✈︎ Thinking... about Caleb who is curious about whether MC can 💦
Pairing: CALEB x MC
Rate: Explicit
Word count: 1.2k
CW/Tags: squirting; dirty talk; teasing; "Pips" used as a nickname; fingering; plot what plot
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"Pips, do you think you can... squirt?"
"... Caleb, I swear to fucking g–"
"No, no, listen. There's this article in the Women's Health magazine that says more than 60% of women can."
"So... I was just wondering. You've never done that, but... Maybe you can?"
That's how this absurdity started.
Caleb had not been pushy about it. He asked once, you told him to make better use of his time, and he dropped the subject.
Except now your brain couldn't stop bringing it up.
Your thoughts, damned be, would pester you about it at... Inconvenient times, to say the least.
In the bath – when your shower head stuttered twice. During a meeting – when staff started watering the plants outside. In the supermarket – with a red apple advertisement.
So after a particularly stressful day, most of which you had spent in a children's water park trying to locate the source of an energy fluctuation – a geyser because of course it had to be that – you decide that enough is enough.
You and Caleb were going to test it out.
You were pretty sure of your choice. It couldn't be that hard to figure out, right? It's something you either could or couldn't do (or so the online forums had told you).
Now, though, you are asking yourself if you should've maybe consulted a friend on the matter.
After your third orgasm you were ready to accept defeat.
Were it not for the fact that Caleb was quickly bringing you into a fourth one, you'd probably have already kicked him from between your legs.
"Can't– I, I can't, Caleb," but your cries didn't sound convincing.
Legs shaking above his shoulders, you try your very best to hold on to the last thread of sanity you still possessed.
Caleb's fingers were way too good, too precise. He had your body mapped out inside out – where it tickles, where it hurts and where it...
"Caleb," you gasp for air, his thumb moving in agonizing slow circles around your clit.
The sensation was overwhelming – heavenly every time the pad of his thumb pressed right above your clit and unsatisfying every time it pressed on the sides.
Slow, precise circles that refused to brush over the spot where you needed them the most, instead moving slick, wet skin around, and around, and around...
"This one wasn't quite right."
Your body thrashes in his hold, tears threatening to spill.
He looks up at you, face pressed to one of your thighs, blush high on his cheeks, and pupils blows wide.
"Three times, pips," his mouth curves on a lazy grin. "You can be more patient than that."
You throw your head back on the sheets, feeling his thumb complete another round.
"Wanna try somethin'," Caleb confesses to the curve of your legs, lips brushing against sensitive skin.
"You've taken my fingers, mouth, and cock, right?" He nibbles at the plush of fat right above your knee, "Like a good girl, you took everything."
You can't help but shudder.
You did, you took it all.
Feeling his thumb stop and retreat, it's your turn to look down at him. You watch as he sucks the digit into his mouth.
"Maybe... I'm giving you too much."
You frown, wasn't that the point?
Caleb leans down, grin widening as his eyes lids drop.
"I think I should leave this buddy here," he places a warm peck at your clit, "Alone for a bit."
Your hips twitch, heart beating faster from curiosity as you follow Caleb's hand. He releases your thigh and raises three fingers.
"I'll give you these..." he stops, "... and lube."
You chuckle, but your gaze turns predatory.
You hadn’t tried to come without touching your clit before, Caleb was too much of a service top to not touch you and it honestly felt way better to have him stimulating everything.
Which meant that he was feeling as frustrated as you.
Trying – and failing – to even your breath, you let your legs relax a bit more over his shoulders.
"Unfair, pips," Caleb whines, but he already has all three fingers well coated in lube, "I always do my best."
You close your eyes as he pushes the digits inside.
To say you were already stretched would be an understatement, you had taken his cock a few minutes ago, your walls were nice and relaxed for him.
At first, it's just his fingers going in to the last knuckle, a nice steady pressure, warming up your body again.
But then Caleb curves all three, pushing all the away against your belly, right at that spongy spot his cock loved to bully.
Your spine bows, hands gripping the sheets.
"There you go," Caleb pulls back from that spot, only to push back in with slow steady pressure. "Riiight here."
You moan out his name, feeling his fingers rub up against you in a maddening rhythm, not fast, not slow, just constant.
He brings out his other hand to hold your hips still, whispering soft praises to the flesh of your left thigh.
"See? You're such a good girl... You feel everything I give you, so pretty."
You shouldn't have complained about his thumb on your clit, not with how his fingers were rolling in waves inside of you.
"You open up so easy for me," Caleb nibbles on your skin. "You clench down every time, such a perfect pussy."
"Oh?" he chuckles when your hips quiver, legs threatening to close around his head. "Be good, pips... Should I go harder?"
But you can't answer, your overstimulated body bringing you way too fast towards your peak.
"That's it, baby," Caleb rubs his fingers a bit more firmly.
Somewhere on your mind, you register a pressure on your bladder, every tap of his fingers against your walls thundering up your navel.
Unconsciously, you try to stop it, try to ground yourself enough to not ruin your sheets, to not–
"No," Caleb commands. "Get back here."
You hips jump on his rhythm, you want to cum, you want to cum, you want to cum.
"Let go, come on," Caleb bites down again, his free hand holding you strong enough to bruise, "It's okay, cum for me."
Sweat pools down your spine, breath coming in quick puffs, eyes squeezed tight.
"Be good and cum on my fingers, baby."
Another bite. You can't breathe.
"Oh, fuck," you manage to cry
"Theeere you go," his fingers don't stop, loud squelchs fill the room, "Good girl, good fucking job."
Relief washes over you, an orgasm stronger than any other numbs your body, warm vines spreading through your belly.
You hear Caleb whispering "good fucking job" one more time, before the world turns black and you pass out.
Later that evening, you find yourself in a blanket cocoon as Caleb sets the washing machine to heavy-duty cicle, he whistles a popular song.
"Don't you think... I could do it on your cock?"
Caleb chokes mid-whistle "... gods, a warning next time?"
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