#caleb love and deepspace smut

[jeansdoll]

virgin!caleb who’s never had the experience of receiving a blowjob. only ever imagining it — slouched in his gaming chair, the glow of his pc screen illuminating his dark room. annoyingly, having to wrap his own hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly with tired eyes glued to the porno playing in front of him. but in his mind, it’s you. not whoever’s on the screen. it’s you he pictures, wrapping your warm mouth around him.

and now, he doesn’t need the help of his imagination anymore.

you’re kneeling between his legs, one hand holding onto his thigh for stability as you bob your head up and down, the other hand stroking the parts you can’t reach. it’s messy, wet, spit dripping down to the base, and the sensation has his eyes rolling, breaths shaky, legs trembling under you. hands fidget like he doesn’t know where to put them, until one rests on your head, hesitantly guiding you at your rhythm.

he looks wrecked, brows knitted together, head tilted back against his chair and he barley has enough in him to keep his eyes on you. especially when you look up at him with those eyes, glassy, tears threatening to spill as you try to take him whole, tip kissing the back of your throat.

“fuck, o-oh my god.”

caleb’s quick grab your hair, keeping you in place — it’s assertive. your eyes widen, his bold action coming off as a surprise to you. a full 180 from how awkward he’d been earlier, confessing how inexperienced he was. his body jolts forward, a guttural groan leaving his lips. you grip his thigh harder, unable to move when you feel his warm cum shoot into your mouth. he uses you to milk himself, coating your throat white, completely filling you up.

his breathing begins to slow, husky moans turn into soft whimpers as his orgasm calms down. and he finally pulls out with a shaky sigh, a string of saliva keeping you both connected. you blink up at him while trying to catch your breath and caleb just stares back at you — lips parted, pupils blown, dazed.

“d-did you swallow.. all of it?”

you instinctively open your mouth, tongue lolling out, giving him exactly what he wanted, a view revealing the clean muscle. any trace of his seed was gone. he curses under his breath, the sight so dirty, so shameless — unable to look away, burning the image into his brain. it was enough to undo him all over again. and you weren’t going anywhere for a while.

✉️ masterlist !

[syluses]

separation anxiety

⤷ caleb experiences a rut after a long time, and it just so happens that you’re in his path.

cw. 18+ smut, hybrid! caleb, knotting, dubcon if you squint, breeding, obsessive/possessive behavior, perv caleb, fem human! reader, ruts, size difference, also a lil breeding, 3.5k words because i physically struggle to write smut without a preamble, reader is ovulating and it triggers his rut this time for whatever reason

an. saw this trope going around & wanted to try it <33 he’s got that DAWG in him 💪 also i cant decide if hybrid caleb gives german shepherd vibes or samoyed vibes…. that moments post lives rent free in my mind tho idk (>_<)

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, & 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅! (๑´ `๑)♡

Caleb would say he hates you for the time you’re gone, but it’d be a big fat lie. His love for you, big and bursting in his chest, deepens in the quiet windows where you’re present at work or running errands throughout Linkon before returning home to him.

There’s a permanence of you in his mind and being. He wants it no other way.

His devotion for you doesn’t necessarily drown him- no, you’re always there with a lifering waiting- but it certainly sweeps him up and threatens to.

He gets a bit ahead of himself sometimes, he’s aware of that; energetic, bulging at the seams with vigor; whether it’s an integral part of his personality or just a consequence of his breed, the pound he came from never quite knew. Your Gran never figured that out, either, and for as sweet and trying as she was, she soon realized she couldn’t foster him for long.

Because he was a big boy, hungry for attention and wired to please, well-meaning but oft over involved with personal space— and he brought a loaded package that your Gran just couldn’t sign her name off on, not after a few months, anyway. She tried her best before nudging him into your care, because she sure as hell wasn’t about to give him up to that squalid pound or the streets again- and besides, the mutt liked her granddaughter; all those visits she paid throughout the summer obviously endeared Caleb to her, and quickly.

You admit, it’s a mite difficult to juggle between long days at work, little tasks that drag you from point to point throughout Linkon, and your own personal life on top of caring for a hybrid stowed away in your shoebox apartment— but your grandmother was all but sapped of her energy then, turning to you for aid although she seldom ever did, and you’d always lend a hand where you could.

The mutt- Caleb, is his name (and you call it fondly even as he’s pawing at your thighs for attention or drooling on your collar)- has grown on you considerably in the past half year, anyway.

You won’t let him down or leave him at the curb. He’s yours. The red collar you bought him says as much, printed with your number on a silver plate, and he wears it not because you make him but because he’s proud of it.

He’s a good boy, he is. He always has been and for that you’re thankful.

Except, this week he’s… different.

As of a few days ago, it’s like he’s been testing the waters- and your patience- on just how far he can go before you tell him off or say bad dog. He must find them warm because he’s just been diving deeper as the week progresses.

You don’t know what to do. He’s oddly aggressive. It’s not rare at all for him to follow you all around your apartment, but he’s foregone the very last shred of respect for your personal space and nips when you try to push him away. Not hard enough to actually hurt- the yip you make is more surprised than anything when he pulls you back in and licks at the small red patch- but you look wounded at it.

Because Caleb doesn’t bite— he just doesn’t.

He wraps you up in seemingly endless embraces and breathes your smell in until he’s dizzy, laughing into your neck like a giddy child. He does this every time you try to leave for work and he’s made you late for it.

Maybe it’s just because you’re ovulating and a little hormonal, but it makes you quite sour and the mood stays even when you return in the afternoon. He’s never liked when you’re gone, sure, but he’s always been there to see you off at the door with a pout as you scratch behind his ear- more or less tame about it.

Your patience really frays at the odd uptick in his possessiveness, though. It’s hurtful.

You’ve always treated him less like a pet- a hybrid- and more like a friend, and you feel quite indignant for it when he growls and tells you that he hates the smell of other men on you, hearing none of your excuses that it’s ‘just coworkers’, glaring at you like some brainless extension of him. You feel less like a person and more like an object, a streetlamp in which he emerges from the shadows for just to piss on to show it belongs to him.

He’s touchy. Snippy. Glued to your side at all times. It’s concerning and frustrating and confusing all at once.

By the fifth day mark, on Friday night, you’re tuckered out by it and don’t question where he is when you return home early from a shift and he’s, uncharacteristically, not there to greet you.

A red collar however, laid on the floor, its tag glittering under dim hallways lights, strikes you as both curious and unsettling.

He never takes that off. No- says it’s his way of showing you and the whole world that he belongs to you, and— have you been too impatient with him lately? Brusque? Maybe you’re a little hormonal but it’s no cause to get short with him, even when he’s acting up, and what if he no longer wants you as his owner—

A gasp.

You find him in your bedroom, humping your pillow, yowling as he comes undone- unawares- and the walls spin as you nearly faint.

You drop your purse. “Caleb!” You shriek, and a visible shiver rolls down his spine as he turns around.

“Bad dog!”

✦

You sleep on it.

Well, you wash your sheet and your pillowcases- and then you sleep on it.

Maybe you overreacted. If anything, you should be grateful for what you walked in on because otherwise, he wouldn’t have known how to tell you he’s been going through a bit of a hot phase- the first of his you’ve experienced- and doesn’t know how to control himself.

You blush just thinking about it, shame knocking in your chest as your heart beats heavy. You feel awful for walking in on him for a number of reasons. One of them being he came all over your bed- and his tummy- and you had to clean both up through furious tears as you peeled your covers off the mattress and pointed him off in the direction of the bathroom, telling him to run the faucet and quick.

A pass of guilt, the fear of you being angry with him, made its round across his kicked expression but he held off on arguing.

For the first documented time in the whole week, Caleb appeared mellow- not agitated, restless, or tense- and rather crestfallen, and you noted it only vaguely as you irately turned on the washer.

Now, it’s in the forefront of your brain.

Well, if he’s been going through some kind of rut lately, it only makes sense he’d be all kinds of pent up, and that his release (albeit in an inconvenient way and place) would provide some relief.

It’s closer to noon when you finally exit your bedroom and meet him at the sofa- the same one you’d all but banished him to last night. He prefers to spend his nights with you, either curled up at your side or splaying his full weight over your back- a breed-relative habit, you’re sure. You’ve heard of some other kinds who enjoy a room to themselves or do just fine with the couch, on their lonesome— But not Caleb.

He looks tired but perks up when he hears you patter down the hall, violet eyes lighting when you timidly take a seat.

With a bit of hesitation, he inches closer until you sheepishly wave a hand and he barrels into your arms.

“Ah- Caleb-“

Before you can even apologize for your jumping the gun last night, he beats you to the punch. “M’ sorry. You don’t hate me for it, do you?” He sighs into your collar and you shiver, “I wish you could understand what it feels like- I wouldn’t have done it if it was somethin’ I could control, I hope you realize that.”

You swallow, digesting his words as you belatedly place a hand on his head to pet. He positively melts. “Y-Yeah,” you mumble back. “It’s okay. I actually wanted to say sorry too. I- I didn’t understand what was going on…”

A deep groan looses from his throat, his chest swelling with content as you itch that spot behind the furry ears say upright on his head. They give a few twitches as he leans against you and wraps his muscular arms around your middle, resting his chin by your shoulder.

“It’s my fault, though, not yours. I didn’t know how to tell you- I was worried you’d just end up scared’a me, or…”

His pause instills interest in you. Your fingers smooth back his brown locks, mussed from fitful sleep, and he sighs. “Or what?” You press softly.

You pull him back just enough to get a look at him, his cheekbones almost shiny with a dusting of pink. His thick brows furrow together.

“Or that you’d leave,” he whispers.

Your eyes widen. You lasso your arms around his neck and pull him to you, your head slotting above his shoulder as his fingers quickly move to support the position, one hand perched at your thigh and the other braced at your side.

“Nonsense,” you grumble at his ear, a bit angry at the suggestion. “I’d never leave you.”

Something hard, then, prods at your middle- too fleshy to be something in either of your pockets- and you stiffen at the realization as it comes a beat too late.

Caleb’s voice is breathy at your ear, low, his tail thumping on the cushion. “Yeah?” He murmurs, a pang of heat stirring in your belly at the sound. Suddenly aware, you gently go to push at his broad chest but he stops you with an imploring look- although the desire, brewing in dilated pupils, isn’t lost on you- and musters a pout.

It looks out of place, the wholesome gaze marred by hunger as it reshapes his puppyish look.

“Even when I am no better than a bad dog?”

Your brow quirks, “I didn’t mean it,” you whisper, wide-eyed as his eyes bore into yours. Every micro expression you make is being catalogued and noted with utmost care, his pink tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips as they grow dry.

“It’s okay if you did,” he murmurs back. “I’m just glad I have you around to remind me of my place…” Long, slim fingers reach up and you watch, unseeingly, as they stroke your cheek, his other hand creeping dangerously close to the waistband of your sleep shorts.

He chuckles, but the humor wanes quickly.

“Otherwise, I’d always be misbehaving. Do you even know what you do to me?” His voice is meaningful, torrid, as he draws in and the tip of his nose brushes with yours. You can’t find it in you to move as your thighs- the ones he slithers a singleminded hand in between- begin to roil with unexpected warmth.

You plant a hand to his chest, shying away, “C-Caleb-“

“Don’t worry,” he says sweetly, “M’ not gonna hurt you. I just….” He lets out a sigh, long and perhaps just a bit exaggerated- but it has the intended effect on you. You purse your lips and feel a trace of guilt twist in your heart.

“You drive me crazy. Y-Your smell- I don’t know why this is happening, either. Honestly? I haven’t had a rut in a couple years. But this…”

Caleb lets out a soft noise of pleasure, lending his full weight to you when he breathes you in and shakes.

When he speaks next, his words come out raspy and so low you hardly register them as his breaths grow labored- they’re all you can hear as the living room space shrinks down to just him and the knuckles that dare to dip into your panties.

“This is just too unfair. You won’t leave me hangin’, pretty,… w-will you?” Breathy. With an undeniable streak of need. You can’t miss the lust that usurps the softer parts of him and makes him look less puppyish and cheerful and more wolfish, calculating.

And, well, when he puts it like that, how could you?

✦

He doesn’t fuck you on the couch. He takes you to your bed and fucks you there like a lover would.

He fucks you deep and fast- to his credit, he doesn’t hurt you, staying true to his word, but the possibility of bruises becomes a nearer thing when he folds your legs back and his grasp becomes constricting, plunging in and out of your cunt with rapt focus. Indigo eyes glow with something feral, like you’ve given him no choice but to claim his ownership over you through sloppy kisses and clinking teeth as he pounds into you, driven him into a corner- but his touch turns worshipful when he presses his forehead to yours and moans.

“Ah- y-you feel so good, so tight,” he compliments, words almost slurred. His pupils expand and he looks no different than a drunken, babbling man, his cheeks a rosy red.

His murmurs are wet against your lips as they graze and mush with his, Caleb’s face so close to yours that his lashes tickle your brow as he gawks at you, so entranced by whatever it is he’s seeing to look away.

A fluffy tail sways unevenly behind him and touches your leg on occasion, almost like it’s trying to curl around you, prickling and eager. Every part of him gravitates to you. You’re the ground beneath his feet. Fertile land.

“And you’re all mine, okay? Nobody else’s. I want you to wear my scent- to carry me with you no matter where you go. You have to promise me you will- mmph- That sound good-?

“C-Caleb—“

You groan when he stuffs himself deeper inside and you swear you feel his length throb inside your walls, stretching. The veins running along his shaft carve out a new pathway in you, one special and just for him, as his balls- heavy and fat, with a hell of a lot to give- slap against your ass. Slick oozes out from the squelching seam of you, coating his thick cock but you still struggle to accomodate his size despite the lubrication.

He’s made to make you feel as if you’re losing your mind. You snatch your jaw with your own hand to keep the flurry of high-pitched sounds from spilling out lest they embarrass you, but he shoos it away and cuffs your wrists with a hand splayed over them.

“Nah- I wanna hear you, baby. You can’t keep holdin’ out on me like this... I’m giving you my all right now, so it should be pretty obvious that you can do the same, yeah?”

A mewl punches out from your lungs half a second later and he seems quite contented at that. He sighs, closing his eyes, saying,

“I’ve been good all along. Can’t you play the part, too? I just want you to see how much I really love you,” his confession is by no means considered casual what with the passion in which its conveyed, but you can’t help but feel it’s a little sudden, said a little too quickly, and you wonder if he means what he says or if the rut is responsible for all these novel, amorous feelings in him.

I mean, he’s probably too wrapped up in the moment to even contemplate his own admissions as they all spew out—

“Caleb, too big—“ you gasp, cutting him off, and he lets out a strangled kind of noise when your walls clamp around him.

Holyfuck holyfuck holyfuck do it again, he wants to say, suffocate me, but nothing comes out and he realizes after a long second that his vision has whited completely. He can’t see anything; he’s in a fuzzy, dazzling world with the blinders on and all he can smell and feel is you- your scent, sugar sweet and about as inviting as a barstool pulled out, envelopes him and he can’t breathe. Can’t speak.

He fucks into you with reckless abandon, huffs you in like it’s his final breaths, and then lets it all go without care for anything else. Far as he’s concerned, everything he knows is defined by you. This is a give and take relationship: he actually gives a damn about your opinion of him and takes all you have to offer.

He’s in love, puppyish and clumsy but fuck you lead the way and lead him on.

“Shh, I know,” he rasps out, steaming up your neck like a fogged window pane as he insinuates himself there. Your whole body feels like a furnace, burning up for him as he opens you up and tucks himself inside.

“I know it’s big, but you gotta be ready for-“ he clips his sentence short, thinking better of it.

He wants to warn you of his impending knot- the one that’ll no doubt leave you yelping and writhing away from him- you certainly deserve as much of a foreword to it, but part of him is just so terrified you’ll reject him or deny him the priviledge of shoving it inside you and fuck he can’t have that.

Caleb’s nothing if not loyal. He’s also nothing if not selfish. That’s always been a wriggling bug he’s tried to stomp out but it remains in the baser part of him, only amplified by the intense rut that came right out of the blue.

He wants you singing his name and bonded to him (or as much of a bond the two of you can form), and so that’s what he’ll get.

He’ll apologize later, and you will forgive him. So all’s fine.

“Y-You can take it,” is the simpler thing he settles on, and you let it pass, because between the fat cockhead splitting you apart deliciously and the sweet, somewhat perturbing nothings he gushes at your ear, you’re deaf to most of everything.

But when you come- unexpected and sharp, overwhelming your senses as your hips ruck up and he has to pin you down in place and ride it out with you as you cream around him- the scream you let out rings in your ears and so does his ferocious grunt. It’s loud and you’re so numb as seconds pass that feel like eons; pointed teeth teasing at the squishy chunk of your shoulder, invoking a buried sense of alarm.

And then he’s biting down hard- not just nipping- the pleasure thankfully driving off the pain as he ploughs inside, muffling a string of curses as he picks up his pace. Caleb gets sloppier and sloppier and then he’s burning white-hot inside you and moaning like a pornstar, pelvis juddering as he comes.

“Mmh- f-fuck- Good girl!” he rewards with half a brain, fucked out into perfect oblivion, and for a second you wonder why his voice sounds more meant for comfort than praise- until you expect him to pull out but he doesn’t, something big and round forming at the base of his cock that has his eyes fluttering back as it pops in. He goes boneless on top of you as every limb of yours stiffens and coils around his broad back.

You scream his name. He shivers.

It feels enough to shatter your mind- the pain searing you, but the ghost of pleasure that creeps up along your nervous system makes you go like jelly beneath him, helpless to whatever he’s got planned for you.

“C-Caleb, you-!”

“Yeah, a bad dog, a bad dog,” he stammers, whimpering at your earlobe, “I know, baby, I know. Just- don’t shut me out, okay? I- It’ll be over soon, just- ah- loosen up around it, okay? It’ll feel so much better that way. Just… hold on to me.”

“I-It hurts-!”

“Ngh, shhh…” He trembles out, shifting to sample a broken mewl from your lips, cupping your jaw with all the love in the world and staring at you as if you told the sun to rise this morning. “Be a good girl and take it, mm? Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight, I think she wants it too, but she has to relax a little first, yeah? Mm… I could give you a whole litter of pups. Give your Gran a bunch of cute lil granbabies to drive her crazy.”

You choke on your own spit, the brunet letting out a near delirious chuckle at the idea and your reaction to it before his brow gives a wince, your walls instinctively trying to push his swollen knot out.

“Wha- Caleb, is that even-?”

“I don’t know,” he kisses your forehead tenderly, his tail giving a heavy, excited thump behind him on the bed as you grab the sheets for dear life and they wrinkle, pinched like your conflicted expression.

“But I’ve been dyin’ to try it out for myself.”

[zaynesparadise]

*⃝̥ SWITCHIN’ THE POSITIONS FOR UUUU :3 ── 𝐳 & 𝐜

.ﾟ🪩 ⟡ | brief post about beb & zay’s fav positions- very brief!

pairing. — MDNI (17+) fem!reader (hella freaky) x 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 & 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 (not a threesome unforch) warnings. basically bringing positions & 34+35 to life, sex positions, quick n short smut, drooling :p petnames, anal fingering omg (this one’s for my caleb anal freak believers), FREAKleb, unprotected sex, creampies, zayne uses his evol !! slight temperature play, tit play cuz boobs ♡ :3 horny big cock caleb & horny big cock zayne :3 enjoy wc. 2.1k a,n. this took me so long for NO REASON !!! anywho not proofread, finished this at 5 am when i have a reproductive health assignment for tmrw.. but idgaf THIS is my reproductive health assignment 🙂‍↕️

જ CALEB. the colonel is a man of many talents, including his ability to pull off any and every position you wanted. missionary, doggy, 69, mating press, you name it— he’s in it before you even finish asking for it. if you wanted this six feet two man to do the splits for you in the middle of the bed, believe it or not he wouldn’t even hesitate to do that and more just for you (he values your happiness & pleasure over everything if you couldn’t tell) that being said— one position in particular will always have caleb drooling at the mouth with his eyes crossed: reverse cowgirl.

“fuuuuck yes.. baby— just like that.” caleb babbled on and on behind you, sweat glistening and rolling down his toned skin while his chest rose up and down, up and down rapidly, you noted the wavering in his words, the way his massive hands massaged your hips after gripping onto the supple skin so roughly.

you currently had your boyfriend who was leaking between your thighs rambling uncontrollably behind you, truth was he didn’t even know what the fuck to keep up with. the way your hips were rolling back on his in an unforgiving pace or the way your back arched perfectly from his view or the way your pussy was gushing around his soaking cock— fuck everything was making him completely delirious.

your walls fluttered around him, every movement your pretty little cunt did made his eyes roll to the back of his skull, “s-shit pips..” he mumbled as his harshly bitten, red lips barely moved from the almost-frowning expression he was sporting— all in the hopes of not cumming too soon and ruining your fun.

caleb was close to full on sobbing, the pace you’ve set was divine, pushing him against the edge over and over again when you bounced on his cock to let the most obscene and lewd sounds echo in his room all the while combining them with the prettiest, sweetest whimpers of his name.

you sank down on his length, letting him get engulfed entirely in your warmth as his tip gushed against your cervix. “feels good, hm?” you cheekily glanced at him over his shoulder and oh boy caleb was gone.

your body felt unbelievably hot, blazing and searing while the muscles in your thighs burned. but it was all so, so worth it, to see a blushing caleb with sparkly tears forming along his waterline, swollen pretty red lips all bitten and drooling, so attractive to see your composed, sweet boyfriend throwing his head against the pillow as he held himself back even more.

caleb by now felt himself sinking into a state of frenzy— hands gripping onto the bedsheets, thighs flexing alongside his toned abdomen as his entire body began to twitch, “s’good pips.. such a perfect pussy sucking me in,” he felt the heat practically radiate off of both of your bodies, the air in the room almost suffocating with how thick and heavy it was, everything felt too good and caleb was losing his sense of reality with how overwhelmed he was getting.

“it’s jus’ for me, no?” he babbled, all breathy and husky as his hands began to caress your lower back, “mhm, only for you.” and on instinct when his palm applied the slightest bit of pressure, you arched lower and laid your chest against the mattress, giving caleb the most delicious view of your ass bouncing on him, cunt wrapped all around his pulsing cock, so deep inside of you and so filthy.

the glossy mess between your inner thighs made him groan in need, he began to guide your hips back against his pelvis while he thrusted upwards, meeting each and every one of your thrusts and letting the wet noises of your ass landing on his pelvis resonate against the walls, the sight of your skin jiggling roughly with every thrust making him sigh in ecstasy. “f-fuck, caleb!” you moaned so prettily for him once his cock felt like it was moulding you to his shape, thrusts so powerful and deep.

“yeah, baby? can’t take it?” his cock slid in and out of your drenched folds, the view so arousing it made heat spread throughout his body just like a fever, “your pretty cunt’s telling me otherwise tho..” he grunted, unable to help the way his eyes locked in on your puckered hole, and before he could think more about it— he thrusted his thumb into the tight ring.

“c-caleb!—“ “shhh sweetheart..” he reassured you instantly, picking up the pace of his cock between your tightening walls to distract you from the uncomfortable stretch of your ass, your teeth finding comfort in pulling against the crumpled bedsheets while your legs shook in pleasure.

it was so new, you never expected caleb to suddenly take this route but you were so glad that he did because getting both of your holes stretched out so nicely at the same time made your eyes water.

and before you knew it, you were moaning and pushing your hips back against caleb’s, “like that pips? feels good?” and god it felt like your mind was melting away, “so good, caleb.. s-shit..” you felt the saliva that was pooling in your mouth puddle beneath you, he was so deep inside of you in every way, pulling his cock back merely by a few inches before filling you up again.

you felt so stuffed. almost feeling him in your stomach with how deep he was and how deep he stayed. all the while his large thumb played with your hole, in and out of your tight ring of muscles that accepted his digit easily now.

“such greedy holes taking me in so well..” caleb praised as his pupils were practically heart shaped, and he was right, you were taking him in so well, milking and sucking his cock and thumb in a mouth watering way. he felt his head spin the more you squirted around him each time his cock slipped the slightest bit out.

feeling the heat burn in your lower stomach, the knot of pleasure tightening more and more. it was making you dizzy, nails digging into the mattress while your hand absentmindedly sneaked beneath you, fingers rubbing tight circles around your puffy clit just to send you over the edge.

but oh caleb couldn’t have that, he was in charge of bringing you heavenly pleasure while your only job was to take it, “i’ve got you, pips.” he gently pushed your hand away before replacing it with his own, following the same pattern but quicker and rougher.

“caleb!” you almost screamed at the overwhelming sensation, your nerves feeling electrified as waves of ecstasy washed down on you, “juuusst like that.. f-fuck..” your boyfriend groans while you gushed around him, so tight and so wet. a ring of arousal forming around his base before his entire abdomen became soaked in your squirt.

“s-shit!” and with his tip kissing your cervix, caleb stuffed you full with endless ropes of his warm cum.

ຊ ZAYNE. zayne is a very, very needy man. call it him being touch starved, love-starved, him not indulging in pleasuring himself or others throughout his life so much and instead directing his energy on making himself better education and physical strength wise, and now that he has you, someone he trusts and loves and isn’t holding himself back from pleasing, he’s insatiable. positions, locations— none of that really matter to him, however he’ll always prefer to be in the safety of your home and the comfort of your bed, as close as possible to you no matter how tired or exhausted he is from his work in the hospital, in conclusion: spooning.

“you’re so warm, love.” his sweet voice whispered next to your ear, large and muscular arms wrapped around your middle as his legs nudged yours open. zayne had your back pressed against his chest, his body colder than yours and the freezing contact made your head dizzy.

his frosty ingertips travelled down your night dress, tiny snow particles decorating the satin fabric making you sigh in pleasure, you knew he was using your favourite tricks on you— it was always a different kind of experience whenever he used his evol.

the contrast between his cold hands and the warm blankets had you sweating, whimpering his name in desperation from the pooling heat between your thighs, “what do you want from me, snowflake?” his breath fanned your neck as you closed your eyes, feeling feverish when you replied “need you, zayne. so bad” and gosh who was zayne to refuse you?

“easy now darling..” he chuckled when your legs began to shake the second his frosty fingers slithered between your thighs, he could feel the heat radiating from your panties, icy fingers sneaking beneath the thin lace as your body shuddered against his, “doing so good for me, snowflake.” his voice was low, husky, needy. praising you as much as you wanted just to hear your pretty noises and responses.

his other hand swiftly pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough to have his pulsing cock push between your plush thighs. the sudden, wet contact of his precum coated tip with your slicked thighs made both of you groan, fingers wrapping around his base as he pumped his leaking cock a few times while wrapped around the softness of your skin, the feeling of you around all of his senses was so thrilling. the cardiac surgeon was addicted to the sensation of his heart beating out of his chest.

“zaynie please.. don’t tease me.” you squirmed in his hold, everything felt so lewd and it was driving you insane. the ache between your legs and the fastened rising of your chest— everything was overwhelming and ardent, if zayne didn’t fill you up and fuck you stupid right now- you would literally explode.

“shhhh love, i’ve got you.” he reassured, finally angling his tip along your drenched opening, a shaky breath escaping his throat as he sunk inside of your warmth completely, the sweet stretch making you gasp while he settled inside of you, his length never failed to make you feel so stuffed fully to the brim.

the moment your walls engulfed his soaked cock zayne’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, the feeling was so harshly consuming to him, and he loved surrendering his tired and spent body to the dizzying pleasure you’ll always grant him, without any further words exchanged between you, he began to move his hips in a perfect pace, thrusting in and out sloppily, his tip caressing each and every sweet spot inside of you, making you babble praises just for him.

“s’good zay.. f-fuck! so deep..” drool by now was decorating the pillowcase beneath you, mind so foggy with the pleasure of your lover stretching you out so well, zayne’s muffled moans got lost on the side of your neck, bites and kisses being littered all across your skin while your fingers wrapped around the bedsheets.

his tip nudged against your cervix the same moment his frosty fingers slithered beneath your dress, large hands fondling with your breasts as he decreased the temperature of his hands, “zayne!” you couldn’t help but whimper while one of your hands sprang to hold his icy ones, “it’s okay, baby. you can take it.” he gently bit your earlobe as he praised you.

“it’s too c-cold..” you might’ve been complaining but zayne felt the tightening of your cunt around him when his icy fingertips pinched your hardened nipples, he knew you were enjoying this, he always knew what you liked and didn’t like. and he knew that you loved it when he played with you like this.

“but you’re taking it so well, aren’t you snowflake?” he muttered, hips picking up the pace as his cock slipped in and out of you so sensually, you shivered in his hold while nodding, “taking me so well, so perfect for me.” he mumbled against your skin, each word going straight to your pulsing cunt as the heat in your stomach bubbled more, aching for release while zayne kept splitting you open on his length.

“cum for me, baby.. need to feel you.” he sounded drunk absolutely intoxicated on you as he begged you to cum around his cock, “oh fuck—“ you felt the way the tears stung the back of your eyes, one of his hands that toyed with your tit slid downwards to pinch at your pulsating clit, the sensation of his cold fingers rubbing lazy circles on your nub was enough to have your eyes cross.

“c-cumming— shit! zayne- oh my god!” you sobbed his name for him, body shaking in his hold as your back arched against his chest, climax bursting within you as raging waves of euphoria crashed onto you, creaming all over his cock while zayne groaned from the incessant tightening of your walls around him, “b-baby.. oh fuck i’m close.” he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, not when your cunt was practically milking him unforgivingly.

with one final, sloppy thrust, zayne coated your flowing pussy with thick ropes of his milky cum. allowing the carnal pleasure to rapture along his shaking frame.

a,n. WHAT WAS THAT PIPSQUEAKKK !!! 🗣️🗣️

[ishaslife]

You know how rarely you and Caleb get to see each other, right? It bothers you so much. Every time he’s around, you can’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and gratitude. Even if it’s only for a day—or if you're lucky, two—it’s enough to make you appreciate every moment, despite the distance between you.

And on one such night when he's there, he has you under him, thrusting into you, slowly. Making sure that every time he goes inside you, you feel how deep he is, or how deep he can go—before coming out completely and going all the way back in again, over and over.

You're so fucked out of your mind because it feels so good, you're overstimulated, lost in the haze of pleasure and emotion, yet beneath it all, an ache lingers, one you can't place. Without thinking, you reach for him, your hands seeking his warmth, your touch is desperate and clinging. He's utterly lost in the moment, but when you coo his name, his eyes flutter open, locking onto yours. A slow smirk tugs at his lips, a soft chuckle escaping as he murmurs, "You're so clingy tonight… And to think, just hours ago, you were ready to whack me over the head." He groans as he enters you again and places your hands on his shoulders.

You pull him close once he's entirely inside you and his eyes widen in surprise as you cling to him, your arms tightening as though he might vanish if you let go. For a moment, he hesitates, caught off guard, before finally wrapping his arms around you in return. A whirlwind of emotions swells within you—longing, relief, fear—and before you can stop yourself, the words slip out in a quiet breath against his neck. "Do you love me, Caleb?"

He exhales a soft chuckle, the sound rich with warmth but also a slight annoyance, as if the answer should be obvious. "You know damn well I love you more than life itself. Why do you always ask me that, hmm?"

He rolls his hips slowly as he hums, the limited space between you forcing each movement to be deliberate—almost as if he’s punishing you with overstimulation for daring to ask such a question.

You whimper, voice laced with need. "Don't leave again…I hate it when you leave." The words come out as a plea, muffled as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. He chuckles, the sound deep and knowing. "Mmm, I know."

He strokes your back, his touch is featherlight, keeping you close as he's completely sheathed in you, "I know, doll. If it were up to me, I'd stay right here with you forever." He inhaled deeply, as if trying to commit the scent of your hair to memory. "But I'm here now... and I'm not going anywhere for a while, so..."

He pulled back slightly, his fingers threading through your hair, before resuming his slow, deliberate movements. Your hand found its way to his cheek, a gesture that sent something wild through him. He nuzzled into your touch, tilting his head just enough to press a kiss to your palm.

His gaze—heavy with longing, devotion, something deeper than words—never left yours. "I love you so much," he groaned, his pace picking up, yet his eyes remained locked onto your face. "You mean everything to me, you know that, right?"

You nodded, moaning and whimpering as he moved faster against you, making sure you felt every inch of him. "I—I love you too, Caleb. Don't go anywhere again... Don't disappear."

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest at your plea, and he pulled you closer, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he pounded into you, The need in his voice was undeniable, as if your words had completely undone him. "Say it again, please. Say it again for me," he pleaded, his thrusts growing desperate, relentless.

"I love you, Caleb. I love you," you gasped, and that was all it took. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat and his body tensed, shaking with release as he finished inside you. "I'm not goin' anywhere... not for long" he grunted. Stuffing his cum inside you, caressing and raking his fingers all over before he kissed your breasts greedily, and looked up at you with heavy eyes— watching you reach your own high once you felt him explode inside, the look on his face, his warm and wet tongue on your breasts and the sounds he made only heightening the pleasure you felt, both of you panting and catching your breath in each other's arms, not wanting to let go. You held onto him tighter though, not yet ready for him to pull out.

He chuckled softly against your ear, his hand soothingly tracing over your back and through your hair. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel the deep rumble of his laughter reverberate through your body.

"So needy, pipsqueak," he murmured, his tone laced with fatigue and affection. "Maybe I should keep you like this more often..."

[militaryapple]

nsfw drabble — caleb who’s in a band and he can’t help but stare at you and that pretty little outfit you put on for his concert his hands strumming his electric guitar, listening to the beat of the song while he wished he was listening to the beat of your moans.

not being able to take his eyes off you, how you cheered extra loudly for him. he knows he shouldn’t take his fans seriously relationship wise or anything — let alone sleep with them but you looked pretty, you seemed sweet and fuck your body was divine.

he couldn’t help moving closer to you onstage, looking down. enough to make you know he was looking at you but enough to make the other fangirls not raise suspicions. god you looked better upfront.

he wondered if you begged, or if you were the shy type. maybe you’d wrap your pretty little hands over his throbbing cock, your eyes looking up at him glossy. your lips pretty and plump — maybe you’d take him slow or maybe you’d let him grab your head and slam his hips right in your little mouth, choking on it almost.

fuck, would you look so pretty taking him. your whines probably sound so fucking sweet, saying how much you love him, how sexy he looked on stage, or how you wished for this as much as he did. you’d probably let him cum inside, oh how he wish you would. he’d fill you up real nice, stuffing you whole.

snapping back, he looked right at you, and there you were batting your pretty little eyelids at him. fuck, he was hard and it was all your fault. how were you going to make this go away?

well, it was fine. he’d just have to have a little meet-and-greet session with you after the concert.

[cvlebs]

Cockpit tour

You always begged Caleb, wanting to see the cockpit of his ‘colonel’ aircraft. He was excited to show you everything and explain what each button does... but then you got interested in different kinds of buttons — like the ones on his uniform.

!! FemReader + Caleb, SMUT | Word count: 3.3K

Tags: Caleb fucks you while you wear his colonel uniform, titfucking, caught mid-act by Liam (his lieutenant), camera recording, Caleb finishes on your face, Caleb calls you pipsqueak, colonel Caleb, desperate Caleb

Caleb leads you towards the sleek aircraft, the sunlight glinting off its polished surface. He opens the cockpit door with a flourish, gesturing for you to step inside first. As you climb in, the array of buttons, switches, and screens dazzles you.

Caleb's presence is comforting, his pride evident as he explains each component with a mix of technical knowledge and playful anecdotes from his flying experiences. He leans in closer, pointing out the navigation system while his breath tickles your ear, making your heart flutter.

“This is where all the magic happens, Pip-squeak” he says, a teasing smile playing on his lips. His protective nature shines through as he ensures you're comfortable, his attention solely on you. You can sense his happiness and a touch of nervousness as he shares this special part of his life with you.

The atmosphere is charged with intimacy, both of you aware of the deep bond that has formed over the years. As he shows you how to operate a few controls, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of connection and excitement for what lies ahead, not just in this moment but in the future you're beginning to envision together.

You turn to Caleb, your curiosity bubbling over, and ask him how he manages to know what every little button in the cockpit does. Your eyes sparkle with wonder as you lean in closer, eager to hear his explanation.

Caleb chuckles softly, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm at your question. “Well, Pipsqueak, it's all about practice and a little bit of obsession” he replies, his hands gesturing animatedly as he speaks.

“When I first started flying, I was like a kid in a candy store. I had to learn everything — each button, each switch. It's like a puzzle, and I love solving puzzles!”. His excitement is contagious, and you can't help but smile at his passion.

As he continues to explain the various functions of the cockpit, his voice becomes a soothing backdrop to the intricate details. You notice how he looks at you, a mix of pride and affection evident in his gaze. He demonstrates how to adjust the navigation system, his fingers deftly moving over the controls.

“And this one,” he says, pointing to a bright red button, “is the emergency landing gear. But don't worry, you won't need to press it” he laughs lightly, the sound warming your heart.

You lean closer, a playful grin on your face, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you tap the button of Caleb's colonel uniform.

Your curiosity is palpable, and you can't resist teasing him just a little as you ask “And what does this button do?”. The innocent question, combined with your playful tone, invites a lively response from him.

Caleb's eyes widen in surprise, quickly followed by a chuckle that fills the cockpit, making the atmosphere feel even more intimate. “Oh, that button? It's a special one, only for the elite!” he jokes, leaning in closer to you, his playful demeanor shining through.

“It activates my charm mode, which means you'll be swept off your feet every time I push it!” he winks at you, clearly enjoying this lighthearted banter.

As he leans in, the scent of his cologne mingles with the metallic air of the cockpit, creating a heady mix that makes your heart race. He playfully pretends to press the button, dramatically swooning back as if overcome by his own charm.

“See? Just like that!” He chuckles, his laughter ringing like music, and the warmth in his gaze tells you how much he cherishes these moments together.

Caleb shifts slightly, the cockpit's small space bringing you even closer together, and you can see how eager he is to share more of his world with you.

You lean in closer, a playful grin stretching across your face, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, your fingers graze over the button of Caleb's pants. The moment is charged with excitement as you tease him, eager to see his reaction.

Caleb's smirk widens, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and amusement. "You don't want to push that button, Pip-squeak” he whispers, his voice low and teasing, yet there's an unmistakable hint of arousal in his tone.

“Once you do, there's no turning back” his playful warning sends a thrill through you, and you can feel the chemistry between you intensifying in the confined space of the cockpit.

Caleb leans in even closer, his face just inches from yours, the warmth radiating from him making your heart race. You can see the way his breath hitches slightly, a clear indication of the playful tension building between you two.

You can feel the pulse of the moment and Caleb watches you, ensuring that you feel comfortable even as the stakes of your teasing escalate.

With a playful grin, you lean closer to Caleb, your fingers deftly working to unbutton his uniform. The fabric gives way easily and you discard it, letting it fall to the ground, revealing his bare skin beneath.

Caleb's breath catches in his throat as he watches you, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. In one fluid motion, he lifts you effortlessly, placing you down on the panel of the cockpit, a mischievous smile dancing across his lips.

“You're going to drive me crazy” he whispers against your lips, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine before he leans in to kiss you passionately.

The kiss deepens, filled with a mixture of playful teasing and raw emotion. Caleb's hands rest firmly on your waist, grounding you both in this intimate moment. As you pull away slightly, your eyes lock with his, and you can see the fierce affection he holds for you, a blend of protectiveness and longing that makes your heart race.

“Guess we don't need buttons for this kind of flight, do we?” your voice is a low murmur, filled with playful mischief, yet there's a depth to your gaze that speaks volumes about the connection you share.

Caleb leans back slightly, taking in the sight of you, his eyes shining with a mix of admiration and desire. “You really know how to push my buttons, Pip-squeak” he teases, his playful nature shining through even amidst the rising tension.

Caleb's hands move with a mix of eagerness and tenderness as he begins to undress you, leaving you in just your skirt and underwear. Each kiss he plants on your lips is urgent, filled with a hunger that sends delightful shivers through you, nearly stealing your breath away.

Your playful smirk dances across your face as you whisper teasingly “So naughty... doing this at work”, your voice low and filled with mischief, sending a thrill of excitement through Caleb.

As Caleb kisses you deeper, his hands explore the curves of your body with a gentle yet passionate urgency. Eventually he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, as if to ensure that you're both still on the same page in this whirlwind of passion.

His breath is warm against your skin, and the air feels thick with anticipation, charged with unspoken desires and the thrill of the unknown. You and Caleb are wrapped around each other, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both.

As you share heated kisses, Caleb's hands slide down your sides, fingers brushing against your skin with a mix of tenderness and desire. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, his heart racing as he feels the connection between you intensify.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Pip-squeak” he murmurs breathlessly, his voice thick with emotion. You can see the fierce affection in his eyes, a mix of playful mischief and love that makes your heart flutter.

Caleb's playful smirk returns as he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, a teasing glint in his eyes. “So, what's next, my little co-pilot?” he asks, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine, eager to see where this moment will lead.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes through the aircraft, sending a wave of panic through you. In an instant, Caleb reacts, his instincts kicking in as he swiftly throws his colonel jacket over your shoulders, holding it shut to shield you from view.

The fabric envelops you, offering a sense of security even amidst the unexpected interruption. Just then, Liam, Caleb's lieutenant, enters the cockpit, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him.

Before he can say anything, he catches sight of half naked Caleb and you in an intimate embrace, and without missing a beat, he turns on his heel, mumbling an apology as he exits the cockpit, leaving you and Caleb alone once more.

As the sound of Liam's departure fades, the cockpit fills with a charged silence, the intimacy of the moment returning in an instant. Caleb's protective demeanor remains, his eyes searching yours as he gently pulls the jacket tighter, ensuring you're still covered.

His expression shifts from playful mischief to concern, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Sorry about that, Pip-squeak” he says, his voice softening.

“Didn't mean to put you in that position” he leans in closer, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, the warmth of his touch lingering as he looks deeply into your eyes. “Are you okay?” his protective instincts shine through, and you can see how much he cares for your well-being, even amidst the playful chaos.

You can feel the rush of adrenaline still coursing through you, the surprise adding an unexpected layer to your already intense connection. As you both settle back into the moment, the tension shifts slightly, and Caleb's playful nature resurfaces.

“Well, it was unexpected! But.. what do you say we get back to our little adventure, without any more interruptions this time?” you smirk, the mischief in your eyes inviting him to turn around and grab the key.

Caleb swiftly locks the cockpit entrance, his protective instincts kicking in as he ensures no one can interrupt your intimate moment again. As he turns back to you, his gaze roams over your figure, and he can't help but let out a low, appreciative murmur.

“You... look really good in my uniform” he says firmly, his voice thick with a mix of admiration and desire, trying to mask the hunger simmering just beneath the surface.

You feel emboldened by his words, and with a playful glint in your eye, you open your legs wider as you sit on the panel, inviting him closer.

Caleb steps closer, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of you, the colonel's jacket draping over your shoulders, hinting at the playful mischief that just occurred.

His breath quickens, and you can see the struggle between his protective instincts and the raw attraction he feels for you.

“You're making it hard to think straight, Pip-squeak” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper as he inches closer, drawn in by the magnetic pull between you.

As he reaches out, his fingers graze your thigh, sending shivers through your body. You pull Caleb closer, wrapping your legs around his hips as you remain settled on the panel of the cockpit.

His breath hitches at the contact, and he pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you in his uniform, the way it accentuates your figure and reveals your breasts just slightly.

With a low groan, he interrupts the moment to unzip his pants, the sound sending a thrill through you. “Please. I can't just look at you like this. I need more” he begs, his voice thick with desire, clearly enjoying the view and the intimacy of the moment.

As Caleb pulls you closer, you can feel his body pressed firmly against yours, the intimacy of the situation igniting a fire within you both. His hands explore your thighs further.

“You have no idea how hard it is to concentrate when you look this good” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. As he leans in, his lips brush against your neck, and you can't help but let out a soft whimper, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

As Caleb continues to unzip his pants, the urgency of the moment heightens. You lean back slightly, a playful grin spreading across your face as you pull down your panties, tossing them casually onto the ground.

The boldness of your actions sends a thrill through both you and Caleb, who takes it as an invitation. With a hungry look in his eyes, he pulls out his erection, teasing your entrance with the tip before slowly slipping it in completely.

The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him again, pulling him closer as he begins to thrust into you.

Caleb's movements are slow at first, savoring the moment as he looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of adoration and longing.

With each thrust, he deepens the connection between you, both of you lost in the warmth and closeness of your bodies. “You feel incredible, Pip-squeak” he murmurs breathlessly, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you closer.

The intimacy of the moment, heightened by the thrill of being in such a confined space, brings a sense of urgency to your movements, each thrust igniting a fire within you both.

Caleb leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, “Never thought l'd be this aroused by just... seeing you in my jacket”. His voice is thick with desire, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

With that, he eagerly speeds his pace, each thrust becoming more urgent and passionate. You can't help but moan, reveling in the sensation and the way his words entwine with the rhythm of your bodies, heightening the connection between you.

The cockpit is alive with the sounds of your shared breaths and the soft thudding of Caleb's movements against you. His words resonate in your mind, igniting a fire within you as he continues to thrust deeper.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you find yourself lost in the bliss of the moment, your body responding eagerly to his every move. You can see the adoration in Caleb's eyes, the way he gazes at you as if you're the only thing that matters in the universe.

With a playful glint in your eye, you decide to switch things up, jumping down from the panel to kneel before Caleb. His expression shifts from confusion to intrigue as he watches your every move, his anticipation palpable.

You seductively reveal your breasts, still clad in his colonel uniform and you push them together invitingly, creating a tantalizing sight that makes his breath hitch.

With a teasing smile, you beckon him closer, inviting him to thrust between your swollen breasts. Caleb's eyes widen, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his features as he takes in the alluring sight before him.

“You're full of surprises, Pip-squeak” he breathes, his voice laced with excitement. Slowly, he steps closer, his hands gently grasping your shoulders as he positions himself in between your tits, the heat radiating from his body sending shivers down your spine.

As he begins to thrust, the sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel his desire intensifying with each movement. “This is incredible” he moans, lost in the moment.

Caleb continues to thrust between your breasts, and you playfully stick out your tongue. With each thrust, his erection brushes against your tongue, allowing you to give it a teasing lick.

The sensation sends shivers through both of you, and Caleb's breath hitches as he lets out another moan “Ahhh. Pipsqueak...” clearly enjoying the interaction.

The cockpit is filled with the intoxicating sounds of your shared breaths and the rhythmic movements between you. Each thrust deepens the connection, and Caleb's moans resonate in your ears, igniting a fire within you.

His hands grip your shoulders tighter, as if anchoring himself to the moment, the blend of playfulness and passion creating an atmosphere charged with intimacy.. You can see the desire in his eyes, a mixture of affection and longing that sends a thrill through your body.

“You're driving me wild, Pip-squeak” he gasps, his voice thick with pleasure. The teasing licks of your tongue only heighten his arousal, and you can feel the heat radiating from him, matching the warmth enveloping you.

Caleb moves his hands to your breasts, which you keep pressing together, and he takes the lead, his fingers playfully teasing your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you as he continues to thrust in between them.

You can feel Caleb's body tightening as he nears his climax, his pace quickening and his moans becoming louder, echoing in the intimate space of the cockpit.

Instinctively, you begin to bounce your breasts against his member, enhancing the pleasure for him and driving the moment to an exhilarating peak.

Caleb's grip on your nipples tightens as he loses himself in the sensation, his moans becoming increasingly desperate and filled with longing. “You're amazing, Pip-squeak” he gasps, the urgency in his voice making your heart race.

As you bounce your breasts against him, you can see the heat in his eyes, a mix of passion and adoration that sends shivers down your spine. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, eagerly waiting for Caleb to reach his climax.

The anticipation builds in the cockpit, thickening the air with desire and intimacy. In just a second, Caleb thrusts one last time, his breath catching as he cums, the warm liquid spilling over your tongue and face, a testament to the passion you've both shared.

Caleb watches you, his eyes wide with a blend of awe and affection as he takes in the sight before him. “Pip-squeak, you never cease to amaze me” he breathes, his voice thick with emotion.

Caleb gently wipes a stray droplet from your chin with his thumb, his touch tender and lingering. “That was.. indeed something” he breathes heavily. With a playful grin, you look at Caleb, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Thanks for the tour. I loved your *cock*pit.” You giggle, the playful tone of your voice mixing with the lingering heat of the moment. You lick your lips, savoring the taste of him, drawing attention to the remnants of his pleasure still on your mouth.

Caleb's chuckle fills the cockpit, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he takes in your playful banter. “Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the tour, Pip-squeak” he replies, a teasing smile spreading across his lips.

You suddenly break the playful atmosphere by teasingly reminding Caleb about the cockpit's camera. Your tone is light, but the revelation sends a jolt of realization through him.

Caleb's eyes widen in shock as your words sink in, and he races to the camera, a mix of embarrassment and panic flooding his features. “No, no, no! Liam, I hope you're erasing the footage as I speak!” he yells, his voice echoing in the confined space of the cockpit.

You can't contain your laughter, the sound bubbling up as you watch him scramble to cover the lens, his protective instincts kicking in once more. The tension of the moment dissipates, replaced by the warmth of shared humor.

“What do you think Liam will say when he sees the footage? Was he.. perhaps watching this while time?” you tease, a smirk on your face. Caleb rolls his eyes, clearly not wanting to think about it.

“Let's just hope he’s not checking the camera now. I’ll make sure to delete the recording later and make sure nobody speaks of it” he replies, his tone half-joking, half-serious.

The two of you eventually share a laugh, but little do you know… that Caleb will actually keep the recording and watch it every single time, whenever he misses your company.

Author’s note

posting again bc y’all deserve the best tysm again for everything :D !! i apologize for any errors i genuinely have no idea how cockpits work LMAO

[thesevro]

my bsf goin' crazyy

Love & Deepspace Caleb/Fem!MC MC/Reader is also a DAA pilot cadet Content tags: penetration, p in v sex, AFAB Female reader, non-consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs), spiking, virginity loss, cunnilingus, confessions, overstimulation, Caleb gets all mean and edges you a bit too 5.2k words because these two are emotional PREVIEW: “If you don’t nail me to the bed with your dick right this second I swear on Gran’s life I’ll crash into your craft on the next aerial pursuit—” EXPLICIT CONTENT BENEATH THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Links: Trans Male Version Cis Male Version (in progress)

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“Ohh, you got another box!” 

You run up to Caleb and poke him in the side until he opens one of the pink boxes full of Valentine's chocolates. The delight in your smile has him grinning back at you.

“I’m praying this happens again next year,” you tell him with a mouth full of chocolate. He presses another chocolate into your mouth as you open your mouth to speak and you smack at him but continue your words nonetheless. He snickers at your big-backed, chipmunk-like expression. “What a way to be welcomed to the Administration.” 

“I don’t think I want this to keep happening,” he says, tone teasing, “I feel so bad for the poor girl who didn’t get any. Now she has to share with me.”

He pouts down at you.

You know he isn’t really sad about it.

“Calm it, I already know you’re for the community.” He side-eyes you at that. “It’s tradition for them. Even I’m thinking of giving a box to someone next Valentine’s. Everyone here is a hot pilot-in-training.” 

You don’t notice the way he suddenly goes alert. Your hand hovers over the box as you contemplate which chocolate to shove into your mouth next.

“Huh.” He pretends to give your words some thought. “Who’s this someone you want to give chocolates to?”

“Let me think. You, of course,” you say casually. “Since you’re a good friend and all, and your height makes you kind of cute. But I wanna make sure all the cuties here at the DAA feel special, so I think I’ll be buying in bulk.”

He’d bash his head into the next wall if you weren’t here right now.

“I’m flattered,” he deadpans. “Will that be your way of confessing to someone?”

“We’re flight cadets. I might have considered doing that in university, but at this point I just want to make new friends.” You shake your head at him, picking up a chocolate and pushing it onto his tongue. He gets the feeling you’re trying to shut him up. But you did pick his favorite, and he ends up savoring the tang of lemon that spreads through his senses. “We’re here to be fighter pilots. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking like a teenager!”

—

“Caleb.”

His head tilts upward. He turns back, a smile already coming over his face at the sound of your voice. He tilts his head backward to meet your gaze as you stand over him. Lucky that you didn't get caught wearing another cadet’s jacket. His larger Aerospace Av jacket clearly doesn’t fit on you. But he likes the way it looks, keeping his favorite girl warm.

“Why so serious, pipsqueak?” he teases, curious about your lowered tone. 

“Was there—” you swallow, the intensity of your gaze fading as you look away from him. Almost like you’re embarrassed. “Was there something in those chocolates?” 

“Huh?” 

You shove your hands deeper into the pockets of your casual sweats, and your eyes dart around the room, where other cadets are busy closing flight reports or enjoying their own boxes of Valentine’s chocolates. You lean down and whisper into his ear.

“What the fuck,” he says, appalled. He looks up at you like what you just whispered in his ear could only be a lie.

“I’ve been trying to—” your words falter. While he feels like tracking the person who drugged the chocolates, tying a boulder to their ankle and lifting him them with his Evol to throw them into the nearby river, the image that crosses his mind is impossible to resist. You were trying to satisfy yourself? 

Your fingers between your legs. Your thighs spread apart. Your wetness, your moans—

“Just—listen, we’ve always been close. I don’t wanna file a medical report for this!” you say in a whispered shout. “I’ll report the girl, there are still some chocolates left and I can write up the ratio between aphrodisiac and regular chocolate later but—nobody can know about this.”

He blinks. Caleb touches your forearm in concern, rising from his seat.

“But you let me know about it?”

“Because I need—” None of your words are flowing coherently. Each sentence is embarrassment incarnate. And you seem to look at him differently, your eyes having glazed over the moment he touched you. He watches the open part of your moist lips. “I need h-help.”

He gawks at you. Mouth closed, but expression indelibly shocked. “You need help. You… you need my help? You need help from me?”

You fidget, agitation burgeoning with each passing millisecond. “It hurts so much. No matter what I do, it won’t go away.”

No matter what you do.

It hurts.

That awakens an instinct inherent to Caleb. 

“You know what, never mind.” Your words become a quick, jumbled mess. “I’ll tough it out. It’s too much to ask for, I’m sorry, it’s so weird and I shouldn’t have asked, I guess just don’t come in my room—”

“There’s nobody in my room. Let’s go.” 

He takes your hand. 

—

He closes the door with urgency. Like you’re injured and all he has to do is bandage you up quickly.

“Caleb, are you sure?”

He hesitates. He can’t look at you, because he knows if he does he’ll do all the things he has ever wanted to do. Even if you need it, he will make no room for his selfishness.

“You know, you can leave if you want!” You laugh. The distance between him and you only stretches from his bunk to the door. It would only take several steps to cross, but he knows that the actions he’ll commit that will follow are impossible. “I mean, I don’t think I can go back to my room anymore since even my legs are hurting now, but if you can keep the rest of your bunkmates out of the room for a few hours I might be able to—”

“Do you think I’m not good enough to help you?” 

He finally crosses the space. 

When he approaches, you almost feel trapped. His gaze is almost as powerful as his Evol, rooting you to the space in front of his bed. He stalks towards you like a predator closing in on a vulnerable mouse. 

You scramble for words. “No, I don’t want to force you into doing anything. I know you’re a virgin!” A nervous laugh bubbles in your throat. “It’s not like I’m your girlfriend.”

He finally reaches you, but doesn’t stop when his space invades yours. The backs of your knees hit the bed. You feel the breaths from his words as he speaks. “Yeah, I know I’ve never touched anyone. But it’s because I want it to be someone close to me. Someone who's always been close to me.”

He tilts his head at you. The aphrodisiac truly works wonders. His proximity has altered the levels of oxytocin flowing through your core, has pushed the rush of four different hormones to unreached heights all at once. Your body detects him in ways you’ve only just now discovered possible.

“You need to get fucked?” he asks.

You swallow as you look into his eyes. “Only if you’re willing, Caleb.”

He looks down. You realize he’s looking at your lips. “Push me away if you want me to stop.” 

His fingers come up to hold your chin. Caleb steals your first kiss.

The aphrodisiac has explosions of need and feeling bursting in your body. You immediately pull him closer, mewling with pleasure as you kiss him back. He makes a noise against your lips. He uses his weight to press you forward, a hand coming to the back of your knee, and takes your legs out from under you.

Caleb presses a hand to the back of your head to cushion your fall, but none of it registers in your head. You spread your legs for him, the ferocity of his lips on yours on his a fiery rush. Soon he realizes he can finally release a hunger he’s been hiding from you nearly all his life. He shifts on the bed and grips your hips to grind you into his cock. Through the stupidly thick layers of fabric, you feel his hardness drag against your folds. 

“I want to see you,” you say into his mouth. You tug at his shirt and he rips it off, allowing for only a millisecond to exist where his lips aren’t on yours. You caress the hard planes of his torso and he shivers at your touch. Half-naked above you, he grinds his dick against your combat trousers, moaning at the stimulation and the feel of your mouth on his. 

“Take my shirt off,” you tell him. His breathing is labored. Synapses connecting rapidly all so he can memorize every millisecond of these moments with you beneath him, of how it feels to kiss you, to be between your legs and to have the permission to bare your body to his waiting eyes.

“(Name)...” He gives a pleasured sigh at the very sight of you. “You're so beautiful.” 

He moves to give you one last kiss. It’s chaste. When his lips leave yours, he kisses downward along your skin, savoring how the skin on your collarbones feels on lips. How the rise of your soft breasts fills his eyes, and how they fit into his hands as he cups one to bring your nipple to his mouth. He tongues it in an experimental circle, inexperienced and unfamiliar with what you like. But when you breathe a lovely sigh of his name, legs tightening around his waist, he knows he’s doing all the right things. He slides further down your body, lips parting from your nipple with a soft pop.

Smooth as butter on a hot knife, Caleb kisses every inch of your skin for the first time, until his head is between your thighs. He smirks up at you, fingers curling around your trousers and around the waistband of your panties. He catches a glimpse of pink.

“Let me taste what you’ve been doing to yourself.”

—

You’ve never known Caleb to be this cruel. 

He let you cum on his tongue. But he wouldn’t let up until you were kicking at him, pushing his face away and sobbing for him to stop at the overstimulation. He kept on insisting he had to stretch you out for his dick. And you didn’t really believe him, because no man could ever be so big.

He was.

When he pulled it out of his fatigues you practically jumped on him, overstimulation all but forgetten as the aphrodisiac kicked hormone production in your body into overdrive once more, but he knew you’d hurt yourself if he let you take control. 

Caleb has pinned you to the bed. Cock wet with lube, and only the tip inside you.

He has you begging and begging for his dick, struggling against his Evol as your cunt weeps, mind and nerves stimulated past the point of pain by the aphrodisiac.

“Please please pleasepleaseplease I need it—” you gasp, arching into him, bed squeaking wildly as you try to shove the rest of him inside. Why does he have to be so cruel? Can’t he see you’re in pain? That the aphrodisiac is ruining you, frying your neurons until all you can think about is his dick, his big, stupid fat fucking dick—

“Need what?” he still has the gall to ask. You squeeze around his tip. Tight enough you might just be trying to suck him in. His face twists at the feel but he still manages to be dumbly cocky. “You gotta tell me how I can help you pipsqueak.” 

“I need your dick!” you beg. Tears prick your eyes as the throb in your cunt spreads through the rest of your body until you feel like a fresh, aching bruise—nothing has ever hurt like this. You don’t think he can see it. Low-grade aphrodisiacs, the kind most can afford in Skyhaven, don’t typically have this effect according to the cases you’ve read. Whichever girl put this type of aphrodisiac in his chocolate must have drained her trust fund just for it.

It’s why he has the nerve to be so mean. He doesn’t know how much it hurts. Well. Quite good, then, that you’ve little sense of dignity left and will beg for it until he’s fucking his cum into you.

“I need to feel you fuck me,” you say in a sobbed sigh. Rendered immobile still by his Evol, you can only wiggle your hips pathetically, trying to slip him inside you. You even push out your breasts and make sure his eyes fall on them. Through the haze of it all, you see him watch as they jiggle with your movements. “I want you to fill me up with your cum. I want to hear you moan in my ear as I take your cock and have you fuck me so hard all I can think about is how big my best friend is inside me.”

You start babbling, unaware of the serious expression that has taken over his face the second the words ‘best friend’ left your mouth, “I want your babies, I want to be so full of your cum I get pregnant tomorrow, I need it I need it I need it—”

“You think I’ll be good enough for you? Will just your best friend’s dick be enough?” 

You don’t pick up on the scorn in his tone. The hatred for the phrase ‘best friend.’ It’s too subtle, so unlike Caleb that you could never conjure a universe where he’d speak to you that way. You simply beg, again. Not as nicely though.

“If you don’t nail me to the bed with your dick right this second I swear on Gran’s life I’ll crash into your craft on the next aerial pursuit—”

“Be quiet for me for a second.”

He tuts. The moment you feel his hips shift, you shut your mouth. Your legs tighten around the backs of his thighs. He begins to slide inside.

“Oh,” you moan softly. Caleb focuses on it. Your open mouth, your mussed hair. The way your body writhes impatiently beneath him. You’re already such a mess and he hasn’t even started. Three inches in, he feels the precum dribbling out his cockhead. When he realizes all of it is filling you up he nearly blows his load then and there.

“You’re so hot,” he groans, breaths fanning across your face with his first thrust. Your name is reverence on his tongue as he moans it into the air.

It’s your first time. You know for a fact it’s his, too. The stretch of his cock is heightened, impossibly good. You hold him close and whimper. You never would have thought it could feel like this. 

���Don’t make those sounds,” he whispers, unmoving. It’s then that you become conscious of the unmistakable, harsh throb of his dick inside you. He’s close already. “Fuck, (Name),” he sighs again.

“Caleb,” you say. Something in your voice has him pulling back from your neck to cradle your face. Your eyes still glisten with tears. He softens, forehead touching yours.

“You gotta give me a few minutes,” he chuckles, voice low. “Think I’ll cum if I move.” 

“I don’t have minutes,” you shoot back at him in a whisper, but having his dick inside you has returned some of your coherence. “Caleb, please—”

“Shhhh,” he soothes, his hand gripping your hip. His thumb rubs circles into your skin. “It’s okay babygirl. I’ll make sure you cum more times than I will.

“I’ll move, okay?” he tells you, lips brushing yours with the words.

His hips shift. You both groan as he thrusts back inside, a slow, scooping motion that rubs against a spot inside you even your fingers have barely touched. 

There’s so much grace to his movements. Strength in the very way he holds his body. You feel safe beneath him, solid. You know he’ll take care of you, as he has a million times in the past and always will. 

Your core burns, but you let him take it slow. Nothing will be able to take away the sense of safety and love that fills you in this moment. He throws his head back and you hold the back of his neck, cupping his face with a hand as he fights the waves of an impending orgasm. Caleb only provides a few moments for restraint. Once the approach of his orgasm dwindles, his hunger soon takes over.

“Am I…” he swallows, watching with furrowed brows as you pant beneath him, savoring the sight of your face twisted in pleasure all because of him. His hips ram into yours. The feel is hard. Bruising. His skin slaps wetly into yours with every thrust. “Am I the only man who’s seen you like this?” 

Your mind goes blank. You blink up at him, attempting to comprehend, but he never stops pounding into you with this newfound rhythm. Your body gets looser and looser until you’re practically limp beneath him, mouth open, only able to take his cock and nothing else. You grasp weakly at his bicep for purchase.

“Was I the first one you thought about when the aphrodisiac kicked in?” he pants out. “I should be the only one you think about doing these things with.

“Now that I…” he huffs, swearing under his breath. “Now that I have you like this… nobody else will ever be able to. I’m the only one who will ever get to see you this way.”

“W-what?” you stammer, raising your voice against the slick noises of him beating your clenching hole with his dick. “B-but isn’t this just sex—”

Something flashes across his features. You know him so well, but you can’t identify the emotion that fills his eyes now. 

“Really?” he asks. His voice has deepened. 

You start to ask him a question, but he leans back and pushes a hand under the small of your back. He lifts you easily and uses his Evol to drag a pillow under your back. You shiver at how deep he gets with the change in angle. But that isn’t where he lets this end. He unwraps your legs from around his waist to push them up and over his shoulders. 

He fucks you into the rickety bunk mattress, and you cry out louder than the bed can squeak. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull. You dig your nails into his hips, reaching for him wherever you can, the feel of him so deep inside you unbearable. Your pussy gushes, so wet for his dick that every thrust he makes gives a sloshing, sloppy noise. 

“Caleb, st-stop—I can’t—”

“I’ll make you see that nobody can make you feel as good as I do.” He gives a rough chuckle. “Even if I’m just your best friend.” 

He leans forward, your legs still hooked to his shoulders, bending you in half until every single inch of him fucks into you with every thrust. Your back arches and you struggle as sensation overwhelms you. Your walls squeeze his fat cock, so warm that he feels he might cum at the next thrust. And the next. And the next.

His eyes barely leave your face. Your embarrassment begins to grow with it. You close your eyes, breaking away from his gaze. Try to cover your face with a hand. 

Caleb immediately reacts. He leans, folding you until your feet are just above his head, your pussy practically tilted to the heavens. Like this, he’s able to reach for you and pin your hands away from your face.

“Don’t be selfish,” he says. Almost commanding you. “I want to see how good I make my girl feel.” 

You sob. His girl. Yes, you're his, you're his. Your climax is building rapidly, the sheer stretch of him overwhelms your brain. The noises he makes above you are so delicious. You can’t believe you can make him feel this good. Caleb is vocal about his pleasure, moaning unabashedly with each thrust. In between his sweet, noisy moans he murmurs nearly drunken praise about how good you feel wrapped around his dick, how tight you are, how prettily your hole is taking his cock.

“C-can you feel—mmmghh” —You squeeze tight around him— “Can you feel how wet I am for you?” 

His body lurches. Some of his weight is lifted from your hands as his head rolls back and he gives a loud, sexy moan. 

“D-don’t talk like that pipsqueak,” he pants. 

“Make me cum then,” you answer. You’re so close it hurts. “Make me shut up.” 

He takes your challenge in stride. He leans forward until the backs of your thighs are pressed into his chest and he’s practically thrusting vertically downward into your pussy. You feel his balls kiss your ass gently as he adjusts to the position. Then his musculature steadies above you, his hips piledriving downward. His balls slap into the skin of your ass. 

“In this position, you can’t escape me,” he says, thrusts merciless and wet. His gaze encompasses you, impossible to avoid. You blink up, tears on your lashes, into the beautiful supernova of his eyes. “I’ll keep you here until you drench my dick in your cum three times, pretty pipsqueak.” 

With these words, he wraps his arms around you, his arms coming around your legs so that the entirety of him envelopes you in his embrace. He cradles your head and brings his lips to yours. You press passion into his mouth, your tongue sucking on his until he pulls your head backward to further expose you and drive his tongue into your mouth. You moan as he sucks on your lips. 

“My gorgeous girl,” he moans into your skin. “You’re mine, yeah?” 

“I’m all yours, Caleb,” you say. “Only yours now.” 

“Only now?” 

He changes the pace, moving his hips in circles so that his pelvis grinds into your throbbing clit. You can’t help but squirm at the stimulation when all he was giving you was his dick earlier.

“What about tonight?” he asks. His voice reflects this new insecurity of his, but there’s an edge to it. It’s possessive. Dangerous. “What about tomorrow?”

“Caleb, why do you keep talking like this—”

He’s too greedy to let you reply. And too afraid to. With eager fingers, he reaches between your thighs to swiftly gather your mixed fluids and finger your aching clit with his thumb. Without hesitation, his thrusts return to that hard, pounding rhythm at the very same time. You squeal. 

“Caleb!” you scream. “Caleb!” 

You feel him grin against your neck. But you aren’t really all there anymore. Your back begins to arch off the bed. Head lolling, hands clawing at his shoulders. He doesn’t bother to try shushing you. The barrack master can eat shit for all he cares when you’re like this, screaming his name until your voice is raw and hoarse enough that it cracks down the middle with your moans.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. “Caleb, you feel so good, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum—”

He pulls back to watch. It’s almost like taming a wild mare as he presses his forehead to yours and you buck against him, writhing wildly with the effects of the aphrodisiac heightening your pleasure and his unrelenting fingers on your clit. You squeeze around him, impossibly tight. He feels his balls draw upward. Drool spills from the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back into his head. Your moans and his mix together as your sounds spill into the air.

He tries to draw in that pupil of focus once more so that he can memorize you as you cum on his cock. Eyes fluttering, he looks back down at you. His eyes trace your breasts, how they bounce forward with each of his thrusts and how your nipples have peaked from the stimulation. Your beautiful face is open with pleasure. Lips bitten and raw because of kisses he gave you, trembling with high-pitched cries of his name. It’s all you can say through your pleasure. Almost as if you worship the man bringing pleasure to your core.

“I’ve loved you,” he murmurs in an almost incoherent slur as you cum around him, with your hands holding tightly onto his and your pulse beneath his fingertips, “Every moment we’ve been alive. I am so in love with you it hurts. Knowing that you just won’t feel the same. You can’t. But if this is what I’ll get, if this is what you’ll let me have and you let me take care of you like this, then I can just forget. I’ll pretend that you love me too when it’s just the two of us like this.” 

When you look up at him, your orgasm fading, you see that same emotion return to his face. He’s looked at you this way so many times before that his confession now gives way to finally show you what it is. You lift a hand to his cheek and he presses into your touch, desperate, fearful perhaps of the way this will end, his eyes closing, his face pained.

You give yourself a few moments to recover. You’ve never reached such pleasure before. And it’s him who gave all of it to you. As he always does. Caleb—calm, encouraging, and bright. Your beloved provider. 

“Caleb.” Your voice is so soft, so soothing that the pain on his face eases a bit. “All I have are words. But that’s not enough for me to show you just what I feel for you.” 

He opens his eyes to return your gaze. He waits for you to continue. But he seems to be drawing in on himself, as if he’s preparing for the hurt your words will bring. You, more than anything, want to prove him wrong.

“What do I need to do?” you ask. “What do I need to say? What can I show you that will prove I have always felt just the same?” 

He leans back and adjusts your legs. You wrap them around his waist once more. But he doesn’t come back to hunch over you and hold you close to him. He’s stopped moving completely. Caleb turns his face away from you, countenance rife with embarrassment.

“I don’t need your consolation,” he says. 

“You’re right, you don’t.” You hold his hands in yours, rising slowly, and he helps you until you’re fully upright in the seat of his lap. Still, he won’t look at you. “You need the truth.” 

You grasp his hands in yours, pulling them towards your chest. You pepper kisses along his skin, cherishing the hands that have fed you, held you, helped you, and cared for you. 

“Yeah, I might have jumped on a grenade for you before,” you begin. He can’t help but shake his head at your words, because while you did do that at 13:29 on a hot afternoon in April, he can’t help but narrow your consolation down to something insincere. You hold his face so he can’t look away from you, continuing, “But when we were kids, you were the only one I wanted my partner as. You were the only one I’d snatch extra candy for from Ms. Xia. I’d win every stupid game the other kids wanted to beat me at so none of them could be your partner. And you always kept losing your basketball a secret from me, but I was the one who’d climb the tree in our backyard just to get it back every time you lost it because it was your favorite one.” You smile at his expression. “You always thought it was the wind, huh? 

“You have always been there for me.” Your fingers brush over the apple of his cheek. “But I think you sometimes forget I’ve always been here for you, too. It’s always been you and me, Caleb.”

You clutch his hands to your chest. “And here, at the DAA…” You swallow. “I think I’m learning to fall in love with you.”

There’s a flurry of movement, and you gasp as he gives your mouth a hard, bruising kiss. You’re pushed flat back onto the mattress as he moves his body over yours. 

“I love you,” he whispers into your mouth. Then he begins to thrust. There’s an ease to his movements, a sense of freedom. As if he’s finally let go. His hips undulate backward and forward, slowly. He savors this connection with you.

The kisses he presses into your lips are slow. Soft. You hold his face as he makes love to you, as he cherishes your body without that earlier hunger, that fearful desperation founded by the belief that he’d lose you the moment you left his bunk. That you’d be rid of him the second you—

“Don’t look away from me, Caleb.”

You pull him back from the spirals tracing dark, angry paths into his mind. He doesn’t shy away from your gaze. 

“Pipsqueak,” he says. He never thought he’d say this childish nickname like this. “(Name). I love you. So much more than you realize.” 

He doesn’t need you to say it back. He’ll wait as long as it takes, until you fall for him as deeply and as painfully and with as much yearning as he has for you.

“Inside me,” you whisper, giving him permission for something he’s dreamt of for years, the peak of intimacy he has always wanted to share with you. Only you. He presses his mouth to yours in gratitude.

That’s all it takes.

He doesn’t part from your mouth as he cums. As greedy as him, you swallow his moans as his cock marks your insides white with his cum. You caress his nape, your touch gentle on his cheek as he shudders through the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had in his life. His arms encircle you and he holds you until you're pressed chest-to-chest against him, his moans reverberating against your body. He can’t stop moaning your name against your lips, his voice raised in pitch, shaky. A pleasured sob of your name fills the air as it leaves his mouth. He savors every syllable of your name falling from his lips, because it’s the first time he’s said it this way. With all of the love he truly feels for you. With the intimacy he has always yearned to have you bask in. 

He collapses on a hand when he finishes. Tries not to fall on top of you. But you pull him in close and he lets himself go limp above your body. Your heartbeat thuds against his chest, rhythm rapid with the aftermath. There’s not a single centimeter of space against your body does that his doesn’t fill. You stroke his hair, fingers smoothing the disheveled locks. You feel him relax further, muscles losing their tension in your warm embrace.

“You love me?” you ask.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Even if you let me or you don’t,” he says, “I’ll always love you. I won’t ever stop showing it.”

“I think you more than showed me today,” you mutter.

He gives a little chuckle.

“Give me time?” you say. “I’m still learning that I’m falling in love with you.”

He nuzzles into your neck. His lips give your skin a gentle kiss. “You can take a hundred years and I wouldn’t regret a single second I spent waiting.” He wraps his arms around you. “I’ll wait for you, pips.” 

—

Some things I noticed about the way I wrote this

I couldn’t help but want to write from both their perspectives, so the story kinda jumps povs in terms of who’s feeling or doing what

I really wanna know your thoughts

Is it not smooth? Too many jumps from Caleb’s to MC’s pov? Let me know u freaky ahh

[loveanddeepyearning]

Thinking about how Caleb is not like other men...

18+ MDNI, Mentions of your previous partners

“They what?!” 

Oh to turn back time, to unopen your big fat mouth and yoink those words from the super-charged air suspended between your bodies. As your confession hangs in the air, your face burns and you wish to run from the heavy look of disbelief Caleb pins you under. Closing your eyes, you turn your face into the soft pillow cushioning your spinning head, running from the vulnerability you introduced to the situation. 

Calloused fingers turn your face, a captivating gaze caressing your own, flooding your body with a comforting warmth. “I’m sorry, pips.” Soothing the errant strands of hair hindering your view, he strokes your temple, the nerves in your tummy gradually subsiding to a gentle pulse of desire. “You deserve so much better.” 

Caged in an intimate embrace, your legs wind around his hips, pulling him forward to brush his tip against your slick entrance. “Mmmm.” Electricity tingles down your spine as his head prods your clit, his gasp of pleasure echoing like music to your ears. The anxiety that blossomed in your chest when Caleb reverently slipped your clothes from your skin nearly sent you running. Panic only intensified with the admission that you had never finished from a man’s actions, your previous partners only focusing on getting themselves off when the task took too long. The nerves slowly slip away under his troubled watch, appalled that someone would give up, and wouldn't dedicate their lives to learning what makes you cum. 

“Will you teach me?” A heady plea fills his voice, determined to bring you the pleasure you deserve. 

Blushing again, your fingers brush over his chest and the dog tag necklace he wears for you, core clenching when he shivers beneath your touch. Taking his shaft in your hand, you run his head through your folds, moaning when it dips into your soaked pussy. Releasing him, your fingers dig into his shoulder as he slowly slips inside you, warm and pulsing against your sensitive walls. Holding your face, his teeth nip at your ear, breath hot on your neck. “Just as soft as I imagined.” Pinned under the dark haze in his eyes, you clench tighter, his praises intensifying the pleasure in a way you’ve never experienced before. Biceps wrap around your waist, cradling you to his chest, the solid mass of his body pressing you into the sheets you had always laid in alone. Quick hookups to get him off your mind never did the trick, your body aching for his touch, unsatisfied with men who weren’t him. 

Tanned skin presses flush to your own, trailing hands down the sides of your body, cupping and squeezing every inch of the way. Pleasure curls your toes, your hips angling to take him deeper, dizzy from the drag of his cock through your aching cunt. Most gave up at this point, pounding you into the sheets until they collapsed, leaving you sticky and ready to leave. Yet Caleb watches you expectantly, lips gently reassuring you of his affection. 

“Give me your hand.” 

Untangling his fingers from your hair, he watches you encircle his wrist, guiding his index and middle fingers to your clit. Pressing the tips of his digits to your sensitive bud of nerves, your back arches into his chest, his arm tightening the hold on your body. Holding the base of his fingers, you apply a delicious amount of pressure to the area, rubbing his fingertips against you just the way you like it. And oh, when your digits grow weak from the pleasure, his own continue to caress you with expert care, studying every minute change of your blissed-out expression. “Harder?” Pressing firmly, he circles your clit in time with his thrusts, increasing the pressure as he feels you clench around his length. 

“Yes, yes. Just like that.” Throwing your head back, your hips buck into his hand until your orgasm hits you hard, back arching with loud moans of his name. Continuing to move inside you, he works you through the pleasure, swallowing your cries as he pulls your lips to his own. 

Opening your eyes, Caleb hovers over you like an angel against the light, eyes flickering with adoration and pride. “Hmmm. You deserve another one. Cum with me this time.”

[satorurize]

18+, MDNI, gunplay

Caleb holding you captive this, Caleb holding you captive that but honestly what if you're just as freaky as him lol

Caleb's face is written with this adorable confusion the moment you agree to the fact that you really need him as much feral intent as he does, you might even outfreak him for that matter.

From the way you gush over his colonel uniform and beg him to fuck you senseless while it adorns his body, he only sighs and plants a kiss onto your forehead like the tease he is, leaving you at the doorstep with eyes full of yearning—leaving you to an excruciating wait at home.

Although, he knows what he's doing, predicting that you'll show up to the fleet unannounced, flashing the ring onto your finger to everyone that practically works like a free pass to be a welcomed intruder at his workplace.

You're depraved and he enjoys every bit of this twisted devotion, knowing you'd go any length to be with your husband.

And you looked absolutely stunning to him, bent over with your wrists roped to your thighs, body all flushed and bare.

The leather gloves on his hands provide a satisfying friction everytime he sinks his fingers into your drooling cunt, the giddy satisfaction written on your face lets him know that you'll never be satiated. "My greedy fucking wife couldn't even wait till I came home huh..?"

"Colonel you're far too harsh, I'm only being a doting wife, use me as you wish.." the purr from you consecuted by a small bite onto his clothed bulge makes him jump but chuckle at the attempt to challenge.

He feels his body grow hot under the thick layers of his uniform but he maintains his composure though his longing eyes betray the whole façade. The soft clink of the metal echoes your ears after he leaves your view, the warmth of his body behind yours, Caleb can only feel awe yet pride at the way you moan so shamelessly at the sound of his gun.

He drags the nozzle his gun across the curve of your spine ending onto your heat, watching each small shudder of your skin from the sensation, your body his bible.

"Let's see how much you can take honey.." the nozzle touches your slick, a raspy hum left his throat at the sight of the metal covered with your slick. He watches your hole gape around nothing, twitching with the mere touch of his gun and Caleb feels on top of the world.

"Baby..you indeed are so, so, greedy..what shall I do with you?"

[oncasette]

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗢 𝗔 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘

boyfriend!zayne li x fem!reader, best friend!caleb xia x fem!reader

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Then, like most things do, thinking of your childhood led you right to thinking about Caleb. You remember him stealing the candy Zayne had given you and shoving it into his mouth in one go, the toothy grin he’d offered being a cheap replacement for the sugary caramels. You remember him making paper airplanes in the kitchen and you remember him throwing them at you with devastating aim. You remember him hushing you desperately when one landed directly in your eye. A cradling hug, your face stuffed into his neck, and the promise of ice-cream on his tongue if you could manage to stop crying. You remember laying on the floor of his bedroom and watching him under the afternoon sun peeking in through the blinds. His room had always been your safe place, your getaway when the quiet of your own room got too unbearable. At least, it had been until you’d grown up a bit and your feelings got far too complicated for you to want to deal with them.

or the one where you've never really been able to get caleb out of your head, or your heart.

content: smut, phone sex, (mutual) masturbation, cheating (emotional and semi-physical), angst, guilt, shame, no mentions of the explosion or caleb coming back, insp by the weeknd song

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Zayne’s hand finds the nape of your neck as he moves to stand. It’s a gentle caress, one that has you keening into his fleeting touch, as he moves toward the kitchen with the dishes stacked in his palm.

“Do you want help?” you call after him. He waves off the idea with a shake of his head. Still, you slide out from the table to follow behind him. Zayne had always been the one to keep the house tidy between the two of you. You don’t think you’d ever seen a dish in the sink, save for the occasional morning cup of coffee he dropped in there on the days he was running a couple minutes behind schedule. He made the bed in the morning, he vacuumed on Sundays, he made sure the fridge was stocked and that nothing was expired. And he did it all without asking anything of you—other than the kiss he requested before he leaves for work— and insisting on doing it himself. 

“Couldn’t stay away?” he asks, his back turned to you as he scrubbed the plates he’d brought with him. Slinking up behind him, you loop your arms around his waist and tuck your face between his shoulder blades. 

“Just wanted to keep you company,” you hum. You press a short kiss to his clothed back, then another, before continuing, “is that a crime?”

“Not at all,” he says. A wet hand finds your linked ones and brings them up to his lips to run his lips over your knuckles. Water drips down your wrist and you shiver a bit at the contact. After a moment, you disentangle yourself with him and push yourself up onto the counter beside the sink. You watch him silently as he works. You let your eyes trail over the curve of his nose, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks, the scars criss-crossing over the expanse of his wrists from where he’s rolled his shirt sleeves up. 

You remember, then, being a kid and watching him in a similar vein. He’d always been the straightlaced man in front of you, at least a little bit. You remember watching him study after school across the dining table from you, remember being dumbfounded at the numbers and letters and equations littering his papers. He’d already been a couple years ahead of you in school, and he was advancing further than that before you had a breath of a chance at catching up to him. You remember him scolding you as he put bandaids on your scraped knees. The knit in his brow had existed even then. You remember him sneaking sweets after dinner and him shoving a candy or two into your own palm once he’d been sure he wasn’t going to get caught. You remember the way your face would heat whenever his cool gaze would land on yours, remember the way you’d stutter for the first few minutes you were around him each time until you slipped back into the ease of being his friend again. You’d always had a crush on him. How could you not? 

Then, like most things do, thinking of your childhood led you right to thinking about Caleb. You remember him stealing the candy Zayne had given you and shoving it into his mouth in one go, the toothy grin he’d offered being a cheap replacement for the sugary caramels. You remember him making paper airplanes in the kitchen and you remember him throwing them at you with devastating aim. You remember him hushing you desperately when one landed directly in your eye. A cradling hug, your face stuffed into his neck, and the promise of ice-cream on his tongue if you could manage to stop crying. You remember laying on the floor of his bedroom and watching him under the afternoon sun peeking in through the blinds. His room had always been your safe place, your getaway when the quiet of your own room got too unbearable. At least, it had been until you’d grown up a bit and your feelings got far too complicated for you to want to deal with them. 

“What’s got you spaced out, darling?” Zayne asks. He moves to wipe the water off of his hands with a towel tucked into one of the cabinet handles before he moves to stand between your spread thighs. His hands find your hips with ease, with what feels to be muscle memory at this point. You blink away your thoughts as your boyfriend comes back into focus. His index finger swipes teasingly at the tip of your nose. 

“Nothing much,” you say as your face drops into the curve of his neck. He adjusts, one hand finding the small of your back to keep you steady. “Thinking about us.”

“Good things, I hope,” he replies. Soothing fingers dance up your spine.

“Always,” you hum. “All done?”

Caleb’s name sits at the back of your throat, the idea of sharing that part of your daydream feeling tainted in a way that you couldn’t quite explain. 

“All done. Should we get ready for bed, then? You have quite an early morning ahead of you,” he says, coaxing your head up and out of the crook of his shoulder and sweeping some loose strands of hair away from your face. You nod wordlessly and allow him to help you down from the counter. He keeps a hand looped loosely with your own as he flicks off light switches and gently pushes your shoes further into the rack beside the front door. Your vision clouds with a vague recollection of looping pinkies with Caleb during a blackout, a flashlight in your other hand and an eager heartbeat racing at the prospect of building a fort in the dark.

“Shower tonight or in the morning?” Zayne asks once the two of you are in the bedroom. 

“Morning.”

Zayne nods as he moves around the room as he undresses, tossing his slacks and his button down into a nearly empty laundry bin. He’d always kept his work clothes on for far longer than you expected, never coming home to slip into something more comfortable the second he stepped through the door. When he returns to your side, he’s already got his pajamas on and he’s handing you a shirt for you to sleep in with a gentle kiss to your forehead. It’s the one you always seemed to steal when you first started dating and staying the night at his place. The reminder tugs at your heart a bit.

You stay standing there for just a half second longer than you mean to, the thin cotton of the worn shirt clenched tightly in your fists. 

“Darling?”

He’s pulled back the comforter and turned off the bathroom light, leaving only the lamp on his bedside on so as to not leave you in total darkness. He’s watching you under a gentle, sweeping gaze. One that tracks over your body with something akin to worry. But, it’s not worry. Not really. You just get like this sometimes, just a little bit out of your head, a little far away. He can pull you back. He always has. 

He rounds the bed again and takes your face between his palms. His lips press hard against your forehead, a silent promise, a plea. He’s here with you. 

“‘M sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he says. Wordlessly, he begins to tug the hem of your shirt up and over your head to replace it with the shirt he’d given you. Your shorts follow, leaving you bare from the waist down save for your underwear. When he guides you to the bed, you follow.

Tara had always been the biggest supporter of you getting together with Zayne. She claims that she knew he was the one the first time she saw you together, at a Hunter’s Association gala you’d brought him along to. He’d been the definition of the perfect date that night, pulling out your chair, holding your jacket over his arm, carrying your shoes at the end of the night. Tara had pulled you away to the bathroom halfway through the evening to squeal about him in front of the mirror.

“So, when’s the wedding?” she’d asked, reapplying her lipstick while bent over one of the sinks. She smacked her lips twice before she turned back to face you. Her brows were raised in expectation. 

“What?”

“The wedding. When do you become Mrs. Dr. Zayne?” she asked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like you hadn’t been dreaming of the day since you’d met him. 

“What- I don’t- We haven’t…” you stuttered.

“Oh, come on! With the way he looks at you? It’s happening,” she gushed.

“You’re too good to me,” you whisper as you slide under the covers, flipping onto your side to face him. He clicks the lamp off as he moves to join you. One of his hands finds your waist, his thumb tracing circles into the bare skin. 

“Nonsense,” he replies, like it's true. Like you deserve the love of the man before you. He shifts to push your hair back the way he’d done in the kitchen. His lips find the tip of your nose. 

“I love you,” he whispers into the dark. It’s like a vow, a declaration of his devotion.

“Love you.” And you do, honestly, devotedly, but not completely. Never completely. 

You stay there for a while, facing him, watching him, even when he flips to lay on his back and his hand searches for yours amidst the blankets. You give it to him, allowing him to intertwine your fingers where they rest over his heart. It’s only when you’re sure that he’s asleep, when his lips part and soft snores roll out of his throat, that you slip out of bed with your phone held tight in your grasp. Settling yourself on the couch, you scroll through your contacts until you land on Caleb’s name. The corner of your lips turn up at the profile picture, a zoomed in selfie he’d taken when you’d left your phone unattended back in high school. 

When you call, the phone rings three times before there’s a click and a couple of heavy breaths.

“Hey, pipsqueak,” he chirps into the line.

“Hi, Caleb,” you whisper, eyes locked on the door and your bottom lip tucked neatly between your teeth.

“Why are we whispering?” he asks, his voice dropped into a conspiratorial tone as well. 

“It’s late.” “It’s ten thirty.”

“So?”

“So it’s not late, dork,” he laughs, and the sound warms you from the inside out. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. You listen to him breathe for a bit, content just to have him on the other side of the phone. Present, even if not in person. 

“How’s Dr. Zayne?” Caleb asks, breaking the silence. Looking back at the door to your bedroom, you remember the way Zayne had chased your hand in his sleep. 

“Can we… not talk about him?” you sigh, your heartbeat elevated.

“Oh? Trouble in paradise, pips?” he shifts. There’s a rustle of what you assume to be bedsheets. You think about him in bed, about what he’s wearing. Or, not wearing. 

“No,” you swallow. “No, not at all actually. Zayne’s… great. He’s always great, you know that.”

“Oh, alright then. Why the late call?” he asks, and you know he already knows. It’s been a while since you’d made one of these calls, but it hadn’t been long enough for it to be out of the blue. He’s playing stupid, like he always does. You think he likes to hear you say it. For you to admit that you still need him.

“Wanted to hear your voice,” you admit. 

“Oh, baby, you know you can always call me,” he sighs. “I wish you would do it when you didn’t have to whisper, though. I like hearing you, too.”

“I know, ‘m sorry,” you say. You think back to the few times you’ve called him on your off days when your boyfriend had still been called into work. Caleb had always eager to receive your calls in the middle of the day. 

“You know I wasn’t expecting to hear from you tonight,” he says. You blink back the thin stream of shame starting to cloud your vision. 

“I know,” you whisper. “Sorry.”

“No, I’m glad you called,” he amends, the sheets rustling more and you have to bite your lip to keep the thoughts and images brewing in your head at bay. “Just wasn’t expecting it, is all.”

“Are you…” you trail off. He could keep this from escalating, if he wants to. You don’t have to admit what you want from him aloud. But, then, you knew he wouldn’t. It’s part of the reason you kept coming back. 

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he grunts. “Rock hard. Got hard as soon as I saw your picture pop up on my screen.”

Your breath hitches a bit, your eyes falling shut and your head dropping back against the couch. Something fiery pools in your gut. 

“Wanna see?” he asks and you can hear the smirk on his lips. You start to nod before you remember he can’t see you. 

“Please,” you nearly whimper. You feel your phone buzz in your hand and you pull it away to see the text notification pop up. Opening your messages, it’s impossible to miss the picture he’d sent you. His hand is wrapped around the base of his boxer-clad cock, the imprint of it making your mouth water just a bit. He was right, he is hard, a dark path of fabric stained just where the tip of his dick rests. You allow yourself to stare for a moment, before you’re deleting the message from your phone and putting Caleb back up to your ear. 

“Can I see your face, too?” you ask and your throat tightens. He laughs again.

“Yeah, baby. One sec.”

Another buzz. You open this one a bit quicker. In the new picture, the framing is different. His face is visible now, but you can also see him holding his newly freed cock at the bottom of the frame. His cheeks are flushed pink to match the head of his dick, despite the smug expression otherwise illustrating his features. You stare for longer this time, before you repeat the process of deleting it.

“Can I see you, too?” he asks, his breathing heavier. 

“Not… not tonight,” you sigh. You don’t want him seeing you in Zayne’s shirt, you think. Don’t want that reminder, even if you’re sure he already knows. 

The first time you’d done something like this, it’d been more or less an accident. Something you’d stumbled yourself into after a long night of talking on the phone about nothing and everything and anything you could conjure up just to keep him on the line for a couple more minutes. You don’t remember it, exactly, when one thing had led to the next or even hanging up that night, but you remember calling him back the next night and the next and falling into a pattern. One that had gotten expeditiously more complicated the minute you’d started dating Zayne.

You remember telling him, panting into the receiver with your hand still shoved down your pants.

“I have a boyfriend,” you said, when different words were already sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Oh?” he asked. You could hear him heave the word out. “Who’s the lucky man, pipsqueak?”

“Zayne.”

“Oh… that’s…” he’d cleared his throat. “That’s good. I’m… He’ll be good for you.”

“Aw, c’mon. You know I can’t go without seeing those pretty eyes,” he sighs. 

“Next time?” you offer. You shouldn’t be offering a next time, shouldn’t be on the phone with him now, but you know better than to tell yourself there won’t be one.

“Alright,” he says, the whisper of a laugh in his tone. “Next time.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, your hand already poised against your inner thigh as anticipation begins to build in your muscles.

“Caleb?”

“Yeah, baby.”

You thumb the hem of your panties.

“Wanna hear your voice.”

“What do you want to hear?” he asks and the whine you let out is pitiful. “Do you wanna hear about my day? I went grocery shopping, you know, all by myself. You’d be proud if you could see my fridge right now.”

“Caleb-”

“Or… did you want to hear my talk about the weather, I hear that-”

“Caleb.” “Right. Right, you want to hear me talk about this show I just started. It’s really good actually, I think you should give it a shot.”

“Please,” you huff. He grunts, a shallow exhale following after it. 

“You wanna hear me talk about how much I wish you were here with me instead? How bad I want to taste you right now?”

“Mhm,” you hum, the tips of your fingers pushing past the elastic to brush over your slick. God, you’re wet. Your fingers slide through your arousal, gathering the sticky clear liquid onto the pads of your fingers as you begin to circle your already puffy clit. 

“No, it couldn’t be that…”

“Caleb, please,” you nearly sob. The tension in your wrists tightens, your motion stalling. 

“Oh, that was a cute sound,” he hums. “I wonder how many more I can get out of you.”

Your body responds in kind. Your jaw goes slack, a needy sigh slipping past your lips as your fingers slide through the accumulating arousal. 

“Yeah? Feel good?” he asks and you can hear the slick sounds emanating from the line. You can picture what he looks like. His hand wrapped tight around his cock, the precum beading from the slit, the angry red color of the head. His lips bitten pink. The dark lilac shade his eyes dilate into when he’s worked up.

“Feels good. I want… want more,” you say.

“You can have more. It’s your hand,” he teases, and for a moment, you toy with the idea of hanging up. Not that you could make yourself actually do it.

“You’re being mean.”

“I’m not being mean, you just don’t want to cum without me telling you how to do it,” he says, and the laugh that rumbles through the phone rings through your ears. 

“Mhm.”

“Tell me,” he grunts.

“I want you to tell me how to cum,” you say desperately, the strokes of your hand growing more desperate as the time passes. 

“How about a finger, then?” he asks. You can hear the way his jaw clenches.

“Two,” you beg just before you press a single digit against your entrance.

“I thought I was calling the shots here, baby,” he says. The moan you let out borders on pornographic, a single finger sliding into your warmth with no resistance. It’s not enough, nowhere near the thickness that Caleb’s fingers offered when he stretched you out. Or the feel of his cock pushing into you. It’d been too long since you’d gotten to feel him inside you.

“Please?” you ask, slowly starting to pump your finger in and out. 

“Mmm, alright. You know I can’t say no to you,” he relents. You bite down on your tongue to prevent another moan from coming out, not needing or the sound to echo off the walls and into the bedroom. When the heel of your hand bumps your clit, you’re worried you might bite through. You let your head fall back onto the back of the couch, you eyes shut to focus more on Caleb’s voice.

“God, fuck, ‘m close already, baby. Don’t know how you do this to me,” he hisses. You nod in agreement, the ache of your cunt drawing your thighs together around your hand. “I bet you look so pretty right now. Wish I could see you.”

Your stomach tightens as your orgasm begins to build, your periphery going just ever so hazy around you.

“Keep touching yourself. Want you to fall apart for me. Just me,” he rambles. The slick sounds of his own hand stroking his cock sends you further down the spiral. He’s panting, now, each word held up in the confines of his throat.

“I’m gonna… just for you.” You focus your fingers on rubbing furiously on your clit, now, the stimulation pushing you just up to the edge of cumming. You want him to cum with you, need to hear it. Want to see it, taste it.

“C’mon, baby. For me? Please?” he asks, his voice straining under the exertion. The desperation pushes you over that last little bit. Your cunt pulses around your fingers, clenching and spasming.

“Oh,” you moan.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, that’s it,” he says, your name following shortly after. It sounds like a prayer with the way it slides off his tongue. Your hand stays put between your thighs, beneath your panties, as you catch your breath. You hum softly as your body begins to lose its tension and liquifies under the weight of your orgasm. It’s only then that you realize that you’d started sweating. A beat of silence follows as Caleb comes down from his own high.

“Are we still getting lunch on Thursday?” he heaves, breaking the silence. You haven’t even come back from floating away in space, yet.

“Hm?”

“Lunch. Thursday. Kitty Cafe.”

“Yeah. Yes. Lunch on Thursday, it’s in my calender,” you say as you scrunch your nose up a bit. 

“Good. Excited to see your face, pips.”

You know in a minute, you’ll be hanging up. You’ll be washing your hands like they’ll erase the guilt that’s going to eat away at you until the next time you think to ring your oldest friend–if that’s even the title you could give him anymore–in the middle of the night. You’ll slide back into the bed that you share with your boyfriend, he’ll reach for you and you’ll let him. You’ll fall asleep with your fingers intertwined with his, and you’ll wake up with his nose pressed between your collarbones. But, for now, you let yourself sit in the silence. You listen to the way Caleb’s breathing begins to even out through the receiver. You don’t bother watching the door.

“I love you, you know,” Caleb says.

“I love you, too,” you whisper back. It feels like a secret, a pinky promise in the dark of a stormy night. 

[heartshapedchevy]

need caleb to manhandle me and use me like I’m his fuck doll, cumming inside of me multiple times, because he’s never satisfied with cumming inside of me once, I wanna be dumbed down, so full of cock that I can’t think of anything but him and only him, incoherent babbles escaping my lips as he constantly pounds into me, he’ll coo in my ear “aw, my girl’s brain is so mushy because I’m fucking her stupid hm? so cute pips, you just can’t get enough of my cock, yeah? that’s my good girl.” fuckkk, I need him so bad 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[syluses]

thinkin about caleb and how his initial (and only) reason to start working out was so he could protect his meimei <3

when he’d started hitting the gym, it was to assure both himself and you that, if danger were to ever come, he’d have the advantage against it. it’s a surprising bonus, though- by no means an unpleasant one- when he really starts to shape up and you notice.

you order him around heavy furniture and he works like a willing dog, no complaints given whatsoever. you get the feeling he enjoys it, actually.

when you make comments that his big strong arms will have no trouble finding that new coffee table a home in the living room, he positively beams. it’s a little weird because you genuinely don’t know why it makes him so happy... instant mood booster. you’re not complaining though; he’s infinitely helpful. caleb’s always been the cheerful type, especially with you, but it’s a different kind of elation he reaches when you ask him to carry you on his back during your walk home because your legs are tired.

he hoists you up on his shoulders- his broad ones that are just as sturdy as they look- so you can see over crowded plazas and totes you around no different than a prized handbag. he preens and puffs out his chest when you tell him to lift his arm so you can feel his muscle- not a hint of shame on your face (because he’s your gege, this is perfectly normal) as you do- and feels his heart skip when your little fingers give his biceps a curious squeeze.

he hardly breaks a sweat as he lugs around new pieces of your bedroom decor, and all the toiling is more than worth it when your eyes widen and thoughtfully skim over his physique. oh yeah, he’s gotten bigger, meimei- can you tell? oh, he says it like it’s no big deal. but it is a VERY big deal to him, do not be fooled. he desperately wishes you’ll gawk and ogle him to your heart’s content, even if he knows your admiration is far from lascivious.

and don’t you worry— he’ll only get stronger, only get better, might even drag you to the gym with him so you can see live demonstrations of his favorite chest workouts (with a thin tank, of course, but just because he sweats a lot, no other reason) and the proper form for certain exercises so you don’t injure yourself. anything to impress his sweet lil pipsqueak 🫶

[rafsfishstick]

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𓆟 i do not write male x male/shipping fics. i do write multi x reader fics.

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[cvlebs]

Car ride

Caleb was eager to show you his new car, but when he took you to his favorite spot, it turned into a heated makeout session instead.

!! FemReader + Caleb, SMUT | Word count: 3.3K

Tags: car sex, Caleb calls you pipsqueak, panties-lover Caleb, masturbation, fingering and licking over panties, cunnilingus, double penetration (by caleb), blowjob, handjob, cumming on your face, balls sucking, love confession, possessiveness

As you and Caleb share a lingering kiss, the playful energy in the car intensifies. Caleb pulls back slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You know, I could get used to this...”, he says, his eyes glinting with excitement. He glances at you, a hint of possessiveness in his gaze, as if he wants to ensure this moment lasts forever.

Caleb reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers, his thumb gently caressing your skin as he leans in closer again, his breath warm against your cheek. You turn to Caleb, eyes sparkling with curiosity, and playfully you ask “Caleb, have you ever… had an intimate moment in a car before?”.

The question hangs in the air and for a moment, and you hate yourself for even thinking of saying it. You like Caleb so much that hearing him admit that he has experience with other girls, would quite literally break your hart into pieces and you’d probably find every single one of them and make them forget Caleb forever.

Caleb chuckles, a warm blush creeping up his cheeks. “Well, I can't say if I've had a moment like that” he replies, his voice light yet laced with a hint of embarrassment. His gaze softens as he adds, “But if I did, l'd want it to be with someone who makes me feel this way”, He leans in closer, your noses almost touching, and the atmosphere thickens with unspoken words. You immediately feel your heart beat again, knowing you’d be his first time in a setting like this.

Caleb's thumb continues to caress your hand, grounding you both in this private bubble of affection. As the tension builds, Caleb's expression shifts to one of earnestness, “You know, pip-squeak, I want to make more memories like this with you” he says.

You release your safety belt and move to the back of the car, settling onto the backseat. You smirk suggestively at Caleb and challenge him to make this memory a very special one. To further entice him, you lift your skirt, spread your legs, lick your fingers, and lower them to your private area as you begin to pleasure yourself intimately, all while maintaining eye contact with Caleb.

Caleb's eyes widen, a mix of shock and arousal flooding his face. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, clearly captivated by your bold display. He nervously fiddles with the steering wheel for a moment, then glances back at you, a shy but eager smile forming on his lips. “Pip-squeak… You’ll drive me insane one day” he stutters, his voice a bit shaky.

He cuts the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt, his gaze never leaving yours as he turns in his seat. He slowly climbs into the backseat, his movements deliberate and cautious. “But it will be worth it, when it happens”, he says, a playful glint returning to his eyes.

He reaches out tentatively, his fingers gently brushing against your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. “Mind if I help?” he asks softly, his voice full of anticipation. You take Caleb's hand as you guide it gently between your legs. You can feel Caleb's breath hitch slightly, a mix of eagerness and nervousness coursing through him as you encourage him to explore further.

Caleb's eyes widen, a rush of heat flooding his cheeks as your guidance leads him closer to your shared intimacy. His heart races, and he feels a thrilling blend of excitement and lust. “Pipsqueak, can I?” he asks softly, his voice trembling with concern.

His fingers tremble slightly, hovering just above your skin, as he seeks your reassurance. With a hesitant yet eager motion, Caleb's hand makes contact, and you can sense the overwhelming rush of emotions flooding through him.

You give him a quick nod, your eyes half-closed from the arousal that you’re feeling. He leans closer, his face just inches from yours, his breath warm and tantalizing as he whispers, “I want this to be perfect for you”. You gently guide Caleb's fingers deeper between your legs, encouraging him to explore the growing warmth beneath your skirt.

As he presses against your heat, you can feel the fabric becoming soaked from your shared passion. A soft whimper escapes your lips as you begin to ride his fingers over your underwear, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating. Your body responds instinctively, arching slightly as you lose yourself in the moment, the connection between you two intensifying with each subtle movement.

Caleb's breath hitches, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him as he feels the fabric cling to your skin. His fingers press against your entrance, and he watches your expression change, your eyes fluttering close as you let out soft whimpers.

“Pip-squeak, you're so beautiful…” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath, filled with awe and a hint of possessiveness. He feels a surge of protectiveness, wanting to ensure that every moment is perfect for you. Caleb begins to move his fingers in a rhythm that matches your gentle motions.

Caleb, driven by a mix of desire and curiosity, pushes his fingers deeper inside your clothed entrance. He can feel the warmth and wetness seeping through the fabric, a clear indication of your arousal.

With a sense of boldness, he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks the liquid, savoring your sweet taste, his eyes widening in surprise and delight. Caleb's eyes darken with intensity as he savors the taste of your cum.

“You taste incredible” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with raw emotion. Caleb's fingers continue to explore, finding a rhythm that makes your breath hitch, your hearts racing in sync. You arch your back against Caleb's fingers, letting out a soft moan of his name, the sound filled with both desire and encouragement.

In a bold move, Caleb decides to spice things up further. He leans down, his gaze locked onto your entrance, and begins to suck on your juices through your wet underwear. The sound of him slurping fills the car, a primal symphony of pleasure that makes your heart race even faster.

Caleb relishes the view of your soaked panties, his possessive nature igniting as he indulges in your sweetness, every movement heightening the thrill of connection. As Caleb continues to savor the moment, your breath quickens, your body responding instinctively to his every action.

Your moans grow louder, echoing in the confined space, urging Caleb on as he loses himself in the taste and scent of you. With each lick, he feels like he’s losing his control. Your fingers find their way to Caleb's hair, encouraging him to continue while your body arches towards him, craving more of his touch.

Caleb continues to passionately suck on your clothed entrance, thoroughly licking and slurping every soaked inch of your panties. Meanwhile his hands begin to explore, creeping up to your shirt and gently undoing the buttons. Your perky, swollen breasts are revealed to him as he starts to caress and grope them, heightening your pleasure while he continues to pleasure you with his tongue over your wet panties.

Caleb's eyes widen with adoration as your breasts are revealed to him. He pauses for a moment, pulling back slightly to fully appreciate the sight before him. “You are absolutely breathtaking, pip-squeak” he whispers, his voice filled with reverence. His hands gently cup your breasts, his thumbs caressing the nipples as he resumes his passionate ministrations below.

The combination of his mouth and hands sends shivers of delight through your body, your moans echoing in the confined space. Caleb's possessive nature intensifies, and he wants to imprint every sensation, every curve, every taste into his memory.

His tongue continues its dance, each movement precise and deliberate, ensuring you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. His devotion is unwavering, and his heart swells with every moan, every shiver, every sign of your ecstasy.

Caleb, eager to deepen the intimacy, uses one hand to gently push the middle part of your panties to the side. With a renewed fervor, he inserts his tongue deep into your hole, exploring you intimately.

Caleb's tongue plunges deep, exploring every inch of your most intimate space. He savors your taste, the car filled with soft moans and the sounds of your shared passion. ”Oh pip-squeak...” he gasps between licks, his voice thick with desire.

His hands, still cupping your breasts, begin to tease your nipples even more, intensifying the pleasure. You arch against him, your body trembling with each thrust of his tongue.

Caleb's possessive instincts surge, and he wants to consume you entirely, marking you as his own. The car vibrates with combined energy, the windows fogging up from the heat of the moment. He continues his passionate assault, driven by an insatiable need to please you.

“You're mine. Only mine” he whispers against your skin, his voice filled with love and an unyielding devotion. Caleb shifts his focus entirely, leaving your breasts momentarily unattended as he turns his full attention to your entrance.

He starts by licking your clit with a fervor that sends jolts of pleasure through your whole body. At the same time, he expertly inserts his index finger deep into your hole, while his middle finger gently pushes into your ass, creating an overwhelming sensation of being double-penetrated.

You gasp at the sudden intensity, your body arching in response to the dual sensations. Caleb's tongue works diligently, swirling and teasing your clitoris as his fingers explore deeper, igniting a fire within you.

With each thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue, you feel yourself teetering on the edge. Fully immersed in the ecstasy of the moment, you encourage Caleb to go faster and deeper. Your breath quickens, and you lean back against the seats.

Caleb's eyes darken with a mix of eagerness and determination at your encouragement. He responds to your plea, quickening his pace, his tongue swirling around your clitoris with fervent intensity while his fingers plunge deeper into your holes, expertly finding the rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Your moans fill the car, a melody of pleasure that pushes Caleb to explore every inch of your body, a fierce protectiveness driving him to ensure that you feel nothing but pure bliss.

Caleb, overwhelmed by the sight of your vulnerability and beauty, can no longer contain himself. He releases his erection, carefully positioning himself at your entrance, still respecting your soaked panties by moving the middle part aside to allow entry.

He begins to thrust gently, your moans growing louder as you meet each movement, rocking your body against his length. Pulling you close, his body envelops yours, creating an intimate embrace. Caleb's breath hitches as he feels the initial resistance, as he enters you. “Pip-squeak…” he groans, his voice thick with a mixture of pleasure and possessiveness.

Caleb grips your hips, pulling you even closer, your bodies melding together in perfect harmony. He leans in, his lips finding yours, his kiss both tender and demanding. “You feel so good” he murmurs against your mouth, his heart pounding in his chest.

He picks up the pace, his movements becoming more insistent as he loses himself in the moment, driven by a primal need to please you and claim you as his own. The car rocks gently with your shared rhythm, the windows fogged up completely now.

“I love you” he whispers, his voice filled with an unwavering affection that echoes through the car, sealing the intimacy in this passionate moment. You lean closer to Caleb, your breath warm against his ear as you whisper, “I love you more, Caleb”.

The words hang in the air, filled with sincerity and passion, instantly igniting a fire within Caleb. He can feel the intensity of your affection wrapping around him like a warm embrace, driving him wild with desire. His heart races as the sound of your confession reverberates in his ears.

Caleb picks up his pace as he thrusts into your hole with a newfound urgency. Each movement becomes more intense, the rhythm of your bodies matching the rapid beat of your hearts.

You lean in closer, your heart racing as you capture Caleb's lips in a passionate kiss. The warmth of your shared connection envelops you both, intensifying the atmosphere in the car.

Caleb responds fervently to your kiss, his hands tightening around your waist as he deepens the connection. The taste of your lips ignites a wildfire of passion within him, and he instinctively matches your fervor, thrusting with urgency.

“You make me feel so alive, pip-squeak” he murmurs between kisses, his voice thick with emotion and desire. Feeling the intensity of the moment build, you quickly halt Caleb's movements, with a playful glint in your eyes. You shift to one side of the backseat, inviting Caleb to position himself in the other corner, leaning against the car door.

With a mischievous smile, you let him know that you’re ready to take the lead. As you scoot closer to him, your hands find their way to his erection, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.

“I’ll make you feel even better, trust me”, you say with a smirk, fully aware of how irresistible you are to him. Without waiting for a response, you take him into your mouth, starting to suck gently on the head while simultaneously stroking him, creating a delightful mix of sensations that sends shivers through the both of you.

Caleb's breath hitches at your boldness, his eyes widening with both desire and admiration as he watches you take control. “Pip…squeak…” he whimpers, his cracking from the pleasure. The warmth of your mouth envelops him, and he feels a rush of pleasure coursing through his body.

His hands instinctively find their way to your hair, gently guiding you as you works your magic, the rhythm of your movements igniting a fire within him. With every stroke and every flick of your tongue, you can sense Caleb's pleasure building.

Fully immersed in the moment, you encourage Caleb to thrust into your mouth, your eyes sparkling with hunger and desire. You feel a rush of excitement as you takes control, ready to savor the pleasure.

Caleb's breath hitches at your encouragement, and he nods eagerly, his heart racing with excitement. As he begins to thrust gently into your mouth, you meet his movements with a sultry rhythm, your tongue swirling around him in a teasing dance.

The car is filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the atmosphere electric with intimacy. Caleb's hands find their way back to your hair, his grip tightening as he encourages you, “Just like that, pip-squeak. Taking me so well”.

Caleb is holding your head gently yet firmly to guide your movements. He encourages you to take him deeper, and you respond eagerly, the thrill of the moment consuming you. However, as you push yourself to accommodate his length, you choke slightly, the sensation overwhelming yet exhilarating.

“Sorry”, Caleb whispers between his moans, his voice filled with a mix of concern and desire. Understanding the intensity of the pleasure, you caress his thighs reassuringly, signaling that it's okay for him to continue as you persistently bob your head, matching the rhythm he desires.

You playfully pull away from Caleb, a teasing smile on your lips as you lick them sensually, savoring the sight of his breathless expression. The desire in his eyes is palpable, and you can feel a rush of power in knowing how much you affect him.

“Don't stop, please” Caleb almost begs, his voice thick with longing, tugging at your heartstrings. In response, you decide to tease him further, lowering yourself and delicately licking the head of his length with just the tip of your tongue, all while holding the shaft firmly.

“Ahh…” Caleb moans, his reaction sending waves of excitement through you. You flick your tongue playfully, watching as Caleb shivers in pleasure, completely at your mercy. Caleb’s body starts to quiver with anticipation as you continue your teasing.

You lower your head further, your lips trailing down Caleb's length until you reach his balls. You start by licking them softly, teasingly, before taking one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while simultaneously stroking his hard length with your hand.

The combination of sensations sends shivers of pleasure coursing through Caleb's body, and he feels as though he is on cloud nine, completely lost in the blissful moment.

Caleb, feeling the overwhelming desire build within him, begins to thrust into your hand, seeking more of the pleasure that you’re providing. His eyes are filled with a mix of longing and urgency as he responds to your teasing question, “Are you close?”.

He nods eagerly, his breath hitching as he admits, “Yes”, his voice almost a whimper. Fully aware of the effect your teasing has on him, you begin to lick along the shaft of his length, tantalizingly avoiding putting him in your mouth, leaving Caleb on the brink of madness with desire.

Caleb's body quivers with anticipation, his thrusts becoming more insistent as he seeks to close the distance between your mouth and his member. Each lick from you sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, and he can feel himself teetering on the edge.

“Ahh, please” Caleb gasps, the desperation in his voice mixing with admiration for your teasing. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you continue your tantalizing dance. As Caleb's breathing quickens, you feel a rush of power in knowing you can drive him wild with just your touch.

With a playful glint in your eyes, you begin to suck on Caleb's erection sideways, expertly teasing him to the point where he can barely contain himself. Your movements are deliberate and sensual, designed to push him to the edge of ecstasy.

Caleb's body tenses as he reaches his climax, his muscles contracting as he ejaculates freely, the warm, sticky drops spilling onto your face. He lets out a guttural moan, his voice thick with pleasure and possessiveness. “You look so pretty like this”, he whispers, his eyes filled with adoration as he empties himself completely.

The air is thick with the scent of passion, the atmosphere charged with electricity. Unfazed by the warm sensation on your skin, you lick your lips sensually, savoring the moment before finally taking his member fully into your mouth.

You gently stroke and tease him, wanting to capture every last drop of his semen. “Mmm, you taste incredible”, you murmur against his member, your words a mixture of appreciation and desire. Caleb shivers in your embrace, completely lost in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, his heart overflowing with love and devotion for you.

After a few minutes of basking in the afterglow, you lean closer to Caleb, your eyes sparkling with concern and urgency. “We should probably clean up before anyone sees us”, you suggest, your tone light but laced with a sense of practicality. The thrill of your recent intimacy still lingers in the air, and the moment feels electric as you prepare to shift back into a more composed state.

Caleb chuckles softly, a mix of satisfaction and playfulness in his gaze as he nods in agreement. “Yeah, we don't want anyone catching us in the act, right?” he replies, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

He leans over to the front seat, grabbing a couple of napkins from the glove compartment, a hint of shyness in his demeanor as he hands them to you. The atmosphere lightens, the playful energy returning as you both work together to tidy up the car, stealing glances at each other and exchanging soft laughs.

As you both clean up, Caleb's hand brushes against yours, a lingering touch that sends a rush of warmth through you both. “I have to say, that was definitely a memorable first car date”, he jokes, a hint of pride in his voice. “And investing into leather interior was definitely worth it” he adds, making you giggle.

Author’s note

tysm for all the likes, i really appreciate it!! ill try to post another smut tomorrow :] <3

[thesevro]

someone drugged my bro 😭

Love & Deepspace Caleb/Trans Male Reader MC/reader is also a DAA pilot cadet Content tags: penetration, p in v sex, AFAB reader, non-consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)/spiking, virginity loss, creampies, mentions of cunnilingus, confessions, overstimulation, Caleb gets all mean and edges you a bit too 5.2k words because these two are emotional PREVIEW: “If you don’t nail me to the bed with your dick right this second I swear on Gran’s life I’ll crash into your craft on the next aerial pursuit—” EXPLICIT CONTENT BENEATH THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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“Ohh, you got another box!” 

You sling an arm around Caleb’s shoulders. The delight in your smile has him grinning back at you.

“I’m praying this happens again next year,” you tell him with a mouth full of chocolate. He presses another chocolate into your mouth as you open your mouth to speak and you smack at him but continue your words nonetheless. He snickers at your big-backed, chipmunk-like expression. “What a way to be welcomed to the Administration.” 

“I don’t think I want this to keep happening,” he says, tone teasing, “I feel so bad for you. You didn’t get any. So we have to share now.”

You know he isn’t really sad about it.

“Calm it, I already know you’re for the community.” He side-eyes you at that. “It’s tradition for them. Even I’m thinking of giving a box to someone next Valentine’s. There are so many cute guys and girls here.” 

You don’t notice the way he bristles ever so slightly. Your hand hovers over the box as you contemplate which chocolate to shove into your mouth next.

“Huh.” He pretends to give your words some thought. “Who’s this someone you want to give chocolates to?”

“Let me think. You, of course,” you say casually. “Since you’re a good friend and all, and your height makes you kind of cute. But I wanna make sure all the cuties here at the DAA feel special, so I think I’ll be buying in bulk.”

He’d bash his head into the next wall if you weren’t here right now.

“I’m flattered,” he deadpans. “Will that be your way of confessing to someone?”

“Bro, we’re flight cadets. I might have considered doing that in university, but at this point I just want to make new friends.” You shake your head at him, picking up a chocolate and pushing it onto his tongue. He gets the feeling you’re trying to shut him up. But you did pick his favorite, and he ends up savoring the tang of lemon that spreads through his senses. “We’re here to be fighter pilots. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking like a teenager!”

—

“Caleb.”

His head tilts upward. He turns back, a smile already coming over his face at the sound of your voice. He tilts his head backward to meet your gaze as you stand over him. There’s a compression shirt wrapped tight around your torso. He notices. And files the sight of the lines of your strong torso, defined with cutting prominence through the shirt, away into his memory. For later.

“Why so serious, pipsqueak?” he teases, curious about your lowered tone. 

“Was there—” you swallow, the intensity of your gaze fading as you look away from him. Almost like you’re embarrassed. “Was there something in those chocolates?” 

“Huh?” 

You shove your hands deeper into the pockets of your casual sweats, and your eyes dart around the room, where other cadets are busy closing flight reports or enjoying their own boxes of Valentine’s chocolates. You lean down and whisper into his ear.

“What the fuck,” he says, appalled. He looks up at you like what you just whispered in his ear could only be a lie.

“I’ve been trying to—” your words falter. While he feels like tracking the person who drugged the chocolates, tying a rock to their ankle and throwing them into the nearby river, the image that crosses his mind is impossible to resist. You were trying to satisfy yourself? 

Your fingers between your legs. Your thighs spread apart. Your wetness, your moans—

“Just—listen, we’ve always been close. I’m not filing a medical report for this!” you say in a whispered shout. Caleb rises from his seat, touching your forearm in concern as your agitation visibly grows. “I’ll report the girl, there are still some chocolates left and I can write up the ratio between aphrodisiac and regular chocolate later but—fuck, nobody can know about this.”

He blinks.

“But you let me know about it?”

“Because I need—” None of your words are flowing coherently. Each sentence is embarrassment incarnate. And you seem to look at him differently, your eyes having glazed over the moment he touched you. He watches the open, moist part of your lips. “I need help.”

He gawks at you. Mouth closed, but expression indelibly shocked. “You need help. You… you need my help? You need help from me?”

You fidget, agitation burgeoning with each passing millisecond. “It hurts so much. No matter what I do, it won’t go away.”

No matter what you do.

It hurts.

That awakens an instinct inherent to Caleb. 

“You know what, never mind.” Your words become a quick, jumbled mess. “I’ll tough it out. It’s too much to ask for, I’m sorry, it’s so weird and I shouldn’t have asked, I guess just don’t come in my room—”

“There’s nobody in my room. Let’s go.” 

He takes your hand. 

—

He closes the door with urgency. Like you’re injured and all he has to do is bandage you up quickly.

“Caleb, are you sure?”

He hesitates. He can’t look at you, because he knows if he does he’ll do all the things he has ever wanted to do. Even if you need it, he will make no room for his selfishness.

“This is so fucking stupid,” you laugh. The distance between him and you only stretches from his bunk to the door. It would only take several steps to cross, but he knows that the actions he’ll commit that will follow are impossible. “I mean, I don’t think I can go back to my room anymore since the aphrodisiac is even my making my legs hurt now, but if you can keep the rest of your bunkmates out of the room for a few hours I might be able to—”

“Do you think I’m not good enough to help you?” 

He finally crosses the space. 

When he approaches, you almost feel trapped. His gaze is almost as powerful as his Evol, rooting you to the space in front of his bed. He stalks towards you like a predator closing in on a vulnerable mouse. 

You scramble for words. “No, I don’t want to force you into doing anything. I know you’re a virgin!” A nervous laugh bubbles in your throat. “I don’t wanna be the one who takes your virginity when I’m just your best friend.”

He finally reaches you, but doesn’t stop when his space invades yours. The backs of your knees hit the bed. You feel the breaths from his words as he speaks. “What if I told you I’ve never touched anyone because I’ve only ever wanted it to be my best friend that I lay a hand on like that?”

He tilts his head at you. The aphrodisiac truly works wonders. His proximity has altered the levels of oxytocin flowing through your core, has pushed the rush of four different hormones to unreached heights all at once. Your body detects him in ways you’ve only just now discovered possible. His words go in one ear and out the other. You admire the way his shoulders fill out his white shirt, how the veins in both his biceps peek out from under the sleeves. You've never noticed him like this. But you've never been more aroused than you are now.

“You need to get fucked?” he asks.

You swallow as you look into his eyes. “Only if you’re willing, Caleb.”

He looks down. You realize he’s looking at your lips. “Push me away if you want me to stop.” 

His fingers come up to hold your chin. Caleb steals your first kiss.

The aphrodisiac has explosions of need and feeling bursting in your body. You immediately pull him closer, kissing him back with a roughness neither of you are accustomed to. He makes a noise against your lips. You grip his shoulder and let your weight take you to the bed.

Caleb presses a hand to the back of your head to cushion your fall, but none of it registers in your head. You spread your legs for him, the ferocity of your lips on his a fiery rush. Soon he realizes he can finally release a hunger he’s been hiding from you nearly all his life. He shifts on the bed and grips your hips to grind you into his cock. Through the stupidly thick layers of fabric, you feel his hardness drag against your folds. 

“I want to see you,” you say into his mouth. You tug at his shirt and he rips it off, allowing for only a millisecond to exist where his lips aren’t on yours. You caress the hard planes of his torso and he shivers at your touch. Half-naked above you, he grinds his dick against your combat trousers, moaning at the stimulation and the feel of your mouth on his. 

“Take my shirt off,” you tell him. His breathing is labored. Synapses connecting rapidly all so he can memorize every millisecond of these moments with you beneath him, of how it feels to kiss you, to be between your legs and to have the permission to bare your body to his waiting eyes.

“You’ve really…” He gives a pleasured sigh at the very sight of you. “Changed so much.” 

His fingers trace the scars under your chest. When you shiver at his touch, scar tissue more sensitive than skin without such injuries, he knows he can no longer hold back—he needs to feel this new man before him. He’s only ever gotten the chance to speak with you as the man you’ve become; to have fun with you, to laugh with you and know this reinvigorated best friend of his. 

But he has still held back on fulfilling every one of the facets he wants to be more familiar with. He knows the sound of your deep laughter, but what about your noises of pleasure in this rich, sonorous voice of yours? 

He moves to give you one last kiss. It’s chaste. When his lips leave yours, he kisses downward along your skin, savoring how the skin on your collarbones feels on his lips, how a muscle in your strong chest twitches as he kisses you there. Your legs tighten around his waist and a soft sigh of his name leaves your mouth. Nearly makes him cum in his pants. He holds your thigh to part your legs from him so he can spread you open.

Caleb slides down your body, smooth as butter on a hot knife, kissing every inch of your skin for the first time, until his head is between your thighs. He smirks up at you, fingers curling around your trousers and the pink waistband of your boxers.

“Let me taste what you’ve been doing to yourself.”

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You’ve never known Caleb to be this cruel. 

He let you cum on his tongue. But he wouldn’t let up until you were kicking at him, pushing his face away and sobbing for him to stop at the overstimulation. He kept on insisting he had to stretch you out for his dick. And you didn’t really believe him, because no man could ever be so big.

He was.

When he pulled it out of his fatigues you practically jumped on him, overstimulation all but forgotten as the aphrodisiac kicked hormone production in your body into overdrive once more, but he knew you’d hurt yourself if he let you take control. 

Caleb has pinned you to the bed. Cock wet with lube, and only the tip inside you.

He has you begging and begging for his dick, struggling against his Evol as your cunt weeps, mind and nerves stimulated past the point of pain by the aphrodisiac.

“Please please pleasepleaseplease I need it—” you gasp, arching into him, bed squeaking wildly as you try to shove the rest of him inside. Why does he have to be so cruel? Can’t he see you’re in pain? That the aphrodisiac is ruining you, frying your neurons until all you can think about is his dick, his big, stupid fat fucking dick—

“Need what?” he still has the gall to ask. You squeeze around his tip. Tight enough you might just be trying to suck him in. His face twists at the feel but he still manages to be dumbly cocky. “You gotta tell me how I can help you pipsqueak.” 

“I need your dick!” you beg. Tears prick your eyes as the throb in your cunt spreads through the rest of your body until you feel like a fresh, aching bruise—nothing has ever hurt like this. You don’t think he can see it. Low-grade aphrodisiacs, the kind most can afford in Skyhaven, don’t typically have this effect according to the cases you’ve read. Whichever girl put this type of aphrodisiac in his chocolate must have drained her trust fund just for it.

It’s why he has the nerve to be so mean. He doesn’t know how much it hurts. Well. Quite good, then, that you’ve little sense of dignity left and will beg for it until he’s fucking his cum into you.

“I need to feel you fuck me,” you say in a sobbed sigh. Rendered immobile still by his Evol, you can only wiggle your hips pathetically, trying to slip him inside you. “I want you to fill me up with your cum. I want to hear you moan in my ear as I take your cock and have you fuck me so hard all I can think about is how big my best friend is inside me.”

You start babbling, unaware of the serious expression that has taken over his face the second the words ‘best friend’ left your mouth, “I want your babies, I want to be so full of your cum I get pregnant tomorrow, I need it I need it I need it—”

“You think I’ll be good enough for you? Will just your best friend’s dick be enough?” 

You don’t pick up on the scorn in his tone. The hatred for the phrase ‘best friend.’ It’s too subtle, so unlike Caleb that you could never conjure a universe where he’d speak to you that way. You simply beg, again. Not as nicely though.

“If you don’t nail me to the bed with your dick right this second I swear on Gran’s life I’ll crash into your craft on the next aerial pursuit—”

“Be quiet for me for a second.”

He tuts. The moment you feel his hips shift, you shut your mouth. He speaks in a low murmur as he presses his cock to your hole. "Relax for me, baby. I'll make it stop hurting."

Your legs tighten around the backs of his thighs. You want him inside. You need it. You've already cried twice for it.

His cockhead spreads your hole as he presses his hips closer. Then the rest of his length spears you open. Caleb moans above you, swearing.

“Oh,” you moan softly. Caleb focuses on it. Your open mouth, your mussed hair. The way your body writhes impatiently beneath him. You’re already such a mess and he hasn’t even started. Three inches in, he feels the precum dribbling out his cockhead. When he realizes all of it is filling you up he nearly blows his load then and there.

“You’re so hot,” he groans, breaths fanning across your face with his first thrust. Your name is reverence on his tongue as he moans it into the air.

It’s your first time. You know for a fact it’s his, too. The stretch of his cock is heightened, impossibly good. You hold him close and whimper. You never would have thought it could feel like this. 

“Don’t make those sounds,” he whispers, unmoving. It’s then that you become conscious of the unmistakable, harsh throb of his dick inside you. He’s close already. “Fuck, (Name),” he sighs again.

“Caleb,” you say. Something in your voice has him pulling back from your neck to cradle your face. Your eyes still glisten with tears. He softens, forehead touching yours.

“You gotta give me a few minutes,” he chuckles, voice low. “Think I’ll cum if I move.” 

“I don’t have minutes,” you shoot back at him in a whisper, but having his dick inside you has returned some of your coherence. “Caleb, please—”

“Shhhh,” he soothes, his hand gripping your hip. His thumb rubs circles into your skin. “It’s okay. I’ll make sure you cum more times than I will.

“I’ll move, okay?” he tells you, lips brushing yours with the words.

His hips shift. You both groan as he thrusts back inside, a slow, scooping motion that rubs against a spot inside you even your fingers have barely touched. 

There’s so much grace to his movements. Strength in the very way he holds his body. You feel safe beneath him, solid. You know he’ll take care of you, as he has a million times in the past and always will. 

Your core burns, but you let him take it slow. Nothing will be able to take away the sense of safety and love that fills you in this moment. He throws his head back and you hold the back of his neck, cupping his face with a hand as he fights the waves of an impending orgasm. Caleb only provides a few moments for this restraint. Once the approach of his orgasm dwindles, his hunger soon takes over.

“Am I…” he swallows, watching with furrowed brows as you pant beneath him, savoring the sight of your face twisted in pleasure all because of him. His hips ram into yours. The feel is hard. Bruising. His skin slaps wetly into yours with every thrust. “Am I the only one who’s seen you like this?” 

Your mind goes blank. You blink up at him, attempting to comprehend, but he never stops pounding into you with this newfound rhythm. Your body gets looser and looser until you’re practically limp beneath him, mouth open, only able to take his cock and nothing else. You grasp weakly at his bicep for purchase.

“Was I the first one you thought about when the aphrodisiac kicked in?” he pants out. “I should be the only one you think about doing these things with.

“Now that I…” he huffs, swearing under his breath. “Now that I have you like this… nobody else will ever be able to. I’m the only one who will ever get to see you this way.”

“W-what?” you stammer, raising your voice against the slick noises of him beating your boyhole with his dick. “B-but isn’t this just sex—”

Something flashes across his features. You know him so well, but you can’t identify the emotion that fills his eyes now. 

“Really?” he asks. His voice has deepened. 

You start to ask him a question, but he leans back and pushes a hand under the small of your back. He lifts you easily and uses his Evol to drag a pillow under your back. You shiver at how deep he gets with the change in angle. But that isn’t where he lets this end. He unwraps your legs from around his waist to push them up and over his shoulders. 

He fucks you into the rickety bunk mattress, and you cry out louder than the bed can squeak. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull. You dig your nails into his hips, reaching for him wherever you can, the feel of him so deep inside you unbearable. Your pussy gushes, so wet for his dick that every thrust he makes gives a sloshing, sloppy noise. 

“Caleb, st-stop—I can’t—”

“I’ll make you see that nobody can make you feel as good as I do.” He gives a rough chuckle. “Even if I’m just your best friend.” 

He leans forward, your legs still hooked to his shoulders, bending you in half until every single inch of him fucks into you with every thrust. Your back arches and you struggle as sensation overwhelms you. Your walls squeeze his fat cock, so warm that he feels he might cum at the next thrust. And the next. And the next.

His eyes barely leave your face. Your embarrassment begins to grow with it. You close your eyes, breaking away from his gaze. Try to cover your face with a hand. 

Caleb immediately reacts. He leans, folding you until your feet are just above his head, your pussy practically tilted to the heavens. Like this, he’s able to reach for you and pin your hands away from your face.

“Don’t be selfish,” he says. Almost commanding you. “I want to see how good I make my best friend feel.” 

You sob. Your climax is building rapidly, the sheer stretch of him overwhelms your brain. The noises he makes above you are so delicious. You can’t believe you can make him feel this good. Caleb is vocal about his pleasure, moaning unabashedly with each thrust. In between his sweet, noisy moans he murmurs nearly drunken praise about how good you feel wrapped around his dick, how tight you are, how handsome you look as you take his cock.

“C-can you feel—mmmghh” —You squeeze tight around him— “Can you feel how wet I am for you?” 

His body lurches. Some of his weight is lifted from your hands as his head rolls back and he gives a loud, sexy moan. 

“D-don’t talk like that pipsqueak,” he pants. 

“Make me cum then,” you answer. You’re so close it hurts. “Make me shut up.” 

He takes your challenge in stride. He leans forward until the backs of your thighs are pressed into his chest and he’s practically thrusting vertically downward into your pussy. You feel his balls kiss your ass gently as he adjusts to the position. Then his musculature steadies above you, his hips piledriving downward. His balls slap into the skin of your ass. 

“In this position, you can’t escape me,” he says, thrusts merciless and wet. His gaze encompasses you, impossible to avoid. You blink up, tears on your lashes, into the beautiful supernova of his eyes. “I’ll keep you here until you drench my dick in your cum three times, pretty pipsqueak.” 

With these words, he wraps his arms around you, his arms coming around your legs so that the entirety of him envelopes you in his embrace. He cradles your head and brings his lips to yours. You press passion into his mouth, your tongue sucking on his until he pulls your head backward to further expose you and drive his tongue into your mouth. You moan as he sucks on your lips. 

“My gorgeous boy,” he moans into your skin. “You’re mine, yeah?” 

“I’m all yours, Caleb,” you say. “Only yours now.” 

“Only now?” 

He changes the pace, moving his hips in circles so that his pelvis grinds into your throbbing cocklet. You can’t help but squirm at the stimulation when all he was giving you was his dick earlier.

“What about tonight?” he asks. His voice reflects this new insecurity of his, but there’s an edge to it. It’s possessive. Dangerous. “What about tomorrow?”

“Caleb, why do you keep talking like this—”

He’s too greedy to let you reply. And too afraid to. With eager fingers, he reaches between your thighs to swiftly gather your mixed fluids and finger your cocklet with his thumb. Without hesitation, his thrusts return to that hard, pounding rhythm at the very same time. You squeal. 

“Caleb!” you scream. “Caleb!” 

You feel him grin against your neck. But you aren’t really all there anymore. Your back begins to arch off the bed. Head lolling, hands clawing at his shoulders. He doesn’t bother to try shushing you. The barrack master can eat shit for all he cares when you’re like this, screaming his name until your voice is raw and hoarse enough that it cracks down the middle with your moans.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. “Caleb, you feel so good, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum—”

He pulls back to watch. It’s almost like taming a wild horse as he presses his forehead to yours and you buck against him, writhing wildly with the effects of the aphrodisiac heightening your pleasure and his unrelenting fingers jerking off your cocklet. You squeeze around him, impossibly tight. He feels his balls draw upward. Drool spills from the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back into his head. Your moans and his mix together as your sounds spill into the air.

He tries to draw in that pupil of focus once more so that he can memorize your face as you cum on his cock. Eyes fluttering, he looks back down at you. Your handsome face is open with pleasure. The veins in your throat strain against your skin as you cry his name. It’s all you can say through your pleasure. Almost as if you worship the man bringing pleasure to your core.

“I’ve loved you,” he murmurs in an almost incoherent slur as you cum around him, with your hands holding tightly onto his and your pulse beneath his fingertips, “Every moment we’ve been alive. I am so in love with you it hurts. Knowing that you just won’t feel the same. You can’t. But if this is what I’ll get, if this is what you’ll let me have and you let me take care of you like this, then I can just forget. I’ll pretend that you love me too when it’s just the two of us like this.” 

When you look up at him, your orgasm fading, you see that same emotion return to his face. He’s looked at you this way so many times before that his confession now gives way to finally show you what it is. You lift a hand to his cheek and he presses into your touch, desperate, fearful perhaps of the way this will end, his eyes closing, his face pained.

You give yourself a few moments to recover. You’ve never reached such pleasure before. And it’s him who gave all of it to you. As he always does. Caleb—calm, encouraging, and bright. Your beloved provider. 

“Caleb.” Your voice is so soft, so soothing that the pain on his face eases a bit. “All I have are words. But that’s not enough for me to show you just what I feel for you.” 

He opens his eyes to return your gaze. He waits for you to continue. But he seems to be drawing in on himself, as if he’s preparing for the hurt your words will bring. You, more than anything, want to prove him wrong.

“What do I need to do?” you ask. “What do I need to say? What can I show you that will prove I have always felt just the same?” 

He leans back and adjusts your legs. You wrap them around his waist once more. But he doesn’t come back to hunch over you and hold you close to him. He’s stopped moving completely. Caleb turns his face away from you, embarrassed.

“I don’t need your consolation,” he says. 

“You’re right, you don’t.” You lift your back from the bed, hands slowly running up the lengths of his arms as you move to seat yourself fully upright in his lap. Your calloused palms glide over the goosebumps that rise on his skin at your touch. Your body is as strong as his as you lift yourself off the bed and into his lap, abs rippling with the smooth motion. “You need the truth.” 

You grasp his hands in yours, pulling them towards your chest. You pepper kisses along his skin, cherishing the hands that have fed you, held you, helped you, and cared for you. 

“Yeah, I might have jumped on a grenade for you before,” you begin. He can’t help but shake his head at your words, because while you did do that at 13:29 on a hot afternoon in April, he can’t help but narrow your consolation down to something insincere. You hold his face so he can’t look away from you, continuing, “But when we were kids, you were the only one I wanted my partner as. You were the only one I’d snatch extra candy for from Ms. Xia. I’d win every stupid game the other kids wanted to beat me at so none of them could be your partner. And you always kept losing your basketball a secret from me, but I was the one who’d climb the tree in our backyard just to get it back every time you lost it because it was your favorite one.” You chuckle at his expression. “You always thought it was the wind, huh? 

“You have always been there for me.” Your fingers brush over the apple of his cheek. “But I think you sometimes forget I’ve always been here for you, too. It’s always been you and me, Caleb.”

You clutch his hands to your chest. “And here, at the DAA…” You swallow. “I think I’m learning to fall in love with you.”

Caleb looks up into your eyes. There’s a flurry of movement, and you gasp as he gives your mouth a hard, bruising kiss. You’re pushed flat onto the mattress as he moves his body over yours. 

“I love you,” he whispers into your mouth. Then he begins to thrust. There’s an ease to his movements, a sense of freedom. As if he’s finally let go. His hips undulate backward and forward, slowly. He savors this connection with you.

The kisses he presses into your lips are slow. Soft. You hold his face as he makes love to you, as he cherishes your body without that earlier hunger, that fearful desperation founded by the belief that he’d lose you the moment you left his bunk. That you’d be rid of him the second you—

“Don’t look away from me, Caleb.”

You pull him back from the spirals tracing dark, angry paths into his mind. He doesn’t shy away from your gaze. 

“Pipsqueak,” he says. He never thought he’d say this childish nickname like this. “(Name). I love you. So much more than you realize.” 

He doesn’t need you to say it back. He’ll wait as long as it takes, until you fall for him as deeply and as painfully and with as much yearning as he has for you.

“Inside me,” you whisper, giving him permission for something he’s dreamt of for years, the peak of intimacy he has always wanted to share with you. Only you. He presses his mouth to yours in gratitude.

That’s all it takes.

He doesn’t part from your mouth as he cums. As greedy as him, you swallow his moans as his cock marks your insides white with his cum. You caress his nape, your touch gentle on his cheek as he shudders through the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had in his life. He can’t stop moaning your name against your lips, his voice raised in pitch, shaky. He pulls you closer in the middle of it, up until your chest is pressed against his and he feels your moans, your encouragement telling him to fill you up, reverberating against his skin. His knees crawl up the bed so he can bury himself further, deeper inside of you. A pleasured sob of your name fills the air as it leaves his mouth. He savors every syllable of your name falling from his lips, because it’s the first time he’s said it this way. With all of the love he truly feels for you. With the intimacy he has always yearned to have you bask in. 

He collapses on a hand when he finishes. Tries not to fall on top of you. But you pull him in close until he lets himself go limp above your body. Your heartbeat thuds against his chest, rhythm rapid with the aftermath. There’s not a single centimeter of space against your body does that his doesn’t fill. You stroke his hair, fingers smoothing the disheveled locks. You feel him relax further, muscles losing their tension in your warm embrace.

“You love me?” you ask.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Even if you let me or you don’t,” he says, “I’ll always love you. I won’t ever stop showing it.”

“I think you more than showed me today,” you mutter.

He gives a little chuckle.

“Give me time?” you say. “I’m still learning that I’m falling in love with you.”

He nuzzles into your neck. His lips give your skin a gentle kiss. “You can take a hundred years and I wouldn’t regret a single second I spent waiting.” He wraps his arms around you. “I’ll wait for you, pips.” 

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Some things I noticed about the way I wrote this

I couldn’t help but want to write from both their perspectives, so the story kinda jumps povs in terms of who’s feeling or doing what

I really wanna know your thoughts

Is it not smooth? Too many jumps from Caleb’s to MC’s pov? Let me know u freaky ahh

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2 minutes of Caleb fingering you and then fucking you.

Excluding bgm. All audio and sfx come from the game. No Ai. 🤤😏