bring me to tears (calebmc).
your boyfriend's reaction when you start crying during sex.
You straddled Caleb’s lap, thighs locked around his waist as he drove into that spot again and again, unraveling you from the inside. He dragged you flush against him, bare chests making contact as he panted deliciously into your ear.
It was too much, too perfect. The pleasure coiled so tight it cracked something open behind your ribs. A small tear left you before you could stop it, not from pain but from the dizzying weight of him. He was alive, solid, here, arms caging you like you were something precious and small even as he thrusted roughly into you.
Your dazed state didn't stop you from feeling embarrassed at the thought of crying during sex, so you bit down on your lip, hard enough to taste copper, and buried your face in his hair. If you didn’t meet his eyes, maybe he wouldn’t notice.
Seconds later he shifted without warning, hands sliding to your hips as he guided you up an inch before reclining deeper into the couch. The new angle punched the air from your lungs, and this time you couldn’t stop the ragged sob that tore out of your chest.
Caleb froze.
His rhythm faltered, then slowed to a cautious roll. “Baby?” The pet name cracked in his throat. He eased you back, palms framing your wet cheeks. “Hey, hey, look at me. Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head frantically, but the tears kept coming, spilling over his thumbs. Words tangled behind your teeth, drowned by hiccupping breaths.
“Talk to me,” he pleaded, voice uncharacteristically tense. You could see the panic flickering in his purple eyes as they searched for yours. “Where? Tell me where it hurts.”
“No I– I” you tried to explain but the sobs that shook your body kept interrupting you. It seemed like one tear was enough to break down everything you had bottled inside, all that burning and aching you had for him exploding at once. You didn’t even know how to put it in words anyways.
His hands stilled on your face, thumbs hovering as if touching you might shatter something fragile. You hadn’t seen that expression on his face for a while – nervous, unsure, even fearful. You could feel him scanning your body, gaze searching every possible bruise he might have left, every place he’d been too eager, too rough. His fingers trembled against your cheeks.
When you didn't answer he started to pull out slow and careful, scared the smallest movement might break you even further. However you locked your ankles behind his back and shook your head again, harder.
“No– no, stay– The words choked off into another sob.
His eyes snapped back to yours, filled with worry. “Then what is it?”
You felt the way his heart hammered against your ribs, frantic. “You’re crying, baby. You’re crying and I can’t–” His voice drops to a rough whisper. “I can’t fix what I can’t see.”
“It doesn’t–” A laugh-sob escaped as you tried again. “Caleb you didn’t hurt me. I just–” You pressed your forehead to his, trembling. “You’re here, you’re real, and... I love you so much it hurts.”
You could see the exact moment the tension in his shoulders melted. He looked back at you with soft eyes, a shaky exhale ghosting across your lips as he swept a fresh tear away.
“Love...” He pulled you back into his chest, one hand cradling the nape of your neck, the other splayed between your shoulder blades like he could shield you from the world. “You know I’m never going anywhere. Not without you.”
His hips stayed still now, grounding you instead of chasing release. You clung to him, face tucked under his jaw, letting the storm pass in the steady drum of his heartbeat against yours. He didn’t say anything, just held you tight and close as you calmed down.
After a while, your breathing evened. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Better?”
You nodded, sniffling. “Mortified, but better.”
He chuckled, and you almost melted at his beautiful smile. “Crying because it feels too good? That’s definitely a new one.” His fingers traced idle circles on your back. “Next time warn a guy, Pips. Almost gave me a heart attack.”
You huffed a shaky laugh into his skin. “Shut up.”
“Make me,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. You shivered at his voice, remembering how minutes ago he was nothing but pants and whimpers against your ear.
He rocked you once, slow and deliberate, testing. “Sooo… still with me?”
You answered by tightening your arms around his neck and rolling your hips in return. “Always”
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