♡idia smoocher♡

your heart was slamming against your ribs– shit, shit, shit.

your legs were spread wide atop the toilet seat, your pink dildo buried halfway inside your slick cunt, the wet sounds of your own arousal still echoing off the tiles. you scrambled to cover yourself, yanking at the bathrobe hanging on the hook.

but your fingers fumbled, clumsy with panic.

“i’m not– rafayel, get out!” your voice came out breathy, cracked at the edges, affected by the toy inside you.

he didn’t move. of course he didn’t.

your rival, your insufferable roommate, the man who made it his personal mission to beat you at every single track event… he just stood there before you, arms crossed, eyes boring into you with fury.

“show me.” his jaw tightened, anger visible in his tone. “show me what you’re hiding, or i’m reporting you. you think i didn’t notice your times improving? you think i’m stupid?”

“i said get out!”

“show me.” he took a step forwards, then another, until he towered over where you sat. “you don’t get to cheat. not with me here.”

your face burned, arousal and anger convoluting inside you. your thighs pressed together instinctively, pushing the toy deeper, and the movement sent a jolt of pleasure straight up your spine.

you bit your lip to stifle the moan.

“last chance.” his voice lowered. “show me the syringe. or the pills. whatever you’re using.”

“rafayel, please–”

he grabbed your wrist, the one clutching the robe, and yanked it away from your body.

“ah–”

for one second, he just stared.

you watched it happen in real time — the shift from accusation to confusion to raw acknowledgement. his gaze traveled down your exposed torso, past your heaving chest, to where your other hand still gripped the base of that obscene pink dildo, glossy with your juices, swallowed by your cunt.

“you’re...” he blinked, almost inexpressive. “not doping.”

“no, you asshole.” you hissed, palms spreading over your intimate parts. “i was trying to get off. in private. alone.”

“you left the door unlocked.” he said finally, as if explaining himself.

“that’s not an invitation.”

“i had to make sure everything is in order.”

“and it is, so just–”

“no.”

•••

“you’re dripping down the toilet seat.”

“s–shut up–”

“you started this.”

he reminded you as he wrapped his hand around his dick tighter, his fingers not quite closing all the way around. his raspy voice, so accusatory and taunting, as well as the sight of his hard cock, made something throb deep in your belly.

“’did not.”

his tip, flushed dark and glistening, peeked every now and then as it passed through his fist, catching your hungry eyes and acting as incentive for your own pleasure.

“liar.”

you couldn’t continue the banter, not with the way your hand was pushing the toy against your pulsing walls so deliciously. the dildo was swallowed deeper, letting the silicone balls behind, only to be pulled almost all the way out.

just to repeat the motion and feel the stretch again.

“that’s it.” his voice had gone rough, raw, and you weren’t sure if he was encouraging you or himself. “that’s fucking it.”

he started stroking his cock more attentively, matching the pace you set: slow at first, then faster, mirroring the way your hips began to rock against the dildo. his eyes never left you, watching every inch of that pink toy disappear inside you, watching your face twist with pleasure, watching your thighs quiver from pleasure.

fuck, he could do so much better than that fake dick.

“you look so pathetic.” he breathed out, and the insult landed straight onto your sensitive flesh. “legs spread open. toy stuffed in your cunt. and you can’t even finish yourself off, can you? needed an audience.”

“’don’t need any– ugh– thing from you.”

“no?” he sped up his hand, and you watched his cock disappear into his fist faster, heard the wet sounds fill the room alongside your own. “then why are you still fucking yourself? why haven’t you told me to leave?”

because you didn’t want him to.

because something about his scrutinizing eyes on you, about his voice degrading you, his hand pumping his cock in time with your thrusts — something about all of it really did it for you.

“you like this.” he said it like a revelation, like it wasn’t obvious from the start both of you enjoyed it. “you like me watching. you like me calling you out. you dirty fucking cheater.”

“i’m not ah– cheater.” you fight between whines, rotating the toy inside you, now making the base hit your swollen clit with every thrust.

“no.” he choked out, thumb joining his ministration to press down on the leaking tip. “you’re worse. you’re a desperate little slut who got caught masturbating by her asshole rival.”

the tip of the dildo hit something softer exactly as he voice out the truth, and a loud moan tore out of your throat before you could stop it. as if agreeing with rafayel.

“ngh– yeah.” his voice was dripping with smugness. “there’s the sound i love to hear. you being a slutty loser, losing to pleasure.”

“ah, ah, ah…”

“pleasure inflicted by me.”

by the way his rhythm stuttered, by the way his abs clenched with every stroke, veins popping more and more… he was close to release.

“look at me, look at me when you cum.”

“f–fuck off, i’m not–”

“yes, you are. your fucking thighs are shaking.”

he was right — you were close. your wrist ached from the angle, but you couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, you needed–

“cum, slut. come on, let me see you fall apart.”

as if on cue, your back arched off the toilet seat, and the orgasm crashed through you harsh. through your hazy state, you heard rafayel groan, heard the wet slap of his hand speeding up, heard his loud panting turn into something low.

“fucking hell.”

stripes of creamy cum painted his knuckles and dripped onto his pulled-down sweatpants; and you got to watch every second of it through half-lidded eyes. you observed his jaw go slack, observed the tension drain from his shoulders as he emptied himself in his own hand.

the bathroom fell silent, only echoing your breathing.

“i ah– came first, just like in our races.”

“that’s not how it works, and you kno–.”

“oh, so now you’re a masturbation expert?”

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

“omg yes, i can't wait to kiss u all over~”

“i'm home alone, wish u were here :(”

“the day we finally get to see each other irl, i swear i'll be locking u up forever, leb ♡♡♡”

those were the kind of texts caleb would wake up to, and he loved them.

he loved when you spammed emojis, when you sent little hearts, or when you took pictures while doing the most random things.

he had been patiently waiting for the day you two could finally meet, so that he could get those kisses and messy make-outs you've been promising through texts.

after some months, he bought a ticket to come see you, since you told him you were ready.

before he boarded the plane, you were on a call with him, laughing, giggling, saying just how excited you were and how you couldn't wait to see him.

however, when he arrived at the airport and looked for you, he didn't find you anywhere.

he thought maybe you hadn't arrived yet, because he knew you wouldn't just… ditch him or something.

plus, he was sure you weren't a catfish, given you'd facetimed before.

when he started looking around, he received a text.

“i can see you...”

naturally, his eyes travelled everywhere, and just when he thought you were far away, he found someone hidden behind a wall.

your eyes, your body, your hair…

it was you.

he grinned brighter than the sun itself, dragging his suitcase all the way to you, his eyes warm.

you couldn't do this.

you were shaking like a leaf, hands clutching the wall, eyes looking everywhere but at him.

he stopped in front of you, leaning in just enough to look at your face.

“woah… you're even more gorgeous in person, baby,” he whispered, his hand going up to cup your cheek.

you swallowed loudly, fighting to look up and meet his gaze.

when you did, though, the entire world seemed to stop.

caleb stood there, grinning like an excited puppy, with shiny eyes and a huge smile only a man crazy in love could have.

he waited patiently for your reaction; perhaps you were still in shock and would kiss him in a minute!

…but then two minutes went by, and you were just there, staring at him, your body hot, your hands trembling.

he tilted his head.

“baby?”

you opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

“…hi.”

it was barely a whisper.

his brows furrowed, confused.

“…you okay?” he asked softly.

you nodded quickly, eyes darting away.

he was… confused.

oh no, was he not what you expected?

did he smell?

he checked his breath and his armpits discreetly before focusing on you again.

you looked at him with those pretty eyes he had as his lockscreen, and his heart melted all over again.

you weren't really saying much, so it took him some seconds to realize you were actually just nervous.

his smile softened, and he gently crouched down, opening his suitcase right there in the middle of the airport to ease the tension.

“i, uh, i brought you some gifts… i remember you told me you wanted to try these,” he gently said, taking out some snacks you'd seen him eating before yet didn't have in your town.

you also spotted plushies, jewelry, and other things he saw you liking on social media, all of which he bought for this special occasion.

“...and i also brought some of my hoodies. you once said you wanted to wear th—”

a soft, painfully shy smooch echoed, and his ears turned red.

you had kissed his cheek, arms wrapped around his neck.

“angel…” he whispered, to which you quickly turned around, your face burning.

“we… will miss the train back home. let's go,” you urged awkwardly, and he obeyed without question, quickly putting everything back in place.

home.

he'd finally see your home.

you took his hand without meeting his gaze, internally screaming, kicking, doing laps and cartwheels, making out with him with messy tongue kisses, and getting the duct tape and ropes ready.

externally, though?

you were being adorably shy, tugging at his hand and facing away.

luckily for you, caleb was head over heels.

that little cheek kiss sent his heart wild, and he couldn't stop staring at you with lovesick eyes.

maybe you'd get crazy once you were back in the comfort of your house, without all the people watching.

but even if you didn't and remained just as painfully shy, he would still be the happiest man ever, all because he could finally hold you and keep all the promises he made in return.

because, in his case, he wasn't shy at all, and he wouldn't go easy on you now that he had you right in front of him.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

late-night calls that lasted more than seven hours, lots of pictures and silly selfies between you two, voice notes instead of texts…

you were the loudest couple ever, and you guys weren't even together in the same room.

he counted the days until he could see you, because he knew it would be a movie-worthy encounter, with loud smooches, tears, long hugs, and sweet nothings delivered in whispers.

he thought you'd cling to him like a monkey, given how much energy you had and how you'd facetime him while literally jumping or running around, unable to stay still.

he wanted to meet his little sunshine in person and get a taste of that frenetic love.~

you, on the other hand, couldn't stop texting him on the day he was supposed to come over by train.

you called, you sent voice messages, you sent lots of pictures of different places you wanted to take him to, you even sent the outfit you were wearing just to hear his praise and sweet words.

he arrived early, with two suitcases and an aura that had people wondering whether he was a celebrity or a model.

rafayel sat down on a small bench, texting you and patiently waiting while looking at his surroundings.

meanwhile, you were hidden behind a large column, stalking him like a creep, trying to calm down your racing heart and trembling legs.

he looked amazing in real life.

since you weren't answering, he decided to call you, and your ringtone happened to be so, so loud that your hiding place wasn't a secret anymore.

“cutie?” he called out, making you freeze in place.

he stood up, his large suitcases rolling behind him as he stepped closer and closer, until his frame cast a shadow over your hidden figure.

he immediately recognized you and the outfit you were wearing, his smile widening.

“look at you…” he mumbled, his hands reaching out to gently touch your hair, his fresh scent filling your senses.

you were trembling like a chihuahua, looking down at your feet with wide eyes.

what were you supposed to do?

suddenly, his arms were around you in a tight hug, his nose nuzzling your head, his lips finding your forehead.

“my pretty pearl, you're finally in my arms,” he whispered, expecting you to hug him back and make a fuss, because… hello? he was literally there.

but you didn't move, your body rooted to the floor.

“don't tell me i'm dreaming,” he smiled, pulling back.

but just then, he noticed your still frame, your unmoving face… and his expression dropped. he frowned gently, hands on your shoulders.

“cutie…? i'm sorry, aren't you… aren't you happy to see me?”

how could you tell him you wanted to suck the soul out of his body through a long kiss, but your dumb brain wouldn't allow you to?

“sorry, perhaps i… perhaps i was too forward,” he stepped back, awkwardly fixing his coat.

his brows were slightly furrowed; this wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for.

your silence was making him nervous.

“should we… go to your place? or…” his voice was small, unsure, and he didn't sound like the confident man you'd spent hours on calls with.

but you couldn't take it anymore, so with all the strength you had inside you, you pulled him back towards you, crushing him in your arms.

your entire form was trembling; your lips never once parted to speak, yet there you were, hugging your boyfriend with all the strength you had.

his breath hitched.

“oh… oh, my dear,” his arms wrapped around you, his nose buried in your hair. “there you are, you were scaring me.”

you met his gaze, and when he touched your cheek, he felt the burning skin against his fingertips.

so you were just… shy.

“aren't you just precious, hm?” he kissed the tip of your nose, staring into your eyes lovingly. it was the face he had been dreaming of for months; the very same face he vowed to paint once he saw it in real life.

“raffy, i'm sorry,” you whispered, your voice low and muffled.

he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours.

“no biggie, cutie. as long as you didn't want to ditch me or something as soon as you saw me…”

you shook your head profusely, furrowing your brows.

“good, good,” he grabbed his suitcases again, cocking his head to the side. “you know, i was planning on kissing you, but i guess i'll have to do that when you're ready.”

your eyes went wide, darting elsewhere.

“rafayel…”

“you better be prepared, my dear. i don't think i'll be able to control myself while i'm this close to you. now, shall we go home, cutie?”

and that look in his gorgeous pink-cerulean eyes showed that his warning was very, very serious.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

you told sylus to meet you at a cafe when he arrived in your town.

he said he would gladly pick you up, but you didn't want him to; you wanted the first encounter to be special and memorable.

so, he, being the good, obedient giant he was, waited patiently, already thinking of all the things he would order for you.

he could almost hear your bubbly voice and see your kissy face getting closer to his; the thought alone made him smile faintly.

after twenty minutes, you arrived.

his crimson eyes shot up the moment the little bell chimed, and you stayed there, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.

he was…

oh god, he was huge, handsome, and even better than in the thousands of pictures you'd seen of him.

sylus' eyes softened almost immediately. he stood up and approached with slow steps, his gaze traveling up and down your figure with barely concealed amazement.

“hello there, sweetheart,” he quietly said, leaning down slightly to look into your eyes.

you were gorgeous, just as he knew you'd be.

however, you were being… way too quiet.

he expected a squeal, a scream, or for you to run into his arms.

but you were just there, staring at him like a little hamster looking at a lion.

although it was unexpected, he understood this could be very overwhelming, so he stood back, letting you explore at your own pace and react whenever you wanted to.

…which you didn't.

you were quiet as a mouse.

one would think you owed him money and he was intimidating you into complying.

now, while sylus was a very chill man, he was starting to feel worried.

what if you were genuinely scared of him, and he wasn't what you had expected?

because, from what he knew, you weren't one to get so nervous. in fact, you were the one carrying the conversations and spamming him day and night with videos and funny stuff.

he retreated quietly, though he remained patient, calm, observant.

you shifted your weight before studying him up and down.

god, you wanted him so badly.

“take your time, darling,” he said, his low voice making your heart thump.

inevitably, as another customer walked in, you were forced to move away from the door and step towards sylus, your breath hitching.

he smelled amazing; so mature, so… good.

you wanted to bury your face in his strong chest and inhale until your lungs gave out.

sylus noticed your quickened breathing and slightly widened eyes, and he chuckled softly.

“i'm not going to bite,” he assured you before holding a hand out, palm up.

would it be too weird to think he was able to smell your nerves?

because you were sure he could.

despite your hesitation, you took his hand after some seconds, his touch immediately warm. he gently pulled you closer, his lips meeting your knuckles tenderly.

“you have no idea how delightful it is to finally be in front of you, sweetie.”

your knees buckled right there, and you just couldn't help yourself anymore.

you shakily leaned in and hugged him, hiding your face against his chest.

his arms immediately surrounded you, the tension in his shoulders disappearing.

you unconsciously sniffed his tight turtleneck sweater, sighing softly at the scent.

“not so shy now, are we?” he mumbled, lifting your chin so that you would look into his eyes.

your cheeks burned up, even more so when he gently caressed the apple of your cheek.

you were so different from how you were over text, and you were aware of it.

you thought he would judge you, or even worse, think you were lying or putting on a personality that didn't belong to you.

after all, you did say through voice messages that you'd devour his handsome face day and night.

and your demeanor right now did not match those desires at all.

however, his eyes showed nothing but understanding and a hint of amusement.

cocky.

"shall we sit down?” he asked, already pulling the chair for you. naturally, you sat down, albeit still nervous.

while he reviewed the menu all over again, you called him out.

“sylus?”

his name on your lips made his heart flutter.

“yes, sweetheart?”

“i'm sorry if… this wasn't the reunion you had in mind,” you whispered, looking down at the table and then back at him.

he reached for your hand, his warm fingers caressing your palm.

“don't be. you're everything i imagined, and more. you're absolutely charming, darling,” he assured you, his tone genuine. “and i know you'll warm up to me soon.”

the way he looked at you, like a man determined to make you fulfill all of those promises you made via text…

it sent a shiver down your spine.

you'd made a lot of them, so you had to prepare yourself to give this man what was rightfully his, at your own pace, of course.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

xavier knew everything about you, since you overshared eeeeeverything.

you would facetime him while being in the bathroom, or even describe how your tummy rumbled after a heavy meal.

you had no shame, and somehow, xavi was charmed by that.

he wasn't a good texter, because he was far too lazy to reply sometimes, but during calls, he'd listen to you and enjoy how interesting your days were.

you were the bright, shining sun to his serene moon.

after some months of talking, once you felt comfortable enough for him to come see you, he bought his plane ticket and went after you.

the flight was long, and he was a bit tired, even after napping for hours straight. he also came out of the plane with messy hair, a long sweater, hazy eyes, and a baby blue bag over his shoulder.

as he looked for you, though, his demeanor changed.

his heart beat faster, his eyes glimmered with excitement, his fingers faintly clutching the bag straps.

after ten minutes or so, he took his phone out and called you, trying to see if you were perhaps at a different entrance.

however, he soon turned around when a finger touched his shoulder, and there it was.

your pretty face.

he looked at you for a few seconds, taking in every feature. without a second thought, he hugged you tight, as if wanting to become one with you right there.

you could only hug him back, hiding against his chest, inhaling the soft scent of his detergent.

when he pulled back, his hands gently took yours, azure eyes studying you further.

you were truly breathtaking.

perhaps he was too tired or too excited to notice, but you weren't as… explosive as he expected.

you were silently studying him too, your own heart rate becoming faster than ever before.

it felt as if both of you were inside a tiny, intimate bubble, neither of you wanting to speak so as not to pop it.

but eventually, someone had to address the situation, and xavier was the first one to talk.

“i'm here,” he stated, his voice softer and clearer now that he was in front of you.

you shyly smiled, nodding quietly.

he was.

“you're beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers finding yours.

your cheeks burned up, and you looked down at your feet, shifting nervously.

he leaned even closer, looking for your face with curiosity, blinking softly.

“you're shy,” he noted simply, although there was a hint of confusion in his voice. “is it because of me?”

oh god, he was as blunt as he was on the phone.

you shook your head lightly; it wasn't because of him. it was always like this with anyone, but you weren't sure how to express that, so you stayed silent.

xavier noticed your nervousness and smiled faintly, squeezing your hand.

“okay,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “that's fine by me.”

you looked up at him, blinking in surprise at the gesture.

it had only been a couple of minutes, yet he was already accepting it.

he stepped back and adjusted his bag, looking around with curiosity.

you took your chance to really take him in; his height, his face, his perfect side profile, his light eyelashes, the delicate curves of his cheeks, his hands, his shoulders…

you were so immersed that you didn't notice his bright eyes back on you, staring with the same quiet intensity.

you jumped slightly, gasping.

he only tilted his head, almost too innocently, before smiling.

“do you like what you see?” his tone was still gentle and easy on the ears, but you could sense something; something wolfish behind that gentle bunny façade.

he was enjoying your attention.

“...yes,” you finally managed, averting your gaze.

he patted your head with his cold palm.

“that's good,” he nodded once. “i like what i'm seeing as well.”

you looked back up, blinking.

…his cheeks were faintly pink; he was embarrassed too.

the realization made your heart flutter, and you smiled faintly, suddenly feeling less exposed.

you were awfully sweet; nothing like the little menace who promised to kiss him breathless and handcuff themselves to him, something he still had in mind as a very interesting idea.

the bubble burst when more people came out of the gate, also arriving from their flights.

right; you two had to go to your house.

he offered his hand, which you gently took after a few seconds.

he didn't seem to mind your demeanor. in fact, he almost mirrored it.

however, that wolfish look returned to his face as he contemplated something.

he could help you go through every one of the bold claims you had made… after all, who better than him, your lovely and understanding boyfriend, to help you go as wild as you were in messages once you were behind closed doors?~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

how did he even get himself involved in a long-distance relationship?

he didn't know.

but he was so happy to receive silly little morning texts, to relax after a long day by listening to your rambling, and to always have cute stickers cheering him up before going to work.

although he couldn't always keep up with your bubbly, cheerful energy, he always tried to make some time to reply and let you know he loved you dearly.

after months and months of hard work, he finally asked for some weeks off, carefully organizing everything so that the hospital wouldn't miss him too much.

of course, he would spend those weeks next to you, so he informed you he was going to see you for the first time ever, giving you time to prepare or decline if you weren't ready.

but, as expected, you were thrilled, screaming over facetime, jumping, bouncing, and giggling out of sheer happiness.

the journey was a little bit long, but after hours on a plane, and then some more inside a train, he arrived.

naturally, zayne braced himself for impact. he was certain you would jump all over him, and maybe even sneakily attack him from behind, so his senses were sharper than ever.

the minutes went by slowly, and slowly…

he checked his wristwatch, then looked around with that unbreakable posture.

but he was growing restless.

after fifteen minutes, he started to worry.

he knew deep down you wouldn't be late and that you wouldn't ghost him, so he walked around, searching for you.

eventually, he found you, clutching your phone to your chest, sitting behind some benches.

your body language made it clear you were awfully nervous, nothing like the bundle of joy he thought would greet him.

but that didn't matter; he didn't care about expectations. he only came to see you, to hold you, and to finally be able to kiss you like he had wished to for months.

he put his bag down, kneeling next to you.

“my flower,” he gently called out, making you jump and look up almost immediately.

you gasped, eyes wide.

he was right in front of you, so handsome, so real, so… so yours.

and your stubborn body refused to move, to react, or to even mutter a simple “hi” at the very least.

he was smart, obviously. he knew right away you were nervous and anxious about this meeting, and while his heart hammered against his chest, he needed to comfort you.

“may… may i hug you?” he whispered, his slender fingers hovering over your waist.

you managed a soft nod, not expecting him to be so forward, nor so accepting of this behavior of yours.

he immediately pulled you into his arms, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel his heartbeat.

he kissed your temple, inhaling your scent, trembling ever so slightly.

you melted against his embrace, shaking just as much as he was. your arms flew to his neck, all while he pulled you closer.

impossibly closer.

you both spent minutes like that, simply enjoying each other's warmth, not having to utter a word to show how special this moment was.

he was the first to pull back, and his palms, surprisingly warm, brushed some strands of hair away from your face.

he took his glasses off, looking as if he was about to cry. his hazel eyes were clouded with adoration, and his jaw was slightly clenched.

he needed this; to be so close to you.

you, on the other hand, felt both mortified and worried.

he told you multiple times he couldn't wait to witness your energy bursts in person, and that he would wear more layers to shield himself in case you tackled him to the ground.

instead, he would now find out how different you were in person; how you weren't as lively, as expressive, as loud, as… as outgoing.

would he be disappointed? would he feel scammed, somehow?

however, those nasty little questions in your head died down the moment he pulled your hand to his cheek, nuzzling against your palm.

he didn't seem to care, and that's because he didn't.

“i am happy,” he nodded quietly, his voice deep and soft. “truly happy.”

your face softened.

he truly was, it was written all over his face, even when you thought it wouldn't be.

unable to help yourself anymore, you leaned in to hug him again, which he immediately allowed.

his hands rubbed circles against your back, and when you finally spoke, his breath hitched.

“i'm happy too, zayne.”

he faintly smiled, nuzzling the top of your head.

this was okay; you being you was okay. no matter how stark the contrast was between your online persona and how you acted over text, you were still you.

and he was in love with you, and everything that came with it.~

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You were trapped between him and the kitchen counter.

Caleb had been acting weird ever since you both left the formal party the Fleet held to congratulate his recent achievement. You wondered if something had happened, maybe the higher-ups said something that aggravated him again. They have never seen eye-to-eye when it comes to handling the Fleet after all.

He was looking into your eyes with such intensity, and that combined with the prolonged silence started to make you feel uneasy. You recognized this Caleb. He was still wearing his Farspace Fleet Colonel mask on.

🍏 “…Caleb? Did something happen?”

🍎 “….”

🍏 “You haven’t said anything since we left the party,” you touched his arm, softly rubbing it trying to make him feel less tense, “you know you can tell me when something—“

🍎 “I saw you talking to that young lieutenant.”

You could smell the strong hint of alcohol in his breath, what with his face only inches away from you. Didn’t he only take one glass of champagne? You were pretty sure you only saw him take one, after all you never took your eyes off him the entire— oh.

🍎 “What were you talking about? You seemed to have such a good time with him. I could hear your laughter even from where I was standing,” he said almost in a whisper. It wasn’t a question out of curiosity. He was interrogating you.

🍏 “Uhh… We were just talking about how tough the first few days are for a rookie Fleet Officer. You know, since I also experienced it when I came to Skyhaven before we met again? Haha…” you blabbered under his incriminating gaze, which you realized only makes you appear even more guilty. Why would an innocent person be this anxious? You could’ve just said—

🍎 “And you went to such great length, looking for something in common just to be able to talk to him because…?” he asked dangerously close next to your ear. There was no more space between your bodies, no more way for you to escape.

Your heart was practically jumping out of your chest at this point, this reminds you too much of the interrogation room back then. You felt ridiculous for still feeling scared of this Caleb, but felt even more ridiculous noticing there was also a small tinge of excitement inside of you.

🍏 “Umm… Because I just didn’t wanna feel awkward standing alone…?”

That should’ve been a good enough answer since it implies anyone was fine as long as you had someone to talk to, that the male lieutenant was totally irrelevant.

But that answer didn’t seem to satisfy Caleb.

He grabbed both sides of your face roughly and started kissing you in such desperation, no, ANGER, which caught you off guard. You had just indirectly told him the man was totally random and he was still upset??

But then you remembered something even more important than what was happening.

It was past 3 AM right now and Caleb had a special morning assembly tomorrow that would be attended by important people the Farspace Fleet had been trying to get to work with for months.

He had to wake up early and deliver a speech tomorrow. This past week you had been staying at his place, you had seen him memorize his long speech during breakfast, before bedtime, basically every little time he could find in the midst of his hectic days. He barely even had time to spend with you. You figured this must be really important for him and so you had been waiting patiently until that cursed speech day would finally be over and done with.

Your mind was pulled back into present time as you realized something growingly hard was pressing your lower stomach.

No, we can’t do this today… Not when victory is so close for both of you, you are NOT about to let his drunken self do something impulsive and blow off everything you both had been working so hard on.

Caleb was still going back and forth between sucking and licking your lips when you tried to push his chests, but he wouldn’t budge.

🍏 “Mmhh…. Hahhh…. Caleb—“ You called to him as you turned your head to the side.

But he wasn’t listening. He chased your lips and started suckling on it.

🍏 “Ugh— Mmmhh….” you turned your face to the other side once again, “—Caleb! Listen to me!”

Come to think of it… He had never really listened to you, didn’t he?

At least not when you’re pleading like this. In this exact kind of situation, doing this exact kind of thing.

He clicked his tongue, visibly irritated, then grabbed your head this time. One hand firmly gripping behind your head while the other was holding your face, cheek to chin, in place so tightly the leather was digging into your skin.

You were also starting to get irritated. And aroused, but the annoyance you felt was still bigger. How dare he try to seduce you when clearly you were the only one capable of making sound decisions at this moment!

So you decided to use your best skill that Caleb himself had acknowledged to be “unbeatable.” You bite his lips hard enough to give him electrocuting pain. You made a promise in your heart to give it hundreds of kisses later, but for now he just had to deal with it. It was for his own good.

🍎 “OUCH!”

Caleb pulled his face away in surprise, one of his hands instinctively reached for his lips while the other was gripping the edge of the counter. You took that chance to move aside and run towards your bedroom door.

🍎 “?! Where are you going??”

He was still standing there, looking annoyed and confused, when you finally got behind your door and locked it from the inside.

🍏 “Go to bed!! You have that speech tomorrow, remember?!”

🍎 “Come out of your room right this instant, Pips. I’m not finished with you.”

You could hear the heavy thuds of his footsteps as he was getting closer. You prayed his drunken brain wouldn’t remember he had the master key to all the rooms in this house.

🍏 “Caleb, you’re drunk! Your mind isn’t thinking straight!”

🍎 “Drunk and I can still talk just fine. Open the door!”

You were frantically trying to keep the door knob from turning. Even if you had locked it and everything, you knew it was useless because he could take that door off its hinges if he was feeling crazy enough to do it.

🍏 “Sleep! We can continue tomorrow, I’ll let you do whatever you want later if you could just let tonight pass peacefully!”

🍎 “How can I sleep peacefully when I’m still feeling like this?? Come out Pips, please… I just want to ask a few questions.”

🍏 “Talk then, I’m listening!”

🍎 “I need to see your face when we’re talking!”

🍏 “NO!! I’m scared of you right now!!”

The door knob stopped moving. Caleb didn’t say anything.

You wondered if he had finally given up and went back to his room. You waited and waited, until a few minutes had passed.

🍏 “….Caleb?”

There was no answer.

🍏 “….Caleb, are you still—“

🍎 “Alright. I’ll go to sleep now.”

🍏 “….Really?”

🍎 “Tomorrow. Let’s talk again tomorrow.”

🍏 “….Okay. Good night, I’ll wake you up in the morning.”

There was no response. He must have gone to his room, you thought.

Then you heard the sound of the opposite door closing.

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He didn’t return your good night. That was unusual.

He must had been really upset… or maybe even angry.

Was he still angry because he was jealous you talked to that officer?

Or… was he angry because you said you were scared of him?

Maybe it reminded him of the time when you were avoiding him for months because you weren’t used to his Colonel side yet. Especially since he was still wearing his uniform earlier.

Did you accidentally hurt him by saying that? But you said that because he was behaving impulsively and you were afraid he would also make you lose control and therefore ruin tomorrow for him.

It had been an hour since you both last exchanged words and you were feeling more and more guilty as time passed.

🍏 “….I should go check on him. Maybe change him out of his uniform too… Couldn’t possibly be comfortable sleeping in that.”

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You opened the door to his room softly. There he was, lying on his stomach and as expected, still wearing his uniform. You walked to his side and crouched down, making sure to be as silent as possible.

As you watched his beautiful lashes touching his cheeks and listened to his even breaths, you noticed his expression seemed much more relaxed than earlier.

🍏 “Dummy Caleb… You made me say hurtful things because you just wouldn’t listen,” you said in an almost-inaudible whisper while gently stroking the stubbled skin on his cheek with your fingertips.

🍏 “I’m sorry I said I was scared of you. I didn’t mean it the way you might’ve thought…”

Your fingers slowly slide over to his slightly parted lips. You could see the bite mark you left on his lower lip and chin and stroked there too, hoping it might help lessen the pain.

🍏 “I know how important tomorrow is for you and how hard you have been preparing for it. I’m not going to let anything ruin it, even if it’s your own doing.”

Then something caught your fingers, hard. Something leather-y and big.

🍎 “Are you sorry too for looking at another man when I wasn’t there?”

🍏 “??! Caleb, you’re awake??”

He pulled your hand forward until you fell on top of him. Then he turned your bodies over so now not only was he on top of you, he was also caging both of your sides with his clenched arms once again. Except this time there was absolutely no more chance to get away with his hand gripping your fingers so tightly.

Maybe… If you pretend to fall asleep…

🍎 “Answer me. Do you regret talking to him now that you know how much I dislike it? Don’t you think you should’ve just waited patiently for your big brother to come back to your side?”

🍏 “But you were taking so long—!”

Wrong answer. And now he was back to pressing his tongue down into your mouth with a renewed flare of anger. This time he made sure you wouldn’t be able to do any of your previous tricks again.

🍏 “Hahh— Are you seriously using your evol to hold my teeth in place right now??!”

🍎 “No more biting, I have an important speech tomorrow.”

🍏 “SO YOU DO REME—MMPPHHH!!”

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None of you got any sleep in the end, but everything still turned out to be alright.

Because Caleb is Caleb, and there has never been a time where he failed to do something he has put his mind into.

Not even when he was hungover and sleep deprived.