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honey crisps (chapter 5)

calebmc college au ! caleb is such a yearner ugghhh

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5...

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: college alternate universe, FLUFF, calebmc are both freshmen, AU where they both have parents lol..., childhood friends to lovers, fake dating/practice dating/practice kissing/practice more...?, smutty, caleb third person pov, caleb yearns as usual, they make out here!!!! jealous caleb !!!! no sex yet! just some good kissing and attempted masturbation, VAG FINGERING?????, booby touching hehe, eating out, booby kissing, caleb cums in his pants !!!!, blowjobs (or at least attempted...you'll see why)

word count: 2.6k

a/n: thanks for all the kind words on here and ao3, u guys are super cool ! i think there will be about two or three more chapters until we finish this one! happy birthday 707 btw hehe and party is sooooon

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chapter 5

After their class together, Caleb was disheartened to hear that her and Gideon had a class in the same building whilst his class was in the opposite direction. He watched them walk off together, his hand clenched around backpack strap. He noticed Gideon glanced back, awkwardly and he attempted to save face. 

Bummed, he headed to his own class. The rest of the day went by slowly for Caleb. Each class was mainly introductions and syllabus reads, and he had no time to really look around because his thoughts were still muddled with visions from the previous night. He tried not to because he couldn’t afford popping a boner in the middle of class where he knew a lot of people glanced at him. But he knew his ears were redder than honey crisp apples. 

She sent him small text updates throughout the day. Apparently she made a couple friends and even exchanged numbers. He smiled whenever her name popped up on the screen of his phone, an indication that she thought of him as the minutes ticked by. Caleb found himself staring out the window of his class, as the professor continued to go over the concepts they would cover. 

The window overlooked a grassy area of the university, littered with benches and trees that provided shade from the bright sun. It seemed to have been a popular area to hang out during gaps. There were a lot of couples, sitting beside each other, holding hands. Openly together and in love. There was no question as to if they were just friends or not, unlike her and him. 

And even Caleb wouldn’t be able to answer that anymore. Friends that practiced seeing each other in their rawest form? He didn’t know how much longer he could take, the more he dwelled on it. He wanted her and he wanted to be everything to her, not just practice. Yet he knows that once it comes down to it again, he wouldn’t be able to say no to her.

He’d rather suffer emotionally than make her feel uncomfortable. 

Caleb ran his fingers through his hair and let out a soft exasperated sigh, attempting to keep it muted to not attract attention near him. Thankfully the class ended and the hustle and bustle of people packing and walking out drowned out any sign of his stress. 

“Hey…” Someone had said behind him, tapping him twice on the shoulder. He turned around and was faced with one of his classmates, a girl. “Hi, I just wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to-” 

“Caleb!” He heard a familiar voice from the doorway of the class, interrupting the girl speaking to him. His head whipped toward it and saw her standing there, with a big smile on her face.

Excitement ran through Caleb, seeing her sooner than planned. They weren’t supposed to see each other until they got home, but there she was. He turned back towards the girl and said, “Sorry, I have to go. I’ll see you next class.” Dismissive yet friendly, he hoped at least. He got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walked towards her with a smile mirroring hers. “I thought I wouldn’t see you until later, what are you doing here?”

She glanced behind him, to where he was sitting. Her arm snaked around his, holding onto him before walking with him. “My class ended early since it was a brief introduction, and I thought I’d surprise you. Duuuhh.”

He looked down at her on his arm. “Since when do you cling onto me like this, pipsqueak?”

She instantly reached up with her free hand to cover his mouth, “Oh my god, I told you not to call me that here…” She said, flustered before dropping her hand. “And I always did this when we were kids. You don’t want me to?”

“What happened to wanting to date this year? What would all the guys think if they saw us like this?” Caleb asked playfully, ignoring his heart thumping loudly and his palms turning sweaty. She did this a lot when they were kids, constantly clung onto him. She grew out of it once they reached high school.

Her grip on him tightened, “And what happened to you focusing on your studies? I surprise you and you're flirting with the girl closest to you.” She huffed facing away from him.

His heart swelled from pride. Jealousy. “She was actually talking to me, pip. It hurts that you never trust me.” He clutched at his chest, feigning physical pain. “I can’t help that I’m so hot, even you checked me out this morning, don’t think I didn’t see.” He leaned down to her ear as they walked, softly speaking into it. He noticed the pink tinge peeking at the top of her ears as he finished talking.

She rolled her eyes and pushed him away with a finger on his forehead. “Whatever, walk me to my next class. I know you have a gap.” She stayed clinging onto him, even when they reached her building. “You’re flexing, stop it.”

Caleb didn’t even notice what he was doing. Instinctively flexing his arms and puffing out his chest as they walked into her department, walking by her possible classmates. “No, I’m not. I’m just big. Did you know my chest grew 0.613 centimeters since last week?” He said, matter o’ factly. 

“Whatever…this is me. Am I seeing you at home or do you want me to wait for you?” She asked, dropping his arm and facing him. 

He glanced into the doorway of her classroom. There were too many guys for his liking, and they were scattered throughout the whole classroom; she'd end up sitting next to at least one of them. “It’s up to you if you want to wait that long. Just text me what you decide so I don’t keep you waiting.” He nodded down at her. 

She waved at him and turned to walk into the classroom.

Caleb couldn’t help but grab her wrist, turning her back towards him. His body halfway into the classroom. He managed to play it off by pretending something was in her hair. “Uh, sorry. You have something…” He messed with her hair, blowing on it as if there was lint. Then he just looked at her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She turned red, her face embarrassed. “Th-thanks…” She pushed him away and ran to a random seat. 

When he noticed a lot of the people in the class were watching them, he smirked before walking out. 

–

She ended up going home once her classes were done. When he reached home, he found her sprawled out on the couch. The blanket was tossed on the floor, and pillows were strewn out around her instead of under her head. She was already in her home attire.

Caleb set his bag down on the floor beside the couch, walking softly and quietly so as to not wake her up. He picked up the discarded blanket, and dusted it off before laying it back on top of her. After a few seconds, she threw it off of her again. Afraid he woke her up, he stood still for a moment. When it was clear she was still in deep sleep, he chuckled. “You fight for the blanket when you sleep with someone, but you kick it off when you sleep by yourself…” He whispered into the air. 

He picked up the blanket again, folding it onto the arm of the couch. He wanted to admire her sleeping face for longer,  but he didn’t want to be caught staring, so he went into the kitchen instead. He was about to fix something up for dinner, but the open layout of their apartment would have made it impossible. Then he saw a slice of cake on the breakfast bar, the packaging read “Charlie’s,” the bakery they saw on the way to school. 

A small smile grew on his face when he saw the note beside it, “For Caleb.”

He ate it slowly, savoring the sweet treat gifted to him. When he finished, he opened the trash to toss it, to find multiple bakery containers. Caleb laughed to himself as he pieced together the scene. She ate too many sweets and passed out on the couch.

Suddenly, he yawned. The exhaustion from socializing and from being awake early caught up to him. He went into his room, changing out from his clothes into a pair of shorts. He took a shirt out of his dresser, but since napping normally made him sweat, he decided to take the nap shirtless. He avoided doing so since he shared a home with her now, but he was too warm and tired to worry. Caleb plopped himself onto his bed and fell asleep.

–

Caleb awoke to knocking on his door and he rolled out of bed, half-asleep. He opened up the door yawning, feeling an unfamiliar breeze on his chest. “Yeah?” He asked, squinting down at her. His voice was deeper than usual.

Her eyes weren’t looking at his eyes, instead they were wide and staring at his chest. A few moments passed by until he blinked himself fully awake. And then he realized what was happening. He looked down at himself and noticed his bare chest. And not only was his chest bare, but there was also a tent in his shorts. “Oh my god.” He panicked, attempting to close the door.

But her hand stopped it, “Wait…I can, um, help?” She looked at him, biting her lip. “I didn’t help you last night, right?”

He wondered if he was still dreaming, he felt like a pervert from how excited he was getting. His hold on the door tightened, he was worried it would break. Caleb wanted to grab her by the wrist and pull her into his arms onto the bed. But he didn’t have the heart to have her take care of him. It felt too selfish for him. 

Caleb looked away from her, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, an awkward habit for when he was nervous. “You don’t have to, pip…it’ll go away.” He inched behind the door to cover himself. “Did you, uh, need something?”

“You.” She said, taking a step towards him. “ I want to do this, Caleb.” Her eyes burned into him, filled with desire. 

He wanted to ask if this was just curiosity or practice again, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Instead he tried to think of other thoughts, to make it go down faster. “Pip, really…”

“Have you always looked this good, Caleb?” Her head tilted to the side, raking her eyes all over him. Her fingers reached out, grazing over his chest. Tracing each crease and crevice of his muscles. 

It made Caleb twitch and shiver under her touch, the wall of resolve he attempted to build up slowly crumbling. His breath hitched and he grabbed the hand that was touching him, “Is this a self control test?” He brought her fingers up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the tips, “Then do you want me to pass with flying colors…or fail miserably?”

She took control of her fingers again and used it to caress his face, her thumb being the one to graze his bottom lip this time. “If we both fail, it doesn’t really count, right?” She closed the distance between their bodies and tiptoed up to him, pressing her lips against his. Her other hand was roaming downwards, palming him through his shorts.

He gasped at her touch and she took her chance to take him fully, his eyes widened. He wondered if he should stop it, but everything already went out the window. If one day she’d choose someone else, he would have at least experienced this and lived this with her that day. He walked backwards until his legs hit his bed. His arms wrapped around her waist as he fell onto the bed, holding her steady on him.

She pulled away from his lips, straddling him. He could feel her grind herself onto his clothed cock, and it drove him crazy. “I can take care of you this time, right? Like you’ve always done for me?” She peppered kisses around his face, and Caleb couldn’t help but get butterflies. 

“If you’re going to do what I think you are, I promise you, I won’t last two seconds.” He admitted, his cheek burning.

She giggled against his neck, “Wouldn’t that be more of a compliment? And what if you’re wrong, I could be really bad at it…”

Caleb doubted it, and even if she was, he wouldn’t know either. And he would be too distracted that it was her. Anything she did to him would do it for him.

She trailed her kisses down his chest as she slowly slipped down from him, getting on her knees to the side of the bed. Her kisses halting at the waistband of his shorts. Caleb propped himself up to watch her. The moonlight and streetlights poured from the window to dimly light her face. He wanted to turn on the bedside light, but it would have been too exposing of the two of them. Even the light peeking from the living room through his door felt too much. 

He reached his hand out, brushing her down and admiring the way she looked with him wrapped around her finger. 

Her hands slightly shook as she teased her fingers under his shorts. He grabbed one of them and asked again, “Are you sure you want to do this…you really don’t have to.”

She looked up at him, desperation evident in her face as she nodded intently. Gulping she said, “A hundred percent…I’m just- I don’t wanna do a bad job. Don’t laugh at me.” And then she softly pulled his pants down along with his boxers. 

Caleb lifted his hips to help slip them off and once they pooled around his ankles, he realized how exposed he was. He could feel the rest of his body getting warmer, he was sure his chest and shoulders were pink. 

His cock stood up, twitching, the tip hitting near his belly button. Her eyes widened as she used both hands to hold him from the base. Caleb couldn’t help but jerk in her hands, letting out a soft whimper. 

“Y-you’re huge, Caleb.” She said in awe, her thumb caressing the underside of his dick. She studied it so intently, it was making him feel embarrassed. “How could I ever fit thi-” She began to say before cutting herself off, pressing her lips into a line.

Caleb wondered what she was thinking. Fitting him where? He wanted to dwell on it more, but then she stuck her tongue out. 

With one hand on his thigh and the other holding his cock. She licked him from the base to the tip, softly and slowly, all while maintaining full eye-contact with him. 

And that was all it took for Caleb, embarrassingly enough. He gripped her hand that was on his thigh, and he came with a grunt, breathing heavily. Ribbons landing on his abdomen, and as far as his chest. And one landed on her face, near her mouth. 

“Oh shit, ngh.” He sat up, trying to reach her to wipe it off, still twitching from his high. But before he could reach her, her tongue flicked out to clean it up herself. Breathing heavily, he looked at her surprised. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” And he reached over to her face, bringing her in for a hungry kiss. He could taste him in her, slightly, but he didn’t care. And when he pulled away, he just said, “Your turn.”

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you walk out on him

zayne x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ part one of my 500 follower special

summary: after months of neglect from your boyfriend, zayne, you walk out on him

contains: angst, hurt no comfort, swearing, 2.6k words

from this poll + pt.2

For the past month, you’ve barely seen Zayne. He’s been waking up at god awful hours and coming home late at night, only to sleep for a few and then do it again the next day. And let’s be real, you’re missing him. A lot.

His good morning kisses pressed against your forehead before the sun rises are not enough to sustain you anymore. Nor are the quick texts he sends you on his break or murmured apologies as he climbs into bed with you.

You can’t take it anymore.

Putting your day off to good use, you bake some muffins. Their yummy scent disperses throughout your apartment, making you sigh as you touch up your lip gloss. After dressing in your shortest mini skirt and fixing your hair, you place a few warm muffins in a container and head down to Akso Hospital.

Rapping on his office door, you hear a quiet “Come in” from the other side.

You push the door open, chirping, “Surprise!”

Zayne gazes up at you before returning his attention to his computer, mumbling, “Hey.” Your mood dampens as the door thunks closed, and you come over to him. Retrieving the muffins from your bag, you set them down on his cluttered desk.

“Look, I baked muffins for you,” you say sweetly. He looks at the muffins and gives you that micro smile.

“Thanks.” You pop the sides and take off the lid; the delicious scent of baked goods fills the air.

You grin, “Do you wanna try them?” You watch him click away on his mouse before typing with fervour.

He murmurs, “Maybe later.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod. Your shoulders slump as you snap the lid back on. He hasn’t invited you to sit down. You glance back and forth between the doctor and the empty chair across from him, mentally screaming at him to just notice your uneasiness.

He doesn’t.

The clacking of his keyboard permeates the silence. You’re waiting for him to ask you how your day has been or comment on how pretty you look. But he just keeps typing away, as if his girlfriend, positively radiant in the afternoon light streaming through the windows, isn’t standing there.

“So,” you start. “Busy day or?”

“Mhmm.” His mouse clicks before he returns to smashing the white keys on his keyboard. The sound it makes begins to get on your nerves. Crossing your arms beneath your chest, you slowly walk around to his side of the desk and lean against it.

Gazing down at him, you say, “Aren’t you going to ask how my day’s been?”

Zayne responds robotically, “How was your day, honey?”

Clack! Clack! Clack!

You’re about to throw his keyboard out the window in your fury.

You bite the insides of your cheeks, mouth twisting as you sigh, “Fine.”

“Good,” he replies, his hazel eyes never leaving his screen. You push off his desk, your heels clicking as you grab your handbag.

“I’ll see you at home, okay?” You huff. He curtly nods, not even glancing up as you walk toward the door and inevitably shut it behind you.

That night, you planned to confront him. But lo and behold, you didn’t see him for the next few days. And when you finally did, it was a quick peck on the cheek as he grabbed the lunch you made him last night out of the fridge and left for work.

What had been a month of barely seeing each other spiralled into months of barely any contact. A few texts here and there. “Sorry, I’m so busy. I’ll be home early so we can chat.” You go to bed at 1am after waiting up for him (he fell asleep on his desk).

You feel like you’re going insane, more angsty than the day before last, every day, as work and poor communication drive a wedge between you two. You miss talking with Zayne. You miss getting brunch together on your off days and cuddling on the couch. You miss the little snow creations he would give to you after you’ve had a hard day at work. And of course, you miss being intimate with him.

After another gruelling day at the Association, you come home to an empty apartment. As always. Frustrated, you hit send on your phone, texting your boyfriend about having a date night. Within minutes, he responds, eager to see you, too. Stripping off your uniform, you two work out the details of your date over text.

This Friday, 7pm, that nice restaurant you’ve been eyeing for a while.

That’s what you repeat to yourself as you take a soothing, hot shower. It’s like a prayer, a chant, a mantra you say to yourself daily in the lead up to your date. You let Jenna know you’re taking the day off in advance; that’s how excited you are.

And finally, it’s Friday!

To start the day off, you sleep in till 11am. You wanna be well-rested for your date, especially since you’re hoping that Zayne will keep you up all night. To pamper yourself, you cook your favourite breakfast and enjoy it while watching your comfort film. Afterwards, you paint your finger and toenails, blowing on the wet coat as Netflix auto-plays the next episode of your current show.

And then somehow, it’s already 5pm?! You have a quick snack before hopping in the shower, exfoliating and then shaving. Drying yourself off, you do your face and body care routines. Next, you get dressed and then apply your makeup, finishing off with your hair.

It’s 6:15pm and Zayne isn’t back yet. You send him a quick text, and your phone pings instantly, saying that he’ll meet you at the restaurant. After drenching yourself in jewellery, you giggle to yourself about whether he’ll still be in his doctor’s coat when you see him. With one last glance in the mirror, you snag your shoulder bag and book it to the door. You make sure to lock up and turn all the lights off before catching the elevator down to your car.

You sigh, relieved that you made it in time, as you catch your breath at the restaurant’s door. Giving the waiter your name, they inform you that you’re the first to arrive. It’s no big deal, really. You brush it off as you’re seated at a cosy little booth toward the back. Low lighting, comfy cushions, and warm jazz overhead. The waiter couldn’t have picked a better spot.

You pull out your phone. 7:05. Okay, no reason to stress.

7:10. Alright, maybe he got stuck in traffic.

7:20. Whoa, the streets must be backed up for miles. Or maybe he got held up at work. You send him a quick message, about to rest your cheek on your palm before you remember that you’re wearing makeup.

7:30. No reply. The waiter asks if you’d like to order. You haven’t even looked at the menu.

7:35. You decide on the scallions for an appetiser and request some table water. Still, nothing from Zayne.

“For fuck’s sake,” you mumble beneath your breath. You text him again. He’s not about to stand you up, is he?

You wait until 8pm, sadly munching on your scallions before ordering dessert. The waiter apologises like it’s their fault your fuck ass boyfriend didn’t show up. You thank them for their kindness.

8:30. You pay the bill (a whopping $84) and leave. Sending one last message to Zayne, you drive home, talking to yourself animatedly about what the fuck just happened and what you’re going to do about it.

Past midnight, you finally hear the jingling of Zayne’s keys as he unlocks the front door. You sit on the couch, your presence only illuminated by a nearby lamp. He pushes the door open; you don’t move. It thuds shut, and he switches on the overhead light.

Seeing the top of your head poking over the back of the couch, Zayne sighs, “There you are.” He comes over to you, setting his bag down on the edge of the couch before sitting down on the coffee table, right in front of you. He grabs your hands, but you shrug him off and avoid his tired gaze.

“Honey,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry about tonight.”

You huff, eyes glued to the philodendron in the corner, “It was supposed to be our first date in months, Zayne.”

Turning to face him, you say sternly, “Where were you?”

He replies in that clinical tone, “I had an emergency surgery.” You scoff, shaking your head and looking away. Any other day, you’d be cuddling him and congratulating him on saving another life, but not tonight.

“Of course you did,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Darling—”

“No, Zayne. I don’t wanna hear it.” You lean back, crossing your arms over your chest as you scrutinise him. Slightly dishevelled locks, like he’s been running his hands through his hair. Dark under eyes. He deserves it. Chapped lips. You hope his throat burns from dehydration.

“Four fucking months, Zayne. That’s how long it’s been since we’ve had a proper conversation. Four months?! Where have you been? “I had an emergency surgery” I don’t fucking care!” You spit out.

He pushes up his glasses, sighing, “Do we have to do this now, love?”

“Am I fuckin’ chore to you?! Is that what this is?!” You ramble. He places his cold hand on your knee, but you push it off.

“Don’t,” you say, seething with venom. You lick your lips, at a loss for words. So many things you’ve been meaning to say to him. So many times you’ve rehearsed this. But facing perfection, you forget. All of your witty comebacks and cutthroat lines dissolve into raw emotion. You can feel the tears clawing at your eyes, hounding to be released.

“Are you l-losing interest in me? Is that it?” You choke out, unable to look at him.

“No,” he remarks without hesitation. “No, I… I’ve been too ambitious, I’m afraid. And in doing so, I’ve neglected the most important person in my life.” The tears spill, streaming down your cheeks before you can stop them. Zayne’s fingers twitch, the urge to wipe your eyes and kiss your sorrows better, overpowering. But he disciplines himself.

“I-I don’t—I don’t wa-wanna do this anym-more, Zayne,” you sob, bringing your legs up to your chest and wrapping your arms around yourself. You lay your forehead against your knees, crying as the weight of these past few months crashes down on you.

“I know. And I’m sorry, darling. I should have realised how much I was hurting you much earlier. I wish you had told me sooner how you felt.” His words only make it worse.

“Told you?!” You cry out, lifting your head to gaze at him with glassy eyes.

“How-how c-could I have-have told you? Y-you didn’t ev-even look at me? In-in your office,” you explain through the shuddering sobs racking your chest. Zayne’s brow creases, unsure of what you’re referring to. You haven’t been in his office for months. Not since you dropped off those delicious muffins and—

Oh.

“How w-was I sup-supposed to t-talk to you?” You ask, trembling. Your lips curl as more tears spew from your eyes. Before he can see you crying all ugly, you dip your head back between your knees.

After a long pause, all he mutters is, “I see.” The sound of your sadness ripples throughout the quiet apartment. Once a home: wafting jasmine, gentle sunlight, and lazy mornings in bed on the weekend. Now, it’s like a cage, keeping you trapped in an unhappy relationship.

“I-I don’t wanna do-do this anymore,” you repeat.

He sighs, “I know. We’ll fix it, honey. I’ll fix this.” You shake your head, pulling back and meeting his mellow gaze once more.

“I-I wanna take a-a break,” you sniffle. His eyes widen, and his body goes rigid. Even you notice through your cloudy vision.

“A break?” He clarifies sternly. You nod, the emotions swelling in your throat becoming too much to bear.

Zayne’s pink tongue darts across his dry lips, wetting them as he sighs, “Look, I know that this has been quite hard for you—”

“For me?! Wh-what? This has-hasn’t been h-hard for you either?” You retort. His brow furrows as he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

“No. That’s not what I meant. This has been difficult for both of us. But, I don’t think taking a break will solve anything,” he explains. You shake your head as you sniffle. God, your nose is so fucking runny right now it’s embarrassing.

He goes on, “More space will not bring us closer, love.”

You choke out, “B-but I nee-need m-more space to c-come back t-t’you.”

After a moment, Zayne huffs, “Generally, partners take breaks to see other people or to compose themselves before ending the relationship. I know that I’ve hurt you, but I believe that we’re strong enough to move through this. Don’t you agree?” Your sobs intensify tenfold. You curl back into a ball, rocking gently as you grapple with his words.

Are you about to do this? Are you about to break up with your boyfriend? Akso’s most handsome, young, and successful cardiologist. The man you’ve been with for almost two years. The man you love so much it eats away at you when he’s not close.

I guess you are.

Rational thinking has gone out the window as you stand up. Wiping your snotty nose and puffy eyes on your sleeve, you grab the bag you spent the last two hours packing. The one Zayne didn’t even notice sitting close by on the couch.

You murmur, “’M going,” as you head for the door. Panicking, Zayne grabs your wrist. You whirl around, gazing up at him while traitorous tears run down your cheeks.

“Sleep on it. Please,” he mumbles. His thumb caresses your wrist, feeling your rapidly beating pulse. You shake your head and tug your wrist back, but he catches your forearm.

“I love you,” he blurts out. Little whines escape your lips as you stare at him. Oh, how soft his black locks look in the warm light. You want to reach out and mess them up even more, but you stop yourself before you even move.

Your lips tremble as you deliver the finishing blow: “It’s not enough.” Yanking your hand back, you turn around and open the front door. It slams shut behind you. And you don’t even look back until you’re in the elevator.

An empty hallway. The grey doors close.

As you cry in your car for the next half hour, quietening down to text Tara and then bursting back into tears waiting for her reply, Zayne stands there. Right where you left him. In the living room, gazing between the closed door and his hand, the hand that still feels your lingering warmth.

After getting the a-okay from Tara, you pat your eyes dry and breathe deeply before setting off for her place. When you arrive, she invites you in with a warm hug and pats your back knowingly. You two chat into the early hours of the morning, until you eventually clean up and head to bed. Exhausted, you doze off into a dreamless sleep.

Zayne, meanwhile, doesn’t sleep at all. Your words play on loop in his mind, repeating until it drives him up the wall. As he lies in his empty bed, your scent still soaking the sheets, he thinks of all the ways to mend your broken heart.

Because you didn’t officially break up with him, right? You’re just taking a break. Like you wanted to. Like he didn’t want to. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself as he cuddles your pillow.

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a/n: thank you so much for all of the love!! this fic is not exactly an original idea, but i wanted to have a crack at it. lmk if you'd like a part two.

here are a couple similar fics:

you try to break up with them (zayne/sylus) by @heartyluv you ask him for a divorce mid-argument by @kaiist

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Just a lil extra from the college au

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fun high school au life!!!🍎🐟⭐❄️

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Love Next Door: Caleb is...Hot?!

Pairing: Caleb x f!reader Tags: nsfw - suggestive and language, modern au, use of pipsqueak and princess, use of oppa, humor/slight crack, featuring mom's-best-friend's-son/next door neighbor Caleb Word Count: 1.9k The sight of Caleb working on his motorcycle is hot... So hot you need to go take a cold shower... or in which you have depraved thoughts of Caleb. A/N: Thinking about starting a modern au Caleb series featuring a collection of shorts snippets with a mom's-best-friend's-son Caleb and how he and the reader eventually get together. Let me know if that appeals to you!

The sight of Caleb working on his motorcycle is surprisingly hot.

Like, really fucking hot.

His toned arms are on full display in that muscle shirt you hate, and there’s something about the way his baggy jeans hang off his waist that invites intrusive thoughts of biting his peach-shaped, bubble-butt ass.

Has Caleb always been this… well, hot?

Back when the two of you were in high school – hell, even college, it seemed like everyday there was at least one person confessing their love to Caleb or asking him on a date. It got to the point that Caleb would beg you to act as his girlfriend to fend them off.

Like yes, he played basketball. And yes, he was insanely tall. And yes, he was a star pilot at the DAA. But you never really understood his appeal, or why girls would flock to him. Because he was just Caleb. Stupid, mom’s-best-friend’s-son Caleb.

But now…?

You bite your lip, entranced by the sight of Caleb’s triceps flexing as he screws something in place.

Now you’re admiring his ass while he’s bent over with a wrench in hand, a smudge of grease on his cheek, wondering what it’d be like to trail your fingers along his very, very chiseled arms.

Ugh, this is so messed up! This is Caleb, for God’s sake! You’ve known him your entire life, having grown up together. Hell, he’s pretty much family!

This is the same Caleb who used to smear dirt on your face and pull your hair on the playground. The same Caleb who called you Pipsqueak even though he knew you hated it – and it wasn’t exactly a secret you hated it. The same Caleb your mom used to compare you to when he brought home straight A’s on his report cards.

But… if you’re being fair, this is also the same Caleb who stayed up with you, patting your back as you cried on his shoulder because your boyfriend cheated. The same Caleb who gave you piggy-back rides when your legs were tired from walking. And the same Caleb who cooked your favorite meal and kept you company watching awful Hallmark movies when you were sick.

And now apparently, the same Caleb who you want to fuck.

Groaning, you close your eyes, shaking your head violently to clear the illicit images flooding your addled brain.

But… if you’re being honest, like really fucking honest, this isn’t the first time you’ve thought of Caleb as something more than just your oppa. Perhaps not to the point of wanting to fuck him, but as something more than just a childhood friend. 

You can’t recall when your feelings started to change. Was it when you were locked together in the attic back in college? Or was it during his graduation ceremony from the Aerospace Academy? Or… was it even before then?

Regardless, you can’t deny that he looks good in his current outfit. Good enough to eat. Good enough to wonder what his abs would taste like on your tongue…

Holy hell, you need to go take a cold shower or something because clearly the summer heat is getting to you… or something.

Releasing a slow, frustrated sigh, you open your eyes, more than ready for that cold shower… and maybe a little relieving solo session… only to startle when your eyes open to Caleb’s amused face hovering way too close for comfort.

“Like what you see?”

“N–no,” you stammer, your cheeks burning, praying they aren’t as red as they feel.

“I mean, I don’t blame ya.” Caleb shrugs, a cheeky grin tugging on the corners of his enticingly kissable lips. “I do have a nice ass – or so I’ve been told.”

You roll your eyes, hiding that you do in fact agree with him because… he doesn’t need to know that. Not if you want to preserve your own sanity. “Puh-lease. Your ass is like pancake status. Average at best,” you drawl, hastily adding, “Not that I was looking.”

“Liar,” Caleb snickers. “I saw you staring at my ass, Pipsqueak. I caught you red-handed.” His grease-stained finger pokes your cheek. “Or should I say… red-faced.”

Scowling, you swat his hand away, grumbling under your breath as you swipe the ghost of his touch off your skin.

There’s a teasing glint in his eyes and a smug smirk on his face – ones that normally make you want to smack him, but today… Fuck, today, they make you want to grab his stupid cheeks and lay a big, fat kiss on his stupid, quirked lips.

“Don’t call me that. And I wasn’t,” you huff, blowing an imaginary lock of hair out of your eyes. “Why’re you even working on your motorcycle in our driveway anyway? Work on it at home.”

“Cause, Pipsqueak,” he says, accentuating the consonants in that vexing nickname you abhor, “you know my mom’ll flip if she sees my bike.”

“Caleb, you live next door. She can still see you.”

“Yeah, but at least here I can say it’s yours.”

You roll your eyes again, something that seems to happen often when you’re around your exasperating mom’s-best-friend’s-son childhood friend. “And my mom would clear that up in a hot second, dumbass.”

The flush on your face is uncomfortably hot. Hot to the point you’re now absolutely certain your face is an unflattering shade of bright red. And the longer you linger, the higher the chance Caleb will catch how frustrated he’s making you. If he hasn’t already.

You need to retreat.

Now.

Before he discovers the depravity going on inside your brain and never lets you live it down for as long as you shall live. 

“Whatever,” you snort. “I’m going back inside.”

You turn sharply on your heel to head back inside the house, your safe haven away from his sexual allure, when his long fingers curl around your wrist and hold you in place – fingers that incite degenerate curiosity as to how they might feel gliding up your inner thigh and burying themselves in your, at preset, very wet cunt.

“Hey.”

The low husk in his voice sends a delightful little shiver up your spine. You turn back to fix him with a withering glare, only to freeze when you meet his gaze. The dark, primal heat smoldering in its purple depths stops you, your heart pounding in your chest. So hard, you can feel each thundering heartbeat in your throat.

“What?” you snap, pretending – and woefully failing – that you’re not the least bit affected.

“You were staring.”

You swallow thickly, unsettled by the sudden shift in his attitude, keenly aware of his searing grip on your wrist. You urgently shake him off, protesting, “I wasn’t.”

Caleb steps towards you, towering over you and reminding you just how much bigger he is than you in comparison. Big enough to toss you around like a ragdoll, which… you’d like very much. Gulping, you take a step back.

“Try again,” he commands, the authority in his voice sending your body into a buzz.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you casually respond, clamping down your traitorous desire.

“Try again, Princess.”

He takes another step forward. You take another step back.

“Caleb,” you warn, cringing at the slight tremble present in your voice.

Another step forward. Another step back.

A delicate dance to maintain the uncomfortable, yet somewhat bearable distance.

A safe distance.

Until your back hits the wall.

Shit.

Caleb lays one of his hands on the wall by your head, caging you in. “You were staring, weren’t you?” He leans in, so close his breath mingles with yours. Or at least what little breath you’re expelling.

“N–no,” you choke out, oddly hypnotized by the way his intense gaze holds you captive.

“Heh,” Caleb smirks. “Wrong answer, Princess.” His free arm snakes around your waist, his palm laying flat on your lower back. He pulls you in, stopping just before your bodies are flush with one another. “One more time. You were staring, weren’t you?”

Between the heat radiating off his body, the musk of his sweat, and the husky rasp of his voice, your brain short-circuits, fritzing into a muddled panic. You open your mouth, ready to deny his insistent question once more, but something about his expression prompts you to come clean. Though, you do add a mean glower with your admission.

“So what if I was? It didn’t mean shit.”

Caleb’s fingers stroke your back in a silky, torturous rhythm, his lips curling into a victorious sneer. He brings his mouth close to your ear. “You sure about that?”

His murmur wisps along the outer edge, and you stiffen, the rush of heat flooding your… nether regions… causing you to rub your thighs together. Caleb’s eyes flicker to the subtle movement, a devilish expression that you fear crossing his face.

“Cause your body is saying something very different.” Caleb pulls you in even further, nestling your bodies together. So much so that you can feel the outline of his dick on your extremely bothered pelvis. “And from where I’m standing, it looks like you want this.”

“I–I…” Your brows furrow. Your lips purse together. Your brain scrambles for something – anything – that’ll wipe that irritating, smug smile off his face. But it fails you. His presence is simply too overpowering, too magnetic, too alluring.

His scent. His heat. His… masculinity. All of it magnified by the close proximity of your bodies.

It’s all too much for you to handle.

And you hate… HATE how unaffected he seems.

Your cheeks on fire, you slide your hands to his firm chest, briefly tempted to give his deliciously juicy pecs a squeeze, but you resist the urge, shoving him away from you as hard as you can instead. As he stumbles back, blinking rapidly, you sharply exhale the breath you’ve been holding, relieved that you no longer feel his blessed appendage pressing on your lower stomach.

“You’re being dumb,” you somehow manage to mumble, eyes trained on the floor. Anywhere that’s not him. “I’m gonna go.” You slip out from under his arm, making a mad dash to the door. 

A rapid retreat with your tail between your legs. 

Ripping the door open, you stumble inside without a single glance back, only allowing yourself to breathe once it slams shut behind you. As the tension drains for your legs, you slump against the door, your forehead resting on the cool surface while your heart thunders in your chest.

The sound of Caleb’s infuriating laughter drifts through the closed entrance, and you moan, pathetically, banging your head against the hard surface, mortified that Caleb noticed your… explicit desires. Releasing a long, suffering sigh, you push off the door, trudging towards your bathroom, more than ready for your very necessary cold shower.

And the assistance of your detachable shower head.

With ALL the assistance of your heavenly shower head.

Though, you have to admit with a heavy heart, that while heavenly, it won’t quite be the same as his fingers. Or his tongue. Or his… dick.

But it’ll have to do for today.

Just for today.

Just enough to wash away these troublesome and temporary fantasies coursing through your flustered, aroused body.

And then you can go back to seeing Caleb as just your mom’s-best-friend’s-son, right?

Right.

Just Caleb, your mom’s-best-friend’s-stupid-son Caleb, and nothing more.

Absolutely nothing more…

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Sharing is Caring: CalebMC x Gideon DAA MDNI

Chapter 2 (7k words)

C/w: sex, p in v sex, blowjobs, f receiving head, male & female masturbation, men kissing, threesome

part 1 | part 3 (TBD)

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Gideon thought things were going well, all things considered. 

And by going well, he meant horribly.

Nothing of that night had been acknowledged.

At. All. 

~*~

The morning after, when Gideon had woken up, the room was empty. Caleb’s bed was made and there was no trace of MC having ever been there. Sitting up, the blanket pooled in his lap and Gideon rubbed his hands down his face, blinking slowly.

Zoning out, his mind wanderers to last night and the way he watched Caleb fuck MC. Getting lost in his memories, he felt himself start to grow in his boxers. Looking down into his lap with half lidded eyes, he groans, brow furrowing. Flopping back on his bed with a huff, Gideon watched as the dust particles floated around him. 

*click*

His attention was quickly drawn to the rattling of the door. Rolling on his side, to hide his half hard cock, he pulls the covers up too. In his post morning haze, he decides to lay still. Why? He himself did not know. 

Caleb kicks the door open and shuffles in with an armful of grocery bags. In his own little world, he focuses on restocking the fridge and cupboards. Humming to himself, Caleb grabs an energy drink and starts walking towards their beds. 

Gideon, shitting himself, closes his eyes. 

Why the fuck am I pretending to be asleep? What the fuck, Gideon?? He thinks to himself. 

Deciding he's being stupid, Gideon opens his eyes with a greeting on the tip of his tongue, only to be surprised by the sight of Caleb peeling his shirt off his broad back. 

Feeling his mouth run dry and before he could stop himself, his eyes trace along the mass of muscle. They scan the line of Caleb’s spine before stopping at the little dimples right above his underwear line. Catching Caleb’s movement again, Giden screws his eyes shut as he hears Caleb approach his bed. 

Gideon’s heart hammers in his chest. He holds his breath. 

A beat passes

*thunk* 

Another beat. And then another.

After a few more moments Gideon hears the bathroom door click shut and the shower start. Carefully he opens one eye, and then the other. The room was empty again. The only difference was the energy drink that now sat on his night table. Glancing down the room, he stared at the bathroom door. The sound of water rushing on the other side of the door filled the bedroom too. 

Gideon threw his arm over his face as he collected his thoughts. 

Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? He thought to himself. 

Oh, just cause you saw your hot roommate fuck his also very hot girlfriend. Oh, and they were ok with you watching. His mind helpfully provided. 

Well fuck. 

Removing his arm from his face, Gideon wondered if anything was gonna change, not that he necessarily wanted it to. Well, he wasn't against anything happening, but he knew how obsessed Caleb was with MC, and everyone knew things were said in the heat of the moment. Yeah. He’d never want to get in between or make anything complicated for them. To be honest, Gideon thought that “invitation” was said in jest, mostly to defuse tension and not be an actual proper invitation. 

Sighing again, he sits up in his bed. Swinging his legs off his bed he’s about to get up when he hears a sound. Freezing he realizes it's a newly familiar sound. Straining his ears, he waits to see if he hears it again. 

Over the sound of the shower, Gideon can just make out the soft sound of Caleb's moans. 

Fuck. 

Another pause and there’s another moan, this time louder. 

Though the fear of getting caught earlier killed his boner, it seemed that hearing Caleb get off in the shower was super effective at bringing it back. Staring down at his lap, his dick tenting both his boxers and the blanket, Gideon quickly accepted defeat and kicked the blanket off. 

Seeing the wet spot where his tip pressed into the fabric only turned him on more. Biting his lip, he watched for a moment as his dick twitched in time with Caleb’s grunts coming from the bathroom.

Focusing in on the constant stream of groans and grunts coming from the bathroom, he pulls the waistband of his boxers over and under his hard length and balls. Biting his lip, he smooths his hand over his short trimmed pubes and down his length. His eyelids drooped as he wrapped his fingers around his thick length, giving himself a few steady strokes. 

Feeding off Caleb’s sounds, Gideon quickly spat in his hand and brought it back down to his now flushed head. Making a tight channel with his hand, he used his other hand to line himself up. Pushing his tip in his tight wet hand felt incredible. Warmth pooled in his gut and his thigh twitched every time he twisted right under his mushroom tip. Stifling his own moan, he struggled to focus as he jerked his entire length. Closing his eyes, he zeroed in on the sounds coming from behind the door. 

Gideon wondered how Caleb looked right now. He imagined hot water pouring down the chiseled frame that was the 6 foot 2 man. Dark brown, almost black hair dripping with water. Would he lean with one hand against the tiled wall, right bicep bulging as he tugged at his impressive length, head tilted forward and gaze unfocused. Or would he lean his back against the cool glass, forearm flexing with each upwards stroke. Head tilted back against as he moaned openly at the self delivered pleasure. Beads of water racing each other down the hard planes of muscle. 

Caleb's moans grew louder and came quicker, back to back, alerting his oncoming end. 

Brows furrowed and feeling his own high approaching, Gideon brought his hand up to his mouth, his large palm covering his mouth, in an effort to muffle his impending noises. Heat flared in his lower abdomen as his eyes lost focus again. His hips lifted off the bed as he masturbated himself, focusing on the tip of his cock. Precum was now freely leaking from his deep red tip. Feeling his balls tighten at the series of loud groans and curses that escaped the bathroom, Gideon was done. The whites of his eyes were the only visible part as he came. Spurt after spurt of thick cum splattered and decorated his bare chest. His teeth bit painfully deeper into his hand as he continued to milk his dick into overstimulation. Soft whimpers escaped as he finally stopped, leaving him panting on his bed. 

As he finished catching his breath, the sound of the shower turning off, spurred him into action. With a grunt Gideon propped himself up on one elbow and reached for some kleenex. Quickly cleaning his cum off his chest, he threw the tissues out and covered himself with the blanket again. 

Just in time for Caleb to emerge from the bathroom. Dropping his pile of clothes on his bed, Caleb messily towel dries his hair and drapes the damp towel around his neck. He shoots Gideon an easy smile before walking over and plopping down on the couch with his phone. Caleb flicks on the TV and skims the channels before landing on a basketball game. 

Gideon lay there, still catching his breath and calming his beating heart. Reaching over he grabs the sports drink Caleb had left and cracks it open. He downs it in one go, gasping a little as he sets it down again. 

“Thirsty?” Caleb's voice calls over? Whipping his head around, Gideon sees that Caleb is still engrossed in his phone. Offering a strained laugh and a half assed,

“Yeah,” was all that Gideon could come up with before he turned back. 

Gideon’s eyes scan the room and land on Caleb's pile of dirty clothes. Frowning to himself, a sliver of bright red catches his attention. 

Now, not that he looked, but Gideon knew that Caleb had black and grey underwear, they all did. And red was not a colour Caleb wore. 

Squinting, his eyes suddenly went wide as he realized it wasn’t just fabric but lace. As in lace panties. MC’s lace panties. That Caleb had in the bathroom. While he was jerking off in the shower.

Looking down in his lap Gideon sighed. 

Fuck. He was hard again.

~*~

Which brings us to now. 

A few weeks had passed and there was still no talk about what had happened. Did Gideon fantasize and jerk off to the memories of said night? 

Of course he did. 

And did he have his first wet dream in years about being sandwiched in between the two? 

Also yes.

But Caleb never brought it up and Gideon was too much of a coward to approach him. Water under the bridge as they say. Things were relatively back to normal and Gideon was finally relaxing back into their comfortable dynamic. 

Walking back with his groceries, Gideon hums quietly to himself, mouthing the lyrics to the song playing over his headphones. As he makes his way up the stairs to his dorm room, the metal of his keys jingle, the small DAA charm clinking against the basketball one. Coming to a stop in front of their door, he picks out the room key and unlocks the door. 

Gideon, completely oblivious to everything around him, makes his way into their shared room. Kicking off his shoes he walks to the coffee table and drops the bags. As he was about to put away the frozen food, he paused. 

Feeling like something was out of place, he looked up. 

And nearly choked on his spit. 

Caleb sat sideways on his bed, back against the wall, naked. Nestled in between his long legs and caged between strong arms lay a very naked MC. Her arms were pinned behind her back and against Caleb's board chest. Her thighs were spread open, pussy glistening, as her legs seemingly fought to close against an invisible force. Caleb’s evol Gideon belatedly realized.

Though currently Gideon could only stare. Why was MC here? How did he not notice? Thinking back he did faintly remember the shoe pile by the door did look a bit fuller when he came in. But why was she here now? His mind buffered as he stared. 

Finally breaking everyone out of their frozen state, came MC’s cry.

“Caleb!” she screeched, face burning. Wriggling her torso so she could free her arms and slap his leg. With a sigh, Caleb released his evol and let go of MC, who quickly lunged for a blanket to cover up. 

Gideon stood frozen. MC, tilted her head as she looked at Gideon. Leaning back to Caleb, she asked,

“Is he ok?” Caleb chuckled before rubbing his hands up and down her arms, comforting the girl. 

“Gid? You good bro?” He asked.

Snapping out of his haze, Gideon slapped a hand over his eyes and turned around.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, I should have knocked,”

Caleb laughed to himself as he stood up, grabbing a blanket and tying it around his waist. He walked towards Gideon who was still standing in the middle of the room. 

“Hey, you couldn't have known” Slinging an arm around Gideon’s shoulders, Caleb looked to see his face. Well what he could see behind Gideon’s hand. 

Looking at him more earnestly, he asked again,

“You sure you're ok?”

Gidon nodded jerkily and slowly brought his hand down. Caleb’s skin against his was warm and slightly tacky with sweat. Caleb’s arm and chest almost burned, his body heat radiated through Gideon’s thin tank. He felt his mouth go dry. 

Fuck, I’m getting hard… Gideon thought. 

His hand smoothing down his shirt, gripping the fabric and pulling it away from his body. A weak attempt at hiding his boner. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he felt hot all over. Gideon’s hands shook as he tried to think of something to say or do that would help the situation. 

Well, he never was the best thinker. 

Caleb, wearing a shit eating grin, bit his lip. His eyes flickered between the prominent bulge in Gideon’s basketball shorts and his flushed face, noticing how Gideon was doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact. 

Glancing back at MC, who was sitting on the bed cutely, he raised a brow, as if asking her if it was okay to take things further. MC gave a shy smile before nodding. Caleb smirked and blew her a kiss. 

Turning back to Gideon, Caleb leaned in a bit and asked,

“Wanna watch?” Gideon felt his heart fall to his ass. What?

Caleb laughed at the immediate flinch Gideon gave off. Releasing the shorter man's shoulders, Caleb walked back a few paces before turning to the bed. Keeping his eyes on her, he spoke; 

“Lie down, Pip,” Caleb softly commanded.

MC, still sitting across the bed, smiled at him, eyes twinkling with warmth. Caleb’s form covers her’s for a moment, giving her forehead a kiss before he retreats and kneels at the side of the bed. 

His large palms rubbed up MC’s thighs, before dragging her body to the edge of the bed, all the while keeping eye contact with her. Applying gentle pressure, he spread her legs and made room for himself, broad shoulders and all.

Gideon went to sit on the edge of his bed, lidded eyes focused on the way MC’s cunt twitched. He watched as Caleb’s mouth steadily approached her waiting core. His thumbs came up to bracket her outer lips, before gently pulling them apart. Her inner folds parted too from the pressure, slick pooling at her entrance. Gideon feels his mouth water more and swallows down the extra spit. Caleb then leans in, dragging the tip of his nose along the seam, nudging her lips apart even further as he goes. His lips trail after his nose, and once he reaches the top, he takes a long and deep inhale. His eyes flutter shut as he loses himself in her unique musky scent. Exhaling, he moans wantonly as his eyes lazily open, vision fuzzy as he leans in again.

Gideon watches with bated breath as Caleb begins to make out with MC’s pussy. Open mouth kiss after open mouth kiss are followed by steady licks of his rough tongue. Caleb works her open with practiced ease. Groaning he feels MC’s heels dig into his shoulders, and her saccharine pants turn more needy and impatient. Chuckling against her core, Caleb’s hands slide under her ass and in one swift movement, he pulls her hips closer and sinks his face deeper into her core.

Gideon bites his lip at the powerful display of strength Caleb had shown so casually. His dark brown eyes roam over the tight muscles of Caleb’s broad back, twitching in harmony to help bring MC to the peak of pleasure. His eyes dragged lower to his bare ass and the way his thighs were flexing as he tried to get closer to the bed. 

With the help of the new angle, Caleb focused on teasing closer and closer to her clit with each lick. Each drag of his tongue just slid past, there was never direct contact but just enough to have her moaning his name. 

“Ca-Leb~” 

“Stop-haa, teasinggahhh~”

Finally pulling away, prompted by MC pushing at his forehead weakly, he grinned back at her heaving frame. The bottom half of Caleb’s face was covered in her slick cum. Gideon couldn't help the way his eyes were glued to Caleb's lips. As he spoke, the sheen from her cum acted like lip gloss and drew Gideon’s attention. Seeing the way it clung to his lips and created strings as he spoke made Gideon swallow audibly. His eyes kept darting between Caleb's mouth and MC’s glistening cunt, his mouth salivating and making him lick his lips. 

He wondered what it tasted like.. Would it be sweet? Tangy? A mix of both?

This didn’t go unnoticed by Caleb. Smirking, he looked up at Gideon, who had unconsciously stood up for a better view. Pushing himself up, Caleb approached Gideon. Motioning with his head to MC. who was recovering on the bed, he asked,

“Wan' a taste?”

Gideon’s brain buffered before he found himself nodding along. Caleb's eyes scanned over Gideon as the shorter male eyed the MC. Just as Gidoen was starting to move towards the bed, Caleb's hand on his chest stopped him. Turning–confused, he looked at Caleb–who reached up and grabbed his jaw. 

Gideon looked slightly taken aback but didn't move a muscle.

What. The. Fuckkk? 

Gideon thought to himself as Caleb eyed him like that.

Gideon watched as the taller male tilted his jaw. Thick, long fingers gently yet firmly held him there. He was so close. Caleb smirked as Gideon’s eyes drifted down to his lips. Slowly Caleb pulled Gideon’s face closer and closer to his. 

Gideon only seemed to notice this the moment their noses bumped together. Seeming to come back to his senses somewhat, he goes to pull back, but Caleb's hand keeps him there. Not letting him retreat. Their eyes flick up to one another's and Caleb gives his nose a small nudge.

“I thought you wanted a taste?” he whispers. 

Caleb leans in again before stopping, his sticky lips brushing the tiniest bit against Gideon’s, leaving it up to the shorter man to close the gap. 

Fuck it. Gideon thought.

He closes his eyes and leans in, lips pressing against Caleb’s. 

The kiss started out simple enough, Gideon’s closed mouth touching Caleb’s slightly parted one. 

That was, until Gideon realized he couldn’t get a taste, if his mouth was closed. 

After a slight pause, he opened his mouth just enough for his tongue to quickly slip out and graze against the taller man’s slick-coated-lips. The second MC’s sweet taste invaded his mouth Gideon couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Opening his mouth wider, he licks against Caleb’s now smiling lips, desperate for a better taste. It was addicting and soon the thought of pulling away evaporated from his mind. 

Lips easily sliding against one another, the two men kissed messily. One trying to devour the other, the other letting him. Gideon’s hand reached out, hand hovering over Caleb’s neck before moving up and holding his strong jaw. The slightly shorter man held Caleb in place as he licked into his mouth, tongue slipping past teeth searching for every ounce of MC’s sweet nectar. 

Caleb let Gideon take the lead, but soon it was getting to hot. In between kisses, he snuck a glance at MC. The girl was watching the two men eagerly, legs squirming against one another as she palmed her breasts and rolled her nipples. Eyes lidded as her gaze was stuck on their messy passion. 

Feeling a sudden need to prove himself and his masculine prowess, Caleb decided it was time to turn the tables.

Gideon let out a surprised moan as Caleb began to apply more pressure, every swipe of his tongue now being met with equal force. Caleb’s right hand made its way up the other man’s side and towards the back of his neck into his short hair. 

Gideon’s hand now rested on Caleb’s thick, naked peck— and without a moment to waste— Caleb tugged strongly, pulling Gideon’s head back and forcing his mouth open. 

What the fuck? 

Gideon couldn't even waste time on feeling embarrassed at the pathetic mewel that escaped him following the prickling sensation on his scalp. He could only gasp air into his lungs as Caleb kissed and licked along his neck. As if he already knew, Caleb began sucking a hickey into the sensitive spot at the base of his neck.

Fuck I’m so hard right now… Gideon thought, too caught up in every small movement of the fabric straining over his hard length. 

His eyes cracked open, the only things in his field of vision were Caleb’s messy dark hair and the white ceiling. In another moment Caleb was mouthing his way back up to Gideon’s lips, the other man met him eagerly. 

The two men were panting as they continued to make out. That was until Caleb pulled back for a moment before giving his lips another quick peck.

Gideon now pulled back, eyes unfocused and looking slightly fucked out. His brain struggled to catch up, has Caleb said something? But unfortunately the best he could come up with was a dazed, 

“Huh?”

Caleb chuckled as he nodded over to a squirming MC. Gideon's eyes drank up how the woman laying on his roommate's bed was touching herself. He gulped as he looked back to Caleb, slightly lost. It wasn't his fault all the blood was in his dick right now. 

Caleb walked over to his bed,

“I said,” He leaned over and kissed MC slowly before pulling back,

“‘Did you want,’”

“‘...to have a taste,’”

“‘...straight from the source?’” He finished as he settled behind MC. 

Gideon could only nod dumbly. He wasn’t gonna start looking this gift horse in the mouth now. Caleb turned his attention to MC, stroking her hair gently,

“Let’s make room for him, eh Pips?”

MC nodded shyly, crawling up the bed a little bit. 

Caleb sat behind MC, this time it was his hands that held her thighs open. 

Gideon took in the sight before him. His length throbbed in his boxers. Crossing the space between their beds, he pulled his tank off in a single motion. In those few steps, Gideon came to a stop before the two. His eyes traced from Caleb’s thick arms to her plush thighs. The way her breasts moved with every breath and how the lines of her body led to her waiting core. Taking a final step forwards, Gideon dropped to his knees before them. 

MC moaned softly as he stared up at her. Gideon looked up expectantly at MC, waiting for her permission to touch her. Smiling softly, she gave a slight nod. Gideon smiles his charming smile before shuffling forwards. He tucks his knees under the bed and presses his chest to the edge of the mattress. 

Dragging his gaze down, it rests on her wet folds, already slick from watching them devour one another. Under his intense gaze, MC squirms lightly. As her hips shift, her slick folds slide and part for his eyes. Her wetness collected at the bottom of her pussy and slowly rolled down between her cheeks. 

Gideon feels himself throb once more. 

Taking one last look at MC, Gideon dives in. Pressing a simple closed mouth peck to her wet folds, his eyes flutter shut. He feels her plush warmth through his lips and as he retreats, her slick creates silvery webs between the two of them. As Gideon pulled back to get a look at her pretty face, the thread of slick snaps, clinging to his mouth and chin. He looked up at MC’s face, her half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks stroked his pride immensely, but what really made him glow was the approving look Caleb wore. 

Gideon couldn’t help but sigh dreamily, his cum-glossed mouth parting. Lazily he went to lick his lips. Moaning at the taste it was as if a seal was broken, Gideon dove back in with renewed fervor. His mouth met her core in an open mouthed kiss. His tongue immediately pressed flatly and dragged through her folds, before parting and repeating the action over and over. Gideon moaned as he made out passionately with MC’s pussy. Sucking at her lips and teasing up and along the sides but never directly on her clit. The continued river of slick steadily pouring from MC and his own saliva helped in the slide of his lips across her skin. 

MC whined at the feeling of his swollen lips on her most sensitive part. The way Caleb’s best friend and roommate ate her out was so similar to Caleb himself, that she briefly wondered if they’ve spoken about it before. Before she could think any further on that, She felt Gideon shift under her and he dove back in with renewed fervor. Now adding tiny rhythmic licks to her clit, she felt her core clench around nothing. She whimpered pathetically as one hand dug into Caleb’s thich forearm, while the other went to tangle in Gideon’s short hair. 

Eating out MC, was intensely hot to Gideon. He had never felt so turned on in his entire life, and the way he knew Caleb was watching his performance only spurred him on to do better, be better. Feeling her pretty nails rake against his scalp and the way her palm pushed him closer to her core was quickly unraveling any restraint he had. 

Though it was not mentioned earlier, the two men had an understanding that he could please, but not touch MC. No, that was reserved for Caleb. Only. So Gideon settled for the next best thing. 

Feeling his pulse now in his tight boxers he carefully reached down and pulls the elastic waistband, freeing himself. His hard length slapped up against his lower abs, splattering precum on his happy trail. Feeling relief at the release of pressure, Gideon let out a moan directly against MC’s sensitive clit, the vibrations causing the girl to writhe against Caleb. 

He was trying to be subtle with it, jerking off while you ate out your best friend’s girl wasn’t the best look. But it seemed that the Deepspace Gods never did have his back. As his hand slid up and down his hot length quickly, a set of violet eyes caught the repeated motion.

But Gideon was unaware. MC’s head was thrown back on his shoulder as he squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure as Gideon buried his face in her cunt. His eyes were also shut, brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on what made MC twitch and moan breathlessly. Gideon moaned as he jerked his length, fast strokes stimulating him just in the way he liked. He couldn't help the needy whines that he let out against MC, his lips faltering as he got closer and closer to his release. His gut burned with hot want. It felt so good.

Caleb licked his lips as he watched his pretty roommate fall apart while eating his girl out. His own length was impossibly hard and leaking against MC’s back. His chest heaved in pathetic pants as he just watched. Seeing Gideon lose himself and resort to touching himself made Caleb dizzy. He wanted to antagonize the other man more. Make him fall apart. 

Suddenly an idea popped into his head. 

With a shaky hand, Caleb gently grabbed MC’s jaw and leaned down so his lips brushed against the sensitive shell of her ear.

Rasping out in a husky whisper, Caleb said;

“...Open your eyes, Pips…”

MC tossed her head to the side, weakly trying to get out of his grip, eyes still shut.

“Common Pips…be a good girl for me and open your pretty eyes”

MC paused in her squirming, her brain sluggishly processing his words.

“You're my good girl, yeah?...Can you do that for me? Pips?”

With all too much effort MC peeled open her eyes and squinted to see what Caleb wanted her to see. Blinking the tears away she saw Gideon eating her out. His short hair mussed from her constant tugging and pulling. But what really caught her attention was the way his broad back muscles flexed and shone with sweat. Specifically his right shoulder and how it jerked in a repeated motion. MC moaned openly at the sight, trying to prop herself up to see more. 

At her louder moan and shifting hips, Gideon parted to look up. What he didn’t expect was to meet a set of purple eyes along with another set of hungry eyes. His cock twitches involuntarily at the extra attention and he squeezed it.

Fuck. Gideon thought. He didn't mean to get caught and not like this. It was just to take the edge off, he told himself. He let go of this throbbing length. 

Glancing between the two Gideon bit his lip as he kneeled on the carpeted floor. He licked his lips, mouth parting as he scrambled to think of something to say, to excuse his behaviour. 

MC wiggled her hips enticingly, catching and keeping eye contact with the man on the floor. 

“Go on, continue.” Came Caleb’s voice from behind the girl.

Gideon’s eyes immediately locked onto purple ones. Nodding his head slightly he brought his mouth back to MC’s wet core. She sighed in pleasure as he pressed a kiss to her swollen clit. But before he could really get back into the rhythm, Caleb’s stern voice interrupted them again. 

“Stop” MC let out a huff and was pouting when Gideon looked back up at the two. 

Caleb’s face was unreadable. Gideon felt helpless as he scrambled to think of something to say that would fix this. He didn't want to stop. This was the single best sexual experience he’s been a part of, and he’s fucked it. How? He wasn't sure yet but he immediately went to apologize. Only to get cut off again. 

“I said, to continue” 

Gideon could only stare back dumbly. 

“Stop teasing him, Caleb.” MC chided the bigger man, swatting his arm gently. Caleb chuckled in response, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“Okay, okay” Caleb said before turning back to Gideon. 

“Touch yourself.” He said bluntly.

Gideon was still and silent for a completely different reason this time. He thought his brain had actually short circuited. No way was his hot roommate and best friend telling him to jerk off while eating out his far to pretty girlfriend who wasn't his girlfriend. 

Pre leaked steadily from his tip as his brain tried to process this. 

“Go on Gid, be a good boy and touch yourself for us.”

Fuck he was goon a bust. Gideon thought. 

Letting out an exasperated sound he looks up pathetically at the two–who were propped up more to see him better–and shakily reached down to grasp his hot, wet cock. 

The two on the bed watch as Gideon’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he firmly strokes his thick length from base to tip. His large hand was wrapped around himself, fingers just touching. With each stroke, new beads of pre squeezed from his flushed head. 

MC moaned at the sight and reached down to play with her cunt. Her fingers immediately dip into her hot core before coming up to spread her wetness around her clit and rubbing quick circles. From all the foreplay and eating that Gideon had done, she was all too sensitive. Her high was approaching faster than she’d anticipated. 

Caleb indulged her for a moment as he watched Gideon watch MC. But all too soon he pulled her arms away, just before she reached her peak. 

With a pitiful cry MC whines loudly

“Not fair! Meanie!” Caleb only laughed at her as he caught Gideon’s eye. With a shared nod, Gideon scooted forwards as he continued to work his length. 

MC’s thighs were rubbing together, trying desperately for any kind of friction. Releasing his length, Gideon places his wet hands on her thighs and pries them apart. MC, getting the message, lets her legs fall open as Gideon dives in.

The both of them, having been on the edge for a while, were past the preamble and featherlight touches. Closing his hand into a tight fist, Gideon pushes his length into his warm hand, setting a frantic pace. Moans tumble out of his mouth as he licks and suckles on MC’s hard clit. The tip of his tongue repeatedly stroked from top to bottom, the small bundle of nerves slipping past the rough texture of his appendage. Each motion pulls a breathless whine from MC as she babbles mindlessly.

“Feels so good…Don't stop…Wanna cum so bad…” 

Burning heat pools in Gideon’s gut and crawls up his spine as he focuses on keeping his pace steady. From above, he can hear Caleb whispering sweet nothings to her as she falls apart, getting closer and closer to cuming. 

With the shred of energy he’s able to muster, Gideon looks up at the two. MC’s head is thrown back and her hair forms a messy halo around her head. A strong hand comes to brush her hair away from her face and sliding his eyes over, he sees Caleb smiling and talking MC through her pleasure.

Caleb feels another pair of eyes on him and turns to glance down their shared bodies to see Gideon's dark eyes peering up from devouring MC’s cunt. He watched as Geidon’s eyes blinked slowly and took in how flushed his roommate's face was. The way his shoulders stuttered in breath and how his right arm jerked unevenly was all Caleb needed to tell that Gideon was close. 

Picking up his head so that the kneeling man could see his lips, he mouthed three words. 

“Cum for me.”

Fuck. 

That was it for Gideon. Caleb watched as Gideon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His heavy balls drew up close to his body as ropes of thick, creamy, cum spurted from his sensitive tip. His hand continued to jerk himself gently as he spilled over his knuckles over and over again. A deep moan sounds from his buried mouth that was still desperately trying to get MC off. 

His steady rhythm and the vibrations from his pitiful sounds were thankfully enough to have MC’s thighs clamping down on the sides of his head. Ears already ringing from his intense orgasm, Gideon did his best to work MC through her high. 

He was only pulling away when her moans turned to whines of pain and her weak hands were pushing at his forehead. 

Leaning back on his heels Gideon looked a mess. His short hair stuck up in every direction. His lips were swollen and the bottom of his face was covered in her cum. He was flushed red from the tips of his ears all the way down his muscled chest. Thick pecs heaved as he tried to bring enough air into his spent body. Lower abs and happy trail were splattered with cum, along with his shorts and thick thighs. His half hard cock was resting on his right thigh, still shiny and glistening. His right arm twitches occasionally. 

He looked utterly fucked out. 

MC lay boneless in Caleb's arms. Also looking all too fucked out. 

But Caleb wasn’t quite done. And he never let his girl only cum once. 

With practiced ease and the use of his strong toned body, Caleb lifts MC up and shimmies down slightly. Parting her legs on either side of his hips, he glances down and lines himself up. He’s been so patient but fuck does he need her right now. His leaking tip was an angry red. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick. He was going insane with desire. 

Caleb prods his tip against MC’s wet lips, she moans wantonly as her hips rut back against him. His blunt head easily slips past the fist ring of muscle and into her wet, sopping, heat. Caleb’s brows furrow as he bites his lip, sinking inch by glorious inch into her. MC breathes deeply as he fills her. Slowly. Steadily. Until he’s bottomed out. She squeezes her core around his thick girth, teasing him. Caleb can only muffle his groans of satisfaction by latching his mouth to the soft skin of her neck. 

Gideon watched as Caleb’s hard length sunk into MC’s tight wet core, only to slide back out and thrust back in again. His cock, already spent, could only leak pre as he took in how Caleb fucked up into his girl.

Grabbing his discarded shirt, he cleans himself up as best as he can. 

Gideon was entranced as Caleb man-handled MC’s pliant body. Her plush thighs thrown over his large muscled ones, slim hips pistoning up against her round ass. Gideons eyes were glued to the way MC’s fluttering pussy swallowed Caleb’s veiny shaft. Over and over again. At the top he could see her stiff clit peeking out from behind its hood, her short trimmed pubes were sticky from their combined fluids and his own spit. And below was Caleb's full and heavy balls swinging and clapping up with each powerful thrust.  

His eyes feasted on how the two sweaty bodies writhed desperately against one another. Their sounds of pleasure became TV static as Gideon locked in on the foamy ring of her cum and his pre gathered at the base of Caleb’s cock. 

I wonder what it tastes like… His hazy mind wondered. 

Gideon slowly approaches and slots his face against their rocking pelvis’. Drawing his lips slicer, and with a quick flick of his tongue, he licks against the seam where they meet. Caleb swears while MC moans. But Gidoen is lost in bringing the mixture of fluids into his mouth and savouring the salty-sweet taste. Moaning as it overflows his taste buds, Gideon is quick to go back for seconds. 

This time he latches higher to her stiff clit, sucking it into his warm mouth. 

MC immediately whimpers, her core clenching and tightening around Caleb’s thick cock. 

“Fucking hell Gid” Caleb gasped, feeling himself hurtle closer to his impending orgasm, pace quickening.

Feeling emboldened by their combined moans, Gideon pushed closer. Pressing open mouthed kisses to her clit and surrounding folds. 

Moving back down Gideon paid special attention to where they met. As he licked and sucked at the sensitive flesh, he felt how MC’s outer lips twitched and fluttered with Caleb's continued assault. He also moaned at the way Caleb’s tight balls smacked against his chin with every thrust.  

Despite feeling overwhelmed, Gideon could feel how Caleb’s strokes were getting more powerful and less consistent, and he knew that Caleb was close. He could see the shake of the other man’s arms as he held MC up. 

Whether it was for selfish reasons or not, Gideon decided to help the two just a little more. 

While keeping up his ministrations, he freed his right hand and brought it to press down firmly on MC’s lower stomach.

The effect was instant. 

Caleb let out a dry gasp as MC wailed into the room. 

One thrust. Two thrusts. And they were gone. 

Caleb’s entire body went taught, muscles bulged, his abs clenched, and his balls tightened. Mouth hanging open in a silent cry, rope after rope of his thick creamy seed shot deep into MC’s womb. His cock kicked inside her with each spurt seemingly longer than the last. His eyes rolled as he struggled to keep them open, to watch MC fall apart so beautifully. But he was just a man. He mouthed lazily at her spit covered neck as she came. 

Her body bowed in pleasure as her cunt throbbed and milked him endlessly. Each pulse of pleasure shooting through her spine was accompanied by the muscles of her inner walls strangling Caleb’s poor sensitive cock. She whimpered and whined into the heavy air of the room as Gideon massaged her abdomen and continued to lick her through her high.

With a half broken sob MC finally, using her foot, pushed Gideon away. Her entire body felt numb and it was like her head was full of cotton. 

She barely noticed how Gideon shuffled back a bit and how Caleb slipped out. 

Using his evol, Caleb plugged her as Gideon got up and passed him some tissues and water. 

After cleaning her up and getting her to drink some water she fell back with a huff, pulling Caleb down so she was nestled into his side. Caleb took a few sips of water before passing the bottle to Gideon who finished it off. 

Gideon capped the empty bottle awkwardly before setting it down on the floor beside him. Scooting up, he leaned against the side of the bed, starting to feel the toll of their activities. 

He doesn't remember the last time he’d felt this content after sex. 

Looking up at the couple on the bed, he watched as Caleb tugged MC into his arms. Caleb then  drags them over to a cleaner patch of bed. Seeing Gideon sitting on the floor, his arms and head resting on the mattress, Caleb calls over,

“Gideon”

Gideon slowly turns his head to the voice and shoots him a lazy smile,

“Hmm?”

Caleb chuckles softly,

“Look at you, come here dummy”

Gideon rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh too, before approaching. Standing at the edge of the bed once again, he eyed MC, not quite sure how he fit into this tender afterglow. If he was wanted. His thoughts were derailed by her voice tiredly piping up

“Hug.” She said,

Gideon looked confused before she flapped her hand at him. He looked to Caleb for assistance, a clue, anything. Was this ok? But he only got a smile in return, a silent acceptance and allowing the events to unfold. 

Gideon stepped closer until he was kneeled next to MC. The girl stared at him expectantly and said again;

“Hug.”

And without further notice, she tugged him down so she could cuddle him too. Gideon could only sputter as he was brought down by the impatient girl. Caleb’s loud laughter filled the room before quieting down. The three of them lay there together, sideways on the single bed, legs hanging off the edge. 

And Gideon thought that maybe he fit in quite well, in this afterglow.

[st4rlight707]

RESTAURANT

CalebMC cucking Gideon🍎🍊🍍

A/N: yes I'm also in LADS hell💕

cw: cucking, p in v sex, male masturbation

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (TBD)

~♡~

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.

[st4rlight707]

endless summer - caleb 夏以昼

surrounded by your very own endless summer, what happens when caleb and you reunite for the first time since the events of ‘captive bird?’  my take on ‘endless summer.’ part two of my series of smutty canon compliant caleb fics. (part one)

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

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

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 5.5k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, continued off ‘endless summer’ (caleb’s standard 5*), slightly angsty, lots of feelings, outdoor sex, f!on top, slight voyeurism, unprotected, never pulling out, otherwise pretty vanilla, pet names (baby, brat, princess, pip-squeak), no use of y/n, insecure caleb, conflicted mc

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: part 1: captive bird | ao3 | endless summer memory | where our blue is

━ ✧.˖ A/N: helloooo after talking about this so long ago it’s finally here! 

part two of my series of smutty moments between caleb and mc throughout the canon material. first was my take on ‘captive bird’ which i’ve linked above. this one would occur two weeks after that one. next will be ‘exclusive aftertaste’ no current eta

also i highly rec listening to キタニタツヤ (where our blue is—the outro to jjk hidden inventory arc) as you read. i think it encapsulates endless summer SO well. read the english lyrics :D

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

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

part one | part two |

“Don’t go.”

Even in his sleep, Caleb’s grip is firm against your wrist. Almost like, even in the comfort of dreams, he was plagued by the feeling of you slipping through his fingers like sand. 

Your heart throbs at his gentle pleas. It’d been two weeks since you’d left Skyhaven—since he’d let you leave. Two weeks since you’d both decided to start being honest with yourselves—honest with how you felt for one another. How you’d always felt for each other. 

Two weeks since you’d given yourselves to each other in the most intimate ways possible—something you found yourself replaying over and over in your head. Particularly at night, when you were alone in bed. 

But was it a misplaced night of passion? Fueled by the overwhelming trauma you’d both endured, both then and all your lives? 

Whether it was or wasn’t, it didn’t matter. Because you’d chosen to leave. And he’d chosen to let you. 

But even now, the way the summer light hit the defined ridges of his thick biceps made you blush like some lovestruck schoolgirl. Made you remember just what those arms could do to you—had done to you. 

You physically shake your head, pushing those thoughts away. If you had any hope of returning to the things were, you absolutely could not be reminiscing on the way Caleb held you, devoured you. 

When his thick eyelashes flutter open, his violet eyes misted with an unbridled despair and longing, his hand coming up to your face to smooth your hair that the wind had ruffled. 

Even awake, he can’t help but plead brokenly, “Don’t leave me alone.” His voice is faraway, like he was still caught in a battle between nightmares and consciousness. It’d only been two weeks since you’d gone back to Linkon, but the way you’d left things made everything all the more complicated and tense. 

Did you want to go back to the way things were? Pretending you felt nothing more than innocent, platonic, love for the man you’d craved nearly all your life? 

No, you didn’t. But worse than going back to a life of pretending was a life where you couldn’t even look Caleb in the eye anymore because of one night. 

He was the most important person in your world. Could you really risk that over one night that very well might’ve been an emotional mistake, born of desperation and vulnerability, on both your parts? 

But for Caleb, now that he had you in his fingertips again, even when things were fractured and unresolved, all he could think about is how your lips were slightly parted, sheened with moisture. How the summer heat made your cheeks flush—nearly the same shade as when he had you folded beneath him. 

Unbeknownst to you, Caleb had never been more assured in anything. Everything he ever did when it came to you was carefully thought out and highly intentional. 

You would never be a mistake to him. 

Without thinking, as if you were his center of gravity, he leans in towards you. His eyelids are heavy with the weight of his thick fluttering eyelashes, still caught between dream and reality. His lips instinctually seek yours, as naturally as his lungs inhaled air—desperate to feel what it felt like to have you again. Not just in his sleepless and hopeless dreams.

For a second you’re drawn to him like you were that night, still that helpless moth drawn to a blinding light. But rational thought, ever the annoying presence, resurfaces. 

Your eyes widen, and the gentle breeze sweeps against you. Something catches in your eye, maybe dust or a fragmented blossom petal. Against your heart’s own longing, you push him back gently, trying to blink the discomfort away. Tears had already welled in your one eye, threatening to spill over. 

“Caleb?” you ask, honestly unsure if you’d mistaken yourself, your vision blurry in the one irritated eye. If, like the countless lonely nights leading to this summer day, you’d imagined him leaning in to kiss you. 

Caleb’s nebulous eyes widen as you push him back, his face falling into a heartbroken dejection. The same feeling when you’d told him you couldn’t stay in Skyhaven. Stay with him. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

The resignation in his voice makes your heart squeeze painfully. You try to reassure him, “No it’s okay…I just got something in my eye.” On cue, your eye starts to twitch and your hand instinctively comes up to rub at it, even when you know you shouldn’t. 

“Let me see,” Caleb murmurs, sitting up off the stone wall he was leaning against. Relieved to have an excuse, he leans in closer, looking into your teary eye. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” you can’t help but ask, knowing he won’t tell you anyways. Ever the protector, he’d rather face everything alone than burden you with even, what he considered, a silly little bad dream. 

You fight the urge to shiver when his eyes flicker to your lips, before he smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes, holding the heavy weight of both his unending longing and depthless loneliness. 

His eyes reluctantly meet yours again, fingers brushing the hair away from your twitching eye. 

“Don’t blink,” his voice is unbearably gentle, his other hand coming up to tenderly hold your face in his fingers. He bites back a groan as his body reacts viscerally to the feeling of your skin against his again.

His hands thread into the strands of your hair, and he leans in until his face is mere inches from yours. Your heart pounds so painfully you can hardly hear anything but the rushing of blood in your ears. You can’t focus on anything but Caleb’s parted lips and warm breath.

This was far too dangerous. Your resolve to return to ”normalcy” was quickly dissolving, leaving absolutely no traces of its existence behind. 

Like he’d done so many times before, he blows gently into your eye. Except it doesn’t feel quite like when he used to do it before, when you were younger. 

You shudder at the feeling of his breath against your sensitive eye. Tiny delicate petals land in his hair, his skin glowing under the soft sunlight. Despite the circles under his eyes, he looked just as you remembered him. Just how he did when he held you against his naked chest on your last night in Skyhaven.

The moment is charged with unspoken tension and you know you should pull away. But you can’t bring yourself to. Your breath catches when one of his hands abandons your cheek, placing his palm over your hand that rests on your thigh. The feeling of his thumb stroking your skin feels so unbearably familiar and natural you have to bite your lip to keep from gasping out loud. 

Again, his stormy eyes fall to your lips before he pulls away, his eyes downcast and his warm palm abandoning your clenched hand. He falls back against the stone wall, the conflict of emotions on his crestfallen face speaking for him. 

He knew exactly what he wanted, but he’d never force it if you didn’t feel the same. If you regretted him.

Spotting a pink petal in his hair, you give him a gentle smile, making a small step towards smoothing over your prickly relationship, “I heard…that the fragrance of endless summers can bring people sweet dreams for a whole night.”

He looks at you in surprise, heart pounding under his white tank top as you clean in closer, blowing it out of his hair, like he’d just done for you.

The delicate fleck of pink flutters into the air with the warm breeze, Caleb’s deep galaxy eyes following its path, until it lands in his outstretched palm. An olive branch of sorts.

As you move to stand, Caleb’s arm darts out, his fingers firmly enclosing around your wrist before he can stop himself. You look at him in surprise, not pulling away.

Caleb’s face doesn’t quite meet yours, but he refuses to let go, “But…there aren’t endless summers in Skyhaven.”

There’s a heartbroken desperation in his soft words, so soft you barely hear them over the rustling of foliage. It melts away the last of any lingering animosity or restraint you’d been holding onto.

You were too far gone. The past was irrecoverable. Probably from the moment you’d laid eyes on him on the tarmac on the Fleet base in Skyhaven—the first time since the explosion. 

And finally, finally, you accept that you don’t want to return to the past. 

Caleb was your weakness, just as you were his. 

With his hand still holding your wrist, you let yourself fall back to him, grasping his face in your fingers. Before you can change your mind, you press your mouth into his, gasping when his soft lips meet yours.

Unlike the first time you’d kissed him on his couch in Skyhaven, Caleb doesn’t hesitate, wasting no time in threading his fingers into your hair and pulling you impossibly closer.

He swallows your squeak of surprise when you topple onto his lap, his hands leaving your face so that they can grasp your exposed legs, your skirt having ridden up. His strong arms make sure you situate safely and comfortably on his thick thighs. Your arms naturally loop around his neck, melting into his secure and desperate hold.

Caleb pulls you closer, your rapidly pounding hearts beating against one another. His fingers dig into the plush of your thighs as his tongue rediscovers every inch of your mouth, groaning into your lips as you squirm against him.

His fingers inch up your legs and under the hem of your skirt, rubbing the pad of his thumb into your heated skin. Your hips roll instinctively as you try to hold back your whimpers, your inner thighs brushing against his crotch. 

“Caleb—!” you gasp, tearing yourself away when your core presses against his bulge, already incredibly hard as it strains against his jeans, grinding against you. 

Caleb groans beneath you, his hands moving to grip your hips firmly, fingertips digging into your skin as he stills your movements. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” he rasps, gripping your chin, forcing your hazy eyes to focus on his own darkened ones. His chest heaves with the effort of holding back his unbearable need for you—an unending black hole of desperation that had grown explosive over the last two weeks. 

He presses heated kisses down your jaw and against your throbbing pulse, murmuring, “Go easy on me, pip-squeak.” Despite his seemingly soft and pleading words, his body moves against yours with precision and domination. 

You feel him grin against your collarbone when a moan escapes your wet lips, unable to contain it when his hips thrust up into you, giving you a taste of just what you’d been dreaming about since leaving Skyhaven. 

“Asking for mercy when you’re the one teasing me,” you grumble, cursing your body as it arches at his will, instinctively giving him better access to your neck. 

He traps you against him, his thick arms hugging your entire body as he chuckles and pushes his lips to yours again. Through the heated clashing of tongue and teeth, you can vaguely feel your knees tingling and you realize Caleb is using his Evol to make sure your bare knees don’t scrape against the rough outdoor ground. You don’t even think Caleb realizes he’s doing it, far too lost in reclaiming what he’d thought he’d lost.

The summer breeze ruffles Caleb’s hair, catching soft pink petals. He tears himself away from your mouth, tracing a trail of wet kisses everywhere he can reach.

Taking a deep inhale of your intoxicating scent, he rasps, “Tell me to stop. Last chance.” 

When his teeth graze against an already forming love bite, you moan unabashedly into the open space by his ear, “W-Why would I do that? This is what I want.” 

Caleb growls, his chest vibrating against yours, “Say that again.” His fingers find their way under your skirt, kneading the soft plush of your thighs, stopping himself from venturing higher, deeper. 

You’re distracted by the teasing touch of his fingers, “Say—ngh—what?” 

Caleb’s fingers dig in, crescents indenting into your skin, “Say that you want me.”

Realizing that you leaving Skyhaven had simultaneously left him broken-hearted and needing validation, you pull away slightly so you can face him. Cradling his jaw in your palms, you whisper whole-heartedly, “I want you. More than anything.” 

Caleb’s eyes darken to a near indigo, his jaw clenching with barely restrained desire. 

He growls, “Not a mistake?” Though his tone is unbelievably commanding, you can make out the faint lingering insecurity, his bright purple eyes pleading with yours. The desperation to know that you needed him as much as he needed you. 

“Not a mistake,” you affirm gently, fingers curling into his hair, lips pressing into his jaw. Your knuckles scrape against the concrete pillar, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

Before he gives into uncontrollable animalistic need, he chokes out your name, words laced with unbearable desire, desperation, and love.

“I miss you.”

Your still-healing heart splinters fractionally. 

Miss. Not missed. Like, even with you in his lap and his arms encircling you, you were still just a faraway dream to him—a fantasy. 

But this was reality. And the reality was that you were irrevocably his—not a bird trapped in a cage, but a bird returning home after an endless winter. 

Taking his face into your hands, your lips descend upon his. Just before they meet, you whisper, “I missed you, Caleb.” 

You press your lips the remaining distance to his, purposely rolling deeper into his lap as you do so. Caleb receives your kiss, not missing a beat as your tongues meet in a tangle of desperation. 

Your fingers fly to his belt, undoing it eagerly. Caleb lifts his hips up, as if to give you more access, better control. 

Despite his eager movements, he pulls away briefly, voice hoarse with desire but also hesitation. 

“A-Are you sure?” His eyes dart around your compromising setting, heart pounding at the idea of being so vulnerable out in the open, where anyone could find you. There was little to no coverage from your position atop his lap to the back door of the store which stood wide open, the indoor counter visible. 

“The store’s closed, no one will come in,” you whisper in rushed tones, glancing at the back door, “But if you want to stop…”

Caleb growls, his right hand finding your nape, turning your face back to his. 

“Fuck no.” 

Your teeth nearly knock together with the force at which he devours you in another all-consuming kiss. His free hand quickly helps you undo the rest of the barriers between you and his impossibly thick cock, swollen and tall against your naval. 

With your skirt ridden up, only your pitifully soaked panties stand between you and him. His arms are wrapped so possessively around you that your entire body is flush with his, his manhood pressed right into your core. 

Unable to wait any more, you pull your wet undergarments to the side, grinding directly onto him. His cock fits so perfectly against you, parting your sensitive lips until you’re practically fucking him with just your soaked lips.

“Christ,” he grunts into your lips, “Won’t last like this, princess.” 

Your chest flutters with confidence, unbelievably turned on by his yearning for you. 

“Good,” your murmur, “You know I’ve never been a patient person.” 

He lets out a strangled chuckle, swearing when you purposely drag his throbbing engorged tip against your entrance, nearly impaling yourself onto him. 

“That’s my girl,” he rasps, “Such a spoiled brat.” 

You giggle in between desperate gasps, eyes nearly rolling back as he thrusts his hips into you, cock brushing against your clit. 

“You made me this way.” 

Caleb grins, grabbing the base of his erection, dragging himself intentionally up and down your irresistibly responsive skin. He leans into the corner of your neck, nipping playfully at your earlobe. 

“Did I?” 

You gasp as he pushes himself into you, but only enough to stretch you slightly and yearn for more—not enough to fully enter you. 

“Then let me take responsibility.”

His words drip with an arrogant possessiveness that makes you keen into him, nearly collapsing against his marbled chest. His free fingers grip your chin, bringing your fluttering eyes to his. 

Wordlessly, his amethyst hued eyes plead with yours—one last affirmation of consent. 

Biting your lip, you nod eagerly. Caleb’s eyes darken unmistakable, his voice low and animalistic. 

“Good girl.”

You feel his Evol recede, and, using only his hands, he lifts and positions you perfectly against his swollen head. Just as he sinks into you, he curses and captures your lips in a searing kiss, devouring your cry of simultaneous pleasure and pain.

Gently, he nibbles on your bottom lip, encouraging you to call out more for him. It only makes your body seize up, tightening like a vice around his cock.

Caleb stiffens, his fingers digging so forcefully into the soft flesh of your hips that your eyes roll back. It takes everything in him not to slam you down to the hilt, his erection throbbing painfully, wanting nothing more than to bury itself in you and never leave. 

Incrementally, he lowers you until you sit fully on his lap. Caleb trembles visibly under you, chest heaving and thighs quivering under your own. Under the sun, Caleb glows with thin sheen of sweat, his breath ragged as he adjusts to how fucking tight and perfect you were. 

“G-God, couldn’t stop thinking about this,” Caleb rasps desperately, burying his face into your chest, “Thinking about how perfectly you take me.”

You bite your lip, eyes darting around. Though Caleb’s voice was by no means loud, as the trees rustled, you can’t help but be reminded of your surroundings. 

Your arms wrap around his head, cradling him to you, indiscreetly muffling his voice, “Me too, Caleb.” 

Without lifting his head, Caleb looks up at you, his rhythm hungry and rough. 

“Only me, yeah?” 

Though his words are slightly insecure, they’re laced with a possessive confidence that reminds you just who your heart had always belonged to. 

You roll your eyes, wanting to tease him just a bit. So you don’t speak, leaving his question unanswered.

Caleb’s eyebrows furrow at your intentional silence, unaware of how adorably pouty he looks.

“Tell me.”

He punctuates his demand with a sharp pointed thrust up into you, one of his hands moving up to grip your throat. You squeal, your cry strangled by his fingers as he uses his other hand to slam you down onto his lap. 

The deafening sounds of skin against skin, bodies joined in inseparable union, ring out in the open space, mixing with the gentle sounds of dancing foliage to create the most sinful orchestra. Your heart races as you pray no one enters the storefront. 

But Caleb only goes deeper, the lewd sounds progressively growing louder as he awaits your response. As if he might pull your sweet words out of you using his cock.

“O-Of course! Nnngh–who else would there be?”

Caleb looks unsatisfied with your response, his violet eyes wet and shiny with need.

“Please baby. Tell me that you’re mine.”

Any previous confidence that laced his words had since dissipated. Now, as the vast universe of his purple eyes stared into yours, you could tell just how desperately he needed validation. How badly he needed you to ground him in this moment—to reassure him that this was real.

That he could blink, and you’d still be there. Unlike in his dreams, where you’d be in his arms one second and gone the next.

“I—” you moan embarrassingly loud when Caleb captures your clit with his roughly padded fingers, twirling it tenderly, showing it the same care one might show a precious pearl. 

He leans into your neck, his teeth grazing your earlobe. 

“Please.”

Your heart squeezes at his rare vulnerability, and you find yourself confessing to everything he wanted to hear. You’d been thinking it anyway.

“F-Fuuck–! I’m yours Caleb. No one else…” you trail off as he rubs relentlessly into your g-spot, a sensation you could never quite replicate when you found yourself alone in bed with nothing but your longing for a certain Colonel and toys that paled in comparison to this. 

“No one else what, baby?” Caleb demands, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper, “Tell me.” 

He knocks the wind out of your lungs when he grabs your waist, using both his legs and his arms to bury himself into you—losing himself in you. 

“No one else—fuck—stretches you out like this?” 

Caleb swears as his filthy words make you spasm against him, his own veins throbbing inside of you. The sound of your pleasured screams has him wanting to push you further, trying to prolong this moment—a moment he’d been hoping for since that very first night. 

One hand moves to your stomach. “Hah—no one else gets to be right here.” Caleb’s fingers dig gently into the soft skin under your belly button, where there’s an unmistakable bulge of where he bullies himself into you. 

“N-No one!” you squeal in agreement, embarrassed by how easily he could render you a submissive fucked-out mess—putty in his hands. 

Caleb swears under his breath at the sight of you, clinging to him with all the longing in the world, chasing a pleasure that you only wanted and would ever want from him. 

Under the soft rays of the sun, swirls of hydrangea petals dancing around your hair, you looked like heaven reincarnate. Everything he ever wanted, and then miles more. 

“No one else will ever get to feel—to know perfect you are,” he murmurs, his strong arms wrapped around your entire body, pulling you closer to him in a hug that forces you to feel the depth of his adoration for you. He holds you so tightly that you can feel the cool metal of his necklace press against your chest. 

Your breath catches. Trying to convey your feelings for him, you whisper, “I-If I’m perfect, then what does that make you, Caleb?”

For a split second, Caleb seems taken aback. But he quickly composes himself and chuckles darkly, “Just a boy who had the good sense to fall for perfection.”

Your heart flutters rapidly at his words. A boy. As if he’d felt this way about you for far longer than he’d let on. 

“Then I guess I’m just the foolish girl who fell for that boy.”

Caleb’s eyes widen in surprise, almost like he didn’t believe you. Didn't believe he was worthy of your affection—of you.

“Fuck baby—keep saying things like that and I…” Caleb cuts himself off with a strangled grunt, his heading falling back to gently hit the concrete column behind him. You laugh breathlessly, gently taking his head into your hands, pressing his face into your shoulder. Caleb groans as the intimate proximity amplifies your pheromones, mixing intoxicatingly with the summer air.

“And you’ll what Caleb?” you tease, your confident tone betraying how close you were.

Caleb pulls away from your chest, his fingers gently holding your chin between them. Violet eyes hooded with deep rooted desire, he looks at you with a sincerity so honest and raw that it makes the world around you fade out. The blinding sunlight seems to dim, the rustling of leaves fading into silence. 

“I’ll never let you go,” he murmurs hungrily—almost a lightly veiled threat. The truth and sincerity dripping from those simple five words sobers you up briefly—just a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the haze of insurmountable ecstasy and passion. 

You take his hands into yours and loop them tighter around your waist.

“You’d better not,” you whisper, eyelashes fluttering as he hammered up into your g-spot, nearly bruising your cervix as he tried to bury himself inside you, leaving imprints of himself behind. 

Caleb’s jaw is slack—his teeth clenched as he fights his body’s need to release inside you, marking you as his.  

“Never again,” he gasps, your name leaving his lips like a sacred prayer, “Never.” 

The intensity of this moment is all too much—breaking walls that’d raised over months in mere milliseconds. Your body starts to move on its own, grinding down as he pumps up into you. The combined movements feel unbearably passionate, like ocean waves colliding with one another in a crescendo of unfiltered desire and need.

Caleb buries his face into your neck, his teeth scraping playfully against your pulse.

“Close, baby,” he rasps, movements growing increasingly erratic and desperate, “Need to fill you up, okay?” 

You groan, raking welts until his biceps, fingers trailing up and down his heated skin as your gut tightens with impending release. You’re about to speak—beg for it—when you hear the distinct sound of a bell jingling.

The front door of the store.

Your muscles tense, your thighs clenching against Caleb’s lap in fear. Caleb’s violet eyes widen back at you, but he shows no signs of stopping, only chasing your combined releases even more hungrily. 

Faraway and muffled, you hear a voice call out, “Hello?” Footsteps follow, loud and taunting against the wooden  floor beams of the building, “Are you guys still open?”

Even amidst the sounds of your wet thighs slapping into Caleb’s, louder than the sound of wind disturbing the trees and bushes, you can hear the footsteps getting closer. But Caleb shows no signs of stopping, almost as if he cannot hear what you hear. 

“Mmmf–Caleb–!” you say in hushed tones as he bounces you so enthusiastically that your brain feels like it’s rattling in your skull, “S-Someone’s—nnngh—inside.”

Caleb bites the inside of his cheek, impossibly close to his finish, “Shh, princess. Ignore them, okay?”

Your eyes widen at him in disbelief before they roll back in ecstasy. Despite your words, your actions, you couldn’t bear the idea of him stopping. Not when you were this close—when you’d missed him this badly.

“They’re g-going to hear,” you whimper, but you make no moves to stop him—in fact only meeting his movements more excitedly, clit grinding into his pubic bone. 

“They’ll go away,” Caleb growls, begging, “Please. I need you.”

A strangled moan escapes your lips, inexplicably turned on by the way he begs for you—the way he needs you as much, if not more, than you need him.

You squeeze your eyes shut, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, nodding eagerly. Caleb groans in appreciative awe, using everything in himself to bring the both of you to your explosive releases.

Heart hammering, cunt clenching unbelievably tight, you moan, “C-Close, Caleb.”

“Fuck!” Caleb moans under his breath, rambling as his cock twitches inside you, “Close too, princess. Need to mark you. Need this. Need you.”

His words are the nail in your coffin, sending you careening into your orgasm. Your nails dig into his shoulders, thighs clenching tighter around him, as your entire body seizes up. Just as you come undone, his name on your lips, the voice calls out again—closer this time.

“Helloooo?” 

Caleb pulls away from your neck, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other hand clasping tightly over your mouth. If he had to guess, he’d say the person was right in front of the cashier counter, where you’d left the backdoor ajar. At the right angle, they might even be able to see the two of you. 

He needed to keep you quiet, because he’d be damned if he let anyone see you like this.

But he’d also be damned if he ever missed an opportunity to hear you cry for him.

“I’ve got you,” he grits, milliseconds away from his own climax—movements sloppy and erratic, “Just like that. Fucking perfect.”

On the cusp of his orgasm, he whispers, “Let me hear you. I can’t keep trying to remember what you sound like. It’ll never compare.”

Your heart skips an erratic beat at his admission. Knowing that maybe he lay awake thinking of you, of that night, just as you did, night after night…

It made your orgasm crescendo, soaring to entirely new heights.  

Your moans vibrate against his palm, the muffled cries of his name audible even with your mouth covered. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he gasps your name reverently, pressing his forehead to yours, “Christ, you feel incredible.”

The explosion of warmth inside you makes you groan in satisfaction, still into his hand that gently grips the lower half of your face. Caleb grinds up desperately into your tight walls, every stroke a release of thick hot seed.

The sound of footsteps still remains, and in the back of your head you know you should be concerned. 

But it only makes you cum harder. 

You’d say it was the same for Caleb, because even as his pearly essence dripped down your thighs, he was still pumping, still crying your name—almost loud enough to be heard beyond your little summer sanctuary. 

Caleb releases your mouth, only to replace his palm with his lips, pressing a searing kiss to yours. His tongue claims every inch of your mouth, just as his cock marks every possible part of your core.

He swallows your cries hungrily, hips languid in their movements now. He tries to prolong this moment as much as possible, not ready to face reality. 

In the back of your head, you can hear the store bell ringing again, either signaling the customer leaving or a new one entering. But you can’t bring yourself to care, too focused on the way his body feels inside yours. 

Eventually, the overwhelming feelings—pleasure, lust, desperation—boil down until only a tender adoration remains. 

Your head rises and falls rhythmically, laying on Caleb’s heaving chest. Tremors course through your entire body as you bathe in the afterglow of this moment between you and the Colonel you found yourself loving so hopelessly.

Caleb cradles your head, gently holding you tighter against his body, his fingers combing through your wind mussed hair. His lips press into your scalp, taking deep inhales of your scent.

This was the only fragrance that could give him sweet dreams for an entire night, and entire lifetime. 

But then, he’s reminded of how temporary—fleeting this moment is. Like chasing the last day of summer, where the sun melts away just as you really begin to enjoy it.

On instinct, he holds you tighter—as if you might melt away from his fingertips right then and there. Even in the sweltering summer heat, you don’t mind, only sighing happily in pure bliss. 

Your voice cuts through the sound of emerging cicadas, soft and hesitant, “Caleb, if we hadn’t run into each other here…would you have not come back to see me?”

Caleb freezes against you, his muscles tensing, “...Were you hoping I would? Or were you hoping I wouldn’t?”

You gently extricate yourself from his arms, looking straight at him, “I…want you to answer my question first.”

Caleb sighs, unfathomable emotions beyond the depth of his beautiful eyes, “Have you thought about me at all these past few weeks?”

You’re caught off guard by the direct question, “I—”

Caleb continues—cutting you off before you can form an answer, “How many times?”

His face is tilted upward, watching the petals of summer flowers float through the air, “When I want to see you, will you also want to see me?”

You can tell the question isn’t meant for you. It felt like a mantra that he’d repeated to himself repeatedly. And while it was directed at you, it echoes like a confession between the small space between your joined bodies. 

The silence stretches on as you let the words sink in. Caleb wasn’t looking for an answer, but he needed you to feel the weight of his questions. Through the intimacy of the moment, you almost forget he’s still buried inside you, an uncomfortable sticky mess smearing against his lap and your thighs.

Finally, Caleb’s eyes meet yours against, his palm cupping your cheek tenderly. He presses his forehead against yours, skin slightly damp with a thin sheen of sweat. With a reverent whisper of your name, he finally answers your initial question. 

“How could I not come?”

Your heart flutters, eyes stinging with emotion. His breath is heavy against your lips, yours rapid and shallow against his. 

Just before you press your mouth into him, you whisper an answer to his question, “If you’re the one asking Caleb, then the answer is always yes.”

With those words leaving the tip of your tongue, you lean in the rest of the way to kiss him—slowly, tenderly, adoringly. The entire world melts away amidst your embrace, leaving only you, Caleb, and the endless summer surrounding you.

And just like those endless summer hydrangeas—the only ones that bloomed year-round, you’d always remain. You’d always be his center of gravity. 

Even if there weren’t endless summers in Skyhaven.

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