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You are laying on your stomach in bed when he, already shedding his work uniform, walks into your bedroom. Your eyes are glued to the television screen, watching the latest episode of some trashy reality TV series you swear you aren't addicted to. A remote in one hand and your other fingers idly picking at the rubber buttons.

“Hey,” you greet as he comes through the door. You toss him a quick smile before falling back into the drama happening on screen.

He would have replied with a similar greeting and gone straight to the shower to wash off the stress of his day, but the sight of you on the bed with your tank top riding up, exposing your waist, and the cotton panties you are wearing make him consider other methods of stress relief.

He drops the shirt he pried off to the floor, already feeling his cock begin to ache. You're so oblivious to the way he feels, what you do to him—it’s torture.

Your feet kick in the air, completely clueless to the man stalking closer to you with a hungry look in his eye—one that can only be satisfied with you on your back moaning his name.

“Hey, pip?”

You hum, unable to tear your gaze from the ‘lovers’ on screen starting a screaming match. Your lower lip is caught between your teeth, a cute habit you have whenever you are focused.

And every time he sees it, he just wants to kiss them until they are swollen and begging.

He grabs your swaying leg and rubs circles on your ankle with his thumb. Your lips curl into a sly grin as you glance at him from the corner of your eyes.

“Need something?” Your voice is already low and teasing. You know him well enough to know the look in his eye—the one that says he wants to devour you.

“You.”

Direct. Firm. The tone he likes to use whenever he wants his point across. He isn't in the mood for games—not tonight.

His hand moves up your leg, slowly smoothing over your skin, until it reaches the inner part of your thigh, his fingers just barely touching your center.

You rest your cheek on your fist as you look back at him, batting your pretty lashes.

His cock twitches in his pants. You were just begging to be fucked, looking like that and acting innocent. And you won't get away with it either.

“Can you wait five more minutes? Andy just called his girlfriend a-”

Caleb’s lips are on yours, silencing whatever excuse you were giving and rolling you onto your back. His hand cradles your neck, just barely applying pressure, and pulls you closer.

Tongues clash, exploring and delving into your mouths. He tastes like lemon—you can't get enough.

Your fingers curl into his hair, switching between tugging and scratching, as his hand slips beneath your top. Long fingers mould around your breast, groping the tender mound until you arch into his touch.

When you part, nothing but a string of spit connects you. His thumb swipes across your swollen lower lip, smearing your saliva across your cheek.

“I don't want to wait,” he pants. “So, if you don't want this, tell me now.”

Violet eyes search yours before drifting lower to your chest where your perky nipples peak through the thin fabric of your tank top. His thumb circles your cheek gently, but all he wants to do is grab your tits again and put his mouth on you. Maybe—no, definitely—leave his mark on you or in you.

You turn your cheek into his touch and kiss his palm. “I want you, Caleb.”

He’s on you again, wasting no time hoisting you up onto his lap where you settle comfortably against the outline of his cock, grinding down through your panties.

He shudders as your hips move slowly against him. “How ‘bout you ride me then?”

You pout, stilling your movements. “You didn't want to wait five minutes, and now you're making me do all the work?”

He clicks his tongue and swats your hip, making you squeak. “Get movin’.”

You huff, moving to pull off your top but Caleb grabs your wrist.

“Keep that,” he orders. “Your panties too.”

You already look so perfect with the strap of your tank top falling off your shoulder, the hem clinging to your body just below your breasts, and damp panties sticking to your cunt. He can't wait to fill you and have you keep those panties on in a pathetic attempt to stop his cum from leaking out of you.

Caleb slips your panties to the side to start toying with your clit. You shudder against him, grinding yourself against his fingers as he rubs slow circles around your nub. Arousal leaks from you, smearing on the bedsheets.

“Messy girl,” he tsks, gathering the slick from your fluttering hole to coat his fingers. The sloppy sounds of him playing with your pussy make you bury your face in his neck, heat rising to your cheek, as you moan.

He unbuckles his pants and pulls out his stiff, aching cock, stroking himself as you watch with hungry and eager eyes. “Come on,” he urges, eyes flicking between your face and your dripping cunt. “Sit on it.”

You drag yourself from the crook of his neck with a whine. “Aren't you going to help me first?”

Any other day, definitely. He would worship you, prep you, have you come on his fingers and mouth until you're a puddle before sinking into you. But he's needy too, desperate for you now.

Caleb’s thumb brushes the sensitive, red tip of his cock, smearing the pearly precum down his shaft. He pants, “I said I didn't want to wait.”

Your mouth goes dry from watching him touch himself while he stares at you through his disheveled bangs. Suddenly, you're feeling impossibly empty. “F-Fine.”

You raise your hips, positioning your dripping cunt over his cock as his hands move to your hips to steady you, and sink slowly, welcoming him into your warmth.

Caleb stretches you out, fills you so well. You can't help but curl into him, pressing your forehead to his, heated breaths mingling together as your body grows overwhelmed. You only get halfway before you feel your aching cunt begin to resist him.

“Mm, you're too big, Caleb” you moan, clawing his shoulders as you clench around his girth.

“Ngh, fuck,” he grunts, throwing his head against the headboard. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows back a moan when you inch off his dick and slide back down, getting a little deeper than before. “You can take more than that. I know you can.”

You shake your head, whining out broken words, “Can't- need you- do it for me.”

His hands tighten on your waist, cock twitching against your walls. A hungry gaze travels down the expanse of your trembling body to the point where you two meet, nearly entwined fully. “You need me?”

“Mhm,” you hum, “need you.”

You press your lips to his, mumbling out a please and threading your fingers in his hair. He happily swallows your pleas with his tongue and a rough snap of his hips, burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Mmph!” You cry between his lips, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness. “Ahh, C-Caleb!”

With no time to adjust, his thrusts are rough, forcing you to fit and mold to his length. The wet sounds of your pussy eagerly sucking him back in drowns out the television and parts of your broken moans.

“Can you feel me?” His fingers push against your plush belly, feeling for the shape of his cock inside you, adding the perfect pressure that lets you feel him deep. “Right here.”

He can practically see his cock spearing you, bulging your tummy with every thrust, making you his. You’re disheveled with swollen lips, a sheen of sweat glossing your skin, bouncing tits nearly spilling out of your top with every thrust. All because of him.

“Feels s-so good,” you slur, lidded eyes begging to shut, sink into the feeling of your core tightening around him, growing closer to your release. “Don't- don't stop.”

“I won't,” he growls. Nothing can tear him from your perfect cunt.

Caleb pushes you onto your back, climbing over you and pushing your legs to your chest. This new angle hits all the right spots as he continues fucking you with a new, feral vigor.

Having you on your back, legs wide, taking his cock with that fucked out expression—fuck, he needs to come in you. Stuff you full of cum and watch it ooze out of your pretty little pussy while you squirm and whine about how sticky you feel.

Caleb, I want a shower.

Caleb, I'm still sensitive.

Caleb, I can't take more.

But he can't help but want more—to sink into you over and over again, overstimulate you until you cry, until the only thing you know is his name and his cock forever.

Your cunt tightens around him, feeling your orgasm approaching like a wave, threatening to crash over you.

His thrusts get sloppy, breath run ragged. His own release fast approaching. “Fuck, let me come in you, please, please.”

When your head tilts down to see when your bodies collide in a violent union, you bite your lip, nodding frantically. You voice rises in pitched moans. “Yes, come inside me! I need it!”

Caleb clings to your hips with a deep final thrust, coming in thick, hot ropes inside you until you're stuffed full of his cum. Your own orgasm crashes over you to milk his cock dry.

While you both catch your breaths, Caleb slips out of you slowly, mindful of the way you wince. “You're okay,” he soothes, running his hand over your cheek.

You're already leaking when he pulls away, but he won't have that. You need to stay filled or he’ll just have to keep stuffing you with his cum until there's no denying that you're his.

Caleb slips your underwear back into place, cupping your cunt to keep you from leaking and shushing you when you start to whimper. “Shh, keep it in.”

You're weak against the sheets, hot and sticky, squirming against his palm. Hands weakly attempt to push him away. “But Caleb-”

“I know, I know,” he says with a smirk. “Just stay like this for a while.”

“keep your mouth open. just slightly.” caleb gently grabs hold of you behind your neck and closes the gap. he feels your tongue enter his mouth stiff against his own, and pulls away for a quick word.

“don’t fight my tongue. just do what feels natural.”

“mmkay,” you murmur against his mouth, the edges of your lips starting to get wet from the deepening kiss.

“good girl,” he whispers, hot breath fanning your lips as he pulls away just slightly when he realizes you catch on pretty quick. and not a second later, his lips are back on your lips.

“mmf.” you’re starting to melt into his touch, big hands start to roam your sides, prodding you to straddle him. he feels good on your lips, beneath your palms, and underneath your crotch where you realize just how much — not to mention how big — the kiss has escalated into.

the second your hips starts moving, his lips find their way onto your neck and his hands onto the clasps of your bra.

“I’ll teach you more than just kissing, whaddya say, pipsqueak?”

“you- this is embarrassing, caleb,” you say and yet you haven’t stopped grinding against his bulge. “you haven’t called me that since—”

“since the stopped calling me nii-chan? yeah, I remember.” caleb’s words are laced with a touch of hurt, darkening eyes boring holes into yours while his hand reaches inside your panties.

“caleb! shit, I’m soaking — please — ffuck.” caleb spreads your folds slick, your own juices easily coating his fingers.

“where did you learn how to cuss like that — fuck, you’re so wet.”

“oh, because you’re such a good example — ffuuuck!” his 2 fingers dig into your hole, finding and pressing your g-spot in an instant.

“how’s that? is it better when it’s my fingers or yours?”

your mouth begins to form an ‘o’, unable to even answer him coherently. “caleb! n-need more! m-move!”

caleb’s fingers fuck you relentlessly, palm rubbing against your clit while he pumps you good. you’ve stopped responding to him properly since — pussy squelching with every pump, moans getting louder and louder as you reach your orgasm.

“ffuuuckcalebdon’t- don’t stop- ffuuuuckk~” caleb knows you’ve reached your high as soon as your voice croaked. heat rises to your cheeks even more than when he practically fucked you with his fingers. he chuckles at the mess you’ve become to which you could only playfully smack his chest while you whine in protest.

“so, what’s next — nii-chan?”