✧˖°🌷📎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⎯⎯୧ "you do not find the happy life. you make it.”

you can call me by jean! ₊˚ෆ

age & pronouns: 19, she/her 

lads writer, i LOVE putting caleb in scenarios!

masterlist:

caleb:

visual links pt1

gym date with caleb (fluff)

"you're not leaving" (smut)

cyborg! caleb (fluff)

"mine" (smut)

caleb as your husband

model! reader x pervy! caleb

held close (smut)

late night confessions (smut)

synopsis: my MINI version of the new caleb card tehe

mentions: MDNI 18+!!, not proofread and short i think, boob play, bite marks, teasing, FINGERING, cumming on hand, nothing that extreme

author's note: IM SO RUSTY BUT HI EVERYONE!!! I missed you all! i dont want to get into the whole story but basically life happened but i DID NOT forget about y'all and this acc. i wanted to post something so this is not my best work, def will come back to this one to tweak it up but I hope you enjoy reading!

the morning finds him in your kitchen like he’s always belonged there.

caleb stands at the stove in nothing but jeans and an apron, his bare skin warm in the soft light. the apron is tied low at his waist, doing very little to distract from the faint love marks scattered along his neck and collarbone. subtle bruises, almost fading, already telling on both of you. it was sight you could admire, last night was an unforgettable one.

he flips something in the pan, calm and unbothered as you step closer. very quiet but curious.

your fingers find his back first, then slide around to his side, brushing skin beneath the apron. he exhales; slow, controlled but his shoulders tense just enough to give him away.

“so,” he says mildly, his morning voice cracks. “this is how you say good morning now?” he chuckled. you don’t answer. instead, You trace one of the marks along his collarbone. it releases a reaction out of him.

his jaw tightens, head tilting instinctively as if offering you better access. “you’re obsessed,” he murmurs. “checking your work, i see.” he smirks.

“should I not?” you tease.

his free hand comes to rest at your waist, grounding, possessive without pressure. “You know those still feel… sensitive.”

you rise to your tippy toes to kiss one.

he laughs quietly under his breath, the sound low and warm. “You’re going to make this difficult.”

you kiss another, slowly.

“kitchen,” he warns softly, even as his grip tightens. “terrible place to lose focus.”

your fingers slip behind him, finding the tie of the apron. he stills—not stopping you. watching instead as you loosen the knot inch by inch.

“careful,” he murmurs, leaning in close, lips brushing your temple. “once that’s off, i'm not pretending I’m responsible anymore.”

the apron suddenly slips free.

you don’t step back and neither does he but you instantly melt at the sight of his body.

he bends, kisses trailing along your neck now, unhurried, deliberate, like he’s memorizing the way you react. each kiss is softer than the last, meant to tease rather than finish anything. it made you go on fire, wanting more.

“see?” he whispers against your skin. “you didn’t even let me serve breakfast.” his hand goes behind him to turn off the stove. your hands rest on his chest, thumbs brushing the marks again. he hums quietly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“fine, i'll let you win this time” he murmurs, voice low. before you can respond, he lifts you easily, setting you on the kitchen counter. the motion is smooth, practiced, like he’s done this a hundred times or has wanted to. he steps in close again, fitting himself between your knees, hands resting there like they belong.

he kisses your neck so tenderly it makes your breath hitch, lips warm and unhurried, like he’s savoring every second of it. his mouth lingers just below your jaw, then lower, pressing soft kisses that make your shoulders relax into him.

“caleb…” you murmur, voice already softer than you mean it to be.

“easy,” he murmurs back, voice low against your skin, like he’s trying to slow himself down and failing. "saying my name won't exactly make me stop."

"and you say i'm dangerous" you chuckle, breathless.

"only with you" he replies, smirking.

his hands slide from your hips to your waist, thumbs brushing there first, testing, before his fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes. not rushing but just enough to let you know what he’s thinking.

he presses another kiss to your neck, deeper this time, before his lips trail back up, brushing your cheek, your jaw. his forehead rests briefly against yours, breath warm, steady.

“you okay?” he asks softly.

you nod, fingers curling into his shoulders. “more than okay.”

then his hands move again, this time more certain. he guides you closer, closer still, until there’s no space left to pretend this is innocent. the fabric between you feels suddenly unnecessary.

“lift your arms,” he murmurs.

you hesitate only long enough to look at him. “you’re being unfairly convincing,” you say quietly...and then you do.

it’s not a command. it doesn’t need to be.

he helps you out of your shirt slowly, deliberately, like it matters..like you matter. his hands never leave your skin for long, replacing fabric with touch, grounding and warm. when your bra slips away, he exhales softly, like he’s been holding that breath since morning.

“…yeah,” he murmurs, barely audible. “that’s better.”

you smile, resting your forehead against his. “you look like you forgot what you were doing.”

“completely,” he admits and you smile.

his kisses return immediately, slower now, trailing along your collarbone, your shoulder, his thumbs brushing patterns into your skin like he’s memorizing you all over again. you feel him smile against your chest once he reaches your breasts.

he plants tender kisses before sucking on your buds. you notice that he never fails at trying to give them both attention. the roughness of his slurps made you push your head back, calling out for air. he keeps you in place, his grip holding you down. the sun had never felt so warm and welcoming till now.

"you're doing so good for me" he murmurs, breathless at one point. "i don't think i'm ever moving you anytime soon."

your fingers dig into his shoulders, giving him more scratch marks than the ones from last night. "i don't wanna move" you gasp quietly, your heartbeat moving faster with each second.

with that confirmation, caleb moved away from your swollen nipples with a 'plop' and moved his hand further down. by now, the only clothing stopping you was your panties and his jeans and in one swift motion, your panties slipped off while you were entranced with his kisses.

without his touch, your cunt was already a sloppy mess; making it easy for caleb to roll circles on your clit. you moan into his mouth as after awhile, his fingers were already caressing his favorite spot.

you break the kiss in a gasp. “caleb—” you could possibly see stars as the sensation washed over you. you could not help but grind your hips towards him making him drown more and more in you.

"just like that," he exhales softly, forehead resting against yours. “god… you’re such a good girl,” he whimpered.

your moans muffled through the kitchen, you were losing control in your balance and your pleasure but you were slowly reaching your peak. caleb continued to push two fingers deep inside you, curling just right until you finally announced

"oh my god.. im gonna cum" you yelped. and you did. hard. you gripped his shoulders as you cried out in pleasure, thighs clamping around his hand while he held you through it, kissing your throat like like he’d die if he stopped. he gladly took in your nectar that was released into his hands.

you tremble against him, breath ragged, heart pounding, and he holds you close, hands steadying you like nothing else exists in the world but the two of you. his chest rises and falls against yours, each heartbeat a reminder that this closeness and heat is yours and his alone.

“you okay?” he murmurs, voice low and thick with warmth, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you catch your breath.

you nod, letting yourself melt into him, fingers curling into the back of his neck, feeling the strength and warmth of him steadying you. “i… yeah,” you whisper, voice still breathless.

he leans in, lips brushing your temple softly, his hands moving to cup your waist, drawing you impossibly closer. “you were… perfect,” he murmurs, as if simply holding you this way is the most precious thing in the world. he bends down to grab your, well his shirt and brushes it over you shoulders. he also sneakily helps you with your panties.

finally, he tilts his head, a playful glint in his eye. “you think we skipped breakfast,” he murmurs, voice husky, “but wait until dinner.” followed by a soft smack on your ass.

you yelp on his sudden action and do your cute pout face he adores and tug on his ear. he chuckles, pressing another gentle kiss to the top of your head before suddenly picking you up over his shoulder.

IM ALREADY THINKING OF COWBOY CALEB AND PIRATE CALEB OOO caleb is never getting out of my sight

AHHH OMG YESS 😭🩷 literally it’s one of my favorite pet names of all time!!!

synopsis: a au with knight! caleb and princess! reader!! a carriage ride to the palace with your devoted and stern knight caleb, but the ride changes when he smells another man on you.

mentions: MDNI 18+!!, not proofread and short plot, p in v (wear protection folks), subby caleb, caleb gets a lil possesive in the beginning, finger tongue combo heheh, bite marks, cumming inside

a/n: IM BACKKKK hopefully LMAO, tysm everyone for being patient!! i seriously hope i haven't lost my touch. i also wanted to make something real quick so i can get ready for what's to come on caleb bday banner! ALSO HAPPY JUNELEB!! omg i can't wait for his bday ^-^

you sat across from caleb, your devoted knight. his helmet was off and by his side and he avoided your gaze, looking at the window. he stared at the endless amount of trees the carriage passed by. your ballgown pooling like shadows around your ankles, the velvet mask still hugging your face. your lips were stained a deep rose, skin warm from the adrenaline of dancing.

and caleb was staring at the opposite wall like it had personally offended him.

“you’re quiet,” you finally say, dragging your fingertip along the seat’s edge. “not even going to ask if i enjoyed the ball?”

“i saw how much you enjoyed it,” he muttered, voice clipped. his leg kept the tapping the soft velvet floor, having the metal of his armor almost filling the awkward conversation.

you leaned forward, letting your bodice shift just slightly lower as you crossed your legs. “did you now?”

his jaw tightened, you could practically see the moment he snapped.

“you let him touch you.” his eyes flicked to you finally, burning storm-dark. “that noble boy. the one in the silver mask.”

you tilted your head, a smirk ghosting on your lips. “jealous, caleb?”

he leaned forward, "i remember that was the idiot that i had to stoop in because he couldn't take a hint.", voice low and trembling with restraint. “and you reek of him. his perfume’s still on your skin.”

“i just danced with him. that’s all.”

“but he wanted more.” his fists clenched on his thighs, his fingertips turning pink. “you should’ve seen the way he looked at you. like he could just take you, right then and there.”

“but he didn’t.” you snapped back, taking off your mask and shoving it to your side. "i.. belong to you" you finally admitted out loud.

caleb didn’t speak. didn’t move. he just looked at you, like the words cracked something wide open in him. his facade of being a serious knight right now had completely shattered at this point. he was now just a boy that was so in love with his princess.

letting out a deep sigh, he got on his knees and crawled a bit to get to your side. he crossed the narrow space between you in two strides, hands resting on your knees like they were sacred things.

“you shouldn’t say that,” he said hoarsely. “not when you look like this. not when you smell like someone else’s hands.”

you slid forward slightly, spreading your knees just enough that your gown shifted. “why not?” you whispered. “it’s true.”

caleb’s breath hitched. his hands slid up your thighs reverently, pushing velvet and lace aside as he leaned in, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

“...and i’m not worthy to touch you,” he murmured as he lifted your leg, bowing his head to kiss the skin just above your ankle. his lips dragged upward, slow and soft, trying to breathe you in, desperate for your scent.

“tell me to stop,” he whispered. “gods, please—tell me to stop. before i give in and ruin the oath i made to protect you… not desire you.” his fingers trembled as he lifted your skirts.

the carriage creaked around you. every sound, every sway pulling you closer, closer until the space between you was electric.

"oh caleb.." you muttered as you pulled your skirt higher and higher till your lacey panties was in sight.

“let me worship you tonight,” he murmured between kisses, voice rough with need. “my princess, my everything.” he glides your panties down and leaves it to side of him.

hoisting your legs on his shoulders, you gasped when his tongue found you. it was so eager, desperate, unrelenting. he moaned against your pussy like he was the one being touched, like your taste was undoing him.

your hand tangled in his hair, pulling, guiding. “caleb—” you could possibly see stars as the new sensation washed over you. caleb was practically eating you up. you could not help but grind your hips towards him making him drown more and more in you. he was praying so much that the ride was not stopping anytime soon.

he didn’t stop. if anything, your voice made him needier. he sucked and licked like he was starved. after minutes of savoring your taste, you could feel his fingers stroking you open, tongue circling your clit until you were shaking.

“you’re mine,” he groaned against you. “say it again. please, i need—”

“...i belong... to ..you,” you panted, thighs trembling as you ground against his face.

caleb whimpered and pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling just right, while his tongue flicked faster, sloppier, ravenous.

the carriage rocked with each bump in the road, your moans muffled by the velvet walls, by your hand over your mouth. but caleb didn’t stop. wouldn’t stop. did not want stop.

“come on my tongue,” he begged, voice hoarse. “let me feel you fall apart for me...please, i’ve wanted this—”

you did. hard. you gripped his mullet as you cried out as your back arched, thighs clamping around his head while he held you through it, kissing your cunt like it was holy, like he’d die if he stopped. he gladly took in your nectar.

when you finally came down, dazed and still twitching, caleb rested his head against your thigh, panting. his mouth glistened of you, and he looked ruined. his kisses on your inner thighs gave your chills.

and still, he whispered, “please. please let me have more.” you could already feel the tension of him growing in his trousers, the ridges of his armor still pressing cold against your legs as he knelt there, ruined, desperate.

“please,” caleb whispered, mouth still brushing your thigh. “let me have more. i need to be inside you...” he sang, giving you an adoring look with those purple eyes you could never resist.

you cupped his face, guiding him up. his lips were swollen, his breath ragged. his hands trembled as you took one and pressed it between your thighs, back to the mess he’d made of you.

“then take me,” you said softly, climbing into his lap, straddling him across the swaying carriage seat. your gown fell in thick folds around you both, and caleb gasped when your hips settled against him.

“i shouldn’t,” he whispered, eyes wide as you reached down to unfasten the front of his trousers. “i still have armor—if i hurt you, i don't think i could-”

you silenced him with a kiss, slow and deep. “you won’t.” another kiss. “you’d never.”

he groaned when your fingers freed his roaring erection and softly wrapped around him, hard and hot. you stroked him slowly as the candlelight flickered above, his head falling back against the carriage wall with a helpless moan. you both didn't have enough time, the pathway was starting to look familiar.

then you rose to your knees and lined yourself up, your free hand braced on the cold metal of his breastplate. you could feel how hard he was, how he trembled.

“tell me to stop,” you whispered against his mouth. “or let me keep going.”

“don’t stop,” caleb gasped. “please, don’t stop...”

with his confirmation, you sank down on him, inch by inch, your breath catching as he filled you. your yelp was short as you lushly covered your mouth. caleb cried out like he was the one being pierced, his hands gripping your waist, armor clinking as he tried but failed to hold back.

you began to move slowly, rolling your hips, taking your time to get adjusted to his big length. caleb clutched you like you were the only thing anchoring him to this world.

“my princess,” he whispered, voice shattered. “you feel....goodness, you feel like heaven. so right for me.”

the heat between you was molten, unbearable. caleb’s breath hitched as you eased down on him, inch by inch, your walls clenching around the thick length of him. His hands were still gloved in leather, calloused from battle that gripped your hips like you might disappear if he didn’t anchor himself to you.

he threw his head back with a ragged groan, the sound punched out of him as you swallowed him whole.

"gods above-" he rasped. "you feel… you feel like everything i've ever wanted."

your palms rested on the cold steel of his chestplate, grounding yourself as you rolled your hips slowly, finding your rhythm. the contrast between the chill of his armor and the feverish heat of your skin sent shivers up your spine. the carriage swayed around you, every bump in the road jostling you deeper onto his cock, making you both bite back the noises threatening to pour out.

his brow furrowed, lips parted as he tried to hold himself still but his hips kept twitching up, helpless to the way your body pulled him in.

"you’re so deep," you whimpered softly, leaning forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck, your breasts pressing against the edge of his armor. "so big."

caleb’s breath stuttered. "and you’re perfect," he choked, one hand rising to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed your temple. "You’re everything, my princess, my ruin, my salvation..”

you clenched around him at his words, dragging a low moan from his throat. his self-control was slipping. fast.

"you have to...stay quiet," you whispered, your mouth brushing his ear, voice teasing and sweet. "we could be heard..."

his breath hitched again, a helpless noise escaping him as he looked at you like he was drowning in the sight of you, flushed, panting, gown slipping off your shoulders, bare thighs spread over his lap.

"then stop moving like that," he pleaded, voice strangled.

but you didn’t and you couldn't. you ground down harder, slow and deep, making sure he felt every second of it. caleb let out a shaky whimper, slapping a gauntleted hand over his mouth as his eyes fluttered shut, trying to quiet himself.

you kissed along his jaw, murmuring sweet, sinful things into his ear. “you’re so good, caleb. taking it so well. do you like when i ride you like this? when i use you?”

he groaned into his glove, chest heaving under his breastplate but then, his restraint cracked.

"take it off," he growled suddenly, tugging at the fabric of your bodice, "let me see you....please....let me have all of you-"

you leaned back and pulled the sleeves down, letting your breasts spill free. caleb looked wrecked at the sight, reverent and ravenous. he cupped one breast with his gloved hand, thumb stroking the peak with aching tenderness. the thick leather adding a new warm sensation then he leaned in, kissed it like a man in prayer.

"you’re divine," he whispered against your skin. "and I’m just your knight—your filthy, ruined knight."

he sucks on your nipple, leaving the tip so moist and leaving bites on your breast. the sharp pain made you picked up your pace, bouncing on him now, soft wet sounds echoing beneath the velvet hush of the carriage. the faint clang of his armor was drowned out by your breathy moans, your hand over your own mouth now as your body trembled.

caleb’s hands locked on your hips, helping guide your rhythm, and he buried his face between your breasts, panting. his lips were hot, desperate, whispering broken praises between every gasp.

"i love you," he blurted suddenly, eyes wide with the weight of it. "i love you, i love you...i try not to, the gods know i’ve tried but i-"

he slammed in you harder, his hands digging so deep in your hips as he took control of the pace. his words tore something in you.

"...then...show me," you begged. "claim me...mark me...i want it..," you gasped for air, struggling with your words. "i want all of you."

his mouth was on yours in an instant, the kiss feverish and wet, as he rutted up into you in time with your slow hip rolls. every thrust was deeper, sloppier, your bodies a tangle of heat and reverence.

then his glove-clad fingers found your clit again, rubbing tight, fast circles that made you start seeing stars.

"come for me again," he begged into your mouth. "i want to feel you on me," he groaned.

you shattered with a gasp, burying your face in his neck as you came hard again, your walls fluttering around him as his cock became drenched of you. caleb let out a strangled sound and came with you, cumming inside you as his body tensed, then bucked helplessly. he bit down on your shoulder to muffle his cry, gripping you so tight you knew you’d feel him long after.

for a moment, all was still. the carriage rocked gently beneath you, the only sound your shared panting, your combined heat wrapping the air in haze. caleb's cock was still buried inside you, making you feel so warm but also full.

his lips grazed the new mark he left on his shoulder, the bite starting to sting. "calebbb~" you groaned, now noticing his work and already thinking of ways on how to cover it.

he pulled back just slightly, breath hot against the wet skin he’d marked, "well he did touch you earlier." his voice was low. "that bastard put his hand on your waist. he was smiling at you like he knew what you tasted like."

you blinked, still hazy, your legs sore from how long you'd clung to him. “he didn’t,” you murmured, breathless. “he doesn't know anything.”

caleb’s jaw clenched as his hand ran down your thigh, possessive even in his gentleness. “he wanted to,” he muttered. “he looked at you like he could steal you..like you were something he could just… buy.”

you cupped his face, thumb brushing the edge of his flushed cheek. “but he didn’t,” you whispered, kissing the bridge of his nose. “you have me. i gave myself to you.”

"i know," he said softly. "but when i smelled him on you earlier, i nearly lost it. i wasn’t thinking straight.." he shakes his head, " i just kept wondering how far he would've gone if i wasn't there, the things he would have pulled, if he’d touched your bare back, if you smiled at him the way you smile at me…”

you traced the line of his brow with your fingertip, grounding him. “you could’ve told me.”

“i couldn’t,” he rasped. “i’m your knight. i’m supposed to protect you, not… not fall apart and make love to you in the back of a carriage because i couldn’t bear the thought of another man touching you.”

the guilt in his voice hit you hard. you leaned in, “i don’t regret it. not one bit.” his hands tightened on your hips.

“not even a little?” he asked, eyes locked to yours.

“no,” you breathed, forehead pressed to his. “but i do regret not doing it sooner.”

he gave a broken laugh, low and breathless, before pulling you tight against his chest. “then let me be the one who gets to touch you like this,” he murmured, voice cracking. “no more noblemen. okay?"

you exhaled against him, heart pounding. “i like the sound of that.” you let out a giggle.

the carriage finally began to slow, wheels crunching over gravel.

his arms tensed.

“we’re almost home,” he said reluctantly, the space between you quickly filling with reality.

you reached for your fallen gloves and mask, your discarded panties on the seat beside you, and looked down at your flushed chest, the red bite mark on your shoulder vivid in the low light.

“caleb,” you said, teasing gently, “how am i supposed to explain this?”

he smirked, just barely.

synopsis: after confessing how you've never had any of your firsts, frat boy!caleb is there to listen (and help  ¬ᴗ¬) but he also has something to confess aswell?

tw: MDNI +18, p in v (use protection), virginity loss, fingering, cummin inside, oral, squirting, teases a bit, caleb is a bit of a groaner, your pleasure comes first!!

author's note: hihi lovelies! so sorry i took awhile to post, life has been busy. i wanted to make something extra long because i will continue to be busy these next few weeks so i dont know when i'll be able to post but thank you so much for the love on held close, it was my best work and i wanted to capture the essence on how caleb is hehe. happy reading!

this wasn’t unusual. you and caleb always ended up like this after nights out. he might be the life of the party, but he never let you walk home alone. not when he could just let you crash here, giving the two of you privacy while his roommate was away.

he took a sip from his water bottle, tilting his head to the side as he studied you. “you looked miserable down there,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “don’t tell me you’re finally admitting frat parties aren’t your thing.”

you rolled your eyes. “they never were.” you take a sip from your water bottle that caleb handed to you.

he chuckled, setting the bottle on the nightstand. “then why’d you come? you know i wouldn’t have invited you if it meant you would feel terrible.”

you hesitated, tracing patterns on his blanket. “i dunno. just figured…well it’s college. i should probably try to enjoy it like everyone else.”

caleb hummed like he didn’t quite believe you. “uhuh and did you?”

you shot him a dry look. “i spent half the night dodging drunk guys who couldn’t take a hint, so what do you think?”

his smirk faded. “who?”

“relax, nothing happened,” you said quickly. “but that’s kind of the problem, isn’t it?”

caleb frowned, pushing himself up so he was properly sitting. “what do you mean?”

you let out a slow breath, you looked down at the floor. “i just… i feel like i’m behind.”

“behind what?”

“everything,” you admitted. “i’ve never had a real boyfriend. never had my first kiss, never-” you paused, suddenly regretting saying anything at all. “never mind. it’s stupid.” you dismiss your comment with a slight chuckle.

caleb was quiet for a moment. when you finally glanced up at him, you expected teasing, maybe some cocky remark about how he could “fix that” if you wanted.

but he just looked… thoughtful.

“that’s not stupid pipsqueak” he said finally. his voice was quieter now, more serious.

you sighed. “come on, caleb. you..you’ve lived. you’ve had hookups, flings, relationships or whatever you call them and i’ve had nothing.”

he gets closer and sits next to you on his bed, keeping his gaze. “and? why does that matter?”

“because,” you huffed, frustrated. “people expect you to have certain experiences by a certain age, and i just… haven’t.”

caleb’s brows furrowed. “who the hell cares what ‘people’ expect?”

you bit your lip, shrugging. “it’s just embarrassing sometimes. i feel like i’m missing out.”

he was watching you closely now, something unreadable in his gaze. “you’re not missing out on anything, pipsqueak,” he murmured.

your stomach flipped at the nickname, but you ignored it. “easy for you to say. you’ve had all your firsts.”

caleb froze but leaned closer, something like a smirk tugging at his lips, but it wasn’t cocky this time. he cups your cheek. “yeah? and you wanna know something?”

you hesitated before nodding.

“they were forgettable.”

that caught you off guard. “what?”

he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “i mean… there were moments. but i could never look them in the eye. i just couldn’t..” his fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, gaze flickering away. i always made sure i wasn’t facing them, like if i did, it’d make it real and something in me would just freeze.” 

he let out a short, almost self-deprecating laugh. “like some part of me knew it wasn’t supposed to be with them or other times i would call them the wrong name.. and it would be the same name every. single. time” his jaw tightens, now his gaze never left yours. 

your stomach twisted. “caleb…”

he shook his head, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. he ruffles your hair. “you’re not behind, pipsqueak. you’re just waiting for it to actually matter.”

your breath caught. “you’ve never…?”

he shook his head once, a small, almost embarrassed smile tugging at his lips. “not in the way you think.”

the room felt smaller somehow, the space between you charged with something unsaid.

“you don’t regret that?” you asked quietly.

he hesitated, he huffs. “i think i’d regret it more if i gave my firsts to someone who actually meant something… and they didn’t feel the same.”

your heart stuttered in your chest, the weight of his words pressing down on you. but before you could say anything, caleb just gave you a lazy, lopsided smile, like he hadn’t just dropped a big piece of his life on you. he grazed your cheek, his touch lingering for just a second too long.

“don’t stress about it, okay?” he murmured. “your firsts should be with someone you want them with. not just someone convenient.”

a heavy silence settled between you, but your mind was spinning now, turning over every moment, every lingering touch, every look he had given you that you never understood, until now.

“all those girls,” you said hesitantly, your voice quieter now. “the ones you’ve been with… did none of them ever mean anything?”

caleb stiffened, his jaw tightening. he looked away, exhaling sharply through his nose like he was debating whether to tell you the truth.

then he muttered, almost too low for you to hear. “none of them were you.” he finally admitted.

you felt your cheeks heat up by the sudden change in tone. 

he scoffed at himself, scratching the back of his head. “it’s silly, huh? i’d go out, find someone who-” he let out a humorless laugh. “someone who looked just enough like you if i squinted. your hair and that same kind of smile that i adore too much. sometimes they even smelled like your vanilla perfume.”

you stared at him, your heart beating against your ribs.

he shook his head, laughing bitterly. “and for a while, it worked. i’d close my eyes and pretend it was you. just for a little bit.” his voice dropped lower, ashamed. “but then it’d be over, and i’d wake up, and it wasn’t. and i’d hate myself for it.”

you swallowed hard. “caleb…”

his eyes met yours again, and for once, there was no smirk, no teasing glint. just raw honesty.

“but that didn’t stop me,” he admitted. “because i thought..heh i convinced myself..i’d never actually have you. and if I couldn’t, then what was the harm in pretending?”

a heavy silence settled between you. your chest ached, not just for him, but for yourself, for all the moments you never realized he was looking at you like that. the only thing that echoed now was the faint music from the speakers coming from the party downstairs.

“…and now?” you whispered.

caleb exhaled, something almost resigned in his expression. “and now i don’t even wanna pretend anymore.”

“you don’t…have too..” you whispered as both of your faces were mere inches from each other. a quiet breath came first followed by caleb looking down at your lips before he traced his hand down your chin. then, caleb kissed you.

he was slow at first but hesitant, as if he was still trying to convince himself this was real. his hand slid to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper. he places your back on his bed, the weight of him settling over you while fighting for dominance with his tongue. 

he kissed you like he was making up for every stolen glance, every moment spent pretending. his tongue brushed against yours, coaxing, claiming, demanding in a way that sent heat pooling in your stomach.

then he slowed, breathing heavy as he pulled back just enough for his forehead to rest against yours. his thumb traced your jaw, his voice barely above a whisper.

"tell me to stop," he said, but his voice wavered, like he was terrified of what he’d do if you actually did.

you swallowed hard, your hands turned to knuckles."i don’t want you to."

a sharp exhale, like he had been holding his breath. his lips ghosted over yours, his grip tightening ever so slightly. his breath hot over your lips "then tell me…" his voice was desperate. "tell me that whatever happens next, you won’t regret it." he grabs your hand to kiss it before looking into your eyes once more awaiting your answer. “i want to be your first.” his puppy eyes now settling upon you. 

you lifted that same hand, brushing your fingers through his hair. “caleb,” you whispered, soft but certain. “i could never regret you. i want this more than you could ever know.”

with a warm smile, he kissed you again, harder this time, more sure of himself. his hand slid down your waist, grounding himself in the feeling of you beneath him.

his hand traced the curve of your cheek before trailing lower, his lips followed.

he dove into your neck, attacking you with nibbles. what started as slow, lingering kisses turned into teasing bites that sent a shiver down your spine. his teeth grazed over your skin before his tongue followed, soothing the marks he was leaving behind. your clear skin was now painted with his touch, evidence of his undying love for you. he thought, what could be just a one-night fling to you, felt like more than everything to him. if what was happening now was just for one night, he was determined to make this into a memory that was worth to keep him going. 

he trails a free hand to the base of your skirt, tugging on the zipper while his lips stay latched on your neck. with a sudden “zzzip” filling the room, he continues his path, guiding his hand lower and successfully reaching inside your underwear. you felt shivers down your spine as caleb rolls circles on your clit, sending a gasp out of you. 

you grip at his shoulder, feeling the fabric of his jacket wrinkle under your grasp. you didn’t know how to comprehend the amount of pleasure he was giving you. moans started to escape your lips as caleb continued to caress your clit, his every touch left you almost breathless but wanting more. your body started to tense up, an unknown feeling that only escalated your arousal. 

caleb let out a low chuckle before trailing a series of soft, lingering kisses along your lips. just as you try to keep up with your breath, he captured your mouth again, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, his touch both teasing and possessive. his tongue slipped past your parted lips, prying your mouth open as he explored you further, muffling your shaky moans with an intense and consuming kiss.

“this feels s-so good..” you managed to whisper in between kisses, your body responding to every relentless touch. caleb still not losing his rhythm on your clit, his lips never leaving yours as he pulled back just enough to smile.

"i'm glad..because I won’t be stopping anytime soon," he said, his voice low and teasing.

his words sent a thrill through you, a mixture of excitement and anticipation pooling in your stomach. the more he kept playing with your clit, the more this..unknown sensation was rising inside you and he didn’t want him to stop. 

pulling his fingers away, you immediately missed the feeling, a whimper catching in your throat. before you could make a fuss on the loss, caleb dipped his head down, his breath warm against your skirt, nearing your cunt. you sucked in a shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. your eyes, heavy-lidded and hazy with pleasure, flickered to the window. the stars had never looked so bright, distant, shimmering, and endless, just like the party still going on downstairs.

his hands found your hips, thumbs pressing into your hip bones in a slow, soothing motion before he hooked his fingers into your skirt. with a smooth tug, he slid it down, taking your underwear along with it, leaving you bare beneath him. caleb glanced up, his eyes smoldering as he murmured, "after tonight, i promise..this is all you'll ever think about."  

before you could even form a response, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping you open for him. then, without warning, his mouth descended on your exposed pussy.  

the first swipe of his tongue was slow, deliberate, as if he wanted to savor you, to let the taste of you settle on his tongue. but that restraint didn't last long. his groan vibrated against your core, low and needy, like he was already losing himself. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers pressing into your flesh like he needed something to ground himself. but even then, he was slipping, unraveling with every lick, every sound you made.  

his tongue moved with an eager desperation, tracing over your folds, as if he was memorizing the way you felt against his tongue. he devoured you like a man starved, each groan growing rougher, throatier, as his self-control decreased. his movements became sloppier, greedier. his lips sealing around you, sucking just to hear you gasp, his tongue lapping up every drop like he couldn’t get enough.  

when he pulled back just slightly, his lips glistening, his breath ragged, his pupils were blown wide, almost black with hunger.

 "fuck..." he exhaled, his voice rawly thick. his grip on your thighs tightened for just a second before he dove back in, dragging another long, almost desperate lick through your folds, like he had lost all sense of anything else but you. 

your fingers tangled in his mullet without thinking, pulling him closer as your hips rocked against his tongue, chasing every wave of pleasure he gave you. the heat pooling in your stomach burned hotter with each flick of his tongue, each hungry suck that left you trembling beneath him.  

"caleb—" his name slipped out in a breathless moan before you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the sounds spilling from your lips. "that feels… s-so good," you mumbled against your palm, your voice barely holding together.  

but caleb wasn’t having that.  

still buried between your thighs, he hummed against you, a deep, satisfied sound that sent vibrations straight through your core. without pausing, he reached up, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, pulling your hand away from your lips. he laced his fingers with yours, his grip firm, grounding.  

his lips curled into a smirk against you before he murmured, voice thick with want, "you don’t have to hold back. be as loud as you want… i’m right here."

he pushes you back, pinning you against the bed with ease, his face still hovering over your pussy.  

"caleb, i…ah!"  

a sharp cry cuts off your words as his fingers sink into you, stretching you open inch by inch. the sudden fullness sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making your body arch into his touch. before you can even catch your breath, his tongue joins the mix, dragging along your folds with a slow, deliberate lick that has your thighs trembling.  

"you taste so sweet…" he groans against you, his voice dripping with hunger. "i could do this all night..all day even", he chuckles. 

your slick coats his fingers as he pumps them in and out, the pace teasingly slow, as if he’s memorizing every reaction, every little sound you make. your whimpers fuel him, a spark igniting in his chest as he watches you come undone beneath him.  

then, he curls his fingers just right-  

your back lifts off the bed, a choked moan escaping your lips as your body tenses. his smirk deepens, dark and knowing. he’s found it.  

"there it is," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. he doesn’t waste a second. his fingers pick up speed, thrusting deeper, pressing against that same spot over and over again. every movement is deliberate, every stroke meant to unravel you. the room fills with the slick sounds of his fingers working inside you, the wet heat of his mouth still teasing your clit, and the way your moans spill out, growing louder with every calculated thrust.  

caleb hums against you, his own pleasure building just from watching you come apart. "that’s it… let me hear you."

your grip on his hand tightened, fingers trembling as your body squirmed beneath him. a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

“c-caleb… i—ah… i think i’m close,” you gasped, your voice breathless, barely above a whisper.

his response was immediate, “come for me, princess… i’m right here.”

a shiver ran down your spine as his words alone sent you teetering on the edge. your back arched, muscles tensing as pleasure coiled tight in your core. caleb didn’t stop, his touch was relentless, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync, dragging you through wave after wave of ecstasy.

your release crashed over you, sending you spiraling. a gasp came from your throat as warm liquid flooded through you, coating his face and fingers soon part of the liquid dripped down to the bed. caleb groaned against you, savoring every moment, every sound, every taste. he pulled away only to lick his lips, eyes dark with satisfaction as his thumb traced soft circles on your inner thigh.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with praise, a smirk tugging at his lips. even now, with your body spent and breath uneven, the hunger in his gaze told you..he wasn’t done with you yet.

he wastes no time before hovering over you, caging you beneath him. his fingers fumble slightly as he works at the buttons of your top, eager yet unsteady. one by one, they come undone, revealing more of your skin to his hungry gaze. his pupils darken, widening with sheer desperation. he had imagined this moment countless times, but nothing compared to the reality of seeing you like this.  

“you’re even more stunning than i imagined,” he breathes, voice thick with longing. the last of the buttons popped off and you help him as he gently swifts it off your shoulders, putting it to the side. there’s no hesitation in his movements as he expertly unclasps your bra with a single hand, discarding it just as quickly. 

for a moment, he simply stares, enamored, breath hitching as if he doesn’t know where to begin. but desire overtakes him, and he dips his head, capturing one of your sensitive buds between his lips. the moment his mouth latches on, he sucks greedily, the same feeling he had between your thighs now channeled into worshipping every inch of you. he makes sure to give the other breast the same attention, his fingers kneading your soft flesh while his mouth continues its worship. caleb was always the type to ensure you were taken care of, and this was no different. his touch was deliberate, yet dripping with desire.  

your whimpers slip past your lips, each sound fueling him further as he overwhelms you with sensation after sensation. his tongue flicks and rolls, alternating between slow, teasing swirls and desperate, heated sucks, never giving you a moment to recover. every movement was a silent promise. he wasn’t stopping until you were completely undone beneath him.

eventually pulling his lips away from your breasts, his breaths were ragged, heavy with restraint as his fingers made quick work of his belt. “you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, the sharp clink of metal echoed in the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper being dragged down. 

his hands trembled slightly, whether from excitement or the sheer need to feel you, you weren’t sure. but the moment his pants hit the floor, he wasted no time. he leaned back over you, the heat of his body radiating against your skin as he traced a hand along your thigh, his touch very  worshipping. he releases his erection from his boxers and he was big. his tip glistened with pre-cum. he guided his cock before your pussy. 

“i’ll go slow, i promise” he breathed out, using your slick to coat himself. he aligned himself with your entrance, teasing you with the tip before slowly pushing in, letting you take him inch by inch.

a groan ripped from his throat as your walls wrapped around him, his fingers digging into your hips as he tried to steady himself. his head fell forward, his breath hot against your shoulder. "fuck," he rasped, voice shaking. "you're—you're squeezing me so tight." he shakily pumps in you slowly.

"c-caleb," you whimpered, voice breaking as you tried to adjust. "you're so… big—"

his grip on you tightened, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants. "god… you feel too good," he nearly whimpered, his voice filled with desperation. his body trembled, pressing his forehead against yours as he fought for control. 

“if you keep squeezing me like that,” he murmured, his voice husky and uneven, “i don’t think i can go slow.”

you swallowed hard, your walls fluttering around him at his words. “please… don’t,” you whispered, meeting his half-lidded gaze with your own. "i want to feel all of you." you tugged at his jacket, it being the only clothing left on between the two of you. you slipped your hands beneath the fabric, pushing his jacket off his shoulders before sliding it down his arms, letting it fall carelessly to the floor along with your clothes. you guided your hands on his chest, feeling every muscle he had. you were used to seeing caleb shirtless but tonight, it was in a different light that only increased your arousal. 

once he was halfway in, his breathing started to become heavy as he studied your face for any sign of discomfort. “alright..” he hums, his thumb stroked gentle circles on your hip. “but tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered.

your nails dug into his shoulders, your body desperate for more despite the slow burn. “keep going,” you urged, your voice breathless and cheeks flushed.

caleb let out a shuddered exhale before pushing deeper, groaning as he finally bottomed out inside you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, overwhelmed by the warmth embracing him so perfectly. his body trembled to move at a pace that wouldn’t break you, despite the way your walls clenched around him. 

your moans became louder as caleb continues to fill you, his hair becoming a bird's nest under your fingers. “c-caleb..more” you bit your lip, scratch marks forming on his back the more you cling onto him. “hhhg…i need more” you pleaded. a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his restraint finally snapping as he began to move in a quicker pace, rocking into you with deep, measured thrusts that left you gasping.

caleb groaned against your lips before pulling away, his hands gripping your thighs as he adjusted his position, sliding his hands under your legs before lifting them onto his shoulders. the shift made you gasp, the deeper angle sending a shiver through your entire body. the perfect angle he knows to get you into a mess. he leaned forward, pressing your knees closer to your chest, trapping you beneath him. 

"c-caleb—" you choked out as he pushed back in, deeper than before, the sensation overwhelming his grip on your thighs tightened as he adjusted, his thrusts being so deep, hitting that sensitive spot inside you with precision. every roll of his hips that kissed your g-spot sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, your moans growing louder with each push and pull. 

caleb’s breathing was ragged, his control unraveling as he watched you writhe beneath him. "look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with admiration. "so beautiful like this..so perfect for me." he places a kiss on your calf. 

you reached for him, hands on his chest to gesture him to slow down. something was building up in your core. sounds of skin slapping filled the room. "i’m-..so cl..close caleb.." 

"i know," he cut in, voice strained as he instead quickened his pace, wanting your release to fall through for him and by him. "give it to me... please let me feel you.." 

with a final, deep thrust, he angled himself just right, sending you over the edge with a cry, your body tightening around him as a warm liquid gushed out of you. the liquid coated on caleb’s cock and inner thighs. witnessing this, caleb groaned loudly, his hips stuttering as he came completely undone by the way you pulsed around him. his movements grew more erratic as he felt your walls clamp down around him. the grip on your thighs tightened, as he tried to hold himself together.

"good girl.." he panted, his mind still onto the sounds and the expressions of you coming undone before him. he continued thrusting, now chasing his high. after a while, caleb announces “i’m ugg.. gonna..” his body comes to a stop as he releases his seed inside of you, coating your walls.

the world around you both seemed to have stopped, nothing but the feeling of him filled your mind. caleb's weight sank into you as he rested his forehead on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

a small smile curled at your lips as you traced your fingers through his damp hair, feeling his body twitch slightly against yours. "that was…" you trailed off, still breathless, your mind hazy from the intensity of it all.

caleb let out a weak chuckle, pressing a soft kiss against your collarbone before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. his purple-pinkish eyes, still heavy with satisfaction, softened as he took you in. "yeah," he murmured, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. "it was."

he slowly pulled out of you, making sure to be gentle as he settled beside you, pulling you into his arms without hesitation. his hands roamed over your bare skin, his eyes full of adoration. caleb reached for the blanket, pulling it over you both, carefully covering you up as if protecting the moment, his moment. he held you close, his breathing still getting adjusted for his body to fit around yours. 

you cleared your throat, lifting your head to face him.

“hey,” you started softly, your voice a little unsure. “earlier… when i said i felt like i was behind, that I hadn’t had any of those firsts… i still feel that way sometimes. even now.”

caleb’s gaze softened, and he shifted, lifting his head to look down at you. his hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in a quiet gesture. “you’re not behind, pipsqueak,” he murmured, tender now. “everyone’s timeline is different. and whatever you haven’t experienced yet? i’m not going anywhere. i’ll be right here, whenever you’re ready for all of it.”

a smile tugged at your lips, his words comforting you. “i know. i guess i just needed to hear that.”

caleb’s smile was soft, his eyes full of warmth. he pulled you closer, holding you a little tighter. “it’s not about what everyone else does or what they think. it’s about what feels right for you. don’t ever feel like you’re missing out, because with me… you’ll always have all the time you need.”

you let out a contented sigh, your hand resting on his chest. “thanks caleb,” you whispered. “i’m glad i have you here.”

he kissed the top of your head, his voice with reassurance. “i’ll always be here, pipsqueak.” you begun to doze off, leaving the memory of the night you and caleb in your head. he was right, this is all you’ll ever think about. “goodnight, pipsqueak,” caleb whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. you didn’t have the energy to respond, the last of your thoughts dissolving into peaceful sleep.

caleb smiled down at you, his heart swelling with affection. his hand came up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his gaze lingering on you with a tenderness that he had always felt for you before. you looked so peaceful, so content, and he could hardly believe you were in his arms, trusting and letting him help with one of your doubts could easily fill him for the rest of his life.

he watched you for a while, tracing the outline of your face with his eyes as you slept, aware of the way his heart beat faster with each passing second. with each second having him fall more and more in love with you. caleb smirked to himself, imagining the questions that would come once gideon finds you sleeping in caleb’s bed. he let out a contented sigh, looking down at your sleeping form. “let him ask. i won’t let out a peep” he muttered.

not that gideon would believe any excuse, anyway. caleb could say you had a nightmare, that you tripped and conveniently landed in his bed, or that aliens abducted every other available sleeping surface but gideon would just wag his eyebrows and call it bluffing.

whatever. let him talk. let him annoy the hell out of him. caleb didn’t care.

synopsis: after finding out your ex cheated on you, an angry caleb comes and saves the day, and then comforts you hehe ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

tw: MDNI +18, p in v, no condom (pls use protection), cumming inside, caleb gets NEEDY (or i try to make him seem that way lolz), he says pipsqueak in the middle of it (only once), dry humping, slight biting, and long plot (i try to make it worth it PLS)

authors note: literally i had to take a break writing, esp during the dry humping scene cause HOOOO lorddd this makes me want caleb more than ever. thank you @tbaluver for helping me write this & happy reading everyone!! ᡣ𐭩