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One More?

Pairing: Caleb x Reader

Synopsis: Caleb can't stop, he's addicted to you

Cw: 18+ smut with no plot, Gender neautral reader (No pronouns used) Petnames (Pipsqueak, honey) Unprotected sex, penetration, over stimulation. 2nd person pov

wc: 510

Authors notes: This is my first time posting on here so sorry! First draft with minimal editing. I hope you enjoy!

Adult content!! Minors do not interact!!

Caleb let out a soft whimper as you rolled your hips down against him again. His brunette hair was tousled and stuck up oddly from a sweat and how you laced your fingers in his locks. His violet gaze glazed over with a mixture of lust and obsession and he didn't know where to focus. You face? The way your brows were drawn together in pleasure or between the two of you, where you lifted off of him ever so slightly just to skewer yourself on his aching length again. 

"Caleb." You pant out, his name a beautiful note in his newfound favorite melody. 

"Keep going pip, 'm s-so close." He pleads in response. 

A white ring covered his base from his previous release and his choked out moans begged for you to keep going. You weren't sure how many times he had came now, you weren't even sure how many times you had. What you were sure of was how desperately Caleb pleaded for you to keep going. How he pulled you back down when you started to shift off of his lap as he whispered 'Just one more time, honey.'  And how could you say no to that? It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

Your thighs burned from the strain, your hips ached but every time you bounced down on him you felt yourself craving the wave of pleasure that rolled up your spine again. Finally Caleb wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down on him as he ruts up to meet your hips. He sets a pace far faster than yours. Rougher. More desperate. Years of pent up desire seem to be laced in each thrust and he buries his face at the base of your neck as he moans and whimpers for you. You cry out his name, half crescent moons decorating his shoulder blades as his thrusts grow faster, sloppier. 

He flips you two over, your back damp with sweat meets the cool sheets of his mattress but you can't focus on the faint relief it brings. Your mind has melted into putty and your back arches to accommodate for his muscular arms that hold you in place as pounds into you like a man starved. 

"You're fucking heaven." He babbles against the column of your throat, "Can't get enough of you- enough of this.. You're... I'm..." 

His words trail off into a guttural growl, his features scrunched together as a new wave of heat rolls over his already flushed cheeks. His thrusts slow, turned from harsh pounding into a steady rocking as he unloads inside again. The room feels damp, humid from your panting moans mingling together. Your chest rises and falls quickly, stars blur the outskirts of your vision and you thoughtlessly sooth the messy strands at the back of his head. 

Caleb slowly raises his gaze to meet yours, pupils blown and face dusted with pink you've never noticed just how... beautiful he was. 

"One more?" Caleb whispers, his puffy lips curve upwards as he watches you process the request.