“fuck, pips…” caleb groaned, gripping your sides tightly with a force that’ll surely bruise as you hungrily lap up the sweat that trails from his freshly trimmed sideburns to the curve of his sharp jaw. “wish you woulda told me… if i’d known you wanted to t-taste me like this—mmph, so tight... yeah, keep squeezin’ me…” he can’t help but to interrupt himself with a shaky breath to praise your efforts. “you know i would’ve given it to you… i’ll give you anything. always.”

you’re incapable of telling him that you’re so sorry for withholding such a filthy desire, that you’ll never ever hesitate to take him up on his offer in the very near future—because you’re too busy getting drunk off the way you suffocate his thick cock with your greedy pussy every time the saltiness of his exertion dances along your taste buds.

you loved caleb is any and every form; when he was focused on building his airplane models, rambled about trajectories, and guided you step-by-step through the process of a new recipe. but you were a slut for when he was like this: dripping sweat and smelling his most natural.

it’s the epitome of something purely masculine, nothing short of delectably addicting. it was inevitable that when you found him in the kitchen after he’d just gotten back from his morning jog, glistening beneath the fluorescents like a fucking caramel apple begging to be bitten into, that you’d need to gratify the immediate ache in between your legs if your day was going to be anything even remotely close to pleasant.

Part 1. | Part 2. tw: mentions of death, stalking, voyeurism, manipulation, codependency, somno, just crazy shit man.

Neighbor!Caleb an enigma you often catch yourself thinking about too much during work, at home, and out with friends. He’s carved his way into your life so deeply, you’re no longer sure there’s a way out. And yet you have barely scraped the surface of who he is. There are strange instances, quiet moments where his eyes show someone you've never met. Or maybe you have, on rainy nights wearing a Colonel uniform.

Neighbor!Caleb who starts locking eyes with you too long, stands too close in the elevator, yet never touches you, talks to you with an ease friends of years don't have. Treats your wounds after missions and lectures you. "You’re safe here" he says one night, voice low. "I won’t let anyone hurt you." and you believe him, not out of confidence, but a gut feeling that doesn't go away, born from a fear you can't explain.

Neighbor!Caleb the man one of your friends, Simone, warns you about constantly. "There’s something wrong with that guy. He watches everything you do, and his eyes never stop moving." You and Tara laugh it off. She doesn’t. "I’m serious. He looked at me like I was in the way. It's creeping me out." The five times your friend has met him, none have successfully dissuaded her about him.

Neighbor!Caleb tells you one night he used to be a pilot, just in passing. "I’ve seen things" he says, like it’s a warning. "I just wanted to fly. Then suddenly I was already preparing a fleet" He smiles at you. The unexpected revelation leaves you scrambling for a reaction, fleet that explains the uniform. Before your brain can stop your mouth, the words are already out "The uniform looks good on you, though." It’s a throwaway comment, at least you think it is, his lips quirk up.

But something shifts in him. Something dark. You miss his reaction when you excuse yourself to the bathroom, the way his smirk spreads, slow and certain or the flush in his ears and cheeks red with something that isn’t embarrassment.

Neighbor!Caleb who stops pretending not to know too much. "You eat late now" he comments, offhand. "Didn’t use to." He looks down at his mug, then adds, "That new take-out place gives you hives. You should stop ordering from there." your cheeks warm, nodding your head at him, lightheaded at how he notices everything. You don't stop to think why knows that.

Neighbor!Caleb who starts leaving things behind, his keys, a mug, a jacket, all quiet symbols of presence. Subtle, constant reminders. "It’s natural to forget things at home" he says with a playful smile. You don’t remember when your apartment became a home to him, what's more surprising is how it doesn't bother you at all. Your cheeks warming again and that familiar racing heart inside your chest.

Neighbor!Caleb has started invading your dreams. It began quietly, his voice in the dark, his mouth ghosting over your skin. But lately, the dreams have turned feverish. You feel his hands too warm, too knowing, caressing every inch of you. His breath at your throat. His head between your legs. Every night, you wake up gasping, aching, panties drenched in shame.

Neighbor!Caleb has noticed you can’t meet his eyes anymore. Not with how vivid the dreams feel. Not with how your body reacts like it remembers something real. And maybe it does, because what you don’t know is that Caleb doesn’t just visit you in dreams. He slips through your door, unseen, always after midnight. He leaves no marks, no evidence, only the heat on your skin and the lingering scent of him you can’t explain. And he tells himself it’s okay, that your soft sighs, your restless movements, the way you whisper his name in your sleep— It means you want this, it's permission.

Neighbor!Caleb who is waiting outside watching, when one afternoon you stop by the coffee shop near your building. Caleb doesn’t like the place says the coffee’s bad but you go anyway. The barista remembers your order. Flashes you a smile and leans in a little too close when he hands you your drink. You smile, just a little. You don’t think much of it.

The next time you visit, the barista isn’t there. No one mentions him. His name tag’s gone. Someone new is working the register and when you ask where he went they just shrug.

Neighbor!Caleb starts fading out of your days. He works longer hours, replies slower. You barely catch a glimpse of him anymore. Lately, the only sign he’s still around is the muffled thud of his boots echoing down the hallway always after midnight. And then there's the smell, faint, metallic, human. Lingering in the corridor long after he’s passed, you tell yourself it’s nothing. But it wasn’t there before.

Neighbor!Caleb disappears without a trace. No warning, no goodbye. You knock, no answer. You text and it's silence. So you search the coffee shop, the bookstore, the overlook at the edge of Linkon and a chill creeps in as you realize… every place you check is somewhere you brought him to, somewhere you mentioned. It's like he never left a footprint of his own. After all these months, you don’t really know him at all. And maybe you never did.

Neighbor!Caleb who lets your panic spiral. Who leaves you pacing your apartment, replaying every conversation, wondering if you upset him. If you misread something. You start checking the hallway reflexively. As if he might reappear. As if he’s watching from somewhere unseen.

Neighbor!Caleb whose absence somehow makes your apartment feel wrong. Lights flicker more. Doors creak. The floorboards groan. You try to see friends, but the weight follows you everywhere, telling them all about how you feel constantly watched for some reason. Telling yourself it’s better, you were becoming too used to him, too dependent, but each night feels too quiet. The building too still. You listen for footsteps that don’t come.

You hear about the death of a hunter from Tara, it's a friend from the Association, the one who visited you a few days ago. It’s Simone who tells you that he crashed his car, details were not shared. You can’t make sense of it. He was laughing, alive and now he’s gone. The weeks that follow pass in a blur grief wrapped in funeral arrangements, long 24-hour hunting shifts, exhaustion that sinks deep into your bones.

You’re drained. Emotionally. Physically. Like the ground has shifted, and you’re still trying to find your footing. You miss him, he haunts you even in dreams, sometimes scary, other times sweet, but most often you wake up frustrated, overheated.

Neighbor!Caleb who comes back after weeks and weeks as if no time passed. You open the door after hearing familiar steps and keys jingle, to find him standing by his door, suitcase in one hand, keys in the other. He stares at you then smiles. "Miss me?" he says, like it's a joke, like he wasn’t the ghost you couldn’t stop thinking about. You want to ask where he was. To demand why he disappeared. But the words catch in your throat. Instead, at your silence he sighs and says "work" like it explains everything. Yet just like before he starts slipping back into your routine, noticing the dark circles under your eyes "You need rest" he says softly, voice almost tender. But the kindness feels like a leash.

Neighbor!Caleb who, after returning, is more attentive than ever. Too attentive. He brings your favorite pastries before you ask, noticing every little thing again. "You’ve been restless" he says, voice low. "Too much time alone makes your thoughts spiral." You nod. You’ve felt that, too. He smiles. "You need structure again. Something.... or someone to anchor you." and you believe it as he softly rubs his thumb on your cheek. The past weeks without him a bitter reminder.

Neighbor!Caleb makes the nightmares fade. The apartment feels warmer. Caleb brings groceries before you run out and cooks dinner almost everyday. Life smooths out and gets easier again, you feel like yourself. People at work say you’re doing amazing, you tell him everything. "You probably can't live without me now huh?" his tone is light, playful, a jab at your dependency, but you stare at him until his ears turn red. "Yeah, maybe I can't Caleb."

Neighbor!Caleb makes that first night with him burn through you fast, frantic, like something neither of you can stop. His hands are rough. He kisses you like he owns you, slow at first, then desperately, like he’s staking a claim no one else gets to challenge. His hands grip too tight bruising, then too soft, reverent, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. He touches you like he knows exactly what makes you scream his name, grasp the sheets and see stars behind your eyelids.

There's a heaviness in him now that pulls like gravity. You see the blood under his nails, the look in his eyes when he thinks you're not watching. Everything you've been taught to avoid for survival screams inside you, but the weight of his chest, how his pupils absorb everything when he's between your legs makes every warning shutdown.

Neighbor!Caleb leaves one night for "errands" muttering something vague with that familiar, tight-lipped frown. It’s probably work-related, judging by his expression. He kisses your cheek on the way out, distracted. His tablet is still on your counter— forgotten. You glance at it, then at the door. You shouldn’t snoop, but his birthday’s coming up, and he never tells you anything. You just want to know something. A clue. A favorite movie, a memory, anything. He knows everything about you but remains a mystery himself. Your fingers hesitate over the screen. You remember the code. You saw it once, months ago, when you first met him.

You key it in. It unlocks.

Neighbor!Caleb whose tablet is full of live video feeds. Your bedroom. Your hallway. The kitchen. A view from behind the bathroom mirror angled high, quiet, still. All date back as early as your 3rd meeting, even dates where he had vanished. Silent proof that he never left you alone, hell, there's even a feed of your closet.

Neighbor!Caleb who labeled the footage by date and time. Who saved clips with titles "She cries again (2:08 a.m.)" "She says my name in her sleep (23:04pm)" "She hums the song I hum (14:37pm)" you feel like you cant breathe, hands shaking as you scroll more, stopping at a folder that makes your heart stop. Pressing play on the ones labeled "Favorites" hearing your own moans fill the room.

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practice

caleb x femreader | semi public, raw, backshots | minors dni

caleb, ever the over-achiever who had a tendency to hyperfixate on his goals, bought a basketball hoop the same day that he passed tryouts.

it was a brand new one, spanning over 10 feet tall and delivered directly from the sporting goods store down the road. it sat in front of the two car garage of the house, settled in the wide space left between the doors. there was plenty of ground for him to practice drills, dribbling, the likes. after all, that drive to be the best at everything he pursued would never let him rest.

he had a good casual run on the high school team, a hobby that he genuinely picked up and continued to indulge in from time to time. the basketball hoop remained there since the day he bought it, used from time to time the more he grew. it’s one of those little pieces of home that caleb misses when he’s at the academy in skyhaven.

PART 1 & PART 2

pairing: Caleb x Cam girl!reader

summary: Caleb stalks you and uses your mutual friend, MC, to finally get to fuck you irl.

themes: the reader is a cam girl, strangers to lovers(?), sexual tension, sexual content, porn with plot stalker Caleb

word count: 2.7K

tags (bc they asked): @calebswife , @mcdepressed290

A/N: This is not proofread, please let me know if there are any mistakes :)

you can also read this on ao3

Weeks had passed since that livestream. You’d done more sessions—some cute, some teasing, a few downright sinful—but no matter what you posted, you always noticed him. @Apple.Prince. He was watching everything, always first to comment, always sending little hearts, and gifts off your wishlist and paying for private calls like clockwork. He’d become your favourite. You’d never admit it aloud, but his username gave you a little flutter each time it popped up. You didn’t know much about him, just his voice from your one private call, and the feeling that you were never quite alone when he was watching.

And you were right.

What you didn’t know was that Caleb wasn’t just watching you online. He had access to things others didn’t. After all, being the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel had its perks— classified databases, surveillance tools, and tech most civilians couldn’t even imagine. And he was already breaking the rules just to be near you.

It started with the voice match. He’d run a background trace on your voice from the stream, imagine his surprise when he finds out you and MC were friends, he found videos and pictures of the two of you in group hangouts on your Moments page. He was speechless. Even though he didn’t expect anything less, you were beautiful. It’s safe to say that he didn’t get much sleep that night.

That mutual friend was the thread. He pulled on it gently at first, asking MC harmless questions, subtly steering conversations. Then, more directly. He knew MC had met with you recently, though she didn’t mention your name.

Caleb already knew it was you.

So, when MC invited a few friends to go to a bar. He pulled strings to make sure he’d be there too. “My vacation is almost up. We should hang out together as much as possible before I leave yea?” He had been slipping in quiet suggestions like these and talking about places to go, places that usually involved groups.

You were hesitant when MC invited you, you had plans to do a stream that night but it could wait. “It’s just a small get-together,” she’d said. “Simone said you’ve been swamped with work all week. A change of scenery would be good.” “Besides, I’m bringing a friend. You’ll like him.” You’d rolled your eyes, expecting the usual suspects: some cocky guy with a too-tight shirt and even tighter opinions. You weren’t here to be impressed. You were just here to get out of your head.

The bar was buzzing, with low music, dim lights, the comforting clink of glasses and casual laughter. The air smelled like citrus peels and whiskey. You perched on a velvet bar stool, legs crossed, fingers wrapped around a chilled glass. A blush-hued cocktail MC had ordered it for you. “It looks like you,” she’d grinned. Then came the voice. Deep. Polished. Familiar in a way that made your skin prickle. “Is this seat taken?” You looked up… and up. He was tall and broad in the chest and shoulders. Tousled brown hair, an edge of gold from the warm bar lighting. Not the type you’d forget easily. His expression was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp, calculating quietly. “No,” you said, lifting your glass slightly. “All yours.”

MC returned just then and nudged the guy with her elbow. “There you are. Took you long enough.” He gave her a pouty look. “You’re the one who said ‘casual timing.’ I took it literally.” MC rolled her eyes and turned to you, grin stretching. “This is Caleb, my childhood friend. I told you I’d drag someone cool out tonight.” “Caleb,” you echoed, letting the name sit on your tongue. It was… familiar. Not in a memory sense, but more like a distant tug in your chest. You couldn’t quite place it. He smiled as he extended a hand to shake yours. His palm was warm, his touch firm but gentle. “Nice to meet you.” Your stomach flipped for no good reason. “You too.”

You talked for a while. All surface-level at first, music, drinks, random takes on bar aesthetics. He was surprisingly funny, dry with his humour, but earnest with his eyes. There was a softness beneath the smoothness. A type of stillness in the way he listened when you spoke. But then there were moments. Little things. When he said little jokes you swore you’d only said on stream before. When he looked at your necklace a moment too long, his purple eyes lingered on the gold apple charm. When he said your name and it curled in your gut the same way it had during that call. You shook it off. Maybe you were just projecting. But the way his gaze shifted to your mouth as you sipped your drink… The way he smiled when you laughed… The subtle flush on his cheeks when you teased him…

You didn’t even notice how close he’d gotten until you felt the warmth of his arm along yours, just brushing at the elbow. Caleb had a way of leaning in when you spoke like nothing else in the room existed. It was disarming. Flattering. Dangerous. You swirled the last of your drink, the melted ice clinking against the glass. “So, what do you do?” you asked, glancing at him over the rim. He paused. “He is the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.” MC cut in and he nodded You blinked. “Really?” He smirked. “You don’t believe me?” “No, I do,” you said, setting the glass down. “It just… fits.” “How so?” You shrugged, suddenly feeling like the room had gotten a little warmer. “You sit like someone used to giving orders. And… you look like someone used to getting his way.” MC let out a laugh beside you. “She’s got you pegged, Caleb.” His gaze slid to yours. Something flickered there—amusement, maybe. Or something heavier. He leaned closer. “You’re pretty observant.” His mouth lifted in a slight smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Not completely. “That’s a nice necklace,” he said in a low voice. Your fingers instinctively moved to touch the apple charm. “Thanks. Guess it’s kind of a signature thing.” You spoke slowly, it was just a harmless compliment but it felt like more… MC mumbled something about going to find the rest of your friends and left.

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You and Caleb were left in the dim golden light of the booth, the bass from the speakers pulsing through the floor and into your feet. You sipped your drink, aware of the silence settling between you. He looked at you. The kind of look that made your spine straighten. “I think I’ve seen you before,” you said before you could stop yourself. “But I can’t figure out where.” His expression didn’t change, but his fingers stilled on his glass. “Same here,” he said softly. Something was off. Not in a bad way, but in a familiar way. A heat curled low in your belly. Your skin buzzed in anticipation. You played with the charm between your fingers. “Weird.” Then he said it, carefully. Almost too casually: “I always liked that necklace.” Your blood ran warm. Not cold—warm. Like embarrassment, like recognition, like something falling into place. He hadn’t said your necklace. He’d said that necklace. Like he’d seen it before. Like he knew it. You tilted your head to the side. “Are you sure we don’t know each other?” He shrugged, “I know you.” Your chest tightened at his words. He leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear as he spoke, “You looked so pretty in that set I bought you. I wanna see you in it again.”

Oh. It suddenly clicked into place.

“I.. don’t know what you’re talking about.” There’s no way this was actually happening. You thought you had done a good job concealing your identity and personal life. Caleb’s fingers ghosted over your collarbone and landed on the apple charm. “You know what I mean.” the tone of his voice immediately sobered you up. Your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t move. Your heart was pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it, feel it through the small space still left between you. His fingertips rested lightly on the charm like he was waiting for you to flinch. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Your eyes met his, and there it was—that same voice that had whispered to you, the same low growl that had drawn out breathy thank yous and soft moans from your parted lips. This wasn’t a coincidence. This was intentional. Calculated. And somehow, it didn’t feel wrong. “You stalked me?” you said, barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed over the apple, a quiet caress. “I just… wanted to meet you. For real. Not just through a screen.” You should’ve been angry. Violated. You should’ve pulled away, demanded answers, and stormed out. But instead, you stared at him, really stared. “You’re insane.” “I know.” Despite the absurdity of the situation, your body quietly screamed for him. As if reading your mind, Caleb kissed your neck. He didn’t fail to notice how your breath hitched and thighs pressed together. It wasn’t lost on either of you that you were in a public space. “Do you want to go somewhere more private?” Common sense is screaming at you not to go, but come on— it was him. The guy who had been stuck in your mind for the last few weeks.

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To any normal person’s surprise, you found yourself in the back of your stalker fan’s car, all over each other. Caleb was ecstatic. Your kisses and touch were far more intoxicating than any alcohol he had that night. As you straddled him, his hands slipped up your dress and firmly gripped your ass. He dreamed of this. How soft you felt under his touch. Your soft moans as he kissed and marked your neck and chest. And how incredibly hard he was with you pressed against him. You couldn’t help yourself but grind up against him. Caleb let out a whiny moan into the crook of your neck and pulled you closer. “Please… please… let me fuck you. I wanna show you how good I am. I’ll be so much better than your toys.” He begged as he bucked his hips up into you. His needy, whiny tone snapped something inside you. You lifted yourself off his lap and narrowed your eyes. “No.” The word seemed to break something in him. His purple eyes seemed to gloss over with tears. “No?” He was so close to getting what he wanted— needed. “W-what’s wrong? A-are you mad at me?” You nodded and crossed your arms. “Yes. You stalked me, disregarding my privacy, and you think I’m just going to let you fuck me?” Caleb’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to think of what to say. “Please…” He moved so that you were beneath him and he lay down the seat. “I’m sorry,” He inched his face closer to yours and you moved back until you were fully laid down on the seat. “I just wanted you so bad. Really bad.” He returned to placing kissing on your neck. “And you want me too.” He sucked on your skin, leaving a dark mark. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated apologies as he moved down your body, coming to a stop between your thighs. “Let me make it up to you. Please” Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. Caleb’s pleading yet hungry look sent blood rushing to your face.

Before the word okay fully left your mouth, Caleb had buried himself between your thighs. He licked his tongue over your panties, making them even more wet. He moaned as he inhaled your scent and let out curses as his pants became increasingly tight. Your mind had filled with cotton. The feeling of his tongue through your underwear sent electric shocks through your body. Your panties found their way off you and into Caleb’s hand as he jerked himself off while burying his tongue in you. The feeling was euphoric. Caleb devoured you like a man starved, moaning shamelessly into you as if your pleasure was his only purpose. His tongue moved with practised precision like he’d memorised you—where to lick, where to suck, how to curl it just right to make your hips twitch and your thighs tremble. You gripped the seat for stability, one hand tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against you. The sound of it vibrated through your core, and you nearly came undone right then. “Fuck, Caleb—” you gasped, voice catching in your throat. Your body arched off the seat, thighs clenched around his head, and he just grabbed your hips and pulled you closer like he couldn’t get enough. When you came, it was sudden, loud, and shattering. He didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, groaning as you grinded against his mouth. And even after you finally slumped back, breathing hard and completely wrecked, Caleb just looked up at you—lips swollen, chin wet, eyes wild. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he whispered, voice rough with restraint.

“Are you still mad at me?” Still catching your breath, you shook your head. “Can I please fuck you? Please.” You nodded. “Fuck… I promise,” he said, breathless, “I’ll make you forget every toy. Every other name. You won’t want anyone but me after this.” He crawled up and hovered above you. You watched him fumble for a condom in his pockets, the urgency in his movements making your pulse quicken. He tore it open, rolled it on with practiced ease, and looked down at you like he still couldn’t believe you were real. “You sure?” he asked, voice rough, body hovering over yours. You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, pressing your mouth to his like it was the only answer you had. Your kiss was hot, messy, full of every dizzying want that had been building since the call. The stretch of him as he pushed in made you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders. Caleb groaned, low and guttural, forehead pressing against yours as he slid deeper, inch by inch. “Fuck— so tight,” he whispered, trembling with restraint. He bit his lip to stop another moan from escaping. He felt so good he almost came right there and then. You couldn’t breathe. Could barely think. He filled you completely, like he belonged there, like he was made for this. Once he was fully in, he paused, letting you adjust. His lips found your jaw, your neck, and he whispered your name like a prayer. You clenched around him in response, and he choked out a moan. He finally moved, slow, pleasuring thrusts that had you arching your back and your mouth falling open with each one. He kissed you like he needed to keep you quiet, swallowing your moans, like every sound you made would drive him over the edge.

“Oh god- Caleb,” Your nails dug into his back, “You feel so good.” That broke something in him. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips into you harder, deeper. The car rocked beneath you both, the windows fogged up, the space filled with your gasps, your whimpers, his soft curses. “Wanted this so fucking bad,” he said through gritted teeth. “Every night. Thought of you like this. Begging. Shaking. Needing me.” You were already close again— your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. “Caleb— I’m gonna—” “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his hand slipping between your bodies, thumb circling your clit. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.” You shattered again. Your whole body tightened, hips jerking, thighs trembling as the pleasure overtook you. He groaned, the feeling of you clenching around him pushing him over the edge. “Shit—fuck—I’m coming—” he moaned, burying himself deep as his whole body tensed.

He stayed there, chest heaving, forehead pressed against yours as you both caught your breath. Your hands moved to his hair, brushing it back from his face. He looked at you like you were the only thing in the galaxy worth chasing.

And maybe… you were.

Thank you for reading<3

nsfw (18+). this is the ovulation talking sorry in advance. today's fic will be a bit different than the usual; the entire piece consists of only dialogue (aka filthy filthy indulgent dirty talk). includes unprotected sex, implied marathon sex, squirting, usage of gege, caleb has a breeding kink (what's new). likes and reblogs will be very appreciated!

“...fuck, fuck, you're too tight— ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming—”

“Shit, I came so much...”

“Hey, keep it all inside. Squeeze that pussy for me. Yeah, that's right... fuck... feels so good...”

“Who knew you would be such a slut? Moaning so shamelessly — mm, yeah, move just like that — I could hear you all the way from my room.”

“You didn't... ngh...! Didn't even close the door properly. I could see you fucking yourself on your fingers and making a mess of your sheets. Just like here, see? So fucking soaked. You act all coy but you're a squirter.”

aka, marathon sex

Caleb x female reader

You’ve spent weeks planning for this day. The bakery order. The string lights. The playlist tailored to every one of Caleb’s favorite songs. A whole night built around making him feel as loved, celebrated, and special as he always makes you feel.

But when your boyfriend steps through the door, none of it matters anymore.

He drops his bag, eyes locking on you like you’re the only thing in the world worth seeing. He barely spares a second glance at the birthday banner above the kitchen. Doesn’t notice the cake, frosted to perfection and waiting on the counter. Not even the presents lined up in a neat little row by the sofa.

All he can focus on is you. Standing there in that dress he’s obsessed with—the one he bought for you and said made you look “dangerous.”

“Happy birthday,” you say, soft and nervous while fidgeting with the black ribbon on the strap of your dress.

He doesn’t answer. You blink and he’s surging toward you like gravity has shifted and his body has no choice but to fall into yours.

Caleb kisses you like he’s starving.

No gentle greeting, no birthday speech about how lucky he is (he’s definitely thinking it, though). Just his mouth crashing into yours, hands gripping your soft waist like he needs to anchor himself while he loses control.

You stumble back blindly, barely registering that he’s walking you toward the wall until your spine hits plaster and his hands are already sliding beneath your dress.

“I’m sorry,” he whines, leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw, your throat, then the top of your cleavage. “I know you planned so much. I saw it. And I swear I love it all. But I can’t—I can’t do any of it right now.”

Note: I was so sure I was gonna take a break today, but the thought of Caleb fucking you in another room with your parents in the house has been on my mind and it won’t LEAVE. So, I have to share it with my luvlys.

Creds to @/anitalenia & @/omi-resources for the dividers. ♡︎

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,306

Horny!Caleb/Reader Headcanons

𝜗𝜚 Caleb had absolutely no problem with your parents coming over to stay for a week to visit you two. They don’t get to see you much now, seeing as you’re a married woman who’s moved to a different state.

𝜗𝜚 But you warned him: No sex. You liked being able to be as loud and carefree as you wanted when Caleb was dicking you down, and you couldn’t do that with your mother and father in the house. Absolutely not.

𝜗𝜚 So of course, he respects this. He likes to hear you scream too, so he wouldn’t want to make you have to hold back. And he just knew that when you finally did have sex, it was going to feel so fucking good.

𝜗𝜚 Unfortunately, the idea was thrown out the window when your parents asked if they could stay for another week. It felt like he was slapped across the face when you so sweetly said, “of course!”

𝜗𝜚 Now, Caleb respects your parents. He thanks them for creating such a precious thing like you. But he wants to fuck his wife, and he can’t do that unless they leave.

𝜗𝜚 Honestly, he could, but it was you who couldn’t deal with the idea of your husband fucking you with your parents in the house. So, he tried to get them to leave without you two. Giving them money to go to a diner, directions to some nice walkable parks, and even locations to local flea markets that were set up not too far from your home, just wasn’t working. They refused to go without you, saying they were here to spend time with family.

𝜗𝜚 At that point, his cock was getting just as frustrated as he was.

𝜗𝜚 You weren’t going to lie, you wanted to have sex too, but you firmly believed you and your husband could stick it out. You were completely wrong.

𝜗𝜚 I feel like Caleb comes up with the idea to have your parents start watching a movie while you work on the laundry downstairs.

𝜗𝜚 “I have to get something in the basement and she wants to get the laundry done before we head out for dinner tonight. You guys can just watch whatever you want and once I find what I’m looking for, I’ll come back up to finish the movie with you until she’s done.”

𝜗𝜚 He felt like he hit the jackpot when they agreed and plopped down on the couch and searched for something to look at. What made it even better? Your parents loved to watch the TV with the volume obnoxiously loud.

𝜗𝜚 Yeah, he was about to fuck the shit out of you.

𝜗𝜚 You were really folding laundry when he came downstairs, but after he closed the basement door behind him, he couldn’t give two shits about the clean clothes in your hands.

𝜗𝜚 He was on you so fast that it took you a second to catch up with his hard and rough kisses. You reciprocated though, just for a moment before you pushed him back, looking at him like a deer in headlights because you swore you told him. No. Sex.

𝜗𝜚 “They’re distracted and we have maybe five minutes tops before your mother comes down here, wondering what’s taking so long. Get on the table pretty, before I bend you over it.”

𝜗𝜚 Caleb is terribly gifted in making your pussy wet just by telling you what he was going to do to you, and it was no different now. The clean clothes were long forgotten when he lifted you on top of the table and quickly tugged your shorts down once he brought you to the edge to get that good angle to get where he’s been needing to be.

𝜗𝜚 You don’t need to be told twice to make this quick, and you’re grabbing all on him. I’m talking you’re so needy you can’t even think straight. Pussy is throbbing, your head is spinning, and you need to feel that dick inside of you before you start crying because fuck it, a week and a half without him is too damn long.

𝜗𝜚 When he pulls that cock out, it’s no teasing, rubbing your slit with his tip or toying with your clit. No, he’s going inside, full throttle. He damn near comes before he can get a proper thrust in and you’re actually on the verge of tears because you still don’t want to be too loud, but you want to be, so bad.

𝜗𝜚 He’s fucking you fast. Like oh my gosh, you can barely catch your breath. You start to moan, but you cover your mouth and he kisses down your neck while his hips snap into you at an unforgiving pace.

𝜗𝜚 Table is rocking and hitting the wallll omg LOLLL. Like you two are like rabbits right now and even with him inside of you, it’s not enough. He wants you naked, skin to skin, but he’s gotta take what he can get. That whole nice son-in-law act was about to disappear if he had to go another day without you.

𝜗𝜚 “I’m never going this long without your pussy again. Fucking kidding me?”

𝜗𝜚 The way he grinds against your clit makes you have to kiss him so that you don’t start sounding like someone’s killing you. The sensation of him sliding against your walls and the wet noises your pussy and his cock are creating? Erotic art.

𝜗𝜚 “You gotta come now, pretty baby. I feel you, you’re almost there.”

𝜗𝜚 Your high pitched moans are cut off when he places his large hand over your mouth as he presses his forehead against yours, cursing under his breath when the both of you finally come. His hips are rocking slowly as his load spills deep inside of you. It’s so much that it’s literally going down your thigh.

𝜗𝜚 Your eyes roll back, your chest is heaving, and your pussy is soaking his cock at the same time that his cum floods your cunt.

𝜗𝜚 Just like he thought, he could hear footsteps upstairs. Somebody was coming to the door. He’s still inside you when you two hear the door open and your mother yells down, “Does she need any help with the laundry?! Or do you need help finding what you’re looking for because we can come down!”

𝜗𝜚 Caleb licks his lips and smiles at you, trying to get his voice together. The way you clench around his cock that was honestly prepared to fuck you one more time, makes him hiss before he can finally speak.

𝜗𝜚 “She’s good ma’am! And I found what I needed. On my way up now!”

𝜗𝜚 You relax when she shuts the door and Caleb removes his hand from your mouth, gently kissing them before he slides out of your slick hole. His cock is semi hard again, but he can wait. For now.

𝜗𝜚 “I felt how you squeezed me. You like the idea of getting caught with my cock inside that pussy, don’t you?”

𝜗𝜚 You just his chest because even though you’re almost certain no one but you heard him, he still should’ve whispered it or something. And fuck him for being right.

𝜗𝜚 After he uses a clean cloth to wipe you down, he tucks himself back into his pants and slides your shorts and panties back up.

𝜗𝜚 “Take your time and feel how slick it is in between your legs. Maybe I’ll get the chance to dirty you more before we go out for dinner tonight.”

𝜗𝜚 He grabs something random to bring upstairs so your parents don’t ask any questions. Like he takes a single roll of toilet paper or something LOLL.

𝜗𝜚 He smacks your ass before he heads back upstairs and you stand there with the biggest smile on your face, feeling his sticky cum inside of you mixing with your own.

caleb used the power of puppy dog eyes!!! its very effective!!!

the way his eyes almost roll back and cock twitches within your pussy as you ride him says enough, jaw slacked and panting on your shoulder. fuck, you feel so fucking good, you’re squeezing him so nice, so snugly that poor Caleb can’t help and start almost whining, the sound a bit choked from how hard your ass slaps on his thighs and your pussy lips squeeze the cream coated base of his veiny cock. “you have to be quiet” you purr on his ear, accompanied by a little nibble on the lobe to which Caleb’s hips stutter into your cunt in return.

I don’t think Caleb realizes how loud he is in bed until you both decide to film the next time you guys have sex.

He felt embarrassed,

“I could barely hear you, why didn’t you tell me to shut up?”

“Why in the world would I do that?” You really didn’t understand his dilemma. Caleb’s moans and praises were exactly the cherry on top of everything else when he laid inside you under the tussled sheets.

“You could at least cover my mouth or…kiss me or..”

“I do kiss you, but I’m not telling you to shut up you sound amazing, Cay.”

His gaze on you felt heavy enough for you to turn from what you were fiddling with in the kitchen to hold his cheeks, like fire to ice he melted in your touch, “I love your noises because it lets me know I make you feel good almost enough as you make me feel good.”

Those puppy dog eyes of his made you almost whine out an “aww” and just baby him away from the world. It was ridiculous how easily he could wrap you around his finger and not even know it, “wanna know a secret?”

Reaching to his ear, his hands steadying your waist you whisper, “I once touched myself to thought about the way you cry out my name .”

You pat his now very warm cheek to casually continue making your coffee until he grabs your wrist. He wasn’t looking at you, but your could see him bite back a mischievous smile.

“So, you do like when I don’t hold back?”

“Duh. You sound prettier anyway.”

“Oh?” The gap between you both closed. Your body now pushed in between the cool steel of the fridge door and Caleb’s hot chest, “Then I guess I have to prove you wrong.”

Lifting your eyebrows you didn’t quite understand until he picked you up to place you on the kitchen counter, immediately sniffing your neck before lifting up his your shirt to squeeze your thighs, “May I?”

“Always.”

could u write caleb smut with an extremely submissive reader. she gets very subby very easily so he has to take care of her to make sure she’s not putting herself at risk (would do anything to please him, literally anything).

soft dom caleb :3

hope this isn’t a problemmmm <3

𝐚/𝐧: i fuck with this heavy anon... i think caleb would definitely be the sort to completely drop everything the moment his lover started to show any signs of reckless selflessness, especially in their pursuit of pleasuring him. i initially wrote something else for this, but i think it veered away from the original prompt and focused more on an overstimulated reader, post-coitous. maybe i'll probably post it at a later date hm..

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! very subby reader 𝐜𝐰: smut + idk sexual inexperience ? 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

“open your mouth for me, baby,” 

caleb’s large, rough hand cupped her delicate chin, tilting her face up towards him. his intense violet eyes practically bored into her, dark with lust and a hint of worry that had taken a backseat to his most primal desires. with his other hand, he gripped the thick base of his impressive erection, the swollen head already glistening with pre.

obediently, she parted her lips without hesitation, her pink tongue darting out to moisten them nervously. caleb took advantage of her obedience, rubbing the leaking tip against the soft, flush flesh of her bottom lip.

her breath hitched as she felt the hot, hard length of him pressing against her mouth. the musky scent of his arousal filled her nose, making her head dizzy with a heady mix of nerves and desire. she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his focus as he watched her every reaction like a hawk.

her heart pounded in her chest, breaths coming in short, eager gasps as she looked up at him, small hands wrapping around his heavy shaft and making a sloppy attempt to jerk him off.

it was clear that she was inexperienced, new to this whole world of power and submission, but she was eager to lear, eager to please. caleb did so much for her, was always giving everything and then some just to make her happy. this… this was the least she could do for him, right? to make him feel just as good as he made her feel.

admittedly, she was nervous, sitting between his legs with his cock pressed against soft lips. she ran her tongue over her teeth, worrying idly at the idea of them getting in the way or her being unsure how to use her tongue.

she wanted so badly to please him, to make him feel as good as he always made her feel. the thought of his pleasure, his satisfaction, consumed her mind. even if she wasn’t the most skilled, even if her mouth was too small to take him properly, even if it hurt… she was determined to try her best.

her throat constricted as she parted her lips, trying to relax and accept the hard, pulsing flesh pressing insistently against her mouth. her little tongue flicked out, lapping tentatively at the salty drops of precum that leaked from the tip of caleb’s cock.

the taste of him, the scent of his arousal, drove her mad. she wanted to taste more of him, to feel him throbbing on her tongue, to hear his breathy moans and low praises directed at her.

but as caleb pushed forward, sliding his thick length past her lips, she felt a surge of panic. her jaw ached as she stretched her mouth wide to accommodate his girth, and her tongue began to throb uselessly from the pressure. 

every ridge, every vein of his massive cock, she could feel it. tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she fought against her gag reflex, as it clenched and spasmed helplessly around the intrusion stretching her throat.

her small hand pumped what little of his shaft wasn't in her mouth, the skin of his cock sliding slickly between her fingers. he was so big, so much bigger than anything she'd ever taken before, and even the pornos she had watched in an attempt to try to ‘practice’ didn’t seem to help her in the moment. 

her small hands gripped caleb’s muscular thighs, nails digging into the firm flesh as she tried to ground herself. the sounds she was making were anything but sexy— wet, gagging noises that echoed obscenely in the room as she struggled to breathe through her nose. 

drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her chest and nightshirt. she could feel it pooling in her throat, making it even harder to breathe as caleb’s cock pressed deeper, demanding more from her.

despite the discomfort, despite the way her throat burned and ached and her face was clearly flushing concerningly, she didn’t pull away. she focused on the sounds of caleb’s pressure, on the low groans and grunts that rumbled in his chest as she worked her mouth over his cock. the knowledge that she was the one causing that pleasure, that she was the reason for the blissful expression on his handsome face, spurred her own.

caleb groaned, his hips flexing as he fought the urge to thrust into the hot, tight clutch of her throat. he could feel her struggling, could hear the nasty gagging noises she made as she tried valiantly to please him. the sight of her, so small and dainty, with his huge cock stretching her lips obscenely wide, was incredibly erotic but just as much concerning with her face flushed a deep, almost mottled red.

he gripped her hair tighter, not to force her deeper, but to steady her as he felt her struggling. 

“fuck, baby, i think that’s enough,” he said, his voice strained, a mixture of pleasure and concern. “you’re pushin’ yourself too hard…”

despite his words, she redoubled her efforts, tears of determination in her eyes. she was terrified that he was pulling away because she wasn’t pleasuring him well enough, that her inexperience and clumsy technique was falling short. the thought made her heart clench with fear and disappointment in herself. 

caleb, sensing her distress, tightened his grip on her hair and exerted gentle but firm pressure to pull her off of his cock. she resisted for a moment, before the force of his tugging overpowered her, and she was forced to release him with a gasp and a sputter, falling into a cough fit almost immediately after.

wide, anxious eyes peered up at him as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “c-caleb, did i do something wrong? i-i’m sorry, i was just tryin’ to make you feel good…” 

her body trembled, small hands coming up to grip the fabric of her nightshirt nervously. she felt small and insignificant compared to caleb’s imposing presence, terrified that she had failed to please him when he had practically spent his whole life taking care of her.

“shh, no, of course you didn’t do anythin’ wrong, baby,” caleb murmured soothingly, his large hand cupping her delicate jaw. he brushed his thumb gently over her tear-stained cheek, wiping away at the evidence of her distress. “you could never disappoint me, who told you that? probably that pretty little head of yours, hm?” he gently ruffled her hair, trying to tighten the mood.

“you’re just… not ready to be takin’ me that deep. i don’t want you hurtin’ yourself just to please me.” 

she swallowed thickly, eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she gazed up at him. “b-but i wanted to make you feel good, like you always make me feel good,” she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. 

“listen to me,” he insisted firmly, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to meet his eyes. “i could never be disappointed in you, not for trying your best. and who’s to say i didn’t feel good? but even then, i don’t want to feel good it it’s at the cost of your well-being.” 

caleb’s hands slid down to rest on her shoulders, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “i care about you too much to let you push yourself too hard,” he explained softly. “you come first, you will always come first to me. i want you to enjoy this as much as i do, not dread it because you’re scared of messin’ up.” 

her breath hitched as she listened to caleb’s soothing words, her heart swelling. she nuzzled into his gentle touch, craving his comforting warmth as her eye’s fluttered shut. 

she knew he was right, that he could never be disappointed in her for trying. but it still made it hard for her to accept that she was enough as she was without needing to prove herself constantly. 

“i mean it,” he insisted once more, his voice low and sincere. “you’ve already made me happier than you know. the fact that you’re willing to try new things, even when you’re nervous… that means everything to me.” 

he brushed a stray lock of her behind her ear, fingers lingering on her cheek. “i think we should call it a night for now, though,” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his mouth as he tried to ease the mood. it was the truth. admittedly, he couldn't really get aroused knowing she was hurting herself for him.

“as much as i enjoyed that, i don’t want you pushin’ yourself too hard, little miss. but next time.. i'll pull out all the stops for you. ”

she blushed at his words, a giggle bubbling up in her throat. she knew he was speaking lightly, but the thought of having another chance to please him sent a thrill through her. 

“okay,” she agreed quietly, eyes sparkling with a mix of lingering desire and exhaustion. “i trust you, caleb. but… but i can’t wait for another chance to make you feel good.” she hesitated for a moment.

“will you, um, teach me? what makes you feel good, i mean?”

caleb grinned, heart swelling with affection for his sweet girl. he knew he was lucky to have her, and he silently vowed to take care of her, to never let her push herself too hard. 

Anyways i write fan fiction and just finished the first one. It’s probably pretty bad but i will get better. I still hope you enjoy it :)

You can also leave some feedback if you want so i can improve more

Thank you for reading:)

Synopsis: you hear a girl talking about her crush in his uniform and you start thinking about Caleb. You thought nothing would happen between you to but that changes pretty quickly

18+, Caleb in his uniform, his panty obsession, use of sir/colonel, use of good girl, self gratification, …

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LISTEN TO THE COLONEL

Birds are chirping and the sun slightly falls through the leaves as you and Tara walk through the park. Every weekend you try to catch up with each other, since the week days are super busy. Going to some stores, eating, laughing and gossiping about the latest drama is what you always do.

One of your traditions is to end the day with a good cocktail. Tara always seems to know the best spots.

Sitting at a little table in the packed bar your eyes start to adjust to the darker light in the room. Enjoying the cocktail, slowly the alcohol starts to kick in, and both of you start to giggle more. Eventually Tara has to go to the bathroom from all the drinking.

Caleb discovers the kind of book you read when you’re alone.

warnings: NSFW 18+. Caleb x fem! reader. jealousy. smut. possessiveness. sizekink. fantasy. spicy. tension. monsters. fingering. oral. rough. creampie. dirtytalk. domination.

This is my first time writing smut. Enjoy :)

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Caleb unpacked the final items from his suite case and placed them on the bed. He was tired, and hungry. He spent the last hour settling into his room before pondering what he wanted to eat. He would go out to eat. It was also a great excuse for you to accompany him. Great idea, he thought to himself before leaving his room.

“Hey, pipsqueak, wanna go,” Caleb leaned in your doorway, frowning at your absence. Your bedroom light was on, warm vanilla scented candle lit, and your pillow lay at the end of the bed. “Pip?” he called out. No response.

“Where the heck did you go?” Caleb questioned to himself. That is when he noticed it. A book laying at beside the pillow at the end of your bed. “What could you be reading?” He ponders as he approaches the bed. The book was split open and faced down with the title gazing back at him. The front cover was monstrous furry creature (like a werewolf) embracing a beautiful young red-headed women, with the title, “My Downfall, the Monster inside me.”

A curious grin grew across his face as he picked up the book to inspect it. He turned it over to read the page you were on. “No idea you were into fantasy” he chuckled under his breath. That is when all the blood rushed through his body when he realized what scene you were on.

“Lucius’s razor-sharp fingertips dug into your hips, holding you firmly in place as his hot, wet tongue flicked over your nipples. The air was filled with the slick, obscene sounds of his relentless thrusts, each one sending shockwaves through your trembling body.”

As Caleb’s eyes scanned the text, a surge of heat pooled low in his abdomen. He had no idea you were into this kind of thing. In fact, he barely knew what you liked at all. The two of you had kissed twice—only twice—and never spoke of it again. You pretended it never happened, and he had respected your silence. He even gave you space for a few weeks while he returned to the fleet. He always assumed you were shy about these things. But this... this was beyond anything he could have imagined.

A sudden emotion crept up his spine, curling around his chest—jealousy. The book spoke of a monster with a massive cock while it plummeted a young woman. Was this what you fantasized about? The thought gnawed at him. How could you entertain the idea of someone—something—other than him? How was he supposed to compete with a fantasy?

Caleb snapped the book shut. At that exact moment, you walked into your room, soda in hand—only to freeze in place. His face flushed with a deep red, eyes wide with shock, the book trembling slightly in his grip. Before he could say anything, you stormed towards him – ripping the book from his hand.

“What the fuck Caleb! Do not snoop through my stuff.” You huff in annoyance, shoving the book under your pillow with a sharp motion. Your cheeks seared with hot embarrassment.

“Don’t snoop through your stuff? You left it out in the open.” He gestures towards the bed with his arm.

You roll your eyes, but deep down, embarrassment burns through you. Your heart pounds relentlessly—how much did he read? You had only stepped away for a soda before getting to the good part, but of course, Caleb had to snoop. Just this one time, really?

As you fume internally, you suddenly notice his eyes locked onto you. Unmoving. There is something in his gaze—something unreadable. It is as if he wants to say something but cannot force the words out. “What do you want?” You question.

Caleb’s gaze drags over you, slow and deliberate. His eyes darken with something unreadable, a flicker of curiosity dancing in them. He steps closer, towering over you, his presence suddenly heavier—more intense.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to grab some food…” His voice is lower than usual, edged with something husky, something almost teasing. “But it looks like you’re preoccupied.”

It’s different from his usual kindred tone—there’s something else laced in it. Something… sensual.

Your brows furrow, but before you can utter a word—you notice it. The height difference. It had never been a problem before. Why would it be? If anything, it was the reason behind your old nickname, 'Pipsqueak.' You’d always been significantly smaller than him, short enough to be teased most of your life. But Caleb had never let anyone ridicule you—he defended you, made you feel beautiful, made it clear that, in his eyes, you were perfect.

But now… now, as he loomed over you with that unreadable, almost menacing gaze, something felt different. The sheer size of him, the way he looked at you—it sent a shiver down your spine. Suddenly, you felt small in an entirely new way.

Vulnerable.

As if he could dominate you at any second. He looked like a monster compared to you.

A slow heat curled in your belly, pooling low between your legs.

Caleb gazed down at your tiny frame, a familiar sense of protectiveness stirring in his chest. You had always been so cute to him—adorable, even. But lately, it was more than that. Your curves teased him relentlessly, drawing his eyes no matter how hard he tried to resist. The way your hips hugged those sweat shorts. The way your tight white T-shirt clung to your breasts.

Maybe… just maybe, he could be the monster you craved.

Why lose yourself in fantasy when you had him—your fantasy?

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped forward, his presence overwhelming. You instinctively backed up, only to find yourself sinking onto the bed. Caleb followed, towering over you, his gaze burning with something new.

“Pipsqueak,” he murmured, voice smooth and husky, dripping with amusement, “do you read those books because of me?” He leaned in, close enough for his breath to ghost over your skin. “If you wanted to cross that line, you could have just asked.”

His words melted through you, leaving you utterly undone.

He cups your chin, drawing you into a deep, urgent kiss. His lips move over yours with a hunger that speaks of years of pent-up longing, his touch both possessive and desperate. His thigh slips between your legs as he presses his body flush against yours, the heat of him sinking into you. Every kiss, every touch, feels like he’s devouring you whole.

Your hands slip beneath his shirt, fingertips exploring the firm ridges of his abs, the sculpted lines of his chest, the solid curve of his shoulders. His body responds, pressing closer, the friction sending a delicious shiver through you. His mouth leaves yours, trailing down your jaw to your neck, his lips and tongue igniting fire along your skin. A breathy gasp escapes you, your body arching into him as heat pools low in your belly.

You have dreamt of this -of him- of the way he would feel against you again. But this… this is beyond anything you ever imagined.

“Mmghmm,” he groans against your skin, his voice thick with desire. “Fuck, baby -ah- I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Baby. You have never heard him call you that. His words alone send a sharp pulse of need straight to your core, your body aching for him. As he buries his face in your neck, you tilt your head, lips finding his ear. Slowly, you trace the shell with your tongue, savoring the way he shudders beneath your touch. Your fingers slide into his hair, gripping, tugging just enough to make him gasp.

And then, you feel it- the tension, the fire, the sheer desperation radiating between you. Neither of you can hold back much longer.

You both move in a frenzy, hands desperate, yanking at each other’s shirts until the fabric tears. Clothes hit the floor in seconds, leaving nothing between you. Caleb’s gaze drops to your bare chest, and something in him snaps. His jaw clenches, his breath shuddering as his fingers trail over your soft skin, almost reverent—almost broken.

His hand glides down your stomach, fingers teasing the edge of your shorts before slipping beneath the fabric. The moment he touches you, his breath hitches—his fingers pressing into the heat of your slick, aching core.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough with desire.

A sharp gasp escapes you as his fingertips brush over your swollen clit, sending a pulse of pleasure through your body. Your hips shift instinctively, chasing his touch.

“Mnnghnn—Caleb,” you moan, your voice trembling as he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing out another needy whimper.

His eyes meet yours, and there’s darkness in them. His fingers circle your clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet… but are you wet for me, or that monster you wanted to fuck?”

Your eyebrows crease, “Caleb, it’s just a fantasy book.”

Caleb’s fingers abruptly stop, leaving your core aching for more. “I want to be the only one who makes this pussy wet.”

He presses his fingers, dragging them around your opening. “Tell me baby,” he growls, “is this all for me?”

He begins to peel your shorts and underwear off. Your hands grip your thighs, “Y-yes.”

“Say it,” he dips his head towards your clit and traces his lips barely touching your clit, “say you’re mine.”

Your breath catches, the words escaping your twitching lips, “Oh god yes – I’m yours.”

His lips crash into your lips, feverously kissing your nerves while slipping one finger into your cunt. Overwhelmed and arching, you pant loudly in consuming pleasure. “Fuck Caleb - I want you so bad.”

“So fucking wet,” he groans, his tongue circling your clit in slow, teasing strokes. “I could play with this pussy all night.”

Just as the words leave his lips, he presses another finger inside you, the stretch sudden and deliciously overwhelming. His pace quickens, fingers curling right as his tongue works in sync, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“Mmmghhmmm—C-Caleb, yes,” you cry out, your breath hitching as your body tightens around him, lost in the relentless pleasure he’s giving you.

Just as you are teetering on the edge, he suddenly stops, pulling his fingers from you, leaving you aching and desperate. A wicked smirk tugs at his lips as he stands, eyes dark with lust.

Without breaking eye contact, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his pants and peels them off, letting them fall to the floor.

Your breath catches. He is huge—thick, veined, and heavy, his cock standing hard and proud, the swollen tip already glistening with need. The sheer size of him makes your thighs clench instinctively, heat pooling between them.

"You're not the only one who's desperate tonight, baby," he murmurs, stroking himself slowly, teasing you with the sight. "Now, be a good girl and show me just how much you want this."

Your breath catches as he strokes himself, his thick, pulsing cock teasing your slick folds. The anticipation is unbearable. Caleb climbs over you, gripping your thighs as he lines himself up. The swollen head presses against your entrance, spreading you open inch by inch.

"Fuck," he groans, dragging the tip along your heat. "You’re so damn wet for me."

Then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, he fills you, stretching you around his sheer size. A gasp escapes you as pleasure and pressure intertwine, your body molding to fit him.

"That’s it, baby," he rasps, his breath hot against your skin. "Take all of me."

And then he moves—deep, slow, claiming you completely.

With a sudden jerk, he grabs your legs and lifts them onto his shoulders, folding you beneath him. The new angle has you gasping as he sinks even deeper, stretching you in ways that have your toes curling.

Then, without warning, he snaps his hips forward, picking up speed, fucking you hard and fast. His grip tightens on your thighs, holding you in place as he pounds into you, each thrust deep and unforgiving. The sound of skin slapping fills the air, mingling with your breathless moans and his ragged groans.

"Fuck" he growls, his voice thick with need. "You feel so damn good, taking me like this."

His pace is unrelenting, pushing you closer to the edge with every ruthless thrust.

He pauses for a moment, adjusting his angle, his thick length pressing even deeper. Then, with a sharp thrust, he slams into you again—this time hitting that perfect spot. A broken moan rips from your lips as pleasure explodes through you.

“There it is,” he groans, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Gunna cum for me baby?”

His pace turns ruthless, each thrust slamming against your g-spot, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. Your body tenses, the pressure coiling tight, ready to explode. Then—his cock slams into that perfect spot again, and you shatter.

A scream rips from your throat as pleasure crashes over you, raw and blinding. Your walls clench around him, gripping him in rhythmic pulses, dragging him deeper as your body trembles uncontrollably. Your nails rake down his back, your breath stuttering as wave after wave of ecstasy leaves you shaking, ruined, and completely his.

Caleb groans, feeling your walls tighten around him, milking his cock with every desperate pulse. His grip on your thighs tightens, his rhythm faltering for a moment as he watches you unravel beneath him.

“Fuck- just like that,” he growls, his voice rough and strained. “You’re so damn tight, baby. Squeezing me so fucking good.”

The sight of you—trembling, wrecked, completely lost in pleasure—pushes him closer to the edge. His thrusts turn frantic, desperate, chasing his own release as he watches you come undone beneath him.

Caleb’s thrusts turn wild, his cock throbbing as your tight, pulsing walls milk him mercilessly. A deep, broken groan rips from his chest as he slams in one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck- take it, baby, gunna cum-” he growls, his grip bruising on your hips as he spills inside you, thick and hot. His whole body shudders, hips jerking as he fills you to the brim, his cum leaking out around his cock with every desperate pulse.

His head drops to your shoulder, his breath ragged, voice wrecked. “You’re so fucking perfect- made for me,” he mutters, his fingers still gripping your thighs, like he cannot bear to let go just yet.

Caleb rolls off you, but before the warmth between you fades, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close. His heartbeat is still erratic against your skin, his breath warm against your hair. Then, with a lazy grin, he lifts his pinky, hooking it around yours.

“Pinky promise it won’t be weird after this?” he teases, his voice husky but light. Your pinky meets his, locking in an eternal agreement. Your lifelong crush is now officially yours. He always was—deep down, you knew it—but hearing the words, feeling his touch, makes your heart ache in the best way. Every whispered promise, every possessive touch, every desperate kiss solidifies it. He’s yours. Finally. Completely.

And you never want to let go.

A teasing smile spreads across your lips. “I can’t believe you got jealous over one of my smut books.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow, a dark expression settling over his face. “One of your smut books?” His voice drops, rough and dangerous. “Just how many do you have?” Before you can answer, he rolls over top of you, pinning you beneath him. His weight is firm, commanding, making your breath hitch.

You squirm beneath him, heat rising to your cheeks. “I—I read them all the time,” you confess, voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curl into a wicked smirk. “All the time, huh?” He presses his hips against yours, his voice nothing but a taunt.

as if you could.

caleb is all too cocky about your inability to do anything but lay beneath him all slack-jawed and shaky as he drills his cock into you despite your overstimulation.

you’re so fucked out that you can’t even muster up the energy or mindpower to regret gifting your boyfriend and polaroid camera for his birthday. you had brought it with romance in mind—he’s away so often for such long periods at a time that you thought a few sweet photos he can carry in the lining of his uniform jacket would be a nice idea.

but caleb, the amalgamation of all things desperate and horny, couldn’t wait five minutes after unwrapping his gift to start unwrapping you as well. each layer of clothing discarded he’d reward with a photo of your revealed skin until he was trying to finesse a way to hold the camera with one hand as the other pumped his fingers mercilessly into your cunt.

now, hours later, you’re laying on a bed of polaroids, each more lewd than the last. one digs into your skin while another is jostled off the bed with the hard thrusts of your boyfriends leaky cock into your (regrettably) still-needy pussy. the effect this man has on you is unreasonable—you’ve cum so many times that you can’t form a coherent thought and still you think you’d cry if he pulled out and denied you the stretch of his cock.

flash. another shot is taken, this one of your glossy eyes and drool-soaked lips.

“you’re so messy,” he teases like his dick isn’t shining with the sweet mixture of your releases—like he’s not spat on your cunt just to rub load after load of cum around your clit in sick circles that make you choke on your breath. what an asshole he is.

“gonna make you cum again, pips,” he grins, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “i want to see if i can catch you squirting in a pic, hm?”

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Can't do these without my help, can you?

✎ᝰ. summary: going out of his way to become your tutor, caleb is right where he wants to be when you invite him over.

✎ᝰ. cw: dom!caleb, tutor!caleb, perversion, semi-masturbation, panty ADDICT, freako caleb, a creampie, dirty talk, just a little degradation, orgasm-denial if you squint, caleb is very needy 4 u and also a little obsessive

✎ᝰ. wc: 4.1k

✎ᝰ. a/n: i'm not particularly interested in caleb as a li, but i hope i did his writing justice. i also wrote this all in one go for u crazy freaks. enjoy!

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light, fruity, feminine; that was the inviting smell of your room that greeted caleb every time he came over for a session. your walls were adored with small posters of your favourite medias, and over them, warm fairy lights were strung to create a very home-y, gentle atmosphere. your room was a direct reflection of you, someone who was just as inviting and gentle, someone who was just as warm and feminine. he was obsessed.

he's observed you from afar for a while now as the girl who seemed unreachable, untouchable. he would purposefully sit in the row behind you during lecture hall to keen himself in on what you were jotting down in your notes or searching up on your computer. you were never secretive about it, not even when you browsed online stores or your clicked through social media during class.

sometimes he would drop whatever he was doing when he saw you on campus, with your friends sometimes not. he preferred when you were alone. he never followed you anywhere, no, but he would take mental notes of where you frequented and with whom. he felt like a weirdo at first, staring at you like this and getting to know you well enough to be mistaken for your friend. but that feeling had long past, long after he actually became your friend.

it took a bit of courage and time from him to work himself up to the challenge of simply talking to you, but it was easier than he thought once he actually approached you. you were sociable, kind, so warm. it also helped that caleb knew all of your interests already and was a great conversationalist when it came to things he was passionate about. no, not your favourite band, but you.

he found himself only growing more infatuated with your person as time went on. you entrusted him quickly; he knew he was very charming and welcoming as a person, so when you started confiding in him, details of your personal life, he happily listened. he hated when you talked about previous relationships or other guys you were currently looking at. has all the effort he has put in to get close to you been in vain?? he dismissed those conversations; he hated those men.

it was only when you started talking about your with assignments that caleb began to become interested again. something about caleb was that, despite not really trying, he was a prodigy in school. it was the reason why he could get away with gawking at you in class without failing. andnow, hearing you complain about classes he had found easy—even while sleeping through them—he realized he had another way into your life. his intelligence was a gift that kept on giving, it seemed.

when he first offered to tutor, you were skeptical. apparently, you had tried tutors in the past and none of them really helped, but caleb assured you that he would be different - that he would actually help. you reluctantly agreed and insisted on paying him despite his refusal. seeing you privately, teaching you, guiding you was more than enough to satisfy caleb in every way, but you were a feisty one.

the first time came caleb came over for a tutoring session, he almost came in his pants just stepping into that fruity-scented room of yours and had to wait until you left for the bathroom to let out a soft groan of pleasure. he wasn't sure why he was so aroused by just being in your room like this, you hadn't even done anything but get most of the questions wrong on your calculus practice exam. there's no reason for his cock to be twitching in his pants like this every time he looked up at you.

the feeling of restraint was a nice one to caleb, though. every time he packed his bag before heading off to your place for a session, he knew he would spend the next hour or two trying not to get his dick all hard. he's felt it before; your form so close to his that the heat radiating off of you sent jolts straight down to his cock, and still, he had to resist getting fully erect. something about being denied that pleasure because he could get caught by you was exhilarating, it made him lightheaded. but he questioned, when was denial going to eat away at him?

caleb was a good tutor, a great one in fact. since the day he was hired, you've improved significantly in all of your most hated subjects. he's turned around the pattern of unreliable tutors you've had in the past, which is why he thinks you decided to continue your sessions even through spring break. on any normal basis, caleb would reject the offer. spring break was his time to leave the campus behind and take a flight somewhere deserted. but for you? he'd stay nailed to your room floor if you so wanted.

"caleb's here!" he chirps happily as he knocks on your apartment door. he hears scuffling from afar followed by the nearing pitter-patter of your footsteps. he watches as the door unlocks and opens for him, you shorter form - clad in shorts and loose shirt - standing behind it with a gentle smile.

"hey, come in. sorry, was cleaning out my backpack." you step aside for him and then turn your back to him as you motioned for him to follow you into your room. that gesture was enough to already get his hormones erratic.

caleb tightens his grip on his bag and uses other hand to wave dismissively while following you to your bedroom. "nah, you're all good. you doing some spring cleaning?" he asks with a playful lilt to his voice. he steps into your room and glances around, trying not to make it obvious to you that he was getting a little antsy.

"uh, something like that," you answer while situating yourself on a cushion behind your small floor table. right next to you, was where caleb usually sat. "i just need my backpack empty for when class starts up again. i get overwhelmed with all the papers but never end up doing anything about it." you lug the backpack in question off from the table pull out the textbooks you were gonna use to study today.

caleb nods at your words and realizes he should be making himself at home too. he drops his bag beside the table and moves to the cushion next to you, glancing over at the textbook name. "more math?" he asks in a laugh.

you sigh in exasperation and shrug. this was the subject most of your study sessions were about. "i can't do any type of math, it's actually kinda funny how bad i am." you wrap one arm around caleb's neck and pull him into a good-natured side hug. "but that's why you're here!"

caleb immediately tenses up in your embrace. oh fuck, this difficult task of not creaming his pants was already proving to be extreme, and he had barely been in your house for five minutes. despite his struggle, he didn't want to pull away from you, fearing you would take it as rejection, but your proximity and scent was already making him dizzy.

thankfully you peeled yourself off of him before he could let a pathetic moan slip out. with a grunt, he shifts himself on the cushion and zeros in his attention to the textbook you opened. he watches you flip through the pages, saying something about the professor being annoying—or was it the work? he wasn’t sure; he was already too far gone.

"s-so, how much work am i helping you with here? ya gonna suck up day one of my spring break dry?" caleb chuckles, trying to distract himself from the ache in his body.

"i won't keep you long," you sigh, "i already feel bad making you help me over our break. it'll be short, don't worry."

he nods again, but your words make him feel conflicting turmoil. he wanted to stay, but the longer he did, the greater the risk of him busting a nut right there on your carpet. he had been suppressing his arousal for months and he was now reaching his limit.

"no it's okay, take as much of my time as you need," caleb responds with a smile that was slightly forced. the will of god himself could not ameliorate the amount of horny caleb had built within him - but caleb was stronger than god in that room.

the next hour consisted of you brushing against him, teasing him, asking him questions in a cute, confused tone. he was losing his composure so quick that an erection was inevitable for him despite the restraint. he placed his bag over his lap so that it wasn't so obvious, but he knew at some point, he was gonna have to take it off. going to your bathroom to relieve himself was also not a solution, considering your bathroom shared a wall with your room and you would be able to hear the groans of your name that he needed to say to be able cum.

"do you want something to eat?" you suddenly ask after you triumphantly finished another practice sheet from the textbook. "you've been here for a while, i can see what i have in the kitchen."

caleb almost jumped for joy. yes, please leave the room, please he can't take it anymore. you're so much. "i-i wouldn't mind it, thanks. take your time, you've been working hard." he watches you smile and nod before leaving the room, leaving him inside alone.

. . . he shouldn't . . . he shouldn't. he had to respect the home you so graciously invited him into and he shouldn't. but the erection in his pants was so overwhelmingly distracting that if he had any chance of being good tutor for the rest of his time here, he needed to relieve himself.

caleb pushes himself off the cushion and lets his bag fall from his lap. he quietly strides to your dresser and has one final moral dilemma in his head before opening one of the cabinets. these were your shirts. he opens another one - your socks. then another - your bras. the bras were tempting, he wouldn't lie, but they weren't what he was looking for. but then he hit the top drawer which looked like a gold mine to him - your panties. he groans into his palm before haphazardly picking up a pink one and closing the cabinet.

quickly, he brings it to his nose and begins palming himself through his pants. fuck, this was better than any jack-off session he's ever had with porn - and he wasn't even really touching his cock. stumbling around like a man drunk, he bends over your bed with his nose deep into the pussy lining of your panties. pre-cum soaked his own underwear and he could only hope that it wouldn't seep into his pants. he needed this; like a man needed water he needed your pussy overtaking him like this.

the pleasure hazing his mind only amplified when he caught glimpse of your laundry hamper in the corner. his eyes blew wide, the purple of his irises gone as his pupils dilated at a new idea. he rushes over to the hamper and digs through the top pieces of clothes with one singular prayer in his mind.

please, please, please.

and maybe his prayers worked, maybe god was actually with him because he found exactly what he was risking his entire reputation for - a dirty, used panty that had all of your natural musk on it, uncovered by detergent and fully soaked with every acidic smell of your pussy. the moment caleb brings the red fabric to his nose, he lets out the loudest groan he's ever allowed himself to do in your house. what he would give for this to be your actual soaking, wet heat covering his face. he was almost tempted to pull out his cock right there and use your underwear as a make-shift pocket pussy, but he thought against it.

you'd be back any minute now. he didn't know what you were making, and it made him nervous. there was a difference in time between slicing apples and cooking those struggle-meal noodles on the stove, and he was none-the-wiser as to what you were doing. but he didn't want to move. he really didn't. he growls at the dilemma, but despite the disagreements happening in his brain his body wasn't moving.

caleb moves the panties back a few inches to get a good look at it. it was stained with a bit of discharge and other feminine fluids that he couldn't be sure of, but that didn't stop him from what he did next. he brings the crotch of your panties to his mouth and clamps down on it, sucking it vigorously in attempts to taste every second that you wore this. there was a tangy taste on his mouth that he learned in that second was the taste of you - and that realization itself made his balls clench up, readying to spill in his pants. he quickly moves his hand away from his erection imprint to stall his orgasm but cries out softly from the denial. thankfully, the cloth of your panties muffled his voice.

everything became a second thought, though, when he heard the change in your footsteps from outside. you were no longer walking on the tiles of your kitchen, but instead the wooden floors of the common room. caleb clambered to pile all of the discarded dirty laundry back into the hamper but kept the saliva drenched panties in his pocket. he shuffled back to the cushion behind your small table and tensed up as your footsteps neared. his heart had never pounded like this, not even during training season back when he was in the army for piloting.

you clicked open the door and smiled sheepishly at caleb with a tray of various finger foods. "hey, sorry for the wait," you hum, "i quickly realized i didn't have full meals on deck to make you so i just opted for like a…. snack tray?" you bent over and placed the tray on the table in front of caleb with an inviting gesture, telling him to eat.

caleb flits his gaze up to you before looking away in slight shame. "no it's alright, i actually had a pretty big breakfast so a few snacks is just what i need." he laughs like normal but there was anxiety simmering within his body at the situation he put himself in. all this for an orgasm he couldn't even have? doesn't matter, he'll have a jerk-off session so intense later that he'll colour your panties his cum-shade of white.

it was the anxiety in his chest, though, that made him flinch at your sudden gasp. he sits up, startled and furrows his brows. but before he could ask anything, you move toward your bed and pick up a discarded pair of pink panties that were laying there.

fuck, fuck, fuck. he forgot to put them back in the drawer and left them there like an idiot. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

before caleb could drop to his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness, you beat him to it.

"i.. am so sorry, i have no idea how long those have been there for. agh, this is so embarassing!" you squeal while snatching them off your bed and throwing them into your top drawer without so much as caring to fold them. caleb looks at you dumbfoundedly with a slack jaw which you took as an expression of disgust. you turn your body away from his direction and shield your eyes from the world as shame boiled within your stomach.

caleb looks around the room like he was being duped. so god was actually here with him, protecting his perversion from ever being know. but yet, while he could get away with unscathed, there was something about your naivety that really created an itch. almost caught, once again; denial felt so good up until this point and he could take no more. he stands and glances down at his still prominent erection before moving behind where you stood. he places his hands on your hips and his chin atop your shoulder, coaxing you to move back against his body.

"i… can't take it much longer, yknow?" he murmurs with an uncharacteristically calm voice. he presses his hips to your backside, letting you feel his large, hard erection dig into your body and letting you know that he was in need. "tell me to leave. tell me to fuck off and i will and i'll never even look in your direction again. i've never had a woman drive me so crazy that i couldn't even step foot in her room without losing my mind."

you tense at both caleb's words and the poking sensation you felt in your back. you almost couldn't believe what was happening - all so fast too. one moment you were pouring stale pretzels into a small bowl for the two of you and the next you were pressed up against your tutor's hard cock. you felt a little speechless.

"caleb… i… i don't know what to say," you whisper, "what is this? what is happening?"

"i don't know how to make this clearer for you," he rumbles, "i feel like a bitch in heat. what you should say is that you want me out of your fucking house and to never contact you again, that's the script here. i'm not paid to be here and fucking lust over you but i am, and i need go."

the non-existent distance between you two only made it harder for caleb to conceal the extent of his desire. his cock throbbed like it was trying to free itself from the confines of his pants. you took a long time to respond - or at least it felt incredibly long to caleb's distorted mind. but that distortion came to an end when you turned your head back to look at him with those pretty eyes of yours. your expression was unreadable.

"but what if i don't want you to leave?"

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"fuck. that's my nasty girl. that's my little slut," caleb grunts in your ear. your legs quiver in an attempt to hold themselves up against him at the ninety-degree angle you were in. the only support you were given were caleb's hands bruising into your hips and holding you still as he battered into from behind. every thrust from him threatened to topple you over flat onto your stomach and atop the small table underneath you.

"c…caleb! caleb, agh!" you cried with your head tucked into your chin.

"yes, pretty girl? is it too much for you?" caleb mocked you. "i told you to kick me out, i told you didn't i?" his pace didn't relent at your cries, not one bit. he's waited so long for this. he's waited so long to feel your cunt squeezing him like this. his imagination compared nothing to the real feeling of your slick, fluffy pussy sucking him in and constricting around his cock so eagerly. you were enjoying it too, he could tell. the way you cried out his name like that - all honeyed. you gave into his perversion so easily it almost makes him wish he did it earlier.

"mmngh… fuuuck, you're tightening around me so good. have you also thought about me fucking you senselessly like this? 'cause this pretty pussy ain't letting me go." caleb grins and leans back to get a better view of his cock pounding into your creamed cunt. the sight of his thickness disappearing within you only to come back out coated in more of your arousal left him feeling insatiable. every thrust squelched out shared juices onto the below table and covered your classwork, consequently drenching them in slick and arousal.

"c-caleb, m…my work… fuck… i-i need that," you whine. caleb grins and shrugs; his pace still wasn't relenting and he certainly wasn't moving you elsewhere. your pussy was nice and delicious just like this.

"get new copies," he grunts, "and then you can invite me over again to help you. after all, you can't do these without my help, can you?"

caleb leans over your back and fully wraps his arms around your midsection for better, deeper thrusts. every slide in ensured that every inch of him down to his ballsack was burrowed into you; every slide out ensured that the curve of his cock dragged your pussy walls with it. the noises between your bodies were abhorrently obscene and echoed in your room with each sloppy thrust. you've never been fucked so hungrily in your life up until the monster cock that was caleb's.

caleb kept one strong bicep wrapped around your waist to hold you still while the other moved down to your clit. his fingers deftly played with your swollen nub, moving it in circles and pinching it to help you build up an orgasm. you squealed at the extra sensation of pleasure coming from in-between your legs, it was so strong that you almost buckled over from overstimulation.

caleb simply laughs at you and toys with your bundle of nerves even more. "feel good?" he purrs. "keep me around for these tutoring sessions and i'll give you much more than a few As. i'll give you my cock and reward you for doing so well. do you want that? do you wanna get drunk on my cock for being such a good girl?"

he was taunting you, clearly, but a two-in-one deal of good grades and good dick was tempting. despite being a withering mess who was getting her cunt squashed with each passing second, you managed to suck in a breath and whimper out an answer. "ngh… y…yes, i want that."

"what was that? couldn't hear you, honey," he sneers. "i'm not the type of guy to just take what i want, y'know? i want my girl just as eager as me. do i have to ask you again?"

"n-no, i want it!"

caleb smirks. "that's it. nasty thing ~."

with his ego stroked by your words, caleb increases the speed of his thrusts vigorously. he's held back an orgasm so diligently this entire time for the sake of savoring your sloppy wet cunt. but now, knowing he'll be back here in due time to do this all over again, he no longer has to deny himself the beauty of orgasming inside of you.

you beat him to it. your legs failed you as soon as your orgasm hit and left you limp in caleb's arms. he was strong enough to catch you snd hold you up against him which left your legs dangling mid-air. you couldn't even yell or scream as you came, your voice was entirely gone and all that was left were a few weak squeaks coming from your throat. your sweet walls contracted around caleb so strongly that you could feel his struggle to move.

he groaned loudly in your ear and then practically whimpered your name. you were tight since he first sank into your warmth, but this was another level of constriction that he didn't think was possible. his hips stuttered pathetically as they could no longer sustain a rhythmic pattern. he gave out right there. his cock pulsed in you like a second heartbeat as a deep wave of semen filled the hilt of your pussy and gushed out from your folds from the overflow.

caleb went silent as his own voice was stolen by the insurmountable pleasure he was feeling. he was pumping spurt after spurt within you, and he could only blame the months he's lived so pent up. he groans again; eyes water slightly from the intensity of the euphoria. "oh my god…" he whispers.

the both of you wait until the strength of your orgasms subsided before even facing each other. caleb nudges your cheek with his nose but your eyes were closed in exhaustion. with the little energy he had left, he slipped out of your sticky pussy and carried you a few feet to your bed. he laid you down gently and took the time to appreciate the view. the girl he's been obsessing for better half of the year was now fucked and filled, good and well by him. you looked too pretty like this; he was sure he was looking at perfection.

caleb lays down next you on your bed and cups your cheek. he was worried that this was an all too familiar gesture, but having your cervix filled with his cum was probably a little more intimate. as your eyes flutter open to meet caleb's, he smiles and hums.

"you're mine now."

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˚.🎀༘⋆ colonel!Caleb/ fem!mc, smut, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, Caleb is dom!! (light yandere things)

You bought black lace underwear and wanted to surprise Caleb. He worked a lot and didn't even come home, of course you missed him and decided to visit him at work in beautiful underwear.

When you entered the office, you hurriedly began to undress, because there were five minutes left before Caleb's arrival, according to his schedule. The black lace accentuated your firm curves, your nipples were already hardened from the cold air, pussy had already wet your panties. You sat on his desk and waited.

Caleb came into the office and when he saw you, he clenched his jaw. You noticed how his gloved hands clenched into a fist and he came up to you with a heavy gait. You looked at him.

"A surpri—?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" growled Caleb, then pulled you into a hungry kiss. You felt the skin of the gloves on your neck and pussy. He pulled away from you and his gaze slid over your seductive body, lingering on the hardened tips of your nipples and the wet spot visible in your core.

"Are you okay?" he chuckled softly in response, pressing his hand to your cheek.

"Pipsqueak, there are cameras everywhere..." you gasped and found the camera lens on the ceiling with your eyes.