boy nextdoor!Caleb asks you to make things official!
summary: caleb is cute and wants to make you hisssss. A continuation of my first boy nextdoor!Caleb fic.
cw: fluffiest of fluff, mentions of sex but no explicit smut. Very west coast-coded. Reader calls Caleb fat (lovingly)💀
Eight months ago, you and boy nextdoor!Caleb sat in the bed of his truck, splitting an order of carne asada fries, pretending the world wasn’t on fire. That going in different directions for college wasn’t going to kill you.
Truth be told, it came pretty close.
March was here, and thank the heavens above your spring break lined up with his. You’d spent all of winter quarter doing… long distance? Is it still considered long distance if he isn’t technically your boyfriend?
It’s not that either of you had commitment issues or anything. It’s just… after years of being best friends, it never occurred to you that what you had now was worthy of a different title.
Caleb was, or is, still your best friend. He just became your best friend that also knew you liked being woken up to his head between your legs.
Long distance wasn’t as bad as you’d expected. Texts and weekly phone calls made it tolerable. Although, a naughty text here and there always got you too worked up. And there was that night you watched him jerk off on FaceTime.
That’s a story for another time.
The point is, you were partaking in couple activities without the couple title. Which was fine, I mean, the boyfriend-girlfriend title is just a formality right? He’s still your Caleb. You’re loyal to him, he’s loyal to you, there’s no issues, right?
A couple weeks before the end of the quarter, when you had a break between midterms, you flew out to see him. It was perfect! You stayed in his dorm, you got to see one of his basketball games, he took you to his favorite spots around town, it was a very pleasantly uneventful break!
Until he introduced you to his friends.
Trivia night at the local pizza place. Vibes were high, apparently Caleb was the “Trivia Goat,” as his friends called him. The two of you were the last to arrive, everyone else already seated at the booth.
His friends immediately wave him down, smiles beaming and cheering for their trivia savior. His hand gives your hip a quick squeeze before interlacing his fingers with yours and leading you to the booth.
Caleb and his boys all do that weird handshake to back slap combo thing that guys seem to love doing to each other. After the rowdy bunch calms down a little, Caleb slips an arm around your shoulders.
“Guys, this is (name), my…”
He freezes, looking down at you with a lost expression. All of his friends gazes flick between the two of you.
Well, what are you? You think his friends know you’re sleeping together, so friend seems a little strange. Neighbor is even stranger, for sure. What the hell do you even call the relationship you guys have right now, if not boyfriend-girlfriend?
“My… girl!” He tries to save himself, but it’s clear there is some confusion amongst the group. It blows over almost instantly, the guys taking turns introducing themselves with the utmost politeness.
That moment had made you realize you needed a title. Not because it was hindering your relationship with Caleb, but because without the title, it made explaining your relationship very, very difficult.
Don’t get it twisted, Caleb had apologized in more ways than one that night. When he kissed you goodbye at the end of the trip, he promised he’d make it up to you.
That was before the end of winter quarter. You’d almost completely forgotten about the incident. Now you’re both back home, on spring break, nothing in the way of giving each other your complete attention.
“Can I have one of your rolled tacos?” Caleb asks from his spot in the drivers seat. His Tacoma was his second favorite girl, you holding the number one spot, obviously. You had picked up Mexican food and driven down to your favorite beach spot for sunset. Windows rolled down, letting the breeze carry in that nostalgic saltwater scent. Stereo on low, playing your playlist.
“Ask me again when you’ve finished your burrito, fatass.” He huffs, reaching into the white paper bag for yet another container of hot sauce. Eating in silence, the two of you just enjoyed the ambience of the warm sunset casting highlights of reds and pinks over the waves. Neither of you needed to be constantly speaking. Being together since you were in kindergarten, the company of one another was plenty.
Caleb inhaled his burrito, no surprise there. You, on the other hand, were taking your sweet time getting through three rolled tacos.
“Are you sure you don’t need help finishing those?” He pleaded, his best puppy dog eyes coming out to strengthen his request.
“You know I’m a slow eater! What the hell is with you tonight…” It’s true, Caleb had been a little antsy all afternoon. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet when he came and knocked on your door to pick you up. His fingers were mindlessly tapping on the steering wheel the entire drive, not even on beat to the music. Even his posture was a little more rigid than normal.
“I’m just hungry, Pips. I’m a big, growing boy.” He snorts over at you, boyish grin on his face. Shooting him a sideways glance as you take another bite of your food. After about two and a half rolled tacos, you throw in the towel.
“Alright, have at it, big guy.” You hand over the little styrofoam tray and he wastes no time going to town on your leftovers. Two big bites is all it takes him to scarf down the remainder of your rolled tacos.
“Is there anything on my face?” He turns to you, face shockingly devoid of any toppings. You still take the opportunity to kiss him.
“Yeah, let me get it.” You lean in to gently peck his lips. “You taste like sour cream.”
“I thought you like sour cream.” Another kiss.
“Never said I didn’t.” You say in between kisses.
Caleb pulls away and runs a hand through his hair, before taking a deep breath in.
“Do you wanna go sit on the sand? I have a blanket in my trunk.” He asks, gaze shifting from you to his rear view mirror.
“Sure.” Hopping out of the passenger seat, you make your way to the trunk, unlatching the cargo cover and releasing the tailgate.
To reveal all of your favorite things.
Candies, plushies, books you’ve been wanting to read, shopping bags from your favorite stores… are those packs of Pokemon cards? All surrounding a cute little sign.
“Can I be your boyfriend?” You read the sign aloud, just as Caleb comes around his side of the truck with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, lilies.
“Caleb…” You can’t fight the smile that spreads from ear to ear, hands coming up to cover your face. He sets the flowers on the open tailgate and pulls you into a total bear hug.
“Well?” Your face is buried in his chest, but you can hear the grin on his face. You put your chin on his pecs to look up at him, arms snaking around his torso.
“Of course I’ll let you be my boyfriend.” He immediately lifts you off your feet, spinning you around as you yelp in happiness. After a couple turns, he sets you down to sit on the tailgate, instantly coming to stand between your legs.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how nervous I was. Holy shit, I thought I was gonna vomit.” He leans his forehead against your shoulder.
“What? Did you think I was gonna say no?” You laugh, hand coming up to scratch his nape.
“I mean. Yeah, let’s be real, ‘no’ wasn’t an option. I just wanted things to be perfect. And like, I was worried everything was gonna get all jumbled when we were driving, I thought you were gonna see the flowers under my seat. And you were eating so fucking slow, I could barely sit still!” You giggle, head thrown back.
“I knew something was up! Acting like you had a two-by-four down your shirt when you were driving.” You exclaim, pressing a chaste kiss to his hair.
“I needed the sign to stay intact!”
“So you keep the driving steady, not your whole damn body!”
“I was one with the truck, Pips. Me and her were aligning our chakras for absolute cohesion.” You furrow your brows at him.
“Shake your head and tell me if you hear rocks.” That earns a boisterous laugh from Caleb. Using his hands to brace himself on either side of your hips.
“God, I can’t believe you said yes.”
“You just told me I didn’t have any other choice!”
“Yeah I did! But like… still! I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend now.”
“You’re such a dork.” You huff, pulling him into a kiss.
“Your dork, now.” He smiles against your lips, gentle kisses turning steamy as his tongue enters your mouth.
“Now you really can’t disappear without saying anything. Because I’ll have every right to hunt you down.” You tease. He throws his head back.
“I already made that up to you, times like, a million!”
“I’m just teasing, boyfriend.” You emphasize the title, shaking your head at him. Caleb kisses you one more time before pulling away to hand you the flowers resting on the tailgate. Taking a few steps back, he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone.
“Smile for the picture!” You get a little camera-shy, but still posing nonetheless.
“Better not send that to anyone.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“Well, your Mom totally caught me setting everything up in the driveway. I told her I’d send a picture when you said yes.”
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caleb looked up from the report he’d been reading, his attention shifting to you immediately. “what about him?”
you sighed, kicking your shoes off before collapsing beside him on the couch.
“his name’s daniel.”
he waited.
you already knew that look.
“he transferred into my department a few weeks ago.” you rubbed at your forehead. “at first i thought he was just trying to make friends.”
“and now?” clasping his hands together.
“…now i think he doesn’t understand the word no.”
the room fell quiet.
caleb closed the folder in his lap.
you hesitated.
“he keeps finding excuses to corner me.”
his expression didn’t change.
“today he waited until everyone left the break room before walking in, asked if i’d changed my mind about dinner.”
“…”
“i told him, again, that i have a boyfriend.”
“…”
"daniel laughed."
you swallowed.
“he said…” you looked down at your hands. “‘your boyfriend doesn't have to know.’”
the silence that followed felt heavier than before.
you forced yourself to keep talking. it felt good to get it off your chest.
“he keeps standing too close. he’ll lean over my chair while i’m working. yesterday he put his hand on the back of my chair and wouldn’t move until i asked him twice.”
you let out a nervous laugh, an attempt to try and lift the crushing weight in the room.
“i’m starting to dread going to work.”
caleb was still.
"why didn’t you tell me sooner?” his eyes met yours.
“because i didn’t want you getting involved.” looking away.
he looked at you for a long moment.
“did you report him?”
“not yet.” you bite your lip, it did feel good to finally tell someone but caleb's not reacting the way you thought he would.
“why?”
“because if i make a complaint…” you sighed. “everyone at work is going to know.”
he nodded once.
“okay.” he said sucking in a deep breath.
“…okay?”
that was it. he reached over, brushed your hair behind your ear, and kissed your forehead.
“come here.”
you leaned into him, grateful more than anything.
he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“i’m sorry.”
you closed your eyes.
“it’s fine.”
his hand rubbed slow circles against your back.
“…it will be.”
the next morning… daniel wasn’t at work. you frowned when you walked past his desk, empty. his monitor had already been unplugged. his nameplate was gone.
“where’s daniel?” you asked.
miles glanced up from his computer.
“didn’t you hear?” he looked around.
“hear what?” you said setting your stuff down.
“he resigned.”
“…what?”
“late last night.”
you blinked, in shock.
“…seriously?”
“yeah.”
“that was… fast.” trying to digest the news, curious as to what happened. miles shrugged.
“management was in his office for like an hour yesterday.”
“…why?”
“don't know.”
you looked at the empty desk for another second before shaking it off. strange. really strange.
you didn’t think about it again until dinner.
caleb was standing at the stove, sleeves rolled to his forearms, quietly stirring something in a pan while you wandered into the kitchen.
“guess what.” you say, tapping him on the back.
he smiled.
“what?”
“daniel quit.”
his hand paused for the smallest fraction of a second. then continued stirring.
“did he?”
“…that’s all you have to say?”
he looked over his shoulder.
“were you hoping i’d sound surprised?”
you frowned.
“…caleb.”
he turned the burner down before facing you completely.
“you’re smiling.”
“…because i’m relieved.” trying to find a clue on his face.
“good.”
going over to the sink to wash your hands before setting the table. trying not to be like that but you were definitely expecting more of a response.
you studied him for a moment as you were drying your hands.
“…did you know?”
he didn’t answer immediately.
instead he walked over until he was standing in front of you.
close enough that your knees almost brushed his.
“you remember what you told me?”
“…about what?”
“that he cornered you.”
“yes.”
“that he ignored you when you said you had a boyfriend.”
your heartbeat slowed.
“…yeah.”
he nodded.
“i listened.”
“…caleb.”
“you thought i wasn’t going to do anything?”
“i thought you’d tell me to go to hr.” trying to make a little bit of space so you could see him better.
“that would’ve taken time.” instead of letting you move, he pushed you even closer to the counter.
your stomach tightened.
“…what did you do?”
he smiled. it felt like the whole world stopped.
“nothing you need to worry your cute little head about.”
“caleb.” a broken whisper escaped your mouth.
"let's just say daniel won't be bothering you anymore." stroking the top of your head.
gently smoothing your hair away from your face. his fingertips lingered against your cheek. warm and comforting. completely at odds with the conversation.
“did you get him fired?”
he tilted his head.
“no.”
“transferred?”
“nope.”
“then what happened?”
he didn’t answer immediately.
instead he looked at you with an expression that almost resembled confusion.
like he didn’t understand why it mattered.
“he made a decision.”
looking at him waiting for him to continue.
“he understood.”
“understood what?”
he takes a deep breath, quickly looking back at the stove.
“that continuing to bother you…”
he leaned down, his lips barely grazing the side of your neck as he spoke.
“…would be the last thing he ever does.”
your breath caught. you werent angry. just very certain now how far caleb is willing to go.
he pressed one lingering kiss against your neck before pulling back enough to look at you again.
“i don’t like seeing you afraid.”
his thumb traced a slow circle against your waist.
“you won’t have to worry about him anymore.”
you searched his face for some indication that he regretted what he’d done. there wasn’t one. only relief. like solving the problem had been the obvious thing to do.
“…you scare me sometimes.”
the words left your mouth before you could stop them.
he smiled, caleb wasnt offended.
“only sometimes?”
despite everything a tiny laugh escaped you.he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours.
“okay.” he breathed out.
“okay?”
“means the rest of the time…” another gentle kiss against your temple.
“you still feel safe.”
that was the part that stayed with you the longest.
not the empty desk, not daniel’s resignation. or even the unanswered questions. it was the way caleb had held you afterward.
like removing daniel from your life hadn’t been something extraordinary. just another way of taking care of you.
note: another little draft for you guys, new content coming this week ;33
LADS Incorrect quotes #4 My dad's a yandere simp...so cringe-
Dad!Caleb With His Son when you're out on an extended mission
Son: Ok- Who's the hottest person you can think of?
Dad!Caleb*Stops crying and sniffles*Your mother...
Son*Cringed out face at his father and whispers* Ok dad...Mom isn't here you can be honest with me
Dad!Caleb: Pips-I mean your mother's a 10!
Son: SHE'S A 6 AT BEST!?
Dad!Caleb*Eyes flash with anger, and in a swift movement, this flipper is in his hand, pointing it at his son*-YOU TAKE THAT BACK!?!
Ding-
Dad!Caleb*Eyes look back to his phone it's a text from you sending him updates on how you're coming early...and flirtingly telling him to wear that apron you like so much*
Description: Caleb visits home from the academy and MC is in her first year of college. Things get…mutually intimate.
WC: 6.4k
DUDE juneleb is getting to me wtf is happening honestly. Anyway…sEMI off campus inspired ??? “headcannon” because I’m still thinking about that show LMAO. (Literally just because they masturbate in front of each other for a sec, that’s it. LOL.) For this to work, Caleb has to be slightly less jealous than his usual self, okay? Okay.
This was supposed to be a 1k blurb. It's now a 6k+ smutty but sweet monster that I wrote in two days... (ᵕ—ᴗ—) Enjoy! xoxo
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
“Would you stop talking about that guy from your class?” Caleb rolled his eyes. “Here I am visiting my one and only pips and she’s off daydreaming.”
“I’m n-not! It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“He—” I hesitated, “He asked me out.” I looked away from Caleb nervously.
He cocked an eyebrow at me, leaning closer toward me from his chair. “Really!?” He almost laughed, but it sounded more like a scoff.
“Don’t sound so surprised!” I quipped.
“I’m not.” He replied simply.
“Exactly! I’m a catch…” I rubbed the side of my arm.
“You are.” He smiled, but his eyes didn’t match the rest of his expression.
“Sooo…” He sounded. “What’s the problem, exactly?”
“Oh god! You know what, never mind! I cannot talk to you about this.” I covered my face with both hands.
“Oh, uh-uh. You can’t bring something up and then just renege! Spill it, pips.”
“I-I’m—” I broke our eye contact again. “I—”
“Geez, pips. Whatever it is, you can talk to me.” He got up from the lounge chair and sat beside me on the couch. “It’s me.”
“Y-you’re right.” I nodded.
“I’m—” I sighed, taking a deep breath, “I said yes, that I’d go out with him. We’ve been…texting a bit, and it’s getting a little, you know…”
“Oh god, ew!” He shoved my shoulder lightly.
“See! I can’t talk to you about this.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Gut reaction.” He scooted closer to me. “Yes, you can. I’m listening.”
“I’ve never…”
“Oh—oh.” He clutched both of his knees with his hands, looking away from me. “I see.”
“You’re nervous?” He asked softly, looking back toward me.
“So nervous!” I exclaimed, leaning back into the couch.
“That’s totally normal, pips. You’re going to be nervous, and that's okay.”
“Yeah but—” I sat up, “I don’t want to be!” I hung my head into my hands, huffing loudly.
I felt his hand touch my shoulder. “You should only ever do something you feel completely comfortable and safe doing.”
“I know but…”
“What?”
“I’m worried that I won’t feel…instantly comfortable, you know?”
“Then don’t do it.” He shrugged, fighting a slight smile at the corner of his lips.
“But—I want to.”
“Okay…ew.” I shoved him by the shoulder.
“Sorry, gut reaction again.” He laughed but then looked at me seriously. “Comfortability isn’t something you can just…force. It’s built. It’ll take time, but you’ll know when you’re ready. Whether it’s with this loser or someone…else.”
“He’s not a loser!” I laughed, weakly punching his arm.
“I bet he is.” He smiled, bumping into me with his shoulder.
His tone suddenly became serious. “No one is good enough for you, pips.”
“That’s not true.” I scoffed.
“It definitely is.” He tilted his head down, giving me a knowing look.
“Anyway…” he leaned back, “what are you…worried about…specifically?”
“All of it!” I blurted. “Being…naked in front of someone else, being…touched, touching som—”
He swallowed harshly. “O-okay, okay. I get it.”
“Well…” with his back against the couch, he turned to look at me, “like I said, time will make those things…easier.”
“How much time?”
“I don’t know, pips! It’s not a science.” He laughed awkwardly.
“Could it be?”
He furrowed his brows at me, confused. “What do you mean…?”
I spoke as quietly as I could while still ensuring he could hear me. “I feel the safest and most comfortable with…you.” He watched me speak carefully. “What if we…?”
His eyes widened dramatically, practically gawking at me. “Never mind! Shut up, shut up! Don’t say anything!” I quickly got up off the couch. “Pretend I did not just say that!” Ready to walk away, his left hand wrapped around my right wrist and stopped me.
He stood up, still holding onto my wrist, peering down at me earnestly. “I’ll do it.” He whispered.
“W-what…?” I looked up at him.
“I’ll do—whatever…you want me to…” He whispered again, brushing some hair away from my face with his right hand.
“I—”
“Can I kiss you?” He asked tentatively, staring at my lips.
I nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. “Say yes, or I won’t do it.” He said so like it was a warning.
“Yes.” I replied in an almost silent whisper.
Still holding onto my wrist, he straightened his posture. Using his right hand, the back of his knuckles stroked my cheek.
He leaned forward slowly, the gap between us beginning to close. The hand that was touching my cheek suddenly covered my mouth, resting gently over my lips. He got closer and closer, staring into my eyes.
“I won’t do anything,” he breathed out lowly, his own lips almost touching the back of his hand, “unless you tell me I can.”
My eyes were wide, the feeling of his large hand warm against my face.
“Nod if you understand.” He spoke quietly as the tension in the room pooled around us.
A particular desperation laced his tone, one I had never heard before. I nodded slowly and deliberately, my eyes softening in anticipation.
Each of his hands abruptly cupped the sides of my face, “Good—” he murmured before crashing his lips onto mine. Almost stumbling back, I caught each lapel of his jacket, holding onto him.
“Mmph…” he sounded against my lips, the emphasis behind the vocalization like a long-standing tension finally released.
He pulled away, still holding my face in his hands while resting his forehead against mine. We both breathed in and out heavily, a silent acknowledgment happening that we just broke a barrier that could never be rebuilt.
“Caleb…” I whispered, my lips brushing against his.
In a spilt second from hearing his name, his jaw clenched, “God—” he groaned before pulling me back into another kiss, deeper this time.
I brought my hands up from his waist and cupped his face in kind, the feeling of his lips, soft and warm, against mine absolutely exhilarating. I just wanted to touch more of his skin…
Our wrists were momentarily overlapped before he dropped his hands from my face and wrapped both of his arms around my waist, pulling me against his torso, causing me to further crane my neck back to maintain our connection.
He broke away again, leaning into one of my palms that cupped his face, closing his eyes. I admired his strong features as he leaned into me. “Don’t stop…” I murmured, stroking his skin with my fingertips.
His eyes snapped back open, darker than they were before. He breathed out harshly through his nose, in and out as I stared up at him. “I won’t.”
Releasing his right hand from my waist, he coiled it under my hair and around the back of my neck. His lips returned close to mine, but he left an intentional space between them.
“Not unless you tell me to.” He whispered against my lips before pulling me back into him, our lips meeting again.
I moaned into his mouth, absolutely lost within what was happening. With his left hand still on my waist, he hooked his arm further around me, his fingertips reaching the opposite side of my waist, pressing me firmly against him. With my mind hazy, the strong press of his fingertips through my clothes felt like a message saying he never wanted to let go.
He pulled away from my lips again, our bodies still pressed against one another. “You have no idea…” he kissed me deeply before breaking the kiss again, “how long…” again, sloppily this time, “I’ve wanted to do this…”
I breathed out slowly, the pressure from him holding me against him almost overwhelming me. His taut torso against my chest and his defined arm wrapped around my back made me feel exactly as I thought it might…secure, safe in his arms.
“You need to tell me if you want me to stop.” He breathed out shakily. I shamelessly stared at his lips as he spoke. Suddenly, his right hand left my neck and gripped my chin, tilting my head up and forcing me to meet his gaze. “Because if you don’t, I won’t be able to stop.” A shiver extended through me from head to toe.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I replied, fighting back a moan.
“You’re sure?” He asked breathlessly.
“Yes.” I nodded in unison with my words.
Wanting to feel more of him, I pushed the edges of his jacket back against his shoulders, the swell of his muscles making it so that I couldn’t just easily push it off. As I did so, he kissed me passionately, his arms releasing me and connecting behind his back so he could tug each sleeve off more easily.
While he worked to pull the material off his large frame, I cupped both sides of his face, holding him to me until he finished shaking the jacket off, letting the heavy leather fall to the ground.
“Hnngh…” he moaned into my mouth, his arms wrapping around me again. Now in just a T-shirt, I took the opportunity to grab the sides of his arms, my fingernails digging into his triceps.
Reluctantly, he parted our lips. “Can I pick you up?” He asked, his cheeks red and his lips slightly swollen.
“Please.” I responded desperately.
“Yes works too, you know.” He held back a smirk. Of course he had to tease me, even now.
“S-shut up.” I huffed, trying to catch my breath.
“Okay.” He responded immediately and obediently, causing my knees to practically buckle. Before I could say anything else, he bent down and gripped the back of my thighs, hoisting me up in one fluid motion.
I wrapped my legs around the low point of his waist. To better situate, he tossed me up lightly, causing a gasp to escape my lips. His strength and ease in doing so driving the pit in my stomach deeper. His fingers dug into my thighs as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, looking slightly up at me as he held me high in his arms.
I brought one of my hands back to his face, letting my fingertips graze his cheek. I let my hand dip further down, extending my thumb over his bottom lip, tugging it down gently, his grip on my thighs tightening.
“You’re so handsome…” I whispered delicately, drinking in every curve of each feature on his face with my eyes. While it should’ve felt strange to say, the words came naturally, something I always wanted to say to him.
“I want you.” The words tumbled from my lips without my explicit consent, a natural expression of my feelings.
“I need you.” He groaned. My eyes widened slightly before relaxing again, his words so free and honest, like a truth being set on fire.
“I—” I couldn’t finish. I didn’t know how, so I cut myself off with his lips, grabbing his face again.
Intimately familiar with the layout, he stepped out and around the couch, still kissing me. Holding me, he continued down the hall until we reached my room. Releasing one of my thighs, he pushed the door open, our lips never breaking.
When we entered, he shut the door behind us and pressed me against it. He released my thighs, using his body and the door to hold me up instead. We hadn’t fully broken apart until then.
He pressed his forehead against mine. “This is crazy, right?” He panted, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“I don’t care.” I huffed, lacing my fingers into to the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Fuck,” he gritted as I tightened my grasp in his hair, wanting his lips back on mine, “you’re driving me crazy.”
I gasped when he pressed more of his weight into me, his hips driving forward.
“Please,” he whispered, “stop me anytime if you feel uncomfortable.” His tone was suddenly serious again instead of playful.
I nodded but he quickly gave me a stern look. “I will.” I assured him. “Just kiss me, please.”
He did not need to be told twice, easily bringing his lips to mine again. I used the opportunity to feel the muscles at the top of his back before grasping at the material of his cotton T-shirt.
His tongue grazed my bottom lip, and as I reacted, opening my mouth further, his tongue dipped into my mouth. We both moaned as the kiss deepened, our heads craning slightly in opposite directions. I gripped his shoulders firmly as his tongue ran against my own.
Suddenly, he was pulling me from the door, and he carefully set me back onto my feet. I was somewhere I did not want to be: the ground. Adding to the displeasure of not being up and in his arms, he fully let me go, stepping backward further into the room, keeping his eyes trained on mine.
“Step one for getting comfortable…” he reached a hand over his shoulder and behind his back, clutching the material of his shirt at the top of his spine and easily pulling it off and over his head one-handed, the necklace I gave him lifting and falling back onto his chest.
While sure, I’d seen him without a shirt plenty of times, not like this, panting and flush with a pinkish-red hue coating his neck and the top of his chest. I internalized his appearance, noting that he definitely had gotten even more fit since being at the academy.
I bit my bottom lip, gazing openly at his chest before letting my eyes fall to his abs…then his hips. Each muscle along his torso carefully and clearly defined, the low light in the room casting delicious shadows over each one.
“Like what you see, pips?” He chuckled softly, watching me watch him.
“N-no, shut up…” I blushed, wincing that our usual banter slipped into this moment. But, he didn’t seem to mind. If anything…he was enjoying it.
“Are you sure?” He cooed, stepping back to me.
“No…” I whispered pathetically as he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him.
“Thought so.” He smirked. Ignoring him, I brought both of my hands to his chest, letting them cascade down and stop at the top of his abs.
He sucked in a breath, his chest rising under my touch. As he went to bring his face closer to mine, I pressed a finger into his chest, stopping him by pushing him back lightly with a playful smile.
“Naughty.” He quipped, stepping back again.
I reached down to the bottom of my own shirt, pulling it off, my hair lifting then falling in unison with the material. He watched me carefully, eyes widening slightly. They widened further when I reached a hand behind my back, unhooking my bra with one hand. Sliding the straps off slowly, I tossed the garment onto the floor.
“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath.
“Like what you see?” I taunted, raising a brow at him.
“I— U-um,” he struggled nervously, “…yes.”
“Thought so.” I teased, resting my hands on my hips.
He swallowed harshly, staring at my chest, a deeper blush creeping onto his cheeks. Looking into my eyes again, his hands found the button on his jeans. Popping the button, he slowly pulled the zipper down.
Stopping, he waited for me to act. I followed suit, then we both pushed and let our jeans pool at our ankles, each stepping out one foot at a time. I noticed him straining against the tight material of his briefs as I kicked my jeans aside. We both stood in silence, the only thing to be heard was a series of deep breaths as we looked at each other agonizingly.
He reached over and pulled out the chair to my desk, turning it around, like he was ready to sit but still standing. I walked over to the side of my bed, also still standing but ready to sit at a moment's notice.
Standing in front of the chair, he hooked his thumbs into his briefs, “Is this okay?” He asked tentatively.
“Yes.” I bit my bottom lip, mentally preparing to see him completely naked.
I let out an audible gasp when his briefs hit the ground around his ankles. He stood at complete attention, his tip the same color as his lips. I swallowed dryly as I processed both the length and width that easily verged on being intimidating.
Slowly, he sat down in the chair, allowing me to unabashedly stare. He didn't say a word and simply leaned back, his length pressing up toward his stomach.
I hooked my own fingers into my panties at my hips, pushing them down slowly until they fell on their own. He exhaled and tipped further back into the chair, looking me up and down one inch at a time. I sat down across from him on the side of the bed.
He stared into my eyes, sitting up a little, “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah.” I stuttered, still taking in his body, just a few feet from me.
“Are you su—”
I interrupted him, gaining confidence, “Yes.”
He smirked lightly, leaning back again. We formed a silent agreement that we weren’t going to touch each other, yet. This would be how we got comfortable.
“You know,” he breathed out, wrapping his hand around himself, “I used to hear you through the wall…”
“C-Caleb!” I nearly squealed, embarrassment cresting in the form of a red hue spreading across my cheeks.
“What?” He retorted lazily, staring at my body. “I thought now may be the best time to mention it…” He panted, his hand moving up, then down slowly.
“Moaning…whimpering…” his hand moved slightly faster, “Thinking no one was home…”
“Is this what you did?” I choked out, my hand gliding between my thighs.
“Something like that…” He groaned, staring at my hand as it slid up my thigh.
“All I know is—mmm—I wanted to barge in…” he moaned, his hand keeping pace, “and have you right then…” As he said so, my ring and middle finger parted my wet slit, easily gliding over my clit, causing me to moan.
“Fuck.” He breathed.
“Open your legs. Let me see.” He insisted, sitting up slightly while still stroking himself.
I hesitantly spread my legs further apart, and he exhaled at the sight, his chest rising and falling quickly, his hand still moving. I let my eyes glide over each inch of his body, each taut muscle, flexing and relaxing with each shift of his arm and hand. My eyes landed on his intimidating length as I watched the movements of his hand carefully.
I bit my bottom lip firmly as my own fingers quickened their pace, circling over my clit. This was crazy. But I didn’t care.
“Look at me.” He said lowly.
When our eyes met, I moaned needily. His brows furrowed and his lips parted as we stared into each other, the room suddenly feeling exceedingly rich and humid.
“Do you want me to make you come?” He asked calmly, his hand still moving.
“W-what?” I struggled, my legs starting to gently twitch and shake.
“You heard me.” His hand stopped moving. “Yes, or no?”
I continued to rub my clit gently, unable to process the question. “Because I’m more than happy to just watch.” He smirked.
“Y-yes.” I moaned, still looking at his body.
He stood up, pulling his briefs back on. He approached me, “Well then,” letting out a small laugh, “you better stop before you beat me to it.”
I blushed furiously, quickly removing my hand from between my thighs. Before I could do anything else with the hand I was using, he caught my wrist, kneeling down in front of me on the floor before the bed. Gingerly, he took my fingers into his mouth, instantly moaning when his tongue touched them.
“Holy shit.” He said as he released my fingers from his mouth. Still holding onto my wrist, he nipped my knee with his teeth, groaning against the skin.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He breathed out deeply, staring up at me like he would’ve done anything I asked him to do.
Instinctively, I looked over at his hand that was gripping my wrist. “Oh,” he said seductively, “is that so?”
He let go of my wrist and stood back up. With a teasingly slow pace, he placed each hand beside my thighs on the bed, leaning in toward me. I leaned back until I was on my elbows. He peered down at my exposed chest before back up and into my eyes. “You want to deprive me from completely tasting you?”
“I—”
“Sorry,” he interrupted, blushing and guilty, “I…I’m getting ahead of myself, I’m kidding—sort of.”
“Like I said, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” He gave me a soft smile, searching my eyes.
“But, if you change your mind, you can tell me that, too.” He smirked, standing up again.
My chest heaved up and down. “No one’s ever done either, I thought that may be—”
“Shh.” He sounded gently, sitting higher up on the side of the bed and away from me, closer to the row of pillows. Using both hands, he pushed himself back and toward the center, staying upright and resting his legs open.
“Come here.” He tapped his muscular chest with two fingers, causing me to gulp.
I crawled up toward him but before I could get too close, he spoke, “The other way. Turn around.”
“Oh.”
After I started to situate between his thighs, he brushed all my hair over one shoulder, the feeling of his fingertips sending a shiver down my spine. When my back pressed against his chest, he let out a low, desperate groan.
With our skin finally really touching, I felt goosebumps rising nearly everywhere. “Are you sure this is comfortable?” I asked, feeling his length hard and pressed up against me.
“Very.” He whispered, his lips near my ear.
“Relax.” He said quietly, running his hands down my arms. “It’s just me.” I released tension I didn’t realize I was holding in my body, getting more comfortable against him.
“Can I touch you?” He whispered in my ear.
“Yes, please.” He kissed my neck gently once in response.
His right hand wrapped around me, his palm flat against my stomach, sliding down. I swallowed dryly as I watched his hand descend.
His fingers gently parted my already soaked slit easily. He inhaled sharply against my neck, as his fingers glided down then back up, collecting more wetness from my entrance.
“You’re so wet.” He huffed, toying with my clit deliberately. “Is that from kissing me or watching me touch myself…or both?”
“B-both.” I stuttered weakly, looking down at his hand moving delicately, the veins subtly shifting with his actions.
“Hmm…”
“You saying…” I breathed out shakily, “that you—nngh—could hear me.”
“Oh yeah?” He purred. “There’s a lot more I could tell you.”
I moaned as he began to switch from a gentle up and down motion to a slow, circular one. “Like w-what?” I struggled to say as my left leg started to close inward. He caught my leg with his left hand, holding it down and open.
“Like how every time I make myself come…” his fingers slowed down to a painfully teasing degree, “I’m thinking about you…”
I moaned, squirming against him. “Beneath me, calling out my name, staring into my eyes…holding onto me like your life depends on it.”
“Caleb—oh my god.”
“Filling you completely…” He groaned, kissing my neck again, sucking the flesh there.
“Hmmph…” He released a series of sounds against my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking, his fingers working in a perfect unison.
His lips left my neck, his fingers moving slightly faster. “You name it…I’ve thought about it.”
“I’m always thinking of you.” I moaned helplessly at his words.
“C-Caleb?” I groaned out in a questioning tone.
“Yes?” He cooed.
“Don’t s-stop what you’re doing, but please, stop talking—nngh—I’m gonna—”
“Good.” He chuckled lightly against my neck. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Y-yes, but—”
“Fine.” He wrapped his left leg over mine that he had been holding down with his unoccupied hand.
Now with a freed-up hand, he brought it to my face, gripping my jaw firmly and cocking my face to the side and back toward his.
He looked into my eyes, “I won’t talk.” He brushed his lips against my mine, my mouth going slack as I whined while his fingers continued. “But you will come.”
His tongue plunged into my mouth, holding me firmly in a passionate kiss, keeping each moan from me for himself.
His fingers found the perfect rhythm and direction, keeping steady as I struggled against him. Shifting and moving against my will in pleasure, our kiss broke, and a singular strand of saliva stretched then broke between our lips.
“Caleb…” I whined, my head collapsing against his shoulder.
He kissed my cheek softly. “Go on…” He whispered.
“I— Oh my god…” By now I was moaning desperately and repeatedly against him. “Aah— Caleb…!” I reached down and gripped his flexing forearm, but he didn’t budge.
“Don’t fight it.” His lips were against the side of my face, his voice hoarse and low. “That’s it.” He moaned, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Fu—Caleb!” I shrieked erotically, desperately clutching at his arm. Still moaning and gasping, he didn’t stop, carefully working me through the release.
“Oh my god.” I huffed excessively, making a failed attempt at trying to catch my breath.
“God,” he panted, pulling his wet fingers up and away from me, wrapping his right arm loosely around my neck and dipping his fingers into his mouth, “mmph…” before pulling them out from between his lips, “that was so fucking hot.”
“You— You’re—” I gripped his forearm that was across my chest and near my neck with both hands. “T-that was—” I struggled to breathe.
“You have no idea…” he released his arm, running it down my side, “the amount of restraint I’m imploring right now.”
He wrapped both his arms around me, folding them just under my breasts. “I want…” he breathed out slowly, his grasp around me tightening, “to touch every inch of you…bury myself inside of you until we lose control… I want to make you scream my name, over and over again… And I never want to let you leave…”
“So…do it.” I responded quietly, my ragged breathing still louder than my words.
He breathed out shakily, something holding him back. “Caleb…?”
“I—” he squeezed me tighter in his arms, “If I do, nothing will ever be the same.”
“Things already aren’t the same…” I whispered, “Just—”
With his left hand, he gripped my jaw again, stopping me from speaking. With his right still around me, he pulled me slightly to the side, positioning and pulling me until my head was craned back again, staring into the unfathomable depths in his eyes.
“Is that what you want?” He asked earnestly, watching for any micro-expression I may have made.
“Because…” he stared at my lips before back up into my eyes, “that’s what I want.”
“So. Fucking. Badly.” Each word was a slow, painful truth for him.
“But I—” he breathed out slowly, “I won’t. Not unless it's what you truly want.”
Stunned and silenced by his burning desire, I stared back at him. “Just tell me...” he inched toward my lips, “do you want me?”
“I—” Maybe we were both right; things were different now, but perhaps not yet irreversible, like they would be when I answered him.
“I want you.” I whispered and his body relaxed. “No—I, I need you. I'm always thinking about you,” I admitted shamelessly, “God, do I fucking ne—”
Lacking both patience and the restraint to let me finish, he crashed his lips onto mine recklessly, devouring me helplessly. When we parted, both trying to find any semblance of air, he stared at me, “Get up.” He insisted.
I scooted away from him and crawled toward the end of the bed, but he caught my ankle, pulling me until I collapsed, my breasts and stomach making full contact with the bed, causing me to gasp.
He sat up, getting onto his knees and hovering over my legs, bending at his hips to kiss up my thighs, sinking his teeth into the supple skin of my backside when he got there. “Hey!” I laughed into the mattress.
He ignored me and kept kissing upward, along my spine until his face was beside mine. He pressed down into me with his hips, his clothed, hard cock pressing into my ass.
“Fuck…” He nearly whimpered.
“Turn around.” He demanded, lifting his hips up and getting onto his knees.
I wiggled until I could flip over and face him, his hands beside my head and his knees boxing me in beside my thighs. “You’re so gorgeous…” He murmured, looking down at me, and I blushed, reaching out to touch his arms.
Bending down, he kissed my sternum, his lips inching closer toward my left breast. “Can I?” He asked eagerly against my skin.
“Yes, please.” I bit my bottom lip, peering down at him.
“You know,” he spoke hushed against my skin, his lips pressing into the side of my breast, “I’m really starting to like hearing yes and please from you in the same sentence. It’s unusual for you.”
“You—” I went to scold him but was silenced when his left hand came up and gently gripped my right breast, his mouth continuing to kiss the left.
“Nngh…” I moaned as he squeezed slightly harder, my nipple between two of his fingers. His tongue dipped out of his mouth and licked the left before his lips closed around the bud.
“Mmm…” He sounded desperately against my skin, sucking delicately, and I let my fingers lace through his hair.
Suddenly, he removed his mouth, using both hands to cup each breast, shoving his face between them, licking a firm stripe with his tongue.
“Caleb—” Greedily, his mouth moved to my right, giving it the same treatment. He moaned against my skin, bucking his hips forward as I was trapped beneath him, nothing to do but watch.
He moved to the side, biting the flesh lightly, “Fuck—” He grunted before sitting up, his cock noticeably and painfully hard under his briefs. Using his right knee at first, he pushed between my legs until they were completely spread, and he situated himself comfortably between them.
Cautiously, I reached my hand between us, only getting to barely graze his clothed cock with my hand before his eyes widened and he snatched my wrist, pinning it above my head.
“Why—”
“I want this to be about you.” He answered my unfinished question.
“What if I want to?”
He slowly released my wrist and used one hand to push his briefs down his hips, just enough. I brought my hand back between us, gently taking him in my hand. He sucked in a breath as my fingertips grazed his tip, a bead of slickness already forming there.
My hand continued down and wrapped around the base, slowly with a gentle grasp moving up then back down. His eyes closed as he breathed out shakily.
“Fuck—” I watched his brows contort as his lips parted. As I kept moving my hand, his eyes opened, giving me a slight squint before relaxing again.
“W-what?” I asked nervously.
He took my hand off him again, grabbing the other and pinning both above my head, his torso dipping down and pressing nearly flush with mine, his cock finally touching my soaked slit.
We both sucked in a breath, staring at each other. “You’re sure you’ve not done that before?” He teased, still somewhat serious.
“What? N-no!” I exhaled. “Well, you know, I’ve watched—”
“Ooo, do tell.” He cooed, interrupting me, pressing his cock harder against me.
“Nngh—Caleb, you—!” He silenced me with his lips, bucking his hips forward, the underside of his length grinding against my clit, causing me to moan into his mouth.
“I want to be inside you so bad,” he spoke between desperate kisses, “I can’t think about anything else.” He groaned, kissing me again, his hips still rocking against me, creating a delicious pressure.
Suddenly, he released my wrists. “Shit.” He whispered, “We don’t have any protection.”
“Actually…” I looked over and pointed a finger toward my nightstand.
Sitting up back onto his knees, he arched back and to the side to reach for the drawer. I watched his torso stretch and flex, admiring his elongated muscles. Retrieving one, he held it up between us. “Now, what do you have these for, pips?”
“This, obviously.” I rebuked, fighting a smile.
“You—” he laughed, “You’re so lucky.” He groaned, slight grit coming through in his tone, giving me a knowing look that expressed his jealousy.
“I’d say you’re the lucky one.”
“You got that fucking right.” He moaned, quickly leaning down and kissing my stomach, between my breasts, then my neck.
He pushed his briefs fully off, sitting back up, tearing open the package and rolling the latex down onto himself. I simply stared in awe, admiring his body. He caught my eye line and smirked at me before settling back between my legs, grabbing one of my legs at a time and wrapping them around his hips.
“Are you ready? You’re sure?” He murmured, taking his cock in his hand, his tip close to my entrance.
“Yes, please. I just want you inside m—” He didn’t wait for me to finish, and instead pushed forward, just a quarter of the way in. I gasped, my eyes widening. Letting go of himself, he brought his hand back near my head, boxing me in again.
“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” He whispered, pressing his forehead against mine, his forearms now down beside my head. He pushed in painfully slowly, seemingly a centimeter at a time.
“No—aah, it’s just…” I moaned, a rasp in my throat, clutching onto his arms, “big.” I whined, feeling him stretch me slowly.
“Fuck—” his eyes flashed with amusement, “don’t say that.” He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, breathing through his nose.
“C-can’t take a compliment?” I whimpered as he continued forward, slow and steady.
“Not from you…” he groaned, “not unless you want me to come already.”
“God…” He breathed out slowly, almost completely inside me.
“Fuck—!” I whined when our bodies met completely, and he balled the comforter in his fists beside me.
“This— You’re perfect.” He mumbled desperately as he leaned down, pressing into me as his lips found mine. Keeping his lips on mine, he pulled out slightly before pressing back in, my breath caught in my throat.
“Oh my god—” I moaned against his lips, his nose brushing against my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck, never wanting to let him go.
“Look at me.” He struggled to get the words out, “Don’t stop…looking…at me.” He was pathetically flushed and desperate, increasing the speed of his thrusts while I stared back at him, mouth agape.
His necklace dangled between us, brushing my chest initially but now hitting near my chin as he thrusted harder and faster. I reached out and held onto it, my other hand still on his shoulder. Taking it from me with one hand, he put it in his mouth, his teeth closed and holding it by its chain.
The sight truly immaculate, “Caleb—” I moaned, “This is— You feel—” I couldn’t form a complete sentence.
“I know…” He gritted, the necklace’s chain still in his mouth. His brows furrowed in concentration.
“Kiss me, please.” My voice was weak, but he was swift to comply with my request. A cool chain was between our lips, the pendant dangling below our mouths and resting against my chin as he moaned into me.
As he continued thrusting, I felt his tip graze depths I was wholly unable to reach with just my fingers alone, the sweet sensation making me dizzy, paired with a delicious stretch each time he moved deeper. Picking up the pace as I relaxed into him, he thrusted against the spot more firmly.
I forcefully broke the kiss, my head tipping back and practically dangling off the edge of the end of the bed. “Caleb— I—!” My legs were trembling violently. A wave began to crash over me, much different than the one caused by his hand. Both exquisite, but different, very, different.
As I unraveled beneath him, he finally stopped fighting his body, immediately reaching his own climax. The necklace dropped from his mouth as he plunged firmly into me, slower and more deliberate than before, chasing each moment of his release as he groaned and whimpered desperately.
His head dipped and nuzzled into my neck, his thrusts slowing further. “Sorry…” He groaned.
“W-why?” I asked breathlessly, both of us still trying to recover.
“That was a bit…brief.” He spoke into my skin.
“What would I know?” I held back a laugh, stroking his back with my hands.
He lifted his head, softly kissing my lips once. “Good point.” He smiled.
I reached between us and flicked his chest with my finger. “Hey!”
He laughed softly before beginning to kiss all over my face playfully, “H-hey, hey!” I giggled. Then, his kisses became soft and sweet, stopping to look at me, a serious and somewhat fearful expressing creeping in.
“I love you,” he blurted, staring into my eyes, “so much.”
“You have no id—” I pressed the finger I had used to flick his chest against his lips, silencing him.
“I love you.” I emphasized, and he kissed my finger lightly in response. “And I think…I have a pretty good idea just how much you do.” I teased as my finger fell.
He fought an eye roll, a genuine smile that reached his eyes growing on his lips that he simply couldn’t fight before kissing me more passionately than we had all evening, full of slow, sweet longing.
***
After cleaning up, we snuggled against each other for who knows how long, his hands switching from stroking my hair, to my back, to my face and back again… Until I finally broke away momentarily, reaching toward my phone on the nightstand, curious how long we’d been like this, and what time it was.
Not moving, lifting his head, or opening his eyes, he spoke, “You better be grabbing your phone only because you’re canceling that date.”
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caleb who hates seeing you in pain but also absolutely loving taking care of you when you’re on your period.
he loves how dependent you become on him, always asking him for food or tea or just for him to be your personal heater.
he massages your stomach without asking, eyes locked onto your face. he’s only focused on you as he makes sure he’s not being too rough and he’s happy when he hears you let out a content sigh.
you barely feel like doing anything yourself and he’s more than happy to do everything for you.
you’re snuggled up against him in bed with your eyes closed as he strokes your side softly.
you feel him shuffle a bit before he begins to get up and you let out a whine in disapproval.
“aww, my poor widdle apple doesn’t want her caleb to get up?” he teases.
you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment but you shake your head anyways.
he coos at your shyness, completely enamored with how you’re clinging to him. he kisses your forehead softly and wraps his arms around you even tighter.
“don’t worry, pretty girl. your caleb will stay riiight here next to you. always.”
after getting together with him, he would think he’d grow out of it. you knew for a long time caleb had been stealing your underwear. but it’s been a while, okay, you really weren’t expecting him to keep doing it.
today, however, you’re putting on your favorite pair of bottoms, and you need a specific pair of underwear for it, so you are looking for your lucky pair of underwear and cannot find them anywhere. you washed them, you knew you put them away, so where did they go? ultimately having to choose something else to wear.
you have gone out with your friends for a little while, your mind still subconsciously going back to what you initially wanted to wear, and it was a little bit upsetting because you couldn’t find that specific pair of underwear. when you got home, you decided to give it another look. having looked all over the place, again, you still couldn’t find them.
plopping down on the couch, trying to rack your brain from when you last saw them, one of caleb‘s bags is sitting next to your coffee table. I think to myself, it couldn’t possibly be in there, but it wouldn’t hurt to check.
so to your surprise, when you picked up his bag and opened it, low and behold, is your lucky pair of underwear. sitting right on top along with several other pairs of your underwear.
you generally laughed yourself for a second. pulling out every single one, he’s had some ever taken out of your dirty, laundry basket, some that were taken from your dresser, some you haven’t even seen for a long time.
instead of being mad, you’re going to use this for your advantage. It wasn’t even dinner time yet, so you stuff all the pairs of underwear into the couch and put his bag back. going to the kitchen wash your hands and start on dinner.
you weren’t a gourmet cooker or anything like caleb, but you knew after having a long day at work you might want something to eat. just whipping up something quick, so you can execute your plan later.
after preparing dinner, and putting it into the microwave, you jumped in the shower, scrubbing super fast.
once you got out, you dry off, and put on a small skimpy dress with no underwear. now all you have to do is wait for him to get home.
It wasn’t a super long wait, about 30 minutes later you heard your door unlocking.
taking your position on the couch, crossing your legs.
he walks in without colonel uniform, damn he looks good. Trying to shake those thoughts, will redirecting that energy into pretending to be upset.
“ hey pips.” he said his stuff done on the counter, before approaching you. refusing to look I am, but you knew he was looking at you, his eyes running up and down several times, his breathing changes immediately.
“so what’d you do today?”
“ dinner is in the microwave.”
redirecting his question.
“uhm.. okay..” he didn’t leave the, instead he kept standing there.
“ well aren’t you going to eat?” asking, trying to sound irritated.
caleb walks over there, says hat on a coffee table and take a seat down next to you, letting out and exhausted sigh. “ what’s wrong baby?”
he asked trying to reach his arm over to pull you close to him.
you’re still getting on the inside because your plan is working perfectly so far.
dodging his hand, you get up from the couch, make sure he sees that you don’t have anything on.
using his evol to stop you in your tracks. hopping up from the couch, standing behind you. you could feel he was already starting to get hard, grabbing your waist.
“i’m supposed to eat you first, right?” his hot breath in your ear, he can see you starting to smile. let go of his evil, you turned your face to him. your hands resting on the outside of his suit, “you are hungry, right?” you asked, looking up at him with seductive eyes.
“starved.” caleb smirks. you start pushing him back onto the couch, where you climb on top of him. his hands running up and down your body. his real hand is reaching under your dress. he was going in for a kiss, before meeting his lips, you pulled back and grabbed one of the pairs of underwear you had hidden under the couch. stuff them right into his mouth.
now caleb was shocked. his cheeks crimson red, those violet and orange eyes staring at you. he was completely hard now, you could feel it pressing into your bare pussy.
“what don’t like it?” you teased grinding on him.
some muffles come from him.
“what don’t like those ones? here’s a different pair.” you snatch them from his mouth and replace them.
a small drop of saliva comes from the corner of his mouth. taking your finger and clean it before sticking that same finger into your mouth.
grabbing one of his hands, holding it, grabbing the other, spitting on his fingers, moving down underneath you, sliding onto them.
his hands were bigger than yours, his thick fingers swished around, holding his other hand for balance. the underwear in his mouth started to get wet. his eyes are full of hunger now, never leaving you. drinking up every emotion, every breath.
and in your mind, you’re teaching him a lesson, but caleb, this was one of his biggest dreams. he had been caught; he knew what he took, he wasn’t expecting you to catch on.
he stops holding your hand, looking at him, he takes the underwear from his mouth and grabs you by the throat pulling you into a deep kiss. his tongue is in your mouth; he’s pumping his fingers in and out. you can’t escape his grip on your neck, overstimulating you.
moaning right into his mouth, he bites your lip as you cum, dripping onto his uniform. removing his fingers, licking off all the cream and other juices, while you're still catching your breath.
once you do, the two of you share a small laugh and giggle, and he smacks your butt.
“seriously, next time you go rummaging through my stuff, don’t take my favorite pair.”
“ aye aye captain.” picking you up with one arm, carrying you to the bathroom.
“ what are you doing?” laughing into his neck,
“ i’m still in trouble, right? you can’t punish me if i’m all dirty.”
Day 3 of #BRINGVALKOBACK and I come bearing some news
MANY CN fans and global fans are flooding RedNote with posts
We are still trending on X, and have reached over a million posts
Infold is down to 931k on Instagram and 660.5k on X
The petitions have reached 190k+ and 82k+ signatures, bringing us well over the goal of 200k
App store ratings are PLUMMETING
New articles are still coming out, including one by AnimeRave with updated information
It’s been confirmed that the CN fans that fought to have Valko removed purposefully spread misinformation to reach their goal
It’s been discovered that after 5.0, global fans accounted for 52% of the company’s gains, surpassing the CN market
I know this has been a tiring and stressful few days, but don’t lose hope!! Keep posting, keep signing, keep emailing! Most importantly, DO NOT LOG IN. Infold can’t ignore us forever.
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Lads fandom hits a new level of mental gymnastics.
Crying and pissing over a fictional man hopping on a fictional balcony in a fictional game that already has Xavier taking your number w/o consent, Sylus forcing a resonance, Caleb giving us strong cold meds to knock us out, Rafayel being manipulative, Zayne stalking, and all 5 using several methods of tracking us/the protagonist.
All the LIs have red flags and depending on the timelines, they have the potential to be serial killers, harbingers of doom, faction leaders in war against you, etc.
This will probably be the last time I post the outrage unless they reach a new level, but I make these posts due to ppl in the future liking to forget or pretend these levels of toxic behavior didn't happen. It's a type of way to time stamp the past.
The pearl-clutching and fake outrage can't even make sense anymore.
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Going to get this off my chest now. Idc how many people hate me.
The sole reason they took out valko was pure racism and hatred towards western and POC. The excuses of feminist reasons is pathetic. In a game where there is drugging, kidnapping, forcing, stalking, physical restraint, surveillance and much much more, you think breaking into house is more problematic? Srsly the only time they find it problematic is when the character is a little dark ? the entire game has dark themes. Fiction is supposed to be fiction.
Also people who think these reasons are legit, check these SCs once
Who are the racist ones? They said valko was too dark?
What they do when you get cancelled as the new love interest in their favorite otome game
Caleb
Crashes out so bad. He actually crashes out and starts raging. Will start petitions online to get you back and will MAKE people sign them. Even the ones that weren't particularly interested in your release. Sends emails after emails to the game company to not do this to you. Writes in the survey how shallow they are for cancelling you. That's all he could do right? Is what you thought. This man will show up at the game company with a bunch of other players. If that doesn't work he will get a hacker and hack in the game server and leak your release. He's not giving up on you.
Rafayel
Sulks in his bathtub the first time he heard the news of your cancellation. Starts painting you and won't stop. You basically become his original character now and you're in every one of his paintings. “Didn't he paint this same maiden in the last painting?” “Doesn't this painting look a lot similar to last ones?” Murmurs spread around the exhibition and Thomas starts panicking. But he won't stop. This is to send a message that if they're going to cancel you he's going to keep bringing you back even at the cost of his own career, about which he could care less.
Zayne
He's the dawnbreaker, the foreseer and Dr. Zayne. You best believe that he will somehow find a way to you and bring himself in your game and become your canon love interest. Problem solved
Xavier
Nero 2.0 Will start a blog with your name and will defend you from the haters. Will get Isaiah and Jeremiah with him into this, though they do it for the fun. Isaiah absolutely rages at others. “If you're so keen on getting a character deleted because you don't like it, you should also consider getting yourself deleted because I don't like you.” Also replies to another comment saying they're gonna leave the game if you don't get cancelled with “Good. Don't bother coming back.” He gets so bummed out, he was saving diamonds in game for you and got a lot of savings for your upcoming merch and stuff. It's alright, he gets it all custom made.
Sylus
Buys the company and releases you himself.
⤷ Please don't be sad about the current situation. I hope this comedy of a thing that appeared in my mind gave you a little laugh. And please don't quit or uninstall the game because the other boys are gonna sure miss you as heck.
I dont understand why everyone else has to suffer because the majority of chinese players dont want him. JUST RELEASE HIM EVERYWHERE ELSE BUT THERE! They use ID's to do literally anything so Im sure its not hard distinguishing CN players from the rest of Asia server.
"Not all Chinese players hate Valko," but if its the majority of them hating on Valko, then so be it. Why does the whole class get to suffer because of one person?
The bedroom was painfully quiet. Not because there wasn't any sound. There was, The soft zip of a duffel bag. The rustle of neatly folded clothes. The faint clink of metal as chargers, keys, and other necessities disappeared one by one into carefully packed luggages. But because the silence between the two of you was deafening.
You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt. Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.
But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.
Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.
He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.
He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.
"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."
Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."
Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."
His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."
And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°
: i made this and uploaded this before caleb fiance 3 (its almost done but i couldn't stop crying and crashing out so i couldn't just focus on it and need to lock in aka. Vent out my feelings) I AM SO FUCKIBG SAD AHHHHH
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