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OH I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

chapter three | the chariot

caleb x fem!reader

“No,” he interrupts, shaking his head. “You’re not leaving.” Caleb stalks towards you, his fingers sliding under your chin, tilting your head up. “You’re not leaving until you’re fucked full of my cum.” He dips his head, the tip of his nose grazing yours. “Understand, sweetheart?”

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, modern au, smut, fluff, kissing, oral sex, p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, biting, bondage, vaginal fingering, handjob, dog tags, inappropriate photos, confessions

wc: 6.9k

a/n: this turned out to have a little more romance than i was expecting to write but i hope you enjoy! caleb is just soooo 🫦

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“Why are you wearing a scarf?”

You clear your throat, fingers tapping against the side of your glass of juice agitatedly.

“It’s quite cold, isn’t it?” you supply lamely, fingers itching to reach up and tug the scarf tighter around your neck, desperately hoping that Caleb hadn’t taken notice of the marks that were now in full bloom.

“Cold?” he echoes, raising his brows. “We’re in the middle of spring. Are you feeling sick?”

You hardly hear his question because you’re too busy trying to tilt your head in a way that doesn’t look too suspicious. The stupid fabric was beginning to itch, and it was driving you crazy.

Xavier had offered to help when he’d found you in his kitchen in the morning, desperately twirling a whisk against your neck. It had hardly helped. You would’ve opted for a turtleneck, but there was a certain lack of them in your closet. Instead, you’d rummaged around, managing to fish out an oddly-patterned scarf from the depths.

“C’mon, are you sick?” Caleb prods, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, the couch dipping under both your weights as you shift.

“No,” you mumble, silently wishing that this wasn’t happening right now. All you can manage is a pitiful excuse. “I just happen to really like scarves, Caleb.”

“Well, it looks ridiculous,” he says drily, nuzzling into your cheek. “You gonna take it off anytime soon?”

“It’s chic,” you correct, trying to squirm away from him. “And no, I’m still cold.”

Caleb huffs out a laugh, his lips pressing against your cheek fondly. You bite your lip when he picks you up, situating you on his lap, his chest warm against your back. Normally, it’d feel nice if you weren’t currently overheating and overwhelmed.

You stiffen when Caleb rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you closer. His lips drag across your jaw in a fleeting kiss and you can feel your eyes sliding shut, lulled into a state of comfort by his thumbs gently rubbing circles into your stomach through your dress.

Out of everyone, Caleb was the one you’d known the longest. You’d grown up together, until he’d moved away for a couple of years before coming back, his demeanor a little more intense than you’d remembered. You still weren’t sure of the reason, but Caleb had gotten sterner over the years, less willing to let you go.

He’d been your first kiss back then, your lips clumsy and inexperienced when he’d kissed you and shy, fleeting glances exchanged between you when he’d walked you home, his hand grasping yours firmly.

You’d never quite gotten the chance to explore the possibility of something more… serious with him, not when Caleb was joining the military soon after. You’d hardly even seen him around until the past few months, his schedule freeing up while he awaited deployment.

“I missed you,” Caleb murmurs, his nose nudging against the side of your head.

“I missed you too,” you mumble, playing with his fingers, your palm pressing against his a few moments later, hands locking together.

He smiles, and you hum when he squeezes your hand, wiggling on his lap happily. Caleb lets out a low noise, one his hands curling over your hip to stop you.

“Don’t do that,” he whispers, his eyes fluttering shut.

“You’re no fun.”

Caleb huffs out a breath, his face pressing into your neck with the intention of mouthing across your skin. He lets out an irritated noise when he’s met with a faceful of your woolly scarf, letting out an exasperated breath.

“Please take the damn thing off.”

“Can’t,” you reply, feigning innocence, “it’s too cold.”

Caleb narrows his eyes. “I can warm you up.”

You shake your head, jerking out of his grasp when he tries to tug your scarf free from around your neck. You’re at your wits end, squeaking when Caleb tries to lunge for you again.

“I want to have sex with the scarf on, Caleb!”

“Is that a new kink?” he laughs, his eyes lighting up, “c’mon baby, you gotta take it off.”

You squeal when he manages to catch you, your little dance around his coffee table coming to an end when he pulls you into his chest, his arms firm and unrelenting, preventing your escape.

“S- stop!” you yelp, trying to squirm out of his arms, shrieking when he hooks his fingers into the gap between your scarf and neck, pulling it free. “Caleb!”

Caleb catches your hand when you try to cover up your neck, his expression dropping when he sees the extent of damage Xavier had laid to your skin. You stare up at him, swallowing nervously, fingers itching at your side, desperately wanting to snatch the scarf back from him.

“What,” he sucks in a shaky breath, “what the fuck is that?”

“N- nothing!” you protest, trying to turn your back to him. “It’s- it’s probably just an allergic reaction to my scarf!” You manage to twist yourself, hand shooting out to grab your scarf, pretending to give the little tag a once-over. “Mhm, yep, definitely an allergic reaction. I- I am, in fact, allergic to wool.”

“Don’t bullshit me,” Caleb scoffs, “I know you aren’t allergic to anything.”

“It happens with age,” you lie through your teeth, “ever heard of dermatitis?”

Caleb stares at you blankly, shaking his head incredulously after a moment. “You’ve been spending too much time with Zayne,” he mutters. You watch uneasily as he balls his hands up into fists before he unclenches them, his fingers spreading out in a strained gesture. “Who did it?”

“Xavier,” you mumble, playing with your fingers.

“I’m going to missile strike his apartment.”

You’d laugh if you weren’t so on edge. “You can’t do that,” you reply exasperatedly, “I live in the same apartment complex, remember? Besides, wouldn’t that be like a crime?”

“That is a crime,” Caleb snaps, pointing at your neck accusingly, “I mean what the fuck did you do with him? He’s practically tried to devour you whole.”

You flush when you remember what you had done with Xavier. The teasing, the feeling of his mouth on your tits, you’d enjoyed it.

Caleb glares at you when he sees the faraway look in your eyes, his arms crossing over his chest. “You don’t have to look so satisfied.”

“Well, he did satisfy me,” you mutter under your breath, shifting on your feet awkwardly.

Caleb scrubs a hand over his face before running his fingers through his hair. His jaw clenches as he stares down at you, gaze fixated on the discolored splotches that cover your neck. There’s an uncomfortable tension in the air and you wring your hands together, averting your gaze from his.

“I can leave,” you offer quietly, “if that’s what you w-”

“What?” you ask breathlessly, somehow pinned in place by his darkened gaze and stern expression, holding none of the playful humor that you were accustomed to.

“You’re not leaving my apartment until I fuck you full of my cum,” Caleb repeats, tightening his grip on you. “Do you understand?”

“Well, I-” you sputter, cheeks hot, struggling to comprehend his words.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance, spinning you around, his palm warm against your stomach. You bite back a whimper when he caresses your stomach, his hand pressing down firmly when you turn your head, eyes fluttering shut.

Caleb keeps his hand there, fingers splaying out, trying to encompass every inch of you that he can. His nose nudges against the side of your head, his breath hot against your skin. “Cat got your tongue, hm? You can go and sleep with those two pieces of shit but you can’t answer a simple question, huh?”

“Xavier’s not a piece of shit,” you shoot back agitatedly, eyes opening to send him an irritated look. “And neither is Rafayel. Grow up, Caleb.”

“I was right here,” he hisses, glaring down at you. “I was right fucking here and you decided you wanted to fuck four other men to have a fucking baby.”

“Yes, I did,” you retort sharply, turning in his arms, your finger pressing into his chest harshly. “If you can’t handle that, then maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to this.”

Caleb’s eyes flash with anger, his grip on you loosening when you take a step back, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I agreed first,” he snaps, “or did you forget about that little detail?”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” you say exasperatedly, throwing your arms up. “I’m here, in your fucking apartment, Caleb! And yes,” you snap harshly, blinded by your irritation, not quite paying attention to the words slipping out of your mouth, “I want to be fucked full of your cum!”

Caleb’s expression falters when he hears the latter part of your outburst, his eyes widening. Your chest heaves, a frustrated sound leaving you when you realize what you’ve said. You may as well have grabbed a shovel and started looking for a plot of land to bury yourself in.

Instead, you send him a glare that you hope is venomous enough, shoving past him to save face, storming into his bedroom.

“Hey, what are you-” Caleb begins, trailing after you awkwardly, his movements unsure.

Still fuming, you unzip your dress, flinging the fabric at his stupidly handsome face, irritated by his bewildered expression. Caleb’s face disappears for a moment while he sputters, managing to ball your dress up before you throw your bra and panties in his face too. His cheeks flush at the sight of your panties, his fingers clenching around the lace.

“I’m ready,” you announce, well aware of the marks Xavier had left on your breasts and a few more that were hidden between your thighs. You gesture towards yourself. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Fuck me.”

“Uh-” Caleb clears his throat, taken aback by your sudden burst of determination, “maybe you should… calm down first?”

“You think I should calm down?” you retort sharply, “you’re the one that was throwing a temper tantrum!”

“For good reason!” he protests, setting your clothes down on top of his dresser before stepping towards you. “All someone needs to do is take one look at your neck and they’d understand where I’m coming from.”

“You started it with Xavier,” you hiss, finger prodding into his chest once again, “if you hadn’t riled him up, then maybe he wouldn’t have done this.” You gesture towards your neck agitatedly.

“Clearly it’s not just your neck, is it?” Caleb murmurs, his hand sliding up over your waist, his warm, calloused hand cupping your breast, squeezing gently. “All over your tits too.” He frowns at the sight, leaning back to watch your nipples harden at his ministrations, his eyes narrowing when he sees the splotchy marks left by Xavier. “You call that fair, sweetheart?”

All you can manage is a stubborn pout, averting your gaze. He sighs, and you shuffle forward, pressing your face into his chest. “He apologized,” you say, remembering the way Xavier had been on his knees. You let out a heavy breath. “Turns out he’s really good at apologizing.”

“I bet he is,” Caleb grumbles bitterly, his fingers pinching at your nipple absentmindedly.

You whimper, silently cursing yourself for being so weak. Caleb’s other hand comes up to cup your other breast, weighing it in his hand. The breath he lets out sounds a little too strained to be considered normal, your head tilting upwards to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” he says finally, his thumbs stroking over your nipples, his expression turning slightly serious.

Caleb lowers his head, his nose brushing against yours. He doesn’t go any further, simply staring into your eyes. It’s a little unnerving until you realize what he wants from you. Fingers curling into his shirt, you bring him a little closer to you, eyes slipping shut as your lips meet his in a chaste kiss.

“I’m sorry too,” you whisper against his lips, “for not being understanding of your um-” you pause, trying to think of the right word, “preferences?”

He hums, his hand sliding up over the side of your neck to cup your cheek. “Yeah,” Caleb murmurs, “I still don’t think you understand what you mean to me.”

You blink up at him, brows furrowing in confusion. Caleb’s eyes bore down into yours, his expression conflicted. You stare into his eyes searchingly when you think you spot a hint of wistfulness breaking through. “Caleb?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he whispers, both of his hands cupping your cheeks now. “I like you, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” you say, the tension bleeding out from you. “I like you too, Caleb,” you chirp, a smile on your face, “you didn’t have to scare me like that.”

“What?”

“What?” you parrot back, confusion marring your expression yet again.

“No,” Caleb huffs out an irritated breath, “no, I like you.”

You give him a blank look. “...I know. You just said that.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters under his breath, “I like you as in romantically. As in I’ve spent the last fifteen years of my fucking life pining after you.”

What? Your mouth opens before you close it, stunned into silence. You always knew Caleb had a little thing for you, but fifteen years?

“And you didn’t say anything earlier?” you manage out, “and you chose to confess now?” You gesture towards your bare body, cheeks flushing.

“The timing was never right,” he replies stubbornly, his eyes narrowing, “and yes.”

“I don’t think the timing is right now!” you protest, shaking your head.

“You don’t feel the same way.”

You shoot him an indignant look. “I didn’t say that, Caleb. It’s just… it’s complicated. You know it is.”

“Always is with you, isn’t it?” he murmurs, his jaw clenching.

“Are you serious?” you begin, feeling cornered, “if you had just said some-”

You’re cut off when Caleb dips his head, pressing a bruising kiss against your lips, one that steals the air from your lungs, leaving your vision blurry when he pulls back.

“It’s okay,” Caleb says, his arms sliding under your thighs to pick you up before he dumps you on his bed unceremoniously. “The baby’s going to be mine, and when it is, I’m going to put a pretty fucking ring on this finger.”

“Marriage?” you squeak out, your complaints muffled by his mouth when he crawls over you, his mouth working against yours hungrily.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, pecking your lips gentler this time, “‘m gonna marry you, sweetheart.”

You were fairly certain the constant high altitudes he was flying at had gotten to his brain. Zayne could help, you think belatedly, until that thought is brushed away when he kisses your cheek, his lips returning to yours soon after, his tongue licking into your mouth,

“What if the baby’s not yours?” you ask him breathlessly, thighs spreading wider when he settles his hips between them.

Caleb frowns at you, his grip adjusting on your hip. “It’ll be mine,” he says self-assuredly, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“You can’t be sure-”

“I’ll cum twice,” Caleb retorts.

“That’s- that’s against the rules!” you try to protest, a needy sigh slipping out of you when he mouths at your neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin as though trying to erase the marks laid there. “You- you all agreed to cum once ah- to- to make it fair!”

“Nothing fair about this whole thing, honey.”

Your toes curl when he calls you honey, an unbidden giggle slipping out of you. Caleb leans back to stare at your expression, a smile pulling at his lips when he sees you trying to hide away in the pillows, his nose nuzzling into your cheek, pressing soft kisses all over.

“You like that,” he laughs, his hand finding its way between your thighs.

“So- so what?” you ask breathlessly, moaning against his mouth when he slides his fingers between your puffy folds, your lips meeting his for a brief kiss, hips bucking when Caleb rubs your clit.

“So stop pretending like you don’t.”

You paw at his broad shoulders, fingers latching onto his biceps greedily. Caleb groans softly at your groping, his eyes going half-lidded, a pretty pink tinging his cheeks when you run your hands over his chest, squeezing his firm pecs.

“Take your shirt off,” you whisper, hands sliding under the hem of his shirt to feel his bare skin.

Caleb complies, sitting back on his knees. You watch as he pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, the silver chain around his neck grabbing your attention, the metal of his dog tags clinking together.

“You still wear these?” you muse as you sit up, your fingers coming up to fiddle with his dog tags, flipping one of them over to read his name stamped into the metal. “Even when you’re not deployed?”

“All the time,” he murmurs, his fingers encircling your wrist, lips brushing over your knuckles.

You shiver at the fleeting kiss, leaning forward, your hands pushing at his chest to get him to lie down. Swinging a leg over his hip, you settle down on his lap, watching the way his dog tags settle between his pecs.

“I suppose you are a big shot, Caleb,” you sigh, biting your lip, fingers skimming down his chest teasingly.

“Colonel,” he corrects, watching hazily as you squirm down to settle on his thighs, fingers hooking into the waistband of his sweats and boxers to pull them down.

Caleb’s cock slaps against his abdomen, hard and thick and somewhat imposing. You stare down at his arousal, cheeks flushing at the sight, watching as his cock twitches, pre-cum smearing across his skin.

“‘s nice,” you offer, hand wrapping around his cock, cunt throbbing when you feel the weight of him in your hand. “And- and big.”

“Bigger than theirs?” he asks, raising his brows, watching you closely as you begin to stroke his cock lazily.

Sylus’ was comparable, but you decide against telling him that, lest he throw another fit. Instead you nod, fighting the urge to roll your eyes when Caleb’s chest puffs out, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

His hand slides between your thighs and you shift, settling on top of it, grinding your hips across his calloused palm, wetness coating his skin. Caleb lets out a heavy breath and you whine, mouth opening and tongue lolling out to let spit drip from your mouth onto his cock.

“Fuck,” he rasps, throwing an arm over his face to hide his flushed expression, “baby, you’re fucking insane.”

“You wanted to missile strike another man’s apartment,” you shoot back, trying to pry his arm away from his face, eager to see his expressions. “Wanna see, Caleb.”

“I never said the idea was off the table,” he grouses, tilting his head to the side to let you mouth at his neck, his hips bucking up into your touch, trying to fuck his cock into the confines of your hand. “He could be a security threat,” Caleb mutters, his hands groping at your ass, squeezing and kneading. “Remind me to do a background check.”

“You’re such a baby,” you sigh, peering down to watch his cock move through your hand, tightening your grip.

A glob of pre-cum pools from the tip of his cock and you squirm, trying and failing to shuffle down and take his cock into your mouth, glaring at him when he keeps you anchored against him, on his lap.

“Always hungry for cock, hm?” Caleb coos, drawing out a loud moan from you when he curls his fingers, sinking them into your clenching pussy. “My cock-hungry little slut.”

You stifle a whimper, hips rising and falling as you fuck yourself on his fingers. His cock throbs in your hand and you squeeze, watching as more globs of thick pre-cum bead at the tip, smearing across when you spit down on his cock again, your lustful gaze meeting his.

“What?” you mumble, pecking his lips gently, eyes fluttering shut.

“Nothing,” he breathes out against your lips, his fingers crooking further, your head tipping back when his fingers hit the sensitive spot inside of you, the feeling enough to have you crying out. “You’re just… pretty.”

You blink up at him, lower lip jutting out in a pout, heart lurching uncomfortably in your chest. You press your face into the crook of his neck, your wrist twisting at a faster pace, jerking him off more desperately.

“Ah-” Caleb moans, his hand on your hip tightening when you rock your hips faster, his eyes squeezing shut when he feels the clench of your pussy around his fingers. “Slow down, honey.”

“I wanna watch you cum,” you say, teeth scraping along his shoulder, thumb brushing over the head of his cock, smiling when you feel Caleb jolt and grunt.

“No-” he shakes his head, “no, shit- I can’t cum now, baby.”

You ignore him, hand stroking faster, your other hand drifting to cup his balls, massaging them gently. Caleb curses and you squeal when he slaps your ass, the view of his room changing suddenly when he grabs you by your hips and pins you down into the bed.

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him that you weren’t done stroking his cock, but you’re only met with the creak of Caleb’s bed as he gets off of it, disappearing through the door. Your brows furrow, the bed dipping as you crawl to the edge of the bed. “Caleb?” you call out, “are- are you coming back?”

Your confusion only grows when he returns with your scarf in hand. “I- I wasn’t serious,” you begin, feeling disoriented when he moves towards you, “I don’t actually want to have sex with the scarf on.”

Caleb smiles, his eyes glittering with mirth. “I thought it might help you keep your hands to yourself,” he murmurs, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, making your face scrunch up.

You stare up at him, head tilting in question. Caleb huffs out a laugh at your expression, nose nudging against yours to land a kiss to your lips this time. His hands slide under you, picking you up before placing you closer to the headboard of his bed. You squirm under him, watching as he straddles you.

While he’s too busy pinning your wrists together, you lean forward, mouth enveloping his cock. Caleb jerks at the sudden sensation, cursing loudly, his body hunching over as you lap at the head of the cock.

“Can you listen for once?” he asks exasperatedly, his eyes narrowing down to look at you as you try to crane your neck forward, trying to take him deeper into your mouth.

Caleb rolls his eyes when you don’t listen, his fingers sliding over your wrists, winding your woolly scarf around and around, effectively binding them together. You whine when his cock slips out of your mouth with a soft pop, trying to sit up only to find your movement restricted. Your head tilts back, a huff of air leaving you when you realize he’s tied your wrists to the railing of the headboard of his bed.

“I didn’t know you were into bondage, Caleb.”

“It’s not-” Caleb sputters for a moment, before he stares at you suspiciously, “how do you know what bondage is?”

You smile up at him sweetly. “I like to read.”

He decides against chastising you, instead making a mental note to pry into whatever it was that you were reading. Your eyes flutter shut when he strokes his hand over your hair, his lips slotting over yours. “Is this okay?” he asks, fingers trailing down your sides to grip your hips, “being tied up?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, pecking his lips gently, “it’s okay.”

You bite your lip as you watch him slink down your body, his lips leaving kisses as he moves. A soft sigh escapes you when he swirls his tongue around your nipple, his teeth biting down gently before he kisses your nipple, smiling against your skin when you twitch.

Caleb’s fingers slide over your stomach, his teeth scraping across your skin. You whimper when he settles between your thighs finally, trying to reach down to run your fingers through your hair only to be reminded of the fact that you’ve been tied up.

“Hands to yourself, honey,” he reminds you, his eyes twinkling with amusement when you pout.

“Jerk,” you murmur, head tipping back when his breath ghosts over your puffy folds, his fingers spreading you open.

“Think you like that about me,” Caleb mumbles, swallowing at the sight of your wet pussy, letting out a strained breath, “‘s pretty, baby. Really fucking pretty.”

You flush, pussy clenching when he licks over your clit, thighs twitching. Caleb’s fingers wrap around your thighs, placing them over his broad shoulders, his mouth opening wider. Tongue sliding through your folds, he laps at your cunt obscenely, your eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

He thinks he could die a happy man when you squeeze your thighs around his head, his mouth wrapping around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against the swollen bud.

Caleb’s name spills out of your mouth repeatedly in a pleading chant, tears pricking at your eyes when he digs his fingers into your thighs roughly. It all feels so good, his mouth on you, the tight grip he has on as though you might just disappear out from under you if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.

You blink down at him when Caleb pulls away to lick his lips, his mouth and chin glistening with your slick and his spit, his gaze heady. A whimper leaves you when he bites your inner thigh, over the marks Xavier left, his teeth imprinted into your skin as you surrender yourself to him.

Caleb decides it’s not enough, pressing a kiss to your clit before he’s moving you to flip onto your back, your scarf twisting with you.

“Get on your knees, baby,” he rasps, tapping your hips.

You do your best, face shoved into the pillows as you squirm up onto your knees, feeling slightly mortified when Caleb spreads you apart, his hands kneading at your asscheeks.

“Don’t- don’t do that,” you whine, body jerking forward when Caleb runs his tongue through your folds unexpectedly.

“You’re shy now?” he laughs softly, biting into the fat of your ass playfully.

You ignore him, too busy moaning into the pillows when Caleb rubs your clit, his face pressing between your thighs, nose pressing up against your pussy. A sharp gasp leaves you, hips rocking back, trying to grind against the bridge of his nose while his tongue joins his fingers, lapping over your swollen clit.

“Caleb,” you mewl, hands gripping onto the railing of his headboard, the wool of your scarf rubbing against your wrists, “nghhh- ah- you’re so-”

“Charming?” he offers.

You let out a strangled laugh, squeaking when his hand comes down on your ass. He spanks you again, and you make a noise in protest, trying to crawl away, except you have nowhere to go, the scarf fastened enough to prevent you. It’s all too much when his tongue presses into your aching cunt, a cry escaping you as Caleb fucks his tongue in and out of you.

He squeezes your thigh harshly and your movements grow more desperate, trying to sway your hips back when his mouth latches onto you clit again, the press of his nose too much to handle.

“Gonna cum?” Caleb asks, his voice a low growl, “huh, baby? Gonna cum on my fucking tongue?”

“Y- yes!” you squeal, your knees giving out under you when he shoves his tongue back into your cunt, fucking it in and out of you. “Oh fuck, Caleb- oh fuck!”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he growls, his fingers rubbing at your clit fast and with just enough pressure that you give a trembling cry of his name, slumping down against the sheets as your thighs twitch uncontrollably, panting raggedly to try and catch your breath, toes curling in delirium.

Caleb loosens the scarf binding your wrists when he sees you struggling to move, his cock smearing pre-cum across your thighs and stomach as he turns you over, lips slotting over yours in a desperate kiss.

He’s picking you up soon after, chasing after your lips when you pull away to catch your breath, capturing them again, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Caleb’s kisses are messy, spit leaking out from the sides of your mouth as he settles you onto his lap, his hands running up and down your sides soothingly.

“Can’t- can’t breathe,” you complain, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Caleb grumbles his displeasure under his breath before his eyes catch sight of your reddened wrists. Letting out a sigh, he grabs one of them, fingers running over your wrist gently, lifting it up to his lips to press soft kisses.

“You okay?” he murmurs, reaching for your other wrist, repeating his ministrations. “Was it too much?”

“No,” you say quietly, kissing his jaw, “it was good. I- I um- enjoyed it.”

Caleb smiles when you meet his eyes, his lips pressing up against the pads of your fingers. You smile back, feeling a little shy despite everything. He tucks your messy hair behind your ear, his touch skimming down your throat fleetingly.

“I don’t want to let you go,” he confesses, letting out a heavy breath, his head tipping back to rest against the headboard.

“I’m here,” you whisper, feeling unsure about what else to say, your fingers playing with his dog tags, bringing them up towards you to kiss the small, metal plates.

Caleb’s expression softens as he watches you, his heart thudding in his chest.

“I’m yours, Caleb,” you continue, kissing him sweetly. “See?”

You reach out, fingers sliding under his silver chain to lift it up over his head before you place it around his neck. The metal chimes softly, his dog tags settling between your breasts.

Caleb nearly cums at the sight. You know exactly how to rile him up, know exactly what to do to make him feel like a lovesick fool. He stares down at you, his adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows, fingers flexing against your hips.

You look so sweet, so soft, perched atop his lap delicately. He doesn’t know what to say when you peer up at him, feeling short of breath when you lean forward to kiss his cheek gently. Caleb’s fingers reach out to graze his dog tags, the cool metal grounding him at least for a moment.

“I hate how you make me feel,” he murmurs finally, hands smoothing over your sides, dragging you closer, groaning softly when your breasts squish up against his chest.

“Sorry?” you offer meekly, biting your lip when he squeezes the fat of your ass.

“Don’t be,” Caleb sighs, his forehead pressing against yours.

He kisses you gently, lips smacking against yours in the quiet of his bedroom. You rock your hips, pussy sliding over the length of his cock. Caleb grunts into your mouth, lifting you up, his hands grasping you under your thighs while you mewl, hand grasping his cock to line him up against your entrance.

“Caleb,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut when he sinks you down slowly onto his cock, nails scratching his pecs at the feeling of him stretching you out, his cock thick enough to have you feeling like you’re being split open.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he whispers, “doing so good for me. Taking my cock so well, yeah?”

You nod, still scrabbling at his chest, whining when he sinks you down onto the entire length of his cock, your pussy trying to accommodate his size. Caleb smiles against your cheek, kneading at your hips, muttering soft words of encouragement.

Your eyes meet his, hands sliding over his shoulders to let your arms wrap around his neck. Caleb leans back, resting against the headboard as you shuffle on his lap to get more comfortable, beginning to roll your hips.

“Good girl,” Caleb says hoarsely, “just like that, baby. Take your time.”

Spreading your legs to set a wider base, you rise up before dropping your hips back down, making Caleb groan when he feels you beginning to bounce on his cock, his eyes fluttering shut. You bite your lip at the sight, arms tightening around his neck, fucking yourself on his cock, gasping when you feel his cock twitch.

You think you might feel him in your stomach, his cock so fat and thick that it has your cunt clenching in quick succession in an attempt to readjust with every rise and fall of your hips. Caleb’s dog tags jingle with every bounce of you on his lap, his head dropping forward to rest against your shoulder, his teeth scraping across your shoulder.

“Wanna feel you fuck me full,” you mumble, nuzzling against his jaw, “please?”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, “you wanna be bred, sweetheart? Wanna have my baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod eagerly, sending him a drunken smile when he stares down at you.

Caleb’s fingers hook into the chain around your neck, tugging you closer until you’re moaning against his mouth, his darkened eyes watch the bounce and sway of your tits as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Good fucking girl,” Caleb grunts, “ride my cock, sweetheart. Gonna fill you to the fucking brim.”

His words are obscene, his teeth biting at your lower lip, fingers pinching at your nipples until you’re writhing on his lap. You squeak when he wraps his hands around your waist, letting out a sharp gasp when he picks you up as though you weigh nothing and slams you down onto the length of his cock.

“C- Caleb! ‘s too much!” you wail, nails scratching down his back, unable to meet his eyes properly, not when he’s using you, taking you like you’re nothing but a ragdoll.

“No,” Caleb snaps, “it’s not too much; fucking take it.”

You squeal when he bites your breast, hands flailing for purchase, trying to grab out for something, anything, but it’s hard when he’s fucking you onto his cock like this, your hands landing on his shoulders briefly. The clank of his dog tags is drowned out by the sounds of his balls slapping against you, the lewd noises of his cock thrusting in and out of your clenching pussy.

“Do you like me?”

“Wh- what?” you manage out, lashes fluttering rapidly as you try to blink clearly.

“Do you like me?” Caleb asks, his voice hoarse and raspy, enough to have you clenching around his cock. He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. “Say yes,” he breathes out, pressing his chest more firmly against yours, as though trying to meld your bodies together.

You feel lightheaded and short of breath when his fingers shift, pressing into your lower stomach. His voice turns into something softer, something more pleading. “Say yes, sweetheart.”

“Y- yes,” you hiccup, heart fluttering in your chest, “I- I like you Caleb.”

“Again,” he demands, nose brushing against yours, his lips hovering above yours.

“I like you,” you say breathlessly, kissing his jaw, “like you so much, Caleb. Wanna be bred, please- please cum inside.” You don’t exactly why you utter the next words, but you figure Caleb ought to be into that sort of thing, the power trip it gives him when he’s clinging to control. “Please, Colonel?”

“Oh my- fuck!” Caleb swears sharply, and you can feel his hips jerk, his grip on you faltering when you call him by his title. “You little minx- fucking crazy, you know that?”

“Sorry,” you whine, smiling against his mouth, pawing at his thick pecs, tongue licking over his lips. “‘m sorry, Colonel. Just- just wanna have your baby.”

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” Caleb groans loudly, fingers dimpling the flesh of your hips, “‘m gonna fill this pretty pussy up, sweetheart.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, feeling beyond fucked out, your head a swirl of Caleb, and Caleb only, unable to register anything other than the feeling of his cock snug inside your cunt, the cool metal of his dog tags against your skin, his mouth on yours.

“Ah-” Caleb whines, high and broken, the sound enough to make your back arch, nails digging into his chest.

He manages to fuck you on his cock a few more times, his hands pushing at your hips until your pussy hugs the entirety of his cock, your ass snug against his balls. Caleb moans into your ear, panting and whining as he cums, his cock twitching inside of you as hot spurts of cum spill out, filling you up.

You twitch atop him, the walls of your cunt fluttering around him, eyes squeezing shut as you feel your own orgasm wash over you.

Caleb clicks his tongue when you try to squirm off of him, rubbing his hands over your thighs when you complain about the ache settling in your muscles.

“Stay,” he whispers, kissing your temple, “gotta make sure it takes.”

A few minutes later, you curl up into his side when he lays you down gently, his hand rubbing over your side soothingly. Only the sounds of your breathing fill his room, Caleb’s fingers stroking across you gently. Your lips meet his when he lowers his head, sighing when he squeezes your thighs, massaging them gently.

“We don’t have to do it twice,” he whispers, “I was just- it was the heat of the moment.”

You stare at him, taking in the softness in his eyes, your head tilting to nuzzle into his palm when he strokes his thumb across your cheek. It’s against the rules, you remind yourself, and yet fifteen years… the number is enough to make your stomach flip.

“Did you mean it?” you ask quietly, your fingers tracing across his chest, over the ridges and dips of his muscles.

Caleb lets out a low sigh, his eyes fluttering shut. “Every word, sweetheart.”

There’s a long stretch of silence and Caleb presses his nose into your hair, his eyes opening when he hears the clink of metal. You give him a shy smile, leg swinging over his hip as you straddle him.

The man under you groans softly when you roll your hips, his eyes raptly watching the gentle sway of his dog tags between your breasts. The soft, sweet sentence that you utter next has Caleb closing his eyes in a silent prayer. You truly were going to drive him to madness.

“Better make up for lost time, Colonel.”

Caleb has never seen you more disarmed than when you’re asleep.

He supposes it’s a bit creepy to stare at you while you’re sleeping, but he can’t help it, having been stirred awake by a cramp in his leg. His fingers ghost across the curve of your cheek, careful not to wake you, an uncomfortable ache piercing through his heart.

If only he could keep you here with him.

But Caleb knows how stubborn you are, and he knows the rules of this little scheme that he agreed to, even if they are stupid and he’s already broken one of them. He stiffens when you stir, a smile pulling at his lips when drool slips out the side of your mouth, your body squirming as you roll over onto your back.

When he catches a glimpse of your marked neck, his irritation flares again, lips thinning. Caleb supposes he is driven by jealousy, there’s no point in denying it, not when the ugly head of envy rears his head and he finds his vision tinted with a hue of green that makes it difficult to think clearly.

His fingers are curling over your thigh gently, prying your legs apart carefully, his breath catching in his throat when he sees his cum smeared between your thighs and all over your pussy. Messy, he thinks, lowering his head to kiss your hip affectionately.

The flash of his phone camera isn’t bright enough to wake you up. Caleb stifles a groan at the picture, trying to will away the throb in his cock, his gaze entranced by the image of your messy pussy, covered and filled up with two loads of his cum.

Just like how it should be, he thinks belatedly. Caleb would make it his lockscreen if it wasn’t so intimate.

His fingers tap across his screen, finding Xavier’s number. There’s no need for unnecessary texts. The image is sent, Caleb’s lips pulling up into a sneer at the thought of the silver-haired man.

Caleb tosses his phone onto his bedside table, wrapping his arms around, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead, humming softly as you curl up into his arms, snuggling closer as you seek out his warmth. The soft sounds of his clinking dog tags catch his attention.

Caleb decides he’ll need to get an extra one stamped.

One with your name.

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rain’s embrace | 18+

pairing: caleb x mc

synopsis: rain’s embrace memory but make it nsfw

word count: 5.2k

cw: afab/fem!reader (she/her), established relationship, mc has stretch marks, some body worship (mc is insecure), cunnilingus, masturbation, riding, dom/sub dynamics, dry humping, orgasm denial, edging, no protection, creampie, cum eating

author’s note: first time posting smut... kinda nervous...

you stood at the top of the step ladder in your grandma’s attic, searching for an old photo album from high school. caleb was in the attic with you, helping you look, and making sure you didn’t fall down from the step ladder.

“caleb, did you find it?” you asked him as you rummaged through a box that had some old scrapbooks and yearbooks in it.

“nope. are you sure you didn’t lose it when you moved into your dorm?” caleb asked as he walked next to you. “you climbed up pretty high. don’t stumble and fall,” he warned.

“i just tried a box, but i still haven’t found it,” you sighed softly. you were beginning to feel defeated after searching for this stupid photo album for hours.

“why do you need our old high school photo album anyway?” caleb asked curiously. he leaned up against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

“planning get-togethers is tough after graduation. so i want to make a commemorative album,” you explained while continuing to search the old box.

“keep looking, then. and while you do that, i’m gonna flip through this notebook,” he said, looking at a plainly colored, light pink, hardback notebook. “hold on,” he chuckled as he read the title on it. “account book? since when did you keep a budget as a kid?” he laughed softly.

oh, god. that wasn’t an account book. it was the diary you kept when you two were kids. you’d developed a crush on caleb in high school but of course instead of telling him, you wrote about your feelings in your diary that was disguised as an account book. it was no longer a secret how you felt about him, considering you two were dating, but it would still feel embarrassing if he read your old entries.

“where did you get that?! you better not read it. give it to me!” you begged, the panic evident in your voice.

“why not though?” caleb stepped away from you and held the book above his head so you couldn’t reach it. “caleb!” you groaned as you reached for the book.

he opened the book, much to your demise, and began reading an entry. “dear diary,” he started in a high pitched voice, mocking you. “today caleb and i went to the movies. we saw a horror movie even though i hate them, because i wanted an excuse to hold caleb’s hand. i’m glad that the movie theater was dark the whole time because-” he was cut off when you reached too far and fell off of the step ladder.

caleb caught you when you fell, his arms wrapped around your waist. “i told you you’d fall,” he scolded you lightly. “you’re mean,” you murmured with a small pout on your face.

thunder rumbled outside and the rain splattered loudly against the attic’s skylight, causing both of you to turn your heads. “i guess a storm’s brewing,” you sighed, not wanting to give up your search just yet. “yeah, we should head back downstairs,” caleb nodded. he walked towards the attic door and twisted the door handle, only to find that the door was locked. “damn it…” he mumbled under his breath. “gran really needs to replace this lock,” he sighed before walking back to you. “where’s your phone?” he asked.

“i left it downstairs,” you recalled as you plopped down on the old leather couch. caleb began searching the old boxes for something, but you couldn't quite tell what it was he was looking for. “this attic and i just don’t get along. i always end up stuck in this place,” you recalled the last time you got locked in the attic, but that time you were by yourself. you were young and incredibly scared until caleb came to your rescue.

caleb had a knowing look on his face, but didn’t say anything about it. you quickly noticed it but kept it to yourself. “i think i remember there being some old wrenches in here,” he changed the subject as he looked through the miscellaneous items in the dusty box.

“well, worst-case scenario, grandma comes back tomorrow to save us,” you tried remaining optimistic despite everything. “i can’t wait that long,” caleb admitted. you glanced over at him, a hint of confusion on your face. “why are you more anxious than me? are you scared of the dark or something?” you teased him with a small smile.

“no, i just… i don’t want the same thing to happen to you again,” he explained with a shrug. it was touching, really, how caleb always went out of his way to protect you. even though you insisted you didn’t need him to protect you all the time, he did it anyway. you loved and hated it at the same time. “actually, i remember everything. even how… frustrated you were as you curled up in the corner. tears streamed down your face,” he recalled aloud.

“you don’t need to remember all those details…” you mumbled, your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment. “how are you holding up?” you changed the subject to avoid further embarrassment. “you finally got a break only to end up locked in the attic with me,” you said it like it was a bad thing, but in caleb’s eyes it was better than anything else you two could’ve been doing in that moment. the two of you lived busy lives and hardly ever got to spend any time alone together. he saw this more as an opportunity to spend some quality alone time with you.

“i wouldn’t think of it that way,” caleb chuckled softly, still in search of those old wrenches. “maybe i dragged you into some trouble before.”

you froze for a moment, trying to process what he just said. what did he mean he “dragged you into some trouble before”? was he the reason you were locked in the attic the first time…?

“what?” you asked, kneeling down next to him. caleb looked surprised that you got down on the dusty old floor with him. “when? you look me in the eyes and tell me. right now,” you demanded. caleb couldn’t deny how arousing it was whenever you got bossy like this, but he wasn’t going to mention it for now. he chuckled and turned to face you. “why do i need to do that? you got something in your eye?” he asked jokingly, but you weren’t having it. you were quick to lunge at him and straddle his lap, pinning him back against the leather couch. your arm pinned him down by his chest and he was gently grabbing at you in defeat. “okay, okay,” he laughed at your assertiveness. “so, maybe i was the reason you got locked in the attic back then,” he confessed. “what? how?” you asked.

“when we had just moved here, the bullies and i didn’t really get along, and one day they showed up at our doorstep,” he sounded slightly irritated by the memory, but continued anyway. “i was afraid they would try to mess with you, so i made an excuse to send you to the attic. you’d be safe there at least, and not anywhere near them,” his tone was protective as he spoke. he’d always been this way towards you but you didn’t realize just how protective he really was, even when you were kids. it felt like you two always belonged to each other, always belonged together.

“you actually locked me in the attic on purpose?” you asked, your finger gently poking his cheek and making him laugh a little. “don’t get the wrong idea, pipsqueak. i planned to let you out after i dealt with those guys, but i got carried away. they insisted i become their leader. we were walking around together,” he recalled, his hands finding their way to your waist and squeezing you gently.

“so, you decided to play with your new friends while I was locked in the attic?” you asked with raised eyebrows. your arms wrapped around his neck and you absentmindedly played with his hair while he continued to tell his side of the story.

“well, we ran into a group of kids from across the street. they were looking for trouble, so i took care of them,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “in other words, you locked me in the attic and then went off into battle?” you scoffed. “you don’t have to put it like that… i- i mean…” caleb was clearly a little flustered which made you smile to yourself.

“i could’ve joined the fight too, you know. i always have your back,” you insisted. you leaned in closer and rested your forehead against his, your noses brushing against each other. “why are you always down for a fight? i don’t think everyone dreams of brawling with their friends everyday,” he said playfully, his voice just barely above a whisper.

“that doesn’t mean i’ll lose! besides, you never let me try,” there was a hint of a whine in your stubborn voice as you pulled back to look at him again. “you’ve always treated me like a kid, but i’m an adult now! i can even beat up some of the boys during training,” caleb’s gaze left yours as you spoke. his expression and tone became more serious as he rebutted, “no matter how old you are, i’ll always look out for you. what if you get bullied? or what if there’s an emergency?” his tone made it seem like his word was final, but you were just as stubborn as he was, if not more.

as sweet as it was to have caleb want to protect you, you wanted to prove that you could protect yourself. it made you feel weak when he constantly hovered over you like this. “you’re underestimating me again. i don’t need you to protect me all the time.”

caleb was taken aback by your bold words. what did you mean you didn't need him to protect you? that was his role, right? that was the only thing he felt truly good at, it was how he showed you his love. it broke his heart to hear you say you no longer needed him to protect you from the harsh realities of the world, to keep you safe from danger like he did when you were kids. he tried not to let it show that he was hurt, but his poker face wasn’t very good. his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

noticing the hurt in his eyes, your expression softened. “baby, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it like that…” you apologized as you cupped his face in your hands. he continued to avoid your gaze, a small frown on his face. “please look at me,” you whispered and gently tilted his head towards you. once he looked at you, you smiled softly, your fingers brushing the hair out of his face. “there’s my pretty boy,” you cooed. you admired his perfect features for a moment before leaning in and kissing him apologetically. you were soft in the way you kissed him, but caleb returned the kiss in a more possessive manner. his grip on your waist tightened and the kiss quickly became more intense. it was clear he wanted to do more than just kiss, but you remembered that neither of you knew when josephine would return.

“caleb-” you were cut off with a soft sigh when he started kissing and nipping at your neck. “caleb,” you repeated his name, your tone slightly firmer this time, to which he hummed against your skin in acknowledgment. “gran could be coming home tonight,” you reminded him. you gasped softly at the feeling of him sucking on your neck. it was clear from the way he gripped your waist that he wasn’t letting you off the hook so easily tonight.

“then you’d better hope she doesn’t come back anytime soon,” he mumbled against your neck. his hands found their way under your skirt and possessively gripped your ass. you grabbed his chin and pulled him back in for a heated kiss, making him moan unapologetically against your lips. it wasn’t hard for caleb to turn you on, so you knew you were probably already soaked just from some kisses. he’d definitely tease you for it later, but he really had no right to do so, considering the fact that you could feel his boner poking your thigh.

you fully sat down on caleb’s lap while kissing him sloppily and started slowly grinding your clothed pussy against his hardened cock. he pulled back from the kiss and groaned, his head leaning against the seat of the old leather couch and his face contorted with pleasure. “baby- fuck…” he cursed breathlessly. your knees were starting to hurt from being pressed against the wooden floor of the attic, but you were so immersed in caleb that you didn’t care about the pain. “yeah? does that feel good?” you cooed with a smile. you felt satisfied knowing that he was enjoying this as much as you were. “yeah…” he sighed with a nod, his chest rising and falling as you continued grinding against him. his hands helped guide your movements but ultimately you were the one in control at the moment.

your movements became slightly faster and caleb’s breath hitched in his throat. a pathetic mix of a moan and a whine escaped him. “baby-” he whimpered as he opened his eyes and lifted his head to look up at you. oh, he’s so beautiful like this, you thought. his cheeks flushed, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with pleasure, his jaw hanging open. you wanted to keep him like this forever.

“i don’t- fuck- wanna cum yet,” he admitted, his voice slightly strained. it had been a while since you two had seen each other, which meant it had also been a while since you’d had sex. it made sense that he was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, but you still teased him for it. “already? but i’ve hardly done anything, sweet boy,” you cooed with feigned innocence. he groaned in response and firmly grabbed your hips, forcing you to stop for now. “i need you to sit on my face,” he said breathlessly. of course he wanted you to sit on his face, he loved it whenever you sat on his face.

you didn’t hesitate to stand up and remove your skirt and panties. once the pesky articles of clothing were tossed aside, you pressed your knees against the couch cushions and hovered over caleb’s face. he leaned his head back to look at you and moaned at the sight of your glistening pussy. he thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on, in every single way possible. in his eyes, you were perfect from head to toe.

caleb’s hands wandered up your bare thighs and encouraged you to sit down. of course you obliged, but you didn’t sit down completely. you were just barely hovering over his face out of fear that you would suffocate him, and caleb was having none of that. he gripped your thighs and pulled you down onto his face, making you gasp softly with surprise. he flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe up your pussy, making both of you moan.

sometimes, you thought caleb ate you out for his own pleasure rather than yours. the way he’d lap at your juices and suck on your clit made you see stars, but you’d swear he was enjoying it more than you with the way he moaned and looked up at you with a lustful gaze.

your hands gripped the back of the couch for support and you felt breathless with how good caleb was making you feel. you looked down at him and saw he was looking up at you, his face flushed from the heat between your legs. “fuck, caleb…” you moaned, one of your hands running though his hair.

his tongue prodded at your entrance and his nose bumped against your clit, making your breath hitch in your throat. you couldn’t control how loud your moans were becoming, and you were relieved that you two were home alone. you watched as caleb’s eyes closed, clearly enjoying fucking you with his tongue. the way your walls clenched around his tongue made him go crazy. he wished he could feel you clenching around his cock like that, but he was content like this for now.

your moans became more and more frequent and high pitched, a telltale sign that you were about to cum. caleb opened his eyes to look up at you again and admired how perfect you looked like this. you felt the heat in your stomach growing by the second, and you were right on the edge when he suddenly lifted you off of his face and forced you to hover over him rather than sit down. confused and slightly irritated, you looked down at him for an explanation. “what the fuck?” you asked him impatiently.

“you said you don’t need me, right? go on, finish by yourself,” caleb challenged. you rolled your eyes at him. he was being ridiculous. “you can’t be serious,” you groaned. “oh, i’m very serious. i’m not going to be the one to make you cum. you said it yourself, you don’t need me,” he repeated. he was being petty at this point. he knew damn well you struggled to get off without his help, and that’s exactly why he was doing this. you tried to sit back down on his face but his grip on you was firm and he was quite strong. “i’m not going to tell you again,” he threatened.

you knew what he wanted. he wanted you to tell him you needed him, but you were stubborn and you weren’t going to give in quite so easily. there were occasions where you did make yourself cum without his help, but it was rare. you were stubborn enough to push your luck in that moment and prove to caleb that you didn’t need him to make you cum.

your dominant hand found its way between your legs and you gathered your wetness on your fingers. your movements were slow at first, the tips of your fingers circling around your clit, before you started stimulating yourself properly. you let out soft moans as you pleasured yourself with caleb watching from below.

after a few minutes, you started getting frustrated. you were right on the edge, you could feel it, but you knew you weren’t going to cum like this anytime soon. you looked down at caleb, who was looking back up at you with a smirk.

“seriously, this is stupid,” you whined. “i would love to help you, baby, but you told me you don’t need it…” he cooed innocently. you groaned as you continued trying several different ways to make yourself cum. you tried playing with your clit slowly, you tried speeding up, you even tried fingering yourself but to no avail.

caleb could see the frustration on your face, and he was beginning to feel triumphant, knowing you would give in before too long. “give up yet?” he asked with a small smirk.

“caleb, please, i’m sorry…” you apologized as you looked down at him. “you know that’s not what I want to hear,” he hummed, his eyebrows raised expectingly. you huffed, feeling defeated. “fine… i do need you, baby, i’m sorry… i do need you, please just help me cum,” you finally gave into him and gave him what he wanted. “that’s a good girl,” he hummed with a smile.

he pulled you back down on his face and got back to work, the feeling of his tongue and lips on your pussy making you shiver and moan loudly. his lips wrapped around your swollen clit and he started sucking gently, and you swore you felt the wind get knocked out of you. it didn't take much longer before you were cumming with a gasp followed by a series of loud moans. caleb couldn't help but moan with you as you came on his face, your cum dripping down his chin. he helped you ride out your high until your legs were shaking and you ran your fingers through his hair, silently asking him to stop. he licked your cum up from your pussy before letting you dismount his face.

“was that so hard?” he asked playfully as you sat down on the couch. “you’re the worst…” you mumbled, watching as he rose to his feet and joined you on the couch. he wiped your essence off of his lips and chin with the back of his hand before pulling you in and kissing you on the lips with a soft hum. he maneuvered you so that you were straddling his lap again as he continued kissing you.

your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands found their way to your waist. he gently pushed up your shirt, a silent request for you to take it off. you pulled back from the kiss only for a moment to discard your shirt and toss it on the attic floor. you leaned in to kiss him again but he stopped you and looked down at your almost-naked body. all that remained at this point was your bra. “let me look at you,” he mumbled as he ran his hands up your sides, causing you to shiver.

caleb’s hands wandered towards your back and went to the hook of your bra. with practiced ease, he unhooked it and tugged the straps off of your shoulders. you let the garment fall off of you and tossed it aside, watching caleb’s expression the whole time.

you couldn’t help but feel flustered at the way he stared at your naked body. it’s true he’d seen you naked more times than either of you could remember, but having him stare at you unabashedly like this always made you feel shy. his fingertips lightly traced over the stretch marks on your stomach and your breath hitched in your throat. “caleb…” you mumbled his name. he didn’t bother looking up at you when you said his name. he was too enamored with the perfectly sculpted body in his lap.

“you are perfect, baby. you know that?” caleb whispered softly. he didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was leaning in and kissing your chest. he was slow and deliberate with his kisses, wanting to be sure that you felt loved and appreciated. he left a few light hickeys along your chest, knowing that only the two of you would be able to see them. caleb was so hard at this point it was honestly painful, but he could wait a few more minutes if it meant making his favorite girl feel beautiful. he made sure to kiss every “flaw” you thought you had. they weren’t flaws to him, though. in his eyes, they added to your beauty, to your perfection.

caleb kissed along your breasts and captured your right nipple in his mouth. you gasped as he gently sucked on it and lightly pinched the other one with his free hand. you threaded your fingers through his hair and arched your back ever so slightly, making it easier for him to access your chest. he alternated between your nipples, making sure both of them received an equal amount of love and attention.

you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him inside of you. “i need to ride you. like, right now,” you said desperately with a groan. caleb couldn’t help but chuckle at your desperation, but who was he to refuse you when you looked so pretty on top of him like this? “alright, pretty girl,” he hummed, giving into your demand. he was quick to remove his shirt while you unbuttoned his pants and helped him strip. he tossed his shirt aside and lifted his hips, to which you pulled down his pants and his boxers.

once he was completely naked, you couldn’t help but stare at his cock. it was rock hard and so red you knew he must be in pain. feeling bad for him, you didn’t delay any longer. you gently grabbed his hard-on and aligned it with your entrance. the feeling of your wet folds against his tip made him groan and close his eyes for a moment. his hands rested on your waist as you slowly descended onto his length, and caleb swore he could cum right then and there.

you grunted softly as he bottomed out. it had been so long since you two had sex, and he was so big, you needed a second to adjust to his size. you looked down at him and admired the way he looked with his head thrown back on the couch, his cheeks a little pink, his mouth slightly agape. you leaned in and kissed his jawline, trailing down his neck and making him shiver.

once you adjusted to his size, you lifted your hips and slowly descended onto his cock again. caleb couldn’t help but let out a guttural groan, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. you gently grabbed his face with one hand and kissed him lovingly, moaning into his mouth whenever his cock rubbed up against your g-spot.

caleb felt like he was drunk off of the feeling of being inside of you again after so long. the way your walls clenched around him, sucking him back in over and over again, like you were made for him. he mentally vowed to never go this long without fucking you again.

you pulled back from the kiss and buried your face in his neck, moaning into his ear. as you gradually sped up your movements, caleb was beginning to whimper pathetically while babbling about how tight you were and how good you felt wrapped around his cock. “fuck- you feel so good, you’re so perfect, baby… i love you so much,” he whined softly. eventually, your movements got a little faster, and the sound of your skin slapping against his could be heard throughout the attic.

it didn’t take very long for caleb’s cock to twitch, signaling that he was going to cum. he was trying so hard to hold back because he wanted his consent to finish inside of you. “i’m- please, baby- can i-” he grunted, his voice slightly strained. you understood what he was asking for and nodded, giving him permission to cum inside of you. “go ahead, sweetheart,” you said after kissing below his ear.

only a few seconds passed before caleb was groaning loudly, his head thrown back in bliss on the back of the couch as hot ropes of cum coated your insides. you couldn’t help but moan into his neck at the feeling. you gradually slowed your movements to a halt, and heard him hiccup softly. is he… crying? you thought to yourself.

you lifted your head and saw tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, your expression softening at the sight. “what’s wrong, my love? are you okay?” you asked with concern as you wiped the tears from his face. he nodded, his eyes closed as he continued to cry a little. you gently cupped his cheeks and looked down at him as you spoke. “baby, talk to me,” you encouraged him.

caleb sniffled and opened his eyes before speaking up. “i’m okay… i just… i love you so much,” he whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. your heart swelled at his confession and you couldn’t help but coo at him. “my sweet boy…” you said softly with a smile. you leaned in and kissed him lovingly on the lips, and caleb returned the kiss with an equal amount of passion. “you’re just so full of love, huh?” you teased him with a smile after pulling back slightly. he nodded in response and sniffled before taking a deep breath.

“it’s been so long since i last saw you,” caleb mumbled an explanation. you thought he was so sweet like this, all emotional because he loves you so much. “i know,” you hummed softly, “but we’ll have all night tonight and all day tomorrow to be with each other.”

caleb nodded in response and sighed softly, his body relaxing beneath you. you slowly pulled him out of you, eliciting a soft grunt from both of you, and watched as your combined cum leaked out of you. “oh shit,” you mumbled while catching the fluids on your fingers.

you didn’t want to make a mess on your grandma’s couch, but you also didn’t have anything to wipe the cum off with. caleb took your fingers and put them in his mouth, gently sucking the cum off of them. he looked so pathetic, yet so pretty like this, with tear stains on his flushed cheeks and your fingers in his mouth.

once your fingers were clean, caleb pulled back, releasing them with a soft pop. you smiled down at him and leaned in to kiss him on the lips again. you couldn’t help but hum at the taste of your cum mixed with his on his lips. “i love you,” you mumbled against his lips. he smiled into the kisses and pulled you impossibly closer. “i love you more,” he said with a smile.

once you two were cleaned up and fully dressed again, you laid together on the couch. caleb was on his back holding you while you laid on top of him, your head tucked under his chin.

“hey, pipsqueak,” he spoke up after a few moments of silence. “hm?” you hummed in response, not bothering to lift your head to look at him. “did you really have a crush on me in high school?” he asked with a playful smile. your face heated up when you remembered he’d read one of your diary entries earlier. you lightly hit his chest, making him laugh. “it was a genuine question!” he said defensively.

“…so what if i did?” you asked in response. caleb couldn’t help but laugh at how shy you were acting. “oh, come on, don’t be like that. with the shit we just did, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about having a crush on me in high school,” he teased you. you hid your face in his chest in embarrassment. “shut up…” you mumbled.

he laughed at you again, thoroughly amused by your embarrassment. “if it makes you feel any better, i had a crush on you too,” he admitted.

you perked up and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “you did? …you’re not just saying that, right?” you asked suspiciously. “no, of course not. why would i lie to you?” he chuckled at your suspicion. “to make me feel better, i dunno,” you shrugged and laid your head on his chest again.

the two of you cuddled on the couch in a comfortable silence until you both drifted off to sleep. the sound of his heartbeat beneath you was a comforting reminder that he was here with you. caleb could sleep easily, too, knowing that you were right where you belonged; in his arms.

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