue around it. But his hands are rendered immobile on the counter, and her comfort is prioritised above all else. Instead, he settles for biting into her shoulder and sucking the skin harshly. She can’t help the moans that spill out of her lips, hoarse and ragged. The particular angle of him rutting into her from behind is breaking her mind into pieces. She can feel him in her gut, fuck, she can hardly keep up as he knocks the breath out of her.

“Do you hear yourself?” Comes his taunting voice. Each moan sends a pulse straight to his cock. “Fuck, can you even think?” She manages to shake her head through her tears. She looks absolutely ruined. 

“Feel so fucking mmph--feel so good.” She feels her release gush out of her without warning, splattering over his thighs and the floor. She’s never felt so sensitive in her life than she does now as he takes on a bruising pace towards the finish line. He’s breathing out so heavily into her air, groaning and whining her name. And she can only egg him on, crying out for his release. Demanding to be filled up. 

His cock hardly leaves her cunt as he tries to push further in and in, balls flush against her ass. She feels him twitch before his warm come floods into her. It’s sticky and hot, and suddenly there’s a ringing in her ears. The feeling of being full, really full, has her gasping out against the mirror, body thrown over the counter. Her cunt is so sensitive, every trivial little shift of his body sets off another moan. Caleb slumps over her, careful not to lean his entire weight on her. He wraps his arms around her and lets her head rest back against his shoulder.

“Don’t pull out yet,” she mumbles, eyes closed.

“Don’t worry,” he coos, rubbing over her hips soothingly. “I’m not going anywhere.” She knows as soon as he pulls out, their mixed come is going everywhere. They stay there for a few minutes, the frantic rise and fall of their chests plateauing out into slow, even breaths. 

“Are you okay, baby? I know I was rough with you.” She hums, the fog in her mind slowly clearing.

“I’m okay.” Regaining control over her body, she reaches up and strokes his arm. “That felt really, really good.”

“Yeah?” He kisses at her jaw. “Gonna clean you up now, okay?” She nods. “But,” he gives her a once over, pursing his lips, “I’m gonna have to pull out. Is that okay, baby?” She braces herself before giving another nod.

“Yeah, you can pull out. But, gently, please.” Upon her approval, he eases his cock out slowly, and sure enough, white fluid trickles out of her cunt and down her legs. She lets out a gasp at the heightened sensitivity of feeling so empty. 

Caleb scoops her up and sits her back atop the counter. She leans against the mirror with a shy smile, watching him fiddle with the bottles beside her. He flips the cap of her makeup remover and lets some seep out onto a cotton pad.

“My beautiful girl.” He grins down at her, wiping gently across her cheeks. Blushing, she reaches up and brushes aside the hair falling into his eyes. His hair is damp now, seeped with sweat.

“My sweet, doting Caleb,” she echoes teasingly. He only laughs, getting a fresh wipe. He tips her jaw up slightly, dabbing cautiously around her waterline.

“Close your eyes for me, baby.” She does as she’s told, and feels the cold wipe on her skin. He takes extra care around her lashes and the corners of her eyes. When he’s done he leans back and tosses the used wipes in the bin.

When she opens her eyes, he’s holding out a jar in front of her.

“Want to use your cleanser now? Or after a shower, baby?” She giggles, chest filling with warmth.

“You can use it now.” He nods, twisting open the cleansing balm and taking a decent scoop out. Before he can set it down, she takes it, dipping her own fingers in.

“What,” he says through a laugh, “you’re gonna clean me up too?”

“Of course, dummy,” she quips, smoothing the balm between her hands. Once the balm is more pliable, she applies it evenly over his face. She rubs it into his skin with gentle, circular motions. “Like this,” she hums, the corners of her lips curling up into a smile. He watches, eyes rounded and gleaming in awe, and then he follows her direction, spreading the balm over her soft skin. Their arms brush against each other in their proximity. 

As they settle into silence, she bites her lip.

“I really didn’t mean to make you worry, Caleb.” He looks up at her, fingers slowing down. She stays focused, though, smoothing the balm over his forehead. “I should’ve let you know I was going out.”

“Don’t stress about it now, baby. You’re here now, right?” He kisses the top of her head. “That’s all that matters.”

“I made you stay up late,” she says. She reaches over to the sink, letting the water run over her hands. Guiding him closer, she begins wiping the balm off then rinsing it down the sink. 

“It’s nothing,” he reassures her. “Baby, don’t keep dwelling on it. It won’t happen again, right?” She shakes her head. “Then that’s all I need to know. I trust you.”

She stays still as he begins washing the balm off her face as well.

“Do you have to get up early tomorrow? It’s almost three…” He only shakes his head.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, baby. I’m all yours.” He pauses. “Well, technically, it is tomorrow.” She mirrors his grin, leaning down and capturing his lips. It’s gentle and slow. 

He pulls away first, taking her arms and guiding her down off the counter. 

“Come on, gotta shower first before you fall asleep on me.”

Okay, i wrote this ages ago and this was supposed to be part 2 of a Sylus fic where he does your makeup . lord give me the strength to finish it.

bruh when the deceptive solitude artwork came out, best believe i was fucking FROTHING at the mouth

[calebsmoocher]

everyday i thank god i have eyes

I’M BRICKED TF U- WHO SAID THAT?

the other half (of an airpod) | caleb.

✩ synopsis: you distractedly leave the other half of your airpod on the kitchen counter while you watch porn in your room, prompting your roommate's curiosity.

✩ pairing: roommate!caleb x afab!reader / wc: 7.9k

✩ cw: porn watching, pet names (pip, baby, honey), masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, caleb’s pull out game is WEAK, and he kinda invades ur privacy idk, emotional sex, porn with plot, eventual romance

✩ crossposted in my ao3

✩ a/n: a day late to caleb's bday lol :p

It was a normal evening.

It was supposed to be a normal evening.

You were just doing the same things you routinely do whenever your work busted your ass–a regimen that consists of your vibrator on one hand, and your phone on the other. And of course, one airpod in and the other one out, just in case your roommate, Caleb, calls you from the living room. 

Unfortunately, you needed to fall back into that routine tonight. Again. For the fifth time this week. And so, immediately after coming home, with both airpods in your ears, you make your bed with one hand gripping on your phone in your dimly lit room, scrolling through dozens of videos at a porn website–trying and failing to find one that fits whatever sexual fantasy you are up tonight.

Roleplay? Not really.

BDSM? Eh, maybe for another day.

Voyeurism? Feels a little boring tonight.

Distractedly and way too grossly absorbed in your mission, you make your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water while you’re already on the seventh page of the website.

“Preparin’ for bed this early?” Your roommate calls out to you in the living room, albeit muffled by the earbuds. You pull one airpod from your ear and place them unsuspectingly on the counter as you pour yourself a glass.

 “Hmm? What was that?” You ask while fixated on the device.

Caleb repeats the question, glancing at you from the sofa, “You’re sleepin’ early. Tired?”

“Oh, yeah. Sleepy as hell,” you murmur, returning to your room with one hand on your phone that’s on the ninth page of the website, a glass full of water, and one airpod forgotten on the kitchen counter.

“Alright, g’night,” Caleb says with a wave of his hand, watching you disappear from his peripheral vision.

And it was supposed to be a normal evening.

Because as you were burying yourself atop the blankets, tapping on the perfect ‘amateur sex and creampied by new boyfriend!’ video you found at the start of the tenth page to indulge yourself with, Caleb waltzes his way through the kitchen and sees the other half of your airpod sitting invitingly on the countertop. 

You pull a small vibrator from underneath your pillow, clicking it open to the lowest setting. The couple in the video begins shakily, both their upper faces out of the frame, lenses focusing on their unhurried kissing. With a gulp, you lightly press the toy against your clothed crotch, hovering over your clit.

Curiously, Caleb picks up the airpod on the counter.

The video pauses, but you ignore the warning sign, tapping the other half of your airpod to play it again. The man in the video glides his fingers over the skin of his partner, hands grazing over her perky nipples, eliciting a whine from her, and down, down, and down to her covered and sopping cunt. He drags his fingertips lazily over the cute baby blue panties, collecting the dampness from her slit. Your breath hitches, pulling your underwear to the side as you press the vibrator closer to your clit with one hand and the other grabbing the hem of your shirt, biting onto it.

Caleb presses the airpod against his ear.

Another pause, but you tap the other half again exasperatedly.

Caleb could barely make out the noises. He thought it was just the usual white noise for sleeping that you would play in the background. After all, the sound of air conditioning from the video in the first seconds could be classified as that. But as soon as the noises from the AC were overshadowed by the slow and heavy breathing then to small kisses to the most obscene and downright filthy moans, he freezes.

The woman is begging through high-pitched whines. Pleading that her partner pushes his fucking fingers in her, instead of teasing her like she wasn’t his girlfriend. The man lowly chuckles in her ear, slipping his hands into her panties, lips hovering across her cheek.

“Hm? Girlfriend? Since when?”

“N-Not fair! I already–ah! Asked you ‘ta be m-mine!”

“Really? My sweetheart asked?”

“Mmm! Mmhmm!”

“But why should I touch you here? You filthy girl. Letting yourself be touched by your friend. You’d let anyone touch you, huh? That’s how needy you are, hm? D’you need my fingers? Where do you need it? Use your big girl words, baby.”

Caleb’s cheeks flush and heat rushes everywhere in his body.

It was supposed to be a normal evening.

Until it wasn’t.

Without another second to waste, he pads through the small space of your apartment.

You pull your panties down to your thighs, spreading your legs atop your mattress, pressing the vibrator harder to your clit. With a shaky exhale, you let go of your phone on your breasts, grabbing another longer vibrator underneath your pillow. You press the longer one into your entrance, tapping on the power thrice–to its maximum setting, and slowly push into your wet cunt. You bite back a moan, saliva collecting on the hem of your shirt. The woman in the video moans louder as her partner pushes another finger in her vagina, the other hand deliberately circling around her clit.

“Oh my good girl likes when I rub it here and fuck my fingers into her huh?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the longer vibrator hits the hilt.

A knock to the door.

“Hey uh pip?”

Fuck.

Your eyes fly open as you spit out your shirt, hands frozen in your crotch. “Y-Yeah, Caleb? What’s up?” You say shakily, in between breaths.

“You left your other airpod out in the kitchen, you need it?” 

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

“No! Uh– fuck– Just leave it by the shelf near the door!” You yell out, helplessly ignoring the relentless vibrating of the toy inside you and unable to pull it away from your clit.

Shit, did you lock the door?

“Are you sure? It might be important–”

“I’m fucking sure, Caleb! Don’t listen to my shit!” You choke, fingers trembling over your toys settled in your pussy while the video continues to play in the background.

“Oh baby she’s clenching for me, you close? Hmm?”

“Just put it on the shelf!” You repeat, finding the strength to pull the toys out–to no avail.

“I’ll just come in, okay? I’ll give you your airpod–”

“Don’t you fucking dare–!”

Caleb swings the door open.

“Hi,” you gulp.

“P-Please don’t stop, please! Put it back in!”

He sees you breathing heavily with one airpod in your ear, moonlight filtering through your sheer curtains, and beads of sweat trickling down your temple. 

“Hey,” Caleb replies, darting his eyes on your body.

Fully engulfed under the sheets.

“Just leave my airpod by the dresser,” you exhale, eyes glazing over the shadows of his taut muscles behind his shirt.

“Okay,” he breathes out, his gaze never leaving your figure and feet planted to the floor as if he didn’t hear what you asked him to do. “You seem to be panting heavily. You okay?” He asks, words rolling off his tongue slowly. You swallow thickly, “Of course, yeah. J-Just a little hot. I think my AC’s acting up,” you grit.

“Really?” Caleb raises his hand to the direction of the wind, “Seems fine to me.”

“She’s begging so prettily for me, aren’t ‘cha? You want me to put it back in?”

“Oh.”

He stares at you, eyes unreadable. There was no movement underneath the sheets, your lips are slightly parted, and a half lidded look on your irises. 

“Caleb,” you call out.

He takes a step forward, “Yes?”

He can feel his bulge hardening as he waits expectantly for your words.

“Ngh- ugh- thank you! Thank you! Fuck that feels good!” 

“The other half of the airpod. Leave it by the dresser,” you say casually like you don’t have a woman moaning in your ear and a vibrator shoved up your clenching pussy.

Caleb huffs, eyes lingering at the earbud “Right.”

“Don’t put it in,” you warn, noticing the way he watches the earbud like a hawk. “Why not?” Caleb asks. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, “Just don’t or else I’ll get mad.”

“Feels good, baby? Right here feels good?”

Caleb fiddles with the airpods between his fingers, signalling the on and off of the video. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting patiently for your roommate to leave you alone.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I–”

“Fine,” he relents, placing the lone device on your dresser. You expect him to leave. 

“Where’s your phone?” He asks, shifting his weight to his other foot.

“Caleb.”

He throws his arms in the air, “Just askin’ geez.”

Perspiration continues to trickle down the sides of your face with an evident blush on your cheeks.

“Why don’t we take your sheets off? You’re sweatin’ like crazy,” he murmurs, stalking over your trembling figure.

“No, Caleb! Stop right there!” You beg.

“Oh my good girl came a lot, didn’t she? Hm? She came a lot, didn’t she?”

Oh fuck.

“What? I’ll just help you out, ‘s all,” he shrugs, fixated on your blushing skin, lips slightly parted, and glazed eyes staring at his biceps.

You must think he’s dumb enough not to hear the low vibrations of your toy from underneath the piles of sheets.

“Y-You–fuck–you can help me by leaving and locking the door on your way out,” you huff. He blinks at you as he stands beside your bed, his shadow looming over you. “No need to be hostile,” he says, reaching to the end of the blanket. “I’m sure you’re just having trouble sleeping, right? I’ll just lay beside you like we always do when we were kids,” he continued, gently pulling the sheet away from your iron grip.

“Please fuck me next, god please.”

You gulp. “Caleb, stop,” you beg, eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

He tilts his head in curiosity, “Why? I’ll just lay beside you, I promise.”

“Aren’t ‘cha greedy, your pussy’s just swallowin’ me up and clenchin’ hard.”

Caleb tugs the duvet from you as you protest, “It’s embarrassing, I’m a grown woman already–!”

He drags the sheets away from you, exposing your figure. 

There you are in your full glory–a smaller vibrator and phone tossed to your side as it continues to show two people fucking like bunnies and panties down to your thighs. Your legs are quivering with every rhythmic vibration from the shoved toy in your pussy, clit swollen, and lips drenched.

“Caleb!” You hiss, both from the cold air and embarrassment, scrambling to pull out the toys away from your crotch. “You assho–!”

“Oh baby. Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

You freeze in your tracks, slowly darting your gaze to your childhood friend standing across your bed, his pupils blown out and lips slightly parted. You swear you could almost see him stick out his tongue and pant like a dog in heat. At this point, you can barely feel any pleasure from the toy in your cunt, just pure torture and discomfort.

“Ugh! F-Fuck! Hah… You feel so fuckin’ good!”

“C-Caleb?” You whisper, hands itching to grab the blanket and pull out your vibrator from your legs. Your voice cuts Caleb out from his daze. 

“Oh baby,” he repeats in a pout, kneeling to your mattress, prompting you to pull yourself away from him, “What are you doing? What are you doin’ with this– this… atrocious thing?” He asks, peering into your crotch. “And what are you doin’ watching this disgusting thing?” He continues, stealing a glimpse of your phone before shutting it close, zipping the sultry moans in your ear.

“You could’ve just asked me to help you, baby. Right? You should know that,” he rambles, fingers hovering closer.

“Don’t–!”

“Shh, shhh it’s okay. It’s okay. Caleb’s got you,” he yaps, as if his brain is shut and dead, eyes on laser focus and preying on your poor clenching pussy. 

“Caleb!” You call out, shaking him out from a trance. Caleb shakes his head, turning to you, “Yes?” He asks, as if he isn’t settling between your legs. “Leave, please,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes. He frowns and he does his stupid head tilt thing that he always seems to do to get what he wants from you. 

“Why?” He demands.

“I-It’s weird! And god I just want some time alone and you’re here looking at my pathetic state–it’s not even hot and sexy!” You complain, pulling the blanket to your lap. He raises a brow at you but you dart your gaze elsewhere, fixating on the crinkles of your sheets underneath your palms. 

“Hey,” he begins.

You don’t budge.

“Hey.”

Caleb takes your chin between his fingers and gently pulls it forward, urging you to look at him. “Who said you look pathetic and ‘not hot and sexy’? Hm?” He murmurs, inching closer to you. “I’m more appalled you didn’t come to me for help.”

“We’re friends, Caleb. Friends don’t ask you to help you get an orgasm!” You retort with furrowed brows and a scowl.

“I do.”

“What–?”

You could only stare at him owlishly and your mouth agape. 

“You know I’d do anythin’ you ask me to, baby,” he coos, “This one isn’t any different.”

“Oh god, no. This would make things weirder between us and I don’t want that. Not in a million years, Caleb. No way…” The words slowly die in your throat as he only peers into your personal space earnestly, his breath fanning your cheeks. 

“Things have never been normal for us, ever. And I’ve had enough with holdin’ back. So you can either let me help you or we remain tiptoeing around each other forever,” he whispers, thumb caressing your cheek.

You swallow thickly, weighing your options. You glance from Caleb’s eyes to his lips, heart thumping against your chest wildly. The incessant vibrating between your crotch turned into agony minutes ago and there seems to be no other way around the situation. With a soft sigh and a bite inside your cheek, you slowly peel the blanket away from you, exposing your shaking legs.

Caleb merely spares a glance on your vulnerable crotch, removing the lone airpod in your ear. “You trust me to take care of you?” He asks in a low voice. You shy away from his intense stare, nodding. 

“I need your big girl words, baby,” he muttered, grabbing your chin again, turning you to him, “Do you trust me to take care of you?”

You slowly blink at him, drowning in the cosmos of his eyes and studying every freckle, mole, and blemish on his skin. With bated breath, you say, “Yes, Caleb. Please… Please take care of me.”

“Then we won’t need this,” he declares, pulling himself away from you and wasting no time to pull out the vibrator from your vagina. “Careful!” You hiss from the soreness, clawing into your sheets. 

Your roommate chuckles, “I’m sorry, baby. We had to get it out of the way.”

But before you could glare at him, his palms reached for your cheeks, cradling your face with adoration that you were sure you could melt from. “Let me take care of you, okay?” He mumbled, leaning his forehead on yours, pupils dilated and boring into yours. You were floored at the sudden drop of atmosphere within the room, but you were not one to complain. Not when you have the man you’ve thought of when watching all those porn for the past months is within your reach.

“And for me to take care of you, you’ll let me do anything, right?” He asks. You could barely muster a reply with the way you forgot to breathe in the close proximity of your supposed roommate.

“Caleb…”

He mentions your name back, the tip of his nose grazing against yours, “Hmm?” He steals a glimpse of your lips before looking back at your irises.

“Can you just kiss me?” You exhale. 

Caleb smiles, one that reaches his eyes, turning them into small squints. Without hesitation, his lips touch yours, barely brushing each other. Until he grabs the back of your head and locks his mouth into yours, eliciting a moan from you. He feels like he might actually ascend into heaven. He dreamt of this moment for as long as he can remember, always daydreaming and losing himself on the thought of how your whimpers would sound like. How your lips felt like. And now that Caleb is here and you’re here with him, he feels like he might actually be in the clouds.

His cheeks are burning as he continues to devour your lips, his heart beating against his ribcage. Your trembling fingers tangle into his hair, pushing him impossibly closer to you. He feels the wet patch from your panties on your thighs, making him groan against your mouth, lapping up the mixed spit. 

His hands roam across your chest, cupping your breasts over your shirt. Sighs and moans passed between your meeting lips, fingernails digging into the skin of his nape. With a gentle squeeze, he moves forward between your legs, making you lean back into the headboard. He massages your boobs, thumbs grazing over your perky nipples underneath the thin fabric of your shirt. “Oh baby they’re stiff,” he murmurs against your mouth. Caleb reaches from underneath, his hot fingertips trailing your skin until he finds your nipples. He pinches the buds, making you yelp in surprise. He grins, luring your tongue into his mouth and quickly clamping his lips around it, sucking on it. 

You can feel yourself getting warmer and weaker by the second, your grip loosening and slacking onto your sides as Caleb continues to guzzle your saliva down his throat. With feeble hands, you push away your roommate from completely swallowing you.

“Oh– ugh, enough, please,” you groan, tilting your head back as you shakily prop yourself up. Caleb merely smirks at your request, hands gripping into your hips, “Enough?” He mocks, “We just started.”

You look up at him with a frail scowl and he snickers, pulling away. “Don’t look at me like that, I’ll fulfill my promise, I swear,” he says, tugging his shirt and sweatpants off.

It takes everything in your system to not blatantly ogle at the shadows of his muscles–and you still fail. Admiring every dip and curve of his body, you bite the inside of your cheek, noticing the dog tag around his neck settling just above his massive pecs. He chuckles at your insistent gawking, “Come on, your turn.” 

You couldn’t even process what he just said, too caught up in drooling over his body that was carved by the gods that you didn’t even notice that he stripped you down bare. Your clothes are strewn across the room but you didn’t care, not when Caleb smashes his mouth against yours again. 

“Fuck I can’t look at you,” he murmurs and you feel your heart sink to your stomach.

What does he mean by that? Did he find you horrifying to look at? What he said was true though, after taking off every fabric from your skin, he went ahead and kissed you again without sparing you a glance.

“I might just fucking cum alone from seeing your body.”

Oh.

Oh.

“You stupid loser,” you grumble, biting his bottom lip. “What did I do?” Caleb suddenly asks, scrambling away to look at you with those large doe eyes that you hate (because you fall for it everytime).

“I thought you fucking hated me for a second back there,” you huff, gaze trailing down to the large tent in his boxers, “Telling me how you can’t look at me.”

Caleb shoots you an apologetic grin, his clammy hands reaching for your thighs and rubbing the skin up and down. “Silly girl,” he mumbles, hovering his lips against yours again, “I can’t look at you because you’ll see how pathetic I am when I cum in my fucking pants.”

You giggle and a sigh escapes your lips when Caleb’s meets yours again, feeling his smile with every glide of his tongue. Caleb never knew kissing you would feel this good, and he swears he can get off from just doing this alone with you for the entire night. But he has a mission to fulfill and he refuses to leave you hanging.

With profound determination, he palms your crotch gently, collecting the wetness in his hand. “Oh I just know you’ll feel good. My god,” he says.

“We’re not even halfway through this and you’re already clicking your heels together in excitement,” you joke and his chest bubbles up in laughter. 

“Can you blame me, baby? I’ve dreamt of this moment since forever,” he replies, inserting his tongue back into your mouth again. His index finger gently caresses over your slit, making you catch your breathing in your throat. You can only concentrate on one thing, and with so much going on–his finger slowly rubbing over your entrance, his tongue dancing with yours, and his other hand reaching over and massaging your breasts, you were far too gone. To the point where you actively have to think about breathing before your lungs could collapse.

All your efforts to will yourself to suspire was thrown out the window when Caleb’s middle finger grazed over your clit. You choke into his mouth, pulling away from him. 

“She’s sensitive, isn’t she?” Caleb coos as you throw your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky perfume. He rubs the nub with his fingertips in circular motions, making your legs tremble heavily. Caleb plants open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, tongue slowly gliding the curvature of your skin. His lips latch onto every inch of your skin, noticing the way your breathing hitches with every suck on your body.

And down, down, down, he effortlessly runs his tongue on every crevice of your figure until he comes face-to-face with your boobs. He could cry at the sight alone.

“Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable,” he mumbles, staring at the mounds in your chest, fingers still rubbing your clit in circular motion like it’s his second nature. “You are unbelievably beautiful,” he grits, burying his face right between your breasts. You gasp, feeling him slowly lick long stripes between your nipples like he’s carving a path to them. 

As soon as his lips catch your left nipple, he groans and you choke a breath. 

“Hah– Caleb–”

“Hmm? You like it?” He mumbles in between your breasts.

You can’t even reply even if you wanted to, your hand flying to his neck and gripping onto it like your life depended on him. He continues to abuse your swollen clit, collecting your wetness from your entrance. “You’re shaking so much. That’s what you get for using a toy instead of calling for me,” he reprimands.

“Don’t scold me now, Caleb–ah!”

He pinches your nub and bites your nipple gently, earning a yelp from you and nails dig into his skin harder. “‘M sorry, baby. I just wanted to remind you, ‘s all,” he mumbles, focusing on your labored breaths. He spits out the swollen nipple, a trail of his saliva connecting to his chin as he leans forward to your other breast.

“Won’t scold you anymore, promise,” he continues, pressing your clit with the pad of his thumb and sucking on your right boob.

“O-oh shit! You– I can’t–!” You press your legs together, only for Caleb to pull it apart effortlessly with his one hand, pinning your left leg to the mattress. “I know baby, I know,” he coos, almost whining as he forces himself to remove his mouth from your addictive breasts, propping himself up. You fall your hands to your sides in naught. “It feels too good, right? Right?” He breathed lightly, eyes trailing down your body. He stares at your boobs, jiggling to the way you writhe under his touch, and the mixture of sweat and his saliva trickling down between the valley. He could feel his dick harden at the sight alone, urging him to swallow thickly and turn to your face instead.

Which was a mistake.

The moment he does, he is met with your gaping, trembling lips with drool slipping out on the side and half-lidded eyes staring up at him. You catch him peering at you and mindlessly, you outstretch your arms to him, making grabby hands.

“Oh how can I deny you? My sweet sweet baby,” he babbles, removing his hand from your thigh and interlocking his fingers with yours. Without warning, he inserts his ring finger to your entrance with his thumb still hovering over your clit, drawing a choked breath from you. 

“Baby you’re so warm, I can feel you so much,” he muses, “It makes me feel… things.”

You furrow your brows at him but before you can ask him, what the hell is he talking about, he yanks his finger out of you and settles it onto your hip, the other one still laced around yours, and lays on his stomach–face to face with your crotch. He watches your slick run down your folds albeit hypnotized. 

Glossy and looks inviting, it’s like it was his first time seeing pussy. But it’s yours. That changes everything, because he doesn’t count all the other ones he had before you. Simply ‘cause it’s not yours. Caleb sticks his tongue out and exhales heavily, feeling all the lust clouding his mind.  

“I’m going to fuck my tongue into you,” Caleb declares casually.

“Huh? Wha–!”

You couldn’t even cry out if you wanted to, not when he rams his tongue into your entrance without any other explanation. He whimpers, dazed and watery eyes flickering up at yours, gripping onto your hips like his lifeline. Caleb drags himself into the cold mattress, desperate for any relief in his boxers as he wraps his lips around your cunt, tongue flicking up to your clit. Your fingers grab a fistful of his hair, unknowingly planting him further into your pussy. 

“F-fuck,” you whine, throwing your head back, feeling him lay his tongue flat against your slit, slurping up all your sweet sweet juices. 

“I love how you taste, so so fuckin’ delicious,” he yaps, feeling the vibrations of his words in your vagina. Caleb buries tongue further into you, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit, “I could stay here forever, you’d let me do that right?” He asks, licking a long sloppy stripe into your entrance. You gnaw your bottom lip, wheezing from the way he was eating you out like you were his last meal. “Right? Right?” He huffs, swallowing and slurping at the same time like he was crazed. 

You open your mouth to answer but he wouldn’t even let you do that as he kitten licks and sucks your clit rhythmically. “Caleb, wait!” You choke, pulling his hair harder.

“Baby, you’d let me eat you all night, right?” He repeats, looking up at you with fawn written in his features. You blink at him, huffing and puffing, “I-I can’t–” 

“Wrong answer baby,” he grunts before diving back into you, cramming his wet muscle into you again. “Y-you didn’t even let me fuckin– hah! Finish my goddamn– hng sentence!” You exclaim, thrashing your hips into his greedy mouth, feeling the tip of his nose rub against your swollen nub again. Your legs shake profusely beside him, growing weaker with each second that Caleb fucks his tongue into you. 

“Don’t– mwa!-- need– mwa!-- to!” He replies in between messy kisses, exploring your cunt feverishly. 

“Oh f-fuuuck, feels good. Sho sho good,” you whine, pressing your head into the pillow in embarrassment. Caleb continues to eat you out like all his love for you could only be translated into your pussy, smearing his freckled face with all your juices while lapping every single liquid that you excrete. “I know baby, I know,” he mumbles and he feels your cunt sporadically twitch in his mouth. 

“Baby I think she’s close. Are you close, baby?” He heaved and you could only shake your head, “I-I dun’ know!”

He chuckles against your clit and that does it.

You’re spasming, gush of liquid rippling out of your pussy and straight into Caleb’s throat, guzzling them down like they’re sacred and all so holy. Your legs shake intensely from the onslaught of his tongue, seeing the kaleidoscopic colors and light behind your eyes as you muffle your screams into the cushion while you dig your nails into his scalp and knuckles. 

“F-fuh–! Caleb! E-enough!” You plead, jaw widely ajar as Caleb laps up your slobbering mess of a cunt. “Mmh, not yet. Please,” he begs back, rubbing circles in your hips. With a choked breath and all the remaining strength in your body, you pull his head away from your sensitive pussy. 

You exhale in short breaths as you memorize the sight from across you–your childhood friend kneeling between your legs with the dim light kissing his flushed skin. A slippery trail of your arousal drips down his chin, glistening under the moonlight. You mindlessly follow the movement of his chest, admiring his muscles and down to his crotch, noticing the wet patch on his boxers.

“I love how you taste,” Caleb declares in between pants, tongue licking a stripe on his lips. He seems spellbound, fixated on your half-lidded eyes and hair sprawled across the pillows. His heartbeat thumps wildly against his chest, wanting to pinch himself to realize that all of this is real. That he just ate you out ferociously, the same way he dreams about it every single night.

“I love you.”

“Huh?” 

You slip your fingers away from his grasp and detach his grip from your hip. He frowns at your actions, “I said I love you,” he declares. You ignore his words and the heavy scowl he’s sending in your direction, noticing the water forming in his eyes. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to crush you with his weight, his heavy bulge protruding against your stomach.

You burrow your nose into his scalp, fingers threading through his hair, “You sure about that? Or are you just saying that to have sex with me?” You mumble.

You can feel the glare Caleb is forming against your skin but you refuse to let him prop himself up.

“What do you mean? I don’t care if I don’t fuck you, I’m in love with you,” he grumbles, resisting the urge to bite the curve of your neck in annoyance. You hum in response, massaging your fingertips into his scalp, having him slowly melt into your touch. He was glad you were caressing him in all the right places, feeling all his irritation slip away momentarily.

“Well you’re in luck,” you murmur. He furrows his brows and you let him pull himself up, the palm of his hand beside you.

“What?” He asks questioningly, his dogtag dangling close to your breasts. You send him a soft smile, “I feel the same way, perchance.”

Caleb stares at you incredulously, “Perchance?”

You giggle, “I… I love you too, Caleb.”

Blink.

Once.

Twice.

Tears form in his eyes. 

“What…?” He gags.

“You don’t like it?” You raise a brow at him, biting the inside of your cheek. Before you can even register the salty liquid rolling down his face, he mangles himself into your limbs, burying into your skin. 

“C-Caleb?”

You were replied with muted sniffles and pecks of kisses in your neck. 

“Are you okay?” You ask again. He nods, wrapping his biceps around your shoulders and gripping you tight. “I-I just don’t think this will happen,” he admits.

“Why not?” You trace your name into his back followed by small hearts and his name. He just shrugs in response and you feel your collarbones turning damp because of his tears. You lowly chuckle, fingertips creeping up to his nape.

“Hmm.. So does that mean we won’t fuck anymore?” You ask, lips curving up in an amused smile. 

Caleb’s ears perk up, propping himself up with his elbow, “You’d let me do that?”

It was your turn to shrug, “That’s why you were here in the first place right?”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He pulls himself up between snivels and peels his boxers away. And the sight alone can bring you to your knees.

“Oh.” You inhale shakily, “You’re big.”

Caleb glances down to the direction of your eyes, “I guess it’s above average,” he says as-a-matter-of-factly. And you hate him for it. Because what does he mean that after all this time, after all the years of being roommates with him, this is what he’s hiding from you?! 

Your train of thought gets cut off as he strokes your cheek with the palm of his hand, hovering above you carefully. “Just so you know, I do this out of love for you,” he mentions, staring into your blown out pupils. 

“I know, I do too,” you reply, bringing a hand to his jaw. You steal a glimpse of his lips and he smiled, “Guess we’re even.”

Before you can even ask what he means, Caleb leans into you, locking his mouth against yours. Caleb feels like he could kiss you for eternity and still be insatiable, especially when he finally had a taste of you–hearing your soft whimpers and your attempts to muffle your sounds by swallowing them all as his tongue glides over your soft lips. Caleb sighs contentedly between your locked mouths, sucking on your bottom lip. You whine helplessly, slightly fluttering your eyelids only to be met with his pupils, staring right back at you while you kiss each other delicately. He slowly pulls away, breathlessly peering into your features–memorizing each mole, freckle, and scar.

You hated having him not in your mouth, however. So you close the distance between you two, tangling your legs around his hips and feeling his impossibly hard bulge into your stomach, meeting Caleb’s lips once more. 

Caleb pushes his thumb against your chin, shoving his tongue down your throat.

“Hah… Ca… Caleb,” you whine, cupping both his cheeks with the palms of your hand. He hums mindlessly, too engrossed with the way you taste.

“I think we should fuck.”

The gears in Caleb’s brain begin to churn. His eyes fly wide open, meeting your squinted gaze and grin. 

“Y-You think?” He mutters. 

You nod. 

He glances down and nods the same, gulping. Caleb takes his leaking tip, aligning himself against your slobbering entrance before huffing.

“Is this your first time?” You ask curiously and he shakes his head with shame written all over his features, “Unfortunately not.” 

“Then it’s okay, it’s not my first time either.”

He whips his head to your direction faster than the speed of light. Caleb gazes down at you with his purple puppy dog eyes and lips jutting out in dejection. “What do you mean it’s not your first time? You’ve had other people before me?” He seethes, jealousy bubbling up his chest and red eyes welling up, urging you to roll your eyes playfully, “I’m not your first time either, baby. We’re even.”

He didn’t even hear what you said. His clouded brain could only register the pet name you just called him and it bogged him how you could be oh so perfect.

“Okay,” he says casually, forgetting what the conversation was about.

Caleb returns to his mission, dragging the head of his cock to your entrance. You gulp, steadying your breathing as you feel him slowly collecting your liquid between your legs. And the second that his tip sinks into your cunt, he shivers. He could feel the tears forming back in his eyes again. He focuses on your crotch, drooling at the glistening and dripping cunt, With a shaky breath, “I-I’ll push myself in.”

Fat tears roll down Caleb’s cheeks as he eases his impossibly hard cock into your warm cunt. 

“O-oh, fuck,” he whines, creases forming between his eyebrows. He can’t even look at you and he’s glad that you’re suppressing all sounds from your throat. Because he’s sure the moment you let out the slightest moan, he’d cum without even burying himself halfway yet.

“Baby, you’re so warm inside,” he cries, choking back a groan. His eyes find the ceiling, praying to all the gods above of a miracle of letting him last for more than a minute inside you. “Caleb, baby, please push yourself in,” you beg.

And that’s all it took to thrust himself to the hilt.

“S-shit! Caleb!” 

“God. F-fuck,” he moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His grip on your hips tightens as the salty liquid runs down his cheeks, breathing unstable, and focused on your warm and snug cunt. He darts his gaze to the inky sky behind the sheer curtains in your room, silently praying to the gods to let him last at least a minute. 

Unfortunately, fate doesn’t seem to be on his side tonight. Because the moment he ends his prayer, he decides to gawk at you beneath him. Which ends up being his second mistake for the night. Your tear-glazed eyes bore into his with that half-lidded look that feels like he’s magnetized to you all over again, your swollen lips quivering at the biiig stretch he has in your tight and slick pussy.

Heat rushes to his cheeks and words coiled at his throat, “D-Don’t look at me like that,” he pleads, hips frozen in place. 

You pout, “Look like what?” You whisper, tears welling up in your eyes, light touches traveling down his back, turning to lightning shivers in his body.

He shudders, screwing his eyes shut.

“Caleb,” you call out, right hand reaching to his jaw. “Move. Please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Caleb removes his hands from your hips and instead presses firmly onto your thighs, pushing it open. 

“Open up for me more, baby. Come on,” he encourages, sprawling your legs out in a wide v shape. With his hands migrating to your ankles, he’s gawking straight between your legs. 

“Caleb–fuuck– You’re so slow–!” Caleb cuts you off with a harsh thrust, making your body jolt against the mattress, “I-I’m sorry but you gotta-hck! Understand how your pussy feels too good for me!” He retorts, bucking sloppily into you. You choke on your saliva as his sharp hips pivot, his cock burying deeper into your gummy walls, jerking into you back and forth like he’s lost all control. 

“Caleeeb, fuck right– ah!” You bite down your lip, his dick vigorously pummelling in and out of you, grip tightening around your ankles. “Ngh, babyyy,” you whimper, gasping at the immense pace he’s starting, fucking you mercilessly with eyes rolled to the back of his head. He presses his hands into the back of your thighs, pushing you forward in the meanest mating press, your legs hanging in the air above his shoulders.

“Oh shit Caleb! You’re shoo deep,” you moan, salty liquid finally running down your cheeks. Caleb notices, tilting his head forward and licks the tears away as if he wasn’t sobbing in pleasure himself. 

“Atta girl, atta girl,” he cries, pistoning into you deeper until you were certain your bodies would be carved into the mattress. “Feels good? This feels good, baby?” He asks, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You couldn’t even give him an answer even if you wanted to. He pulls himself out and shoves all of his dick into you, your cunt continuing to clamp around him like he deserves to stay there forever.

“There you go,” he babbles, ramming into you as he nibbles into your skin, “There you go baby. Keep taking it like a good girl.” His praises send shivers down your spine, heat enveloping your bodies. Caleb chokes, plunging into you one last time before burying himself into you carefully. “I’m so proud of you,” he mumbles, grinding his hips against yours. “You make me so so proud.”

“Ngh Caleb, why’d you stop?”  You mewl, tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling him up to meet his eyes. You were met with your roommate sniveling and in his most pathetic state–all because of your pussy. “I never felt this way,” he blubbers. 

“Me too, honey,” you admit, scratching his scalp lightly. “Feels too good baby,” he whines, rutting into you like an animal in heat. Before you can even reply to his yammering, he leans forward, capturing your lips.

His tongue tangles against yours, moaning and writhing into your touch. With a guzzle of your saliva down his throat, he pulls away. You gaze into his blown out irises, electricity jolting between the distance. With a heavy exhale, Caleb slowly pulls out of your cunt, never breaking eye contact and drives into you. 

“Hngh! Hah– Caleb!”

“Oh baby, there we go. You like that?” He groans, pummelling into you unhurriedly, your melodic moans echoing in the steamy air. 

“You like that?” plap! “I know you like that, baby.” plap! “Right? Just–!” plap! “Nice and gentle and slow,” He continues to plunge into you forward with shallow and slow thrusts.

“Just take it like a good girl baby, you’re doin’ such a good job for me. There we go, there we go,” he continues as you only gaze up at him with fat tears both rolling down your cheeks, a soft smile grazing your features as his dick hits your sweet spot. “Let me pick up the pace okay? I’ll pick up the pace now,” he blabbers.

Your pussy clamps down on his dick greedily, sucking him impossibly deeper as his words turn into a string of cries and whimpers. “I know baby, I know. It’s okay,” he yaps, continuing to smother you with his kisses and propelling you forward into the mattress with his thrusts.

You don’t even understand half of what he’s saying, too absorbed with the feeling of his cock satisfying you more than any vibrator you own. Everything was just perfect–from his bruising touch, his whines above you, his tears dripping into your cheeks, mixing with yours. You wrap your arms around his tensed shoulders, pulling him closer into you. Your feverish strokes catches him off guard, eliciting a choked whimper from him, “Oh baby, I’m so fucking dizzy. I think my brain’s fucking empty.” 

If you think you were going insane, Caleb feels like he’s about to die and explode with the way he pounds into you, exerting more strength into fucking you than he’s ever before. He’s delightfully delirious, crying and out of his mind, still unsure if this was real. He can feel the tip of his cock pressing into your cervix, short pants of “Ah! Ah!” escaping your lips whenever he does.

“Baby, baby,” he calls out, eyes wide open and scrambling to look into yours, “I–fuck– n-not gonna last. Need y-you to–hah– cum,” he manages to say in between pants. You nod profusely, embracing him closer until the tip of his nose grazes against yours.

Caleb removes one iron grip from your thighs, his hands snaking between your bodies. He flicks his finger between your folds, exploring your swollen clit, making you arch your back in pleasure with a scream. His pace is frantic now, his mouth agape with drool and tears trickling down your skin. He was not kidding when he said he’s going braindead. Your limbs are going limp under his weight, rocking your hips forward to bring yourself the one thing that you crave for the whole evening.

“Caleb, m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum!” You exclaim, lashes fluttering as you stare up at him with salty tears continuously dribbling down your face. He gulps, “Come on, cum for me. Cum for me,” he hums, fingers rubbing in circular motion against your nub. 

You swear you could get lost in the cosmos of his eyes, drawing pure passion in his irises. And before you could notice the way his gaze softens, his thumb presses harder into your sensitive clit, urging you to gush out a week’s worth of pent-up frustration. You’re shivering in his embrace, wailing his name and thrashing as your climax rushes into you, pussy squelching and clenching around him.

“Oh fuck baby don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze!” He retreats his hand from your clit to your jaw, cradling it softly in contrast to his harsh thrusts.

How can you control your firm grip around him when he wouldn’t even let up with his unforgiving pace? 

“Shit! Baby I won’t be able to pull out, I-I’m sorry–! I–hck!” 

Your hardened nipples brush against Caleb’s pecs as you squirm underneath him, vision blurring with tears and ecstasy as you cup his face with your hands, fondling his damp cheeks. He purses his lips, nuzzling into your touch, mouth parted as low moans and groans fall from his lips.

“Caleb,” you call out, ignoring the slow burn in your crotch from the overstimulation. He looks straight into you, fingers trembling against you, “I love you.”

His cock twitches at your words. 

“I-I’m sorry!” He exclaims, while mercilessly pinning you in the mating press. 

Caleb pumps you full of his dick with his eyes boring into you and within a second, he climaxes, hard. Stripes of his cum shooting up your womb, his body growing limp as you feel the ribbons of hot release that splatters deep into your cunt. 

You were sure he wasn’t sorry at all.

Caleb sucks through his teeth sharply, gyrating into you one last time before forcing himself to slide out of you. He notices the slobbering mess of his cum spilling out of your pussy mixed with your wetness in between you, eliciting a snarky smirk in his face.

“Stop fuckin’ staring you perv,” you huff, making him turn to you. He gives you a dopey smile and kisses your tear-stained cheeks. One kiss turns into two, then into four, then it turns into him full on smothering you with sloppy open mouthed kisses all over your face.

“Caleb! Stop!” You exclaim between giggles, feeling his shit-eating grin across your skin. “How can you still have the energy for this?!” You demand, flailing underneath him which deemed futile. 

“Well– mwa! I just had– mwa! The most mindblowing– mwa! Toe-curling– mwa! Sex I’ve ever had– mwa! With– mwa! The girl I love– mwa! Because she left her airpod on the kitchen counter.”

“Hey! You were the one who barged in here and pulled my sheets away like a fucking maniac! If it were any other person I would’ve called the cops,” you grumble, flicking his nose exasperatingly. He plops down into you in response, crushing you with his weight and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Well–heh… I got curious to what you were listenin’... Sorry,” he replied without any remorse. You audibly gasp, smacking his back, “So that’s why my video gets paused every damn second!” 

He only chuckles in response as you hurl your palms into his back in embarrassment, “What! Can you blame me for being curious? At least we got around to what we wanted anyway,” he argued, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You groan and roll your eyes at his words, featherlight touches reaching into his sweaty back. And with a soft exhale between your tangled limbs, you murmur into his ear, “You’re right. Thank you, my sweet boy.”

Let’s just say sparks of electricity shoot up his system again.

a/n: first time writing smut and i'm SPENT i fought for my life writing for this thing! didn't expect this to reach almost 8k words lmao. anywayz, likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated! <3

🏷 : @browneyedgirl22 @mcdepressed290

[calebsmoocher]

SCRUMPTIOUS I LOVE THIS

bouncing on it while he yaps about airplanes

caleb’s a fucking mess under you, sprawled on his creaking bed, your slick pussy swallowing his cock as you bounce hard, each slam making his eyes roll back. he’s trying to talk about airplanes, clinging to some shred of control, but his moans and filthy thoughts keep spilling out, his hands groping every inch of your body like a desperate perv.

“the 747’s—fuck, so fucking tight—got a, ngh, thrust-to-weight ratio—” he chokes, a guttural moan cutting him off as you grind down, your wet cunt clenching his throbbing cock. his eyes are wild, darting from your bouncing tits to your sweat-slicked thighs, drinking in how your body jiggles, pussy lips stretched around him. his hands are everywhere—one gripping your hip, fingers sinking in the soft skin, the other squeezing your ass cheek so hard it’ll bruise, pulling you down to take his cock deeper. “shit, you’re milking me,” he groans, voice raw.

he tries again, panting. “wingspan’s like—oh god, fuck—200 feet or—” another moan rips through, his hips jerking up, cock slamming into you, hitting so deep you gasp. he’s staring at your dripping pussy, the way it sucks him in, slick coating his base, and he’s losing it. “wanna fill you up so bad,” he blurts, not even thinking, his hand sliding to your lower stomach, pressing where he can feel his cock bulge. “fuck, look at you, taking it like a champ.”

his words are sloppy, half airplane facts, half depravity. “jet engines—shit, so wet—push 60,000 pounds, but your pussy’s—” he cuts off, whining as you roll your hips, grinding your clit against him, making his cock twitch. his other hand roams, grabbing your thigh, then your waist, fingers brushing the slick mess where you’re joined. “gonna cum so hard in you,” he mumbles, eyes locked on your bouncing form, obsessed with how your ass slaps his thighs, how your pussy drips down his balls.

“don’t even know—fuck, fuck—cruising altitude’s nothing compared to—” he’s babbling, moaning louder, thrusting up sloppily to meet your bounces. his hands grip harder, one sliding to spread your ass, staring at your tight hole in the opposite mirror as he imagines fucking it next. “you feel so good!” he rasps, voice breaking, too gone to care how pathetic he sounds. he’s humping up, cock pulsing, hands groping frantically, lost in your body and his own filthy, incoherent thoughts.

a/n: you can tell I had to do research for this one☝🏼🤓

[calebsmoocher]

Frustrated you rummage through your drawer. You have been looking for your favourite pair of panties everywhere. The laundry basket, the washing machine, the dryer...

This was the fourth pair of panties you had lost over the past two weeks. You started questioning your sanity after the last pair vanished because you definitely remembered throwing it in the laundry with the rest of your clothes.

You sit back, huffing in annoyance. How is this even possible? The other pieces of clothing you wore that day came out perfectly fine. You didn't pack much for this trip to Skyhaven so you'd soon run out of panties if they kept disappearing like this.

For a moment you debate if it could've ended up with Caleb's clean laundry, but the two of you didn't exactly wear the same type of undergarments. He would've noticed and returned them by now, right?

You mentally scold yourself as you slip into his room. You felt stupid for even trying but you were at your wits ends. So when you open his drawer and don't see your panties anywhere, you let out a dry laugh.

"I'm so stupid..." you whisper to yourself as you let yourself fall onto his bed. Your fingers trail over the fabric of his bedding. It still smells like him. He's away a lot these days, saying the fleet is busy.

You close your eyes and pull his pillow to your chest, wanting to feel and hold a semblance of him. The second you open your eyes they fall onto a familiar pattern.

"what the hell...."

Caleb returns home when it's almost midnight. The lights in his apartment are all turned off, so he assumes you went to bed early today. Panic sets off the second he peaks into your room and notices your empty bed.

He frantically calls out your name as he searches high and low, not stopping until he finds you sitting on his bed with dimmed lights and your limbs crossed.

"..you scared me pipsqueak," he says as his breathing regulates "what are you doing in here?"

"can't I be here?" you ask, voice sickingly sweet.

"ofcourse you can, you're always welcome in my room..."

"so, you're not hiding anything or something?"

"no...?" he says in a questioning tone "I usually keep classified documents in my office."

"Then what is this?" you say oh so innocently as you dangle your missing panties on your finger.

shit.

He instantly drops to your feet, still in his fleet uniform, his eyes look almost pleading as he looks up at you.

"I'm sorry, please... I don't know what came over me... I just- I thought I'd keep them for when you leave.. and I'll miss you... but they smelled so nice and like you-"

To be honest, apart from the fact that you were running out of underwear, you didn't really mind. If anything you thought it was kind of adorable in a sick and perverted way. But the way he looks at you, begging for forgiveness for giving into his perverted needs, it does something to you.

What was supposed to be some playful teasing suddenly intertwines with the need to almost punish him, keep him on his knees and make him beg for more.

"never knew you were such a disgusting pervert..." the words sound foreign when they leave your lips and if he was any closer, your speeding heartbeat would betray you.

His eyes grow wide for a moment before he stammers; "I am... I am a disgusting pervert.. you- you should punish me..."

Your heart is pounding harder by the second. You let out a shaky breath as you try to compose yourself.

"put your hands behind your back." you command and he oblidges.

Your foot finds its way to his shoulder and you notice the way his eyes flick to the edge of your skirt. You lean back and allow your foot to drag down his chest slowly, observing the way his breath hitches as you go lower.

"A highly respected colonel turning out to be a sick and deprived puppy for me..."

He nods feverishly.

"I'm your puppy, I'm your puppy.. I'll do whatever you want me to do- please-"

Your foot reaches the bottom of his abdomen and you gently apply pressure to his hard cock. He let's out a strangled groan.

"what did you do with them?"

"w-what?"

"with my panties... what did you do with them?" you apply some more pressure.

"I- I'd smell them... jerk off with them... imagine it was you.... 'cus- 'cus I'm your dirty puppy..."

"... take off my panties."

His dick twitches in his pants and you don't have to tell him twice. His hands eagerly lift your skirt and slip the lace white panties down your legs. His hands tremble as he notices how soaked they are.

"Can I eat you out? Please? please I'll be so good... please?" he begs you, puppy dog eyes almost burning into your soul. How could you ever deny him when he looks at you like that?

You nod, giving him the green light. You are instantly tackled as he grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed like an eager puppy. His mouth immediately flies to you clit, sucking and licking it like a starved man.

Your hands fly to his hair, tugging it as you let out a surprised yelp. He hungrily laps your pussy, taking anything you're willing to give him.

"you taste so good..." he says, voiced muffled. He sounds like a drunk man, completely intoxicated by your juices. You can almost hear the way his eyes roll back in his head.

He puts his tongue flat against you, licking stripes from your opening to you clit, sucking the bundle of nervers when he comes near it. Your ankles lock behind his head as you desperately try to pull him impossibly closer.

You don't think you've ever came this hard before. The blissful release so strong that it leaves your whole world spinning as you arch your back of the bed and gasp for air. When you regain some strength, you look down, meeting his eyes that look oh so drunk on you, eyes hazy but still focused on you.

Shakily you sit up on the edge of the bed, forcing him to detach himself from your core. His lips are glossy with your juices as he looks up at you.

"did I do well?"

"yeah... so well..." you say, still breathless. "my good puppy..."

His eyes sparkle at your words of affirmation. He lunges towards you, kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He starts to unbutton his uniform while the your lips are still connected.

"what are you doing?" you ask bewildered when you break away from him.

"you won't leave your puppy like this, right?" he says referring to the massive tent in his uniform pants. Before you can answer, your back is pushed against the bed and he's hovering over you, dog tags brushing over your collar bones.

"and we'll get you more underwear tomorrow, I promise..."

(( thank you @mcdepressed290 for the prompt! it's not very good but I actually really enjoyed writing a more subby caleb! my degradation skills definitely need some work though...))

[calebsmoocher]

oh my goodness we are eating so well tonite

CalebMC cucking Gideon🍎🍊🍍

A/N: yes I'm also in LADS hell💕

cw: cucking, p in v sex, male masturbation

~♡~

Gideon thought he was doing pretty well for himself, bur recently something had been bothering him. He ate well, exercised, and had a career path all planed out with the DAA. He knew he was good enough looking that he never had trouble finding a partner to blow off some steam. So, what was Gideon's problem? Well, that all started with his best friend three years ago.

Upon entering the DAA's program, all wide eyed and bushy tailed, Gideon was quick to make friends and find his place among the other recruits. One of the young men he ended up becoming buddies with was a tall brunette named Caleb.

Caleb was one of those charismatic guys that could make anyone love him. Gideon remembers how Caleb was able to approach the loners and tough guys alike and walk away with a new connection. Wanting to become friends with him, Gideon approached Caleb, and the rest was history. Along with a few others, they formed a group -- and luckily enough -- they were all in the same unit too, taking the majority of their classes together.

Over three years of communal living with the guys, Gideon learned a lot about Caleb. He learned that the latter snored, but not in an annoying way, he was unfairly smart (having a knack for almost anything), and that he was obsessed with a certain girl named MC.

Obsessed may sound a bit mean, but Gideon really didn't know how else to describe it. Now, MC was someone who he had never met, and only saw in photos that Caleb was quick to hide away. He remembered asking the taller boy who she was, and was taken aback at the dopey smile that spread across Caleb's face. The answer of "my best friend" wasn't convincing.

This also tied to the drama surrounding the DAAs "golden boy", and how despite topping the classes and being annoying good looking, he refused any advances from men and women alike. By their fourth year, you were hard pressed to find anyone who didn't know who Caleb was. Which all leads us back to his original problem. Caleb.

Upon starting their last year and being of higher rank, select fourth years were able to break off from communal living and share a dorm room with one other. Having qualified, Gideon and Caleb decided share.

Gideon wasn't blind. He knew Caleb was hot. He's known since meeting him three years ago. What didn't help, was seeing this man put on more and more muscle each year while living in such close proximity.

And yes.

They had seen each other naked. (Oh the joys of having dozens of men showering withing 30 minutes.)

And had he jerked it to his roommate?

Also yes.

But that's all to say Gideon didn't know how he felt about his roommate anymore. He knew he found Caleb attractive and liked to hang out with him, but he's also been in love before and it didn't feel like this. When he entertained the curious thought of sex with his roommate, he could never figure out the logistics of it all. He couldn't imagine himself receiving, but also could imagine Caleb doing the same. Resulting in a standstill. He ended up landing on that he'd never initiate anything, but he also wouldn't say no should it arise.

But, Caleb was desperately in love with MC. Not that Gideon had any issue with that, he's seen her phots and she was also very pretty, his type too. From what he remembers. So, in realizing that there was nothing he could really do about the situation, he decided to forget about it.

And that worked for approximately three days.

Until Caleb announced that MC would be visiting for the weekend. Fuck.

For the next week, Gideon stressed all the way till Caleb was off to pick her up from the train station. A few minutes before Caleb leaves, he grabs his sweater off his chair and tugs it on while looking deep in thought.

"Gideon?"

"Yeah? What's up?" Gideon answers, swiveling around in his desk chair.

Caleb looks uncharacteristically serious, wearing an expression that Gideon's only seen a few times.

"So MC will be over soon...and you know I trust you, but I don't want you to get too close to her."

To an outsider this would seem crazy and possessive as hell. But for Gideon, it was normal to hear when MC was brought up. He already got the more in-depth touch-her-and-die version a few days ago, so this was tame in comparison. Giving an easy smile, he answered;

"No problem, bud" Caleb studied his face carefully for a few seconds before nodding, his usual smile returning.

"Perfect, I'll be back in a bit with her," before checking his watch and leaving.

Gideon leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Fuck, this was gonna be a long 3 days.

~*~

The DAA allowed visitors during the day. And Caleb kept to that rule for the first two. But on the third and final day, something unplanned happened. Namely MC fell asleep while the three watched a movie, and Caleb refused to wake her. Curfew came and went, and MC lay tucked into Caleb's side, softly snoring away.

Gideon watched from his bed as his roommate watched the sleeping girl. The credits had rolled and the tv had been turned off. Long fingers gently and repeatedly pet her hair. A soft smile curved his lips as his eyes twinkled fondly in the lamp light. Anyone could see how much Caleb adored and loved the girl.

Gideon, feeling a touch out of place, decided to turn in, leaving the two in their own moment. Closing his eyes he quickly knocked out.

~*~

"Nghhhh~"

"Quiet, Pip-squeak"

"But-ahhh, but Caleb~"

Gideon furrowed his brow as he was pulled from his sleep. Laying on his side, he cracked an eye open and squinted in the dark room. The small dorm was illuminated by the warm glow of his lamp. As his eyes focused on the slight before him, he suddenly felt very awake.

On the bed across from him, lay Caleb and MC, on top of the covers, half naked. The two were facing him, with Caleb behind her squirming body. Her shirt and bra were pushed up over her head, covering her face and exposing her stuttering chest to the warm air. Her arms, struck in the shirts armholes, were pinned above her head. One of Caleb's thick forearms wrapped around her ribcage, large hand palming her naked breast. Long fingers pinched at her hard nipple, drawing muffled moans from the girl. His other arm lay on her hip, pinning her bottom half to his as he ground against her ass. Her tiny lounge shorts were pushed up, covering no more than a pair of panties would. His other hand dissapeard under the waistband of said shorts. Even in the dim room, Gideon could make out the rhythmic motions of Caleb's hand. Barely restrained gasps fell from her lips as Caleb grunted into her neck, occasionally whispering filthy words in her ear.

Before he could really contemplate the ethics of it, Gideon's hand slowly reaches down under the covers. Going straight for his uncomfortably hard length, he palms it through the fabric. Biting his cheek he stifled a sigh. His half lidded eyes focused on the way his roommate's hand moved under her shorts and how their hips rocked as Caleb's ground into hers.

Moving his hand from squeezing at his length, Gideon began to stroke himself over his boxers. Biting his lip harder, he nearly whines as he focuses his attention on his tip, rolling the head in his palm. His eyelashes flutter as he breathes deeply, getting lost in the pleasure.

"Fuck~" a feminine while peirces the room. Her breathing getting louder and quicker.

"Shhhh" Caleb soothes, pressing loud kisses to her neck.

"Wait-I'm, fuck imma cum soon," she gasps, breathless. Caleb chuckles and his deep voice rumbles,

"What happened to -hah- being nervous?" He teased. MC whimperd before crying out in complaint as Caleb suddenly pulls his hand away.

Gideon watched as the other man brought his glistening finger to his mouth, long tongue licking up her cum. Caleb groaned as he sucked on his fingers. Gideon was hypnotized, staring at the way Caleb's mouth worked around his fingers. Glancing up, he froze, feeling like ice water had been dumped on him.

Bright purple eyes glinted in the light, staring right through his soul. The two men simply stared at one another for a long pause before MC whined and pushed her ass back into Caleb impatiently, not having seen the interaction. While maintaining eye contact with Gideon, Caleb ducked his head and spoke into her tshirt covered ear,

"Hold you horses there pip-squeak, you do want me to take your pants off, riiiight?

MCs head nodded quickly from under the fabric. Caleb finally broke eye contact with Gideon to focus on peeling off the soaked layers of clothing. Gideon's eyes greedily took in every inch of skin that was revealed. From across the room he could see the way her drenched pussy glistening in the light. 

Quickly shuffling back, Caleb tugged down the waistband of his sleep shorts and boxers. With a wet slap, that Gideon definitely heard, his hard length slapped his lower abs. Taking it in his hand, Caleb gave it a squick stroke to release some of the pressure. His large hand lifted MCs cheek, giving him a glorious view of her wet pussy, all for him. He groaned as he lined himself up, head running up and down her slit before finally catching and sinking the tip in her warmth.

Mc let out a whimper as she felt him slip in, the thick crown already stretching her deliciously. Another whimper fell from her lips as she pushed her hips back, starting to sink down on him. Between his laboured breats, Caleb spoke teasingly

"Remember to stay quiet Pip, don't want Gideon to hear~fuck!" Caleb suddenly swore, burying his head in MCs neck again.

At the mention of his name, his head snapped up and his eyes tried to focus. Gideon couldn't help the shiver that passed through his body and the way his still very hard dick twitched. He was quick to focus on the next words Caleb had to say,

"Shit I can't belive you got tighter when I mentioned him. Fuck Pip-squeak, you're-hah-getting off on this aren't you?"

MC seemed to shake her head under her shirt.

"N-no, I'm hahh~, I'm not," Caleb chuckled in her hear while he continued to push inch after heavy inch into her dripping cunt. Upon bottoming out, he looked up across the room, finding Gideon's eyes,

A pause.

"Gideon," Caleb said

A pathetic mewl came from under the shirt as Caleb groaned again,

"Fuck, your pussy can't lie Pip, squeezing me so tight"

Gideon bit back another whimper as his name fell from Caleb's lips. The thought of his roommate saying his name while having sex, on top of the fact a very pretty girl was getting off with said roommate to the thought of being watched? By him? Before he could think about what he was doing, his hips bucked up and into his tight fist. The quick movement immediately drew Caleb's attention, gaze falling to the obvious tent and hand under the covers. Finding Gideon's face again, Caleb couldn't help but smirk.

Fuck Gideon, never thought you'd be into this,

With the other man's attention on him, Caleb's hips began to slowly roll, dragging his cock out of her hot heat, before feeding it back into her. With each thrust his veiny length stretched her walls and his weeping tip kissed her cervix, making a home for itself. And with every pass his plush head brushed along MC's g spot, making the girl see stars behind her eyes. Though the only thing she did see through her t-shirt was the warm glow of the room and a dark blurry mass that was the bed infront of them. Gideon's bed. The thought made her throb, feeling herself getting wetter at the thought. Caleb set a steady pace while his free hand crept down her abdomen, right above her short bush, and pushed down meanly.

Her loud moan peirced through the room. Gideon, having resumed stroking his painfully hard cock moaned at her sound. Luckily for him, Caleb also groaned lowly, as he felt himself through her stomach. Pressing down on the bulge, he felt himself loose it a little as MC clamped down harder, walls twitching in anticipation for more.

As if he knew telepathically, Caleb's hand moved further down to her hard clit. His fingers reached to where their bodies met and gathered their juices on his fingers to use as lube. Bringing them up to her clit once again, his index and middle begin drawing slow circles as his hips continue to fuck into hers.

Gideon devoured the sight before him. Licking his lips, his fist jerked faster along his length. With every upwards stroke more and more drops of pre were pushed from his reddening slit. As his arm moved, his blanket also began moving, slowly falling off, pooling infront of him. Not that he noticed or cared. A red hot fire spread through his veins as he watched his roommates long fingers glistening in the faint lamp light. Soft moans and grunts were muffled through her shirt as he watched MC drown in pleasure.

Caleb continued to pet her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Close, fuck Caleb, I'm gonna cum" she warned, voice climbing with each syllable.

"That's it, I got you" Claeb reassured, keeping up the same pace.

Focusing on how good it all felt, the way his cock stretched her, brushing against all the right places, how his tip reached so deep, how his deft fingers worked her clit, MC felt her orgasm wash over her in waves.

As she came on his length his fingers didn't let up. Instead they kept circling her clit throwing her straight into overstimulation. Her body thrashed and seized from the pleasure in Caleb's arms. Her screams falling freely from her mouth, in between pants to catch her breath.

"-such a good girl" "doing so well for me-fuck"

Caleb moaned openly as her cunt pulsed and squeezed his cock rhythmically, threatening to send him over the edge too.

Gideon panted as he got closer too. He knew he was gonna cum soon, having just watched her cum so beautifully. Honestly he was surprised he lasted this long. Rolling onto his back, head still turned to watch his roommate and MC, he moved his other hand to touch himself. Bringing it to his mouth first, he licked a wet strip up to his fingers, sucking on them for a moment before reaching down to fondle his balls. His gasp faded into a whine as his thumb swiped over his sensitive tip. Letting go of his balls, he fists the base while his other hand focused on jerking his tip. Occasionally he'd stop to rub meanly against his frenulum, squeezing his eyes shut at the overwhelming heat that pooled in his gut.

Tears clung to MC's lashes and escaped her eyes as the pain mixed with pleasure. The thin white t-shirt covering her head did a great job at soaking it up. The only issue was that white fabric when wet turns see-through.

MC panted into her shirt, blurry eyes struggled to focus on the shapes she was seeing. She could now make out a figure on the bed infront of her. As she forced herself to focus, she realised two things with her mushy brain.

1. Gideon was very much awake.

2. He was masturbating while watching them.

She could faintly make out his face, which was turned to them, and the furious jerking of his hand over his impressive length. She had honestly wondered if she was hearing things in the throes of pleasure, having picked up moans that didn't seem to belong to Caleb. The reality of the situation came crashing down and what surprised her even more was that she liked it.

Thinking you're being watched and actually being watched were two very different things. Turns out she liked both.

With this new knowledge she felt herself approaching her second orgasm at an alarming rate. No longer feeling the need to be quiet, she freely expressed her pleasure, moaning and whining with each thrust.

Caleb, who no longer cared to quiet her, began thrusting into her in ernest, feeling his own high nearing. In one swift motion, aided by how wet her sex was, he ground his palm into her clit. The action was angled just right to push back her clitoral hood, providing direct stimulation to her most sensitive area.

Though MC desperately wanted to watch Gideon fuck himself, the new angle of Caleb's hand had her eyes rolling back into her skull as her lips parted in a silent scream. She was sent head first into her second orgasm, electricity coursing through every nerve in her body. 

Feeling her walls clamp down on him tighter than before, Caleb groaned lowly, his eyebrows furrowed, hips drilling into her to prolong her pleasure. Finally Caleb relented and removed his hand when she stopped trembling. Moving his hand to her hip, he forced more of his weight on her, rolling their lower halves flat against the mattress. His hips dug into her ass with each powerful thrust as he chased his high.

Gideon watched as Caleb put his entire body behind each thrust, thick thighs bulging with each move. His ass flexing as he buried himself into MC's snug heat. Gideon's eyes flickered up to her chest, watching the fat jiggle with each movement. His pace increased, using both hands to form a long, tight channel. Twisting his wrist on the downstroke, he felt himself teetering on the edge. His abs clenched, and his moans grew airier, a tell tale sign that he was about to cum. Taking in the sight of his roommate absolutely destroying his girl on the bed one last time, with another stroke and a half, Gideon fell over the edge. His eyes screwed shut in bliss. Thick ropes of pearly white cum spurted from his tip splattering over his abs and chest. With each now gentle stroke, he milked himself and moaned at how good it felt. Eventually coming down he opened his eyes just in time to see a beautiful sight.

Caleb's large body was curled over MC's. His pace was faltering and jerky. Sweat beaded down his bare back and he felt his muscles everywhere tightening. Every single thought right now was tied to his dick and the woman he was inside. With another thrust his balls drew up closer to his body, ready to give her everything he had. Through gritted teeth he managed to get out,

"Gonna cum, Pip"

A wanton moan was his only response.

"Fuck, where do you want it?"

MC mewled and pushed her hips back into him, clenching her core invitingly,

"Wan' inside, cum in me,"

Caleb moaned loudly, with one final jerk he buried himself to the hilt and let go. Throwing his head back, rope after rope of sticky cum shot into her womb. MC moaned happily as she felt his length twitch and kick with each spurt. And it just kept coming. Caleb ground himself into her ass, eyes half lidded in pleasure, as he finished cuming. Dispite his need to plug her full, he could feel his cum escaping back out. There was just so much of it. Feeling weak he collapsed on top of MC, careful not to crush her too much. With tired arms he helped pull her shirt off her head and arms, giving her shoulders a gently massage to help the ache. He pressed a kiss to her cheek as she giggled sleepily. Grabbing and extra throw, he tugged it over them.

Gideon watched the loving exchange before realizing that violet eyes were now looking into his. He watched as Claeb whispered something in MC's ear. After she gave a slight nod, she eyes also landed on his own. Looking back and forth between the two, Gideon didn't know what to do.

Caleb opened his mouth, addressing Gideon directly,

"Wanna join next time?"

Yep, Gideon was fucked, but atleast he was happy to be fucked.

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