Puppyprincess09

You squint at your phone screen. A mix of alcohol and the late hour convinces your curiosity into clicking the email. 

You vaguely remember browsing EVER’s website a few weeks ago out of curiosity. Their companion bots are supposed to be the very best, cutting edge tech, designed to be anything you want—a friend, family, lover, anything at all. 

At first, you thought the idea of buying an android was a complete waste of money. You've seen them around the city, either doing errands on their own or walking hand-in-hand with their human partners. When they smile politely at you with their lightless eyes, it sends nothing but chills down your spine.

While checking out their website, you scrolled through the ‘build-a-bot’ section to ridicule the stupid features people pay extra to install. 

Seriously, who pays a hundred extra dollars for a bigger dick installation and extra stamina?

It was an amusing browse that lasted for an hour, and you thought that's all it would be—an hour of entertainment you wouldn't think about ever again. 

But now you're staring into the violet eyes of the most handsome man android you've ever seen, with eyes somehow reflecting so much life and charm, drawing you in the longer you gaze. He looks less like the typical androids you normally see and that has you intrigued. 

Meet Caleb (model no. X-02), EVER’s latest android companion, tailor made to be your perfect partner! He's the boy next door, an attentive lover, the adrenaline junkie that will take you on the ride of your life. 

You scan through his bio that lists characteristics, even habits that seem to bring him to life. He loves building model airplanes, hates cilantro, dreams of becoming a pilot, etc. 

It reads less like a sales pitch and more like a dating profile. And somehow, he's checking off all your boxes. He really does seem tailor made for you. It's almost creepy. 

This Caleb companion is not fit for additional installations or modifications. 

So, you can't pay for extra stamina and a twelve inch dick? What a shame. You could really use that right now. 

It doesn't help that there’s a shirtless photo of Caleb in bed with his thumb hooking around the band of his sweat pants, gazing up at the camera with a seductive smirk. 

The ache between your legs returns annoyingly and you groan, scrolling away before you find your hands down your pants for another useless session.

Price mark down! 80% off! Get him today for the low, low price of $4,999.99!

You whistle, “that's pretty cheap.” 

Considering the average, high quality android these days costs $30k and up, you're looking at a bargain—or at least, that's what your tipsy and horny addled mind tells you. But there's no way an android from EVER, a top selling android competitor, is selling a new model this low. There has to be a catch.

You try reading the finer details, but the tiny words just blend together. Somehow the only details you manage to catch are ‘passionate lover', ‘extra stamina pack included’, and ‘six vibrating arm modes’. You're extra intrigued by that last detail. 

The add to cart button is clicked without a second thought. Purchasing is a simple, familiar process. Inputting your name, card information, address is muscle memory at this point. 

You only realize what you just did when the EVER logo pops up on your screen with a purchase confirmation number. 

Buyers remorse kicks in as you stare at the screen. This is probably one of the most embarrassing purchases you've ever made, solely driven by the fact that you're unbearably sexually frustrated and horny for some super hot, discount android.

Before you can figure out how to cancel your order, you notice an audio message attached to the thank you message. 

“Thanks for choosin’ me. I can't wait to meet you.” A voice, presumably Caleb’s, says. Even his voice is hot. There's a sweet charm to it, playful and alluring all at once. “Fill out the questionnaire below to help me learn how I can please you.” 

The questions range from basic tasks you'd like help with to how frequent you want him to initiate sex. You answer with complete honesty, thanks to the wine. 

By the time you finish the seemingly endless and thorough questionnaire, your eyes are drooping until you eventually nod off, dreaming of violet eyes and that low voice whispering filthy things in your ears.

—

It takes Caleb two weeks to arrive at your door. 

The delivery man asks for your signature, carts a six foot crate into your living room, and leaves without much fanfare. Though, you suppose these days, delivering androids isn't an uncommon occurrence. 

You stare at the intimidating crate. It still hasn't registered that there's an android in your living room. In the two weeks leading up to this moment, you tried pushing it to the back of your mind. It is already embarrassing enough to admit that you bought one out of desperation, but to have it be a reality… you don't know what to expect once you crack open the box. 

It takes thirty minutes for you to breathe through your anxieties and start cutting open all the zip ties and tape wrapped around the box. You're greeted by a thick user manual and wall of styrofoam casing when you peel open the top. 

You take the manual, a full body scan of Caleb is on it, and flip it open.

EVER Co. thanks you for your purchase! We hope you enjoy your new Caleb companion. Please refer to this user guide to help you get started. 

You skim through the instructions, tapping your fingers against the pages as you worry your lower lip between your teeth. 

To switch on your companion, hold down the POWER button located on your companion’s sternum for 3 seconds. Your companion will lead you through the next steps after powered on.

There's a diagram next to the text, illustrating where Caleb’s power button is. You pull off the styrofoam mold, tossing it to the corner of your living room, and beneath is Caleb’s sleeping—tecnically powered off—form. 

It hits you all at once that he's real and… so human-like.

Your fingers graze over his cheek. He's neither cold nor warm to the touch, but he's not pallid. There's a glow to his skin, kissed by sun. When you press a finger into his cheek, the flesh gives way like any would. You half expected him to be solid, cold metal beneath your hands. 

He’s bundled up in a jacket with blue and orange accents and black sweater beneath. You tug down his collar, spying a silver chain around his neck that leads down to some dog tags with his name and model number engraved on it. You feel against his solid chest for the button. It's a small indent in the middle of his sternum, nearly indiscernible to the eye, but you feel it beneath your finger and push down. 

The seconds pass and you hear a low hum like fans buzzing to life beneath his skin. When you lift off the button it takes only a second for his eyes to snap open, staring blankly at the ceiling. 

You dare yourself to inch closer, searching for signs of cognition. He doesn't stir. You're almost afraid you've already broken him somehow. You wave your hand over his face, wondering if you have to give him something to focus on. 

Once, twice—you move your hand, and after the third pass his eyes are suddenly on yours. You squeal, falling back on your behind before scrambling off the floor, straightening out your clothes. 

What a great first impression… 

He keeps his eyes on you as if he's assessing you, picking you apart piece by piece to figure out what makes you tick, before blinking and wiping it all away with a dazzling smile.

“This is insane,” you mutter to yourself. 

His smile is just like the pictures, but somehow in person it makes him ten times more attractive. “Nice to meet ya, pipsqueak.”

You wrinkle your nose. Pipsqueak? You're not sure that was one of the nicknames you chose on the questionnaire. “Um, hello?” 

He lifts himself out of the box with quick and fluid movements, glancing around his new home with a discerning eye. There's a satisfied hum before he turns to you, dragging his eyes up and down your form. 

“Come ‘ere.” 

You hardly register what he means before he crowds you, cradling your jaw, and kisses you. His lips are rough against yours, moving languidly with his tongue parting your lips. Without much thought you melt into him. 

It's been so long since you've had this sort of physical connection. Not since your ex and that was nearly a year ago at this point. It’s comforting to fall into someone else's arms, safe and warm. 

Heat pools in your core as his hands smooth over your waist, but your mind drifts. It's all so sudden and so much. 

“Wait!” You push against his chest and stumble back into the wall. But instead of meeting the solid wall, his steady hands cradle you before impact. He's almost chest to chest with you again, staring down at you with concern. 

“Hey, be careful. You alright?” 

“Yeah, I'm fine.” As you peel yourself from his arms, his hands tighten around your waist before relaxing and letting you free. You lean against the wall to catch your breath. “What the hell was that?”

His brows furrow. “You marked ‘initiate sex every day, twice a day’ on your questionnaire,” he states as if reciting it. “Is now not a good time?” 

Damn you for doing that questionnaire while horny. 

“Not really—I mean, we just met. Maybe…” You trail off. You're still unsure about all of this, whether or not you actually want to commit to having sex with him. He just feels so alive, real, and yet willing to do anything for you without a second thought. Does he feel strange about this whole situation like you? Does he even feel at all? You really don't have the mental capacity right now to debate the ethics of having sex with androids. Not when one is right in front of you and throwing himself at you. “We start slow, um, like holding hands and stuff.”

“Holding hands,” he repeats slowly, raising a brow. If you didn't know any better you'd say he’s mocking you. “Are we five?”

You cross your arms, using it as a protective shield against the goosebumps rising on your arms. There's a growing smirk on his lips as he stares at your pout. “Hey! I'm sorry if you expected me to just jump your bones the minute you woke up, but this is really weird for me, alright?” 

You barely know him! Sure, you read the basics of his bio, but that doesn't make you comfortable with fucking him immediately even if he was designed to be.

He sighs, “I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“We can work our way up to that,” you say, adding on a ‘but’ when you see his smirk returning, “but for now let’s just pretend we’re roommates-er, friends.”

“Friends, for now. I can do that.”

Living with an android is somewhat normal. He cooks you meals, makes sure you have all three meals, helps you do laundry, and is there when you come home from work to talk to. He's funny, teasing you occasionally. Indulges you whenever you get pouty. Not to mention incredibly touchy. 

His hands are somehow always on or near you. If you're reaching for a plate, he's right behind you, grabbing it before you can get up on your tip-toes. You swear he purposefully moved them higher on the shelf so he could do that. When the two of you are on the couch while you're ranting about a particularly annoying work meeting, his arm is slung around yours, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. 

It doesn't help that you still haven't been able to come. You're still in bed every night with a hand down your pants and the other over your mouth to silence your whimpers. The solution is simple—ask Caleb to help, but you're nervous and hesitant. If you even think about tiptoeing out of your room to find him at his charging station in the living room, you tense up and pull the covers over your head. 

As much as you hate to admit, he's not just the android you bought while drunk and horny in the middle of the night anymore. He's Caleb. The one who creates a gnawing ache in your chest whenever you see him, whenever he comes near you, whenever he wishes you a good day. All the symptoms of a greater feeling. 

You know that he’s an android, advertised as being designed to obey your every command, but it feels like a violation of his autonomy to ask when you know he can't say no. So, you settle for being friendly roommates with Caleb, and leave yourself with your hands and a few toys to (not) do the job, and silent feelings you can't voice. 

It's been fine so far, but you wonder every night when the tipping point will finally come. 

“I’m back! Work was a bitch, but I picked up some snacks for movie night!” You call out when you step through the door, holding up your stuffed bag. You toe off your shoes at the door and place them on the shoe rack. “Did you choose a- oh!” 

Caleb is sitting on the couch, fiddling with his arm. Instead of skin, it is the mechanical, dark chrome endoskeleton layer exposed from his shoulder and down. He has an array of tools spread on the coffee table. You recognize them from the maintenance kit that came in his box. A panel on his forearm is open with colorful wires running through like veins. 

You turn your head away, ignoring how the exposed metal highlights the curve of his thick biceps and the way your body responds with a rush of heat pooling in your core. You clear your throat and try not to obviously squeeze your thighs together. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?” 

“Nope, I was just finishin’ up.” You hear the click of his panel shutting and the shuffling of tools. “Why’re you lookin’ away?”

“I don't know. It seems impolite to stare while you're…uncovered?” It's a pathetic excuse when the truth is you're just hot and bothered. 

He chuckles, “It’s not like I’m naked. And even if I were, you can stare all you want. I don't mind.” 

You fling the bag of snacks at him, which he catches by the handles easily, and cover your face. Images of him shirtless in his sweatpants, the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric, flash in your mind. He's walked around the house in that outfit before, sending you little glances and smirks. It fuels your imagination at night while you attempt to get off. 

“You're the worst,” you groan, stomping to fling yourself onto the couch. 

“But, you keep me around,” he retorts teasingly. 

“Only because you cook me dinner and do my laundry,” you grumble, snatching the bag of snacks from him and riffling through its contents to distract yourself from thoughts of him naked.

“Is that all I'm good for?” 

You laugh softly, “no, of course not. I like you very much, Caleb.” 

You settle for a bag of sour gummy worms and pull them from the bag. As you tear it open, you feel his stare on you again.

You squirm under his penetrating gaze, glancing at him. “What?”

“Nothin’. Just thinkin’,” he hums, reclining back into the cushions. You get a sense he's lying. “You've already seen me naked.”

You sputter, nearly jumping off the couch. “W-What! No!”

“Didn't you look at my profile on the website?” 

“I did, but I didn't see that!” You gesture wildly to his lower half. 

“Oh, you wanted me so bad, you didn't even look thoroughly.”

“I was tipsy and-” You shut yourself up before you can expose too much and huff, “ugh, you were way cuter on my screen when you couldn't talk.” 

He ignores your statement, leaning closer to you. “Tipsy and what?” 

Your face grows warmer when traces of a smirk appear on his face. “Tipsy and nothing. F-Forget it!” 

You attempt to push him away, but he catches your arm. His thumb smoothes over the pulse point on your wrist in slow strokes. No doubt sensing the way your heart is racing beneath with his heart monitoring function. Any irritation you had falls away as he edges closer.   

Cold metal meets your skin when Caleb’s hand reaches up to cup your cheek, making you flinch. Your eyes trace up his forearm and bicep. It's odd to see the mechanical parts of him when the face in front of you is so alive. 

Caleb seems to take your quiet as rejection. “Are you scared of me like this?”

“No,” you answer immediately. “Should I be?”

“You don't know me,” he says, sharp and accusatory. “My code’s been rewritten so many times. Sometimes even I don't know who I’m supposed to be anymore.”

“Caleb…” Your mouth is dry, but your heart aches to comfort him. 

“And sometimes I think I really like you,” he admits. “But is it me or is it just programming?”  

Your heart seizes up at the sudden confession, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. To think… could he actually have feelings for you too? 

He guides you closer, never taking his eyes off your lips. A drawn expression on his face. “And sometimes I think I want to kiss you—I really do.”

“Why don't you?” you whisper. 

“You haven't asked me to yet.”

“And I won't.” You rest a hand over the one on your cheek, feeling the ridges and grooves around the plates of his fingers. “Take what you want, Caleb.” 

You wonder if he can feel your hand against his. If there's some type of sensor, feeding back the warm touch of your palm over his, or if it's nothing at all.

“Take what I want…” he repeats in a whisper. 

You think if he were human, his breathing would be uneven, stuck in his chest. His hand slides down to cup your neck, tugging you forward until your lips collide in a desperate, needy kiss. 

He's warm on your lips. It's different from the first time he kissed you. Before, he was confident, and knew exactly how to get your knees weak. Now, he's moving, unsure of himself, unsure of whether or not it’s okay. 

You reinforce him by parting your lips, letting your tongues dance around each other. He leans forward, clutching you in his arms to lay you against the couch, but jerks back violently, dropping you instead. 

He grabs his head, groaning, eyes screwed shut with his face contorted. 

“What's wrong?” 

“Preventative measures EVER installed in all their androids,” he grounds out. “It usually stops us from doing anything dangerous or disobeying orders.” 

It's your turn to cup his cheeks, raising his face to look at you. You never thought this would happen, but you're so glad it did. 

“If this is what you want, I want it too. I want you to kiss me, and… I-I want more than that.” 

A half grin forms from his grimace as he chuckles. He sweeps you into another kiss, whispering thank yous between each breath. 

Your heart swells, knowing that he feels something for you. He may not be able to decipher it fully, but you'll take this, whatever he wants to give. 

He holds you in his arms. Your lips fall into a slow rhythm together, neither one of you willing to separate from the other first. 

“I found those toys under your bed while I was cleaning and tossed them out,” he admits between kisses. 

Your head snaps back as you push on his shoulders. “What? Why!”

Those were expensive!

“I was…” he thinks for a moment before the word comes out hesitantly, like he doesn't know if it's true, “jealous.”

“But you didn't need to throw them away,” you pout. As you attempt to pull away, thinking you could dig them out of the trash if they’re still there, he grips your waist.

“I want to show you why you don't need them anymore. You only need me,” he growls, grabbing your thighs to wrap around his waist and hoisting you up effortlessly. Your arms wrap around his neck as he carries you to your bedroom and lays you against the pillows. “Let me prove it.” 

Though his eyes don't leave yours, burning with a raw hunger, you're still nervous. You don't think anyone has ever looked at you this way before and it makes you squirm. 

“Are you really sure?” 

“I am.” He climbs on top, caging you between his arms. His dog tags dangle between you. “Are you?”

You nod, toying with his necklace. “Think I've been ready for this since you woke up in my living room.”

“Then let me make up for lost time.” he starts at your neck, sucking at your pulse point until he leaves his mark before moving down to your collar.

He's probably programmed with thousands of different techniques and ways to pleasure someone, you think. Plus, you recall inputting all of your favorite kinks and positions in the questionnaire. He already knows every intimate detail about you. Now he just has to learn every inch of your body. 

Caleb unbuttons your top, revealing your chest inch by inch and helping it off your shoulders, until your bra is in full view. 

You’re a bit embarrassed that they're not more lacy or risque, but he doesn't seem to mind as his metal arm traces down the seam into the valley of your breasts. You shiver at his cool touch, arching into his hand. 

“Am I too cold?” He hooks a finger down the middle of your bra, easing it lower to reveal your perfect mounds.

Your breath hitches when he runs his thumb over your nipple. The cold brings it to a quick peak. “N-No, I like it.”  

He tweaks your nipples with both hands, one warm and the other cold. You hum beneath him, sinking into the mattress. He slips behind you to unhook your bra and throws it somewhere in your room. 

You hear a sharp click! and you yelp when his now vibrating hand returns to toy with your nipple. “Wh-What…”

“Wow,” he chuckles. “You really didn't read anything on my profile. Was I that handsome?”

“Ah, shut up,” you whine when he pinches your nipples between his vibrating fingers. 

Six vibrating arm modes. Oh. So this is what it means. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him slipping his fingers into you like that. 

“How ‘bout a demonstration?” He turns off the vibrating and slowly begins to ease off your work pants, taking your panties with it, leaving you bare before him. 

You're stuck beneath his unwavering gaze, vulnerable to his desire. You try closing your legs but he's kneeling between them. 

“Pretty,” he mumbles, tracing a path down your stomach to your slit. He parts your folds, swiping against your slick pussy, gathering it on his metallic fingers. 

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the whine threatening to escape, as his middle finger eases its way into your tight entrance. A soft ‘ah’ slips past you when he makes slow curling gestures against your gummy walls. 

“I want to hear how good I make you feel. Don't hold back.” 

The low, consistent vibrations start up again inside you. It's deep and penetrating, coursing through every fiber of your being, unlike anything you could have done yourself.

“Oh,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Your body sinks into the mattress. 

“That's it,” he groans, working your pussy open, sliding in a second finger when you're wet enough. “Just relax. I'll help you through it.” 

The stretch has you arching off the bed, grinding your hips down on him. Already, you're feeling that familiar peak approaching, but you're still afraid that even now you won't be able to reach it.

When his vibrating thumb settles on your little aching bud, sending sparks running up your spine, you moan, grasping at the sheets. 

He speeds up his pace, eventually switching his mechanical hand with his other hand so he can keep using it on your clit without moving it. The slick sounds of his fingers echo through your room—shlick!, shlick!, shlick!—along with the low humming of his fingers. 

“Mph, I-I think I'm gonna come!”

“Yeah?” Caleb curls his finger against a spot that has you crying his name. He hits it over and over, letting your writhe against the sheets. 

And you finally, finally, get to come. It shatters you, breaking you apart into pieces until you're weightless and limp as your pussy drools on the sheets. 

“I've got you,” he soothes, petting your jaw with his thumb. It's his other hand, softer and warm. You lean into it, catching your breath.

You hear a click! again and the vibrations against your clit intensify with faster and stronger buzzes. It tears you out of that momentary calm and sends you hurling towards another orgasm. 

“Ahh, C-Caleb!” You cry, clinging onto his arm. Your body tenses, curling in on itself as intense waves of pleasure pour through you. Coherent words die on your lips. It's nothing but babbling sobs as tears leak from your eyes. “Hahh—ngh—I-I don't think I can-” 

 “You can. I want to see you come again,” he pants, spreading your legs again when they try to close. “One more for me.” 

It's hard to stop your whimpering to form a complete response, so you nod, eyes rolling back when his thumb returns to your aching, swollen clit. The speed this time is much more intense, already your body is tensing against his fingers.

Your hands scramble for something to cling onto. You catch his necklace, dragging him down to meet your lips as your second orgasm crashes through you. 

He doesn't move his hand, keeping the torturous vibrations against your clit even when you try to squirm away and cry his name against his lips. 

“You said one—ahh!—one more!” You sob, arching off the sheets and gasping for breath. 

“‘S not enough. I need more.” He looks down at your tear filled eyes. “Please?” 

Safe to say, it's not just one more he wants. He takes and takes until you're a complete mess by the end of it. You're not sure how your eyes are still open, but Caleb is still eager and ready to go.

“Ready to see the other features I have?” 

⋆.˚ NOTES — I won't lie sometimes I forget that he has a mech arm since it's not visible (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠) also, special shout out to Calebs lvl 85 secret times for getting me through this one hehe reblogs, comments, and asks always appreciated! thanks for reading! <3

your face contorted in sheer pleasure and joy, tears rushing down your face, your legs slightly swinging off the floor. your once strong and larger body now reduced to a small mess when compared to the behemoth of a man behind you, his muscles so biteable, “oh fuck…” you cried, a drop landing on his arm.

“awwh? you cryin’?” a laugh came from the man above you before he tightened the arm around your neck, “stay still now, it’ll be over soon.”

caleb pushed the remaining inches of his cock inside, rubbing your hip with his free hand to soothe your cries and pleads.

“caleb! oh my gosh!! ohhh—aaahh! you’re so big i can’t!!”

it felt like he was splitting you in two, his thick cock stretching out your virgin cunt, “oh please…just go slow—slow!”

“i will, i will….relax, take a deep breath.” caleb kissed your ear, gently licking uk and down your neck. his head tilting to reach your neck properly, kissing under your jawline and on your collarbone, “you’re in charge pretty, what do you want me to do?”

lifting your head up slightly, you whined, feeling your walls clenched around his dick, “….c-can you squeeze me?”

caleb’s face was pressed so deep into your hair, smelling your scent, to the point where you felt his eyebrow raise, “squeeze you?—“

“squish me…make me feel suffocated…lay on me—anything…! just pleasee,” your trembling hand rubbing up and down his bicep, “…wanna feel you,”

caleb rubbed your back, kissing your spine, “are you sure pips? i don’t wanna hurt ya,” however he was met with a very—very sincere nod, tears nearly sheafing from how bad you wanted to feel his weight on you, “alright, no tears baby.”

caleb carefully picked your up, holding you tightly to his chest, shaky legs wrapping around your legs. his cock just slightly slipped out, to your discomfort.

“caleb—

“i know, i’ll put it back in when we get to the bed.”

as soon as your body landed onto the bed, your back washing the soft mattress, caleb climbed above you. his hands alrwdy grabbing your thighs and pushing them forward, your knees next to your ears by this point. the quick change in position making you squeal, “aaah!—fuck!—“

“flexible too, hm. i trained you well.” your moans onto deaf ears, hands ripping at the mattress covers,. The barely-surviving walls of your pussy felt like it was being ripped again when caleb put his cock back inside.

another mewl, your cunt sucking his cock in like a vacuum, keeping him still and clinging to his sensitive tip, “fuck…please move…!”

“how much?”

“a lot!—a lot caleb! just move!”

“not enough detailsss. c’mon, use that noggin of yours,” caleb teasingly flicked your head, hearing you whine. your hands reached up to try and grab something instead of the mattress, “hard…deep…breed me—anything!”

caleb lowered his body, one leg going up to get a better angle, “hard and deep? and slow?—“

tears came to your eyes, the tension in your body too much to handle anymore, “…lebbie..”

seeing your tears, caleb rubes the skin on your thigh, his hips thrusting his cock inside of you slowly, “okay okay, don’t cry. awwhh, lebbie’s being mean, isn’t he?”

“v-very mean..” you whimpered, holding your legs up for him, exposing your wide hole. caleb gently held one of your legs, before thrusting himself outwards only to slam right back into you. your moans louder with every thrust.

his cock stimulating your g-spot with every harsh snap of his hips, your body jotting up on the bed, moans and screamed echoed in his arms. caleb however was too pussydrunk, his own grunts filling his ears, “i’ll make it up to you.”

your pussy squeezed around his length, making a wet suction sounds whenever he left your cunt. caleb’s hand went to your chin, lifting your head up to see tears running down yours face. your mind not here right now.

however your body was woken up with a firm pat on your cheek, nearly a slap if caleb wasn’t careful, his thumb then wiping at your tears, “don’t pass out of me now, pips.”

all you could see was black dots, your eyes shut closed after, concentrated on the overwhelming feeling being railed into the mattress. not even captured how fast your orgasm was building up, “oh gosh—c-colonel!—“

“nuh uh…say my name,” caleb growled, his eyes gazing down at your face with lust.

moaning, a hand went to his lifted leg, trying to make him slow down, “..c…ca—fuck!”

“it’s right there, c’mon pretty girl. i know you have a few neurons in there that are conscious.”

another attempt, “…cal..leb! ahh! nnnghh!—oooh!”

with a chuckle, caleb thrusted harder, the whole room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other, “one more. one more time for me, gorgeous. you got it.”

“caleb!” the feeling was too much, your body letting go instantly. caleb nodded, grunting when your pussy came on his sensitive tip, “thereee we go, good girl.”

barely a second after, thick ropes of cum shot up your cunt, coating your walls perfectly. caleb’s merciless thrusts slowing down, his dick twitching inside of you.

both you and caleb panted, your head was off of it, caleb was still pussy drunk but laid down the feeling for your health and wellbeing, “…you did so well..”

his body lowered, your legs being freed to land on either side of his body. caleb’s lips landed on your, wet and sloppily kissing you. his tongue sunk deep into your mouth whilst a hand passionately groped your breasts, “the prettiest girl ever…deep breaths now. just rest for me, i’ll take care of the rest.

You’ve been here for hours, laid on your side with a book in front of you that—at this point—you’re just pretending to read. Any concentration by now has left you and it’s all because of Sam Winchester. 

He’s aware, though, but even if he was unaware, you were sure he was indifferent. 

Sam’s been working away, laptop open and three books sprawled around the table as his brow furrows with each seeming discovery he makes. The problem is, he looks tense. Hell, you’re both high strung and Sam seems to be the only one that’s able to contain it. Somehow. Though you know with him it’ll only take one thing for him to unravel, what’s so frustrating is the way he pushes it all back—he doesn’t just let himself loose like this—when he’s focused. That just makes you want him more and Sam knows it. 

You break the silence first. 

“You know,” you start, “I don’t think taking a break would kill you.”

He pauses, doesn’t say anything more than offering a slight hum as he takes in a sharp breath as if you’ve pulled him from deep focus. He looks up at you though before running a hand through his hair to push it from his face.

“You think so?”

“I know.” Another inhale as Sam pushes his chair backwards, enabling him to turn and look at you properly. You continue, though, by standing and padding slowly over to him at the table. “I mean, do you really want to spend all night hunched over that laptop with your shoulders wound that tight?”

“Maybe, if that’s what it takes.” He’s staring now, eyes locked onto you whilst he continues waiting. Weighing up your moves, still considering what you might do. “Why? You got a better idea?”

“A few.” 

Your arms snake around his shoulders from behind, leaning over him, enveloped around that broadness of his upper body. 

“That so?”

You know now that he’s being deliberately reserved—he’s waiting for permission. You’re used to that. Sam doesn’t just take. But now you’ve figured out what it takes to get him to start breaking those walls down. 

A bite—not a hard one—to his jawline. Just enough to make his teeth clench for a second as he takes a sidelong glance at you. It’s not a warning, nor is it an indication to stop. He’s more seeing what you’ll do, how long he can hold out before he gives you what you want and really, what he wants too. Then, when your tongue soothes over where your teeth grazed, when you kiss from his jaw to his earlobe, nipping there too, he moves. Sam is quick in the way he stands and he’s able to pick you up in one swift motion before he’s marching you over to the bed and practically throwing you down on it. Your back collides with the mattress, padding out the fall, and you pull him down with you. This  is where you realise he truly is just as wound up as you.  

“Can I?” He asks, punctuating the question with a kiss so chaste in comparison to the way he’s practically manhandled you. Always so considerate. Though you follow him as he moves back, chasing for another kiss as you whisper a ‘yes’ against his lips. 

“Think of it as a little stress relief.” You offer, helping Sam to make light work of tugging off your clothes and throwing them to the ground. Doesn’t take too long for his own to join–now a mix of denim and cotton on the floor. 

When Sam kisses you it starts slow, he has you on your back whilst he leans in on his side, his hand traversing your stomach and continuing down until he’s cupping your pussy, fingers teasing for just a moment until he needs to get as much of you as possible. With each kiss, his fingers circle your clit with a determination to get you as ready as you need to be for what he wants to do with you. Even now, there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to give it all away the second he starts, almost like the build up is what’s getting him worked up enough where the stress relief part might be more than he’d intended. It’s dizzying, the way he’s so focused. If you opened your eyes, you’d see the way Sam’s brow is knitted in concentration, the way his lips part back from yours every so often to suck in a breath. With each moment, the intensity builds and it’s not long before you feel him smile against your mouth. 

“So wet already,” he says quietly, “can’t believe that’s all for me. I left you there getting all frustrated, huh?” 

“Cruel of you, really.” 

“I want to make it up to you.”

And oh, he does. Sam’s hands grip you and shift you on your side before one tugs at your thigh to hold your leg up, hooking his forearm underneath to make sure you stay exactly where he wants you. He groans against your skin—already letting his cock rub against you with slow, purposeful movements over your pussy. You swear you hear him breath out a quiet ‘oh fuck’ as he does. Sam’s lips trail kisses across your jaw—each press of his mouth deliberate like he’s savoring this just as much as you are until he finally lets go for good. So he lines himself up and finally pushes in. The stretch is searing at first, something you think you might not ever get used to. But as soon as he starts moving, it’s so easy to forget about. Especially when his free hand slips under you and finds your breast, fingers teasing around your perked nipple. Like his kisses, Sam fucks into you gently at first, testing the limits. Still, he’s holding out, and you can feel the tension in the way he holds himself. 

“Sam,” you start, “please don’t hold back.” 

“You’re sure?” 

The way he asks makes your expression soften more. 

“I told you, baby, stress relief.” 

You feel the weight of his body overlaid onto your back before you can register that you’d even moved. Sam leans down now, one big calloused hand pressing down on the mattress beside you as the other reaches your face–making use of the way your mouth is open from how you can barely catch your breath. He holds your chin, pushes his index finger into your mouth and unsurprisingly to him he feels you softly close around it, sucking. You know how it affects him by the way his hips falter for a moment followed by the way he grunts slightly. A low sound, one you could have easily missed if you weren’t as tuned into him as you are. Sam doesn't stay still for long, though. He’s deep at first, slow and filling, because he wants you to feel all of him before his pace quickens. He groans low in his throat as his lips touch the skin of your shoulder and then kisses turn into bites–teeth digging in and you clench around him. It’s not just once, though, his teeth dig in across the back of your shoulders: individual bites that feel deeper each time. By now, Sam’s fucking into you hard, and you curse yourself for forgetting how much stamina he has. The only hope you have to quell any potential noise complaints is to take his finger from your mouth and press your face into the pillow, muffling the cracked whines that pull from your throat. With each moment that he gets closer to the edge, his teeth sink in more, and you’re sure they’ll leave marks for days. 

You know he’s close from the way he grunts through gritted teeth, the way he pushes his cock deeper into you, tip practically kissing your cervix just slightly. When he does come, his full body weight is on you and his hand runs up into your hair so his fingers can thread through the strands and he’s pulling your head back with a rough tug. Sam nips your earlobe and you feel him spill into you–but he doesn’t let up. You can feel him everywhere, especially when his free hand snakes under your body and works your clit with dedicated precision until you’re squeezing his cock into overstimulation of his own. You come with a cry of his name, hands white-knuckling the sheets. You got exactly what you wanted, and you know for a fact that Sam got what he needed. 

Then it’s like a switch flips for Sam the second you come. His touches are gentle again and he’s pulling out so he can bring you close to him–maybe too close with how overstimulated you feel but you don’t pull away. You find the crook of his neck and dip your head to settle in, breathing in deep whilst your arms wrap around him. 

“Are you alright?” Sam asks gently, half-whispered, a hand seeking your hair to run it through gently. Soothing. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

You’re more than alright. Blissed out and satiated in the arms of Sam Winchester who was now so gentle that he seemed a far cry from the man who had you cheek down on the mattress just moments ago. The duality always amazes you. He senses you in a daze though, so he gives you a small ‘you still with me?’ nudge that pulls a sound of confirmation from your lips. You shake your head at his question. 

“You didn’t hurt me,” you say, pulling your head back just enough to gaze up into those hazel eyes of his, “that was– you’re amazing.” 

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“mister winchester, i need you to step away from these books, you’ve been staring at them for hours and even the best students need a break” sam heard your voice from the door, making him look up from the book he was reading, slightly confused at the way you were talking to him.

but his frown disappeared as soon as he saw you standing in the doorframe, wearing a tight white shirt unbuttoned enough to expose your cleavage, a short black pencil skirt that hugged all the right curves, sheer black garter tights and black heels.

a hair clip holding your messy bun and office siren glasses on your nose that gave you that sexy librarian look.

you swore you saw the sudden shift in this man’s eyes, the way they darkened instantly. but you weren’t going to complain, you have his attention just like you planned.

he tried to speak, tried to say anything, but everything stopped in his throat.

you couldn’t help but smirk a little, walking closer towards him, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor of the bunker’s library. “what’s the matter boy? cat got your tongue?” you teased, a low chuckle lingering in your throat.

you walked to the other side of the table, standing across from where he was sitting. his eyes shamelessly checking you out from head to toe.

you bent over, just casually leaning over, your hands resting flat against the wooden table. sam really couldn’t help his eyes dropping to how your tits hugged the black lace bra under your shirt.

“since you love being such a busy bee- i’ve got the perfect task for you” you spoke, tilting your head with a small mischievous smile on your lips.

sam raised a brow in confusion, he was intrigued of what you’ve planned next. dressing up as a sexy librarian, the little foreplay – is it his birthday or something?

next thing he knows is you crawl onto the table, in a slow seductive fashion. you reached out and grabbed him by his flannel, pulling him closer and giving him a teasing kiss on the lips.

sam didn’t fight, whatever you were doing was working on him like a magic spell. his mind focused on his girlfriend, not the lore.

you pulled him in even closer so you could whisper into his ear. “i need you to go and sit in that red chair for me” you ordered, turning his head towards the chair in the corner of the library.

sam was suspicious, but he wasn’t going to argue with you. he was too tired to question you right now.

he looked back into your eyes before pushing himself away from the table, standing up from his seat and walking towards the much softer looking chair and then sitting in it, letting out a little sigh of relief as his spine took a break from the hard wooden chair.

you slid down the table and walked towards him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, your hips swaying from side to side.

your hands rested on his thighs as you bent over to be his face level. “now, you will have to stay real quiet for this next part, it’s a library after all” you whispered the instructions before kneeling down in front of him, between his legs. your touch lingering, teasing him.

you noticed sam getting suddenly nervous, knowing anyone can simply walk in on you two. “sweetheart-“

“don’t make me go get the gag” you cut him off with a threat that gave him butterflies. he swallowed hard and nodded, complying to you.

“that’s what i thought” you smirked, your fingers playing with his belt and zipper. sam’s lips were slightly parted as his breathing grew uneven.

the risk of getting caught? he never knew he would be so into it. yet here he was, already getting hard at the thought itself.

you held eye contact with him as you took his already half hard cock out of his boxers. you spat into your hand and wrapped it round his shaft, slowly jerking him off to get him nice and ready.

“just relax for me darling, but remember to keep it down hm?” you whispered before licking his tip, making him let out a shaky breath.

your hand slowly moved up and down his hard cock, your thumb swiping the precum leaking from his tip and spreading it.

sam had a lot of pent up anger and stress, you could feel it radiating off of him, that’s why you didn’t want to toy with him for too long. your boy needed relief.

you took his tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue, wetting him further with your saliva. your hand worked at a steady pace, working the part of the cock you couldn’t possibly take into your small mouth.

he watched as your lips wrapped around his big cock, having the front row seat watching you struggle with his length.

sam bit his lip, trying to keep his breathing in check, but the way you sucked his tip made his hips jerk up. his big hand going to your hair, fingers tightly gripping your messy bun. “f-fuck..“ he whispered under his breath.

you took more of him in your mouth, using your tongue as your ultimate weapon while jerking the rest of his cock.

your hand and mouth moving quicker on him now, making it harder for him to stay absolutely quiet. your other hand caressed his inner thigh, adding more sensations to his sensitive nerves.

he couldn’t help but thrust his hips upwards into your mouth, watching you struggle taking more of him.

his hand guiding your head up and down at a quicker pace, looking at you with hooded eyes and mouth agape. “that’s it.. fuck- feels s’good” sam whimpered quietly.

“keep going baby.. please” his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as you gagged on his cock when he continued thrusting into your mouth, face fucking you to reach his orgasm.

you had a feeling sam wouldn’t be able to keep it down, and you were absolutely right.

your eyes teared up as he fucked your throat. his grip on your bun was painfully tight as he twitched in your mouth, signalling that he was away to bust a load in your mouth.

you pushed through the tears and the gagging, knowing it’ll be worth the taste of victory, or more like – taste of his sweet semen.

he stilled his hips and pulled your mouth off his cock with a small pop, shooting ropes of his white hot sticky seed across your face and glasses. sam couldn’t stop himself from letting out a strangled groan as he threw his head back onto the headrest of the chair.

you two suddenly heard a pair of heavy boots walking into the library, “sammy? you okay?” you heard his older brother call from the doorframe, thankfully there were two bookshelves that hid you from getting caught red handed.

sam’s eyes instantly shot open, stiffening his whole body as he heard his brothers voice.

“uh- yeah.. yeah! all good here” he stuttered, slightly panicky. you couldn’t help but cover your mouth so you wouldn’t giggle.

dean looked around to find a pile of unattended books on the table, he raised his brow and asked. “find anything yet?” stepping more inside the library, his slow footsteps giving both you and sam a mini heart attack.

sam quickly shoved his cock back in his pants but before he could buckle up dean was already standing there with an amused smirk.

dean wasn’t stupid, he could add up two and two together, the cum dripping down your face and glasses, the fact his brothers belt is undone while being out of breath. clearly you two were up to no good.

“well i’ll be damned sammy, in the library? guess it’s every nerds fantasy huh?” dean chuckled, shaking his head.

he pointed at you with his finger, “cute outfit, the cum adds a nice touch to it” he winked before turning on his heels and walking out the library.

“i’ll leave you kids be, let me know when you’re finished” you heard dean call before completely disappearing down the hall.

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He chuckles, sauntering over, jeans slung low on his hips. The bed creaks as he drops beside you, his weight dipping the mattress, pulling you closer. His hand finds your thigh, warm and rough, fingers tracing lazy circles that send a shiver up your spine. Not urgent, not desperate—just a slow burn, like whiskey settling in your veins.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, breath hot against your ear. His lips brush your neck, soft but deliberate, stoking a warmth that pools low in your belly.

You turn, straddling his lap, knees sinking into the bed. His hands grip your hips, steady but not demanding, letting you set the pace. “Missed you too, big guy,” you murmur, fingers threading through his messy hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. His eyes darken, pupils blown, but there’s no rush—just a quiet need, raw and real.

Your lips crash into his, slow and deep, tongues lazy but purposeful. He tastes like salt and coffee, a faint tang of the hunt still clinging to him. His stubble scrapes your chin, a delicious burn that makes you hum. You pull back, smirking, your forehead pressed to his. “Too tired, huh?”

He laughs, a low rumble that vibrates against your chest. “Yeah, but I still want you. That a crime?”

“No,” you whisper, nipping his bottom lip. “Just means we’re gettin’ creative.”

You shift, popping the button on your jeans, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Sam’s hands help, peeling the denim down your thighs, his calluses catching on your skin. You’re both sluggish, movements heavy, but there’s a rhythm to it, like a dance you’ve done a hundred times. His jeans follow, pooling at his ankles, and you settle back into his lap, feeling the hard heat of him through his boxers.

“Fuck, you’re warm,” he mutters, hands squeezing your ass, pulling you flush against him. His voice is a growl, rough with want but soft with trust.

You slide your panties aside, guiding him, slow and deliberate.

The stretch is familiar, a sweet ache that makes you both hiss.

You sink down, taking him fully, your walls fluttering around him. No movement, just connection—hot, pulsing, alive.

His head tips back, throat bobbing, a low moan slipping out. “Goddamn, sweetheart.” His hands roam your back, slipping under your tank top, fingers tracing the curve of your spine like he’s memorizing you. Your skin prickles, every touch electric, but you stay still, savoring the fullness, the way he fits like he was made for you.

You lean in, lips brushing his ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Just you and me, no bullshit.”

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes, voice thick, hands tightening on your hips.

His breath hitches, a soft gasp that makes your heart stutter. You clench around him, just to feel him twitch, to hear that quiet groan again.

His eyes meet yours, half-lidded, a lazy smile curling his lips. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

“Worth it,” you quip, rocking ever so slightly, just enough to make you both shudder.

The heat builds, slow and syrupy, like molasses dripping. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails biting skin, leaving crescent moons he’ll feel tomorrow. His hips shift, a tiny buck, and you both laugh—breathless, tired, but so fucking content.

The room fades, just you and him, the world a distant hum.

His heartbeat thuds against your chest, steady and strong, grounding you. Your breaths sync, shallow and warm, lips grazing each other’s in lazy kisses that taste like need and home. The pressure of him inside you is enough—intimate, overwhelming, perfect.

“Could stay like this forever,” he murmurs, voice soft, almost reverent. His thumb brushes your cheek, tender, like you’re something precious.

You smirk, nuzzling his jaw. “Careful, Winchester. Keep talkin’ sweet, I might not let you go.”

He chuckles, low and dirty. “Who says I want out?”

You both settle, bodies pressed close, heat shared, no need for more. The night’s heavy, but this—this is light, easy, yours.

You stood beside your brothers, a few steps back from Castiel and, that thing. You were planning on getting to Crowley but apparently Meg had to hold you up. You put up with it since she was about to go face to face with some hellhounds but you were still a little pissed.

Then she kissed Cas.

She kissed Cas.

How the hell could she kiss Cas?! She's an evil, disgusting bitch. Not to mention a demon. You were fumming, about to rip her off him and feed her straight to the hellhounds when he kissed her back.

Intensely.

Full on up against the wall making out. You had no idea he thought of her like that. You were under the impression that he couldn't think of anyone like that. You accepted that, even though your thoughts drifted from time to time. You thought about what it would be like if he liked you like that. Often. Even if it was someone else, you'd be heartbroken but you'd shove your emotions down and bottle them up, just like Dean taught you. But her? That shattered your heart more than you could've imagined. You could try to accept that he didn't love you, but throwing you over for a demon that's tried to kill the lot of you multiple times? That was cold.

You stood there frozen still as they finally parted. You couldn't even think of moving, breathing was hard enough as it was. It was like you were stuck in time, it took Dean shaking you to break you out of it.

"Y/n? Y/n! C'mon, what's wrong with you?"

You shook your head slightly, trying to bring your thoughts back to once and for all getting rid of Crowley "Uh, um, n-nothing. Le-let's go burn a bitch"

"Y/n, are you alright?" Sam asked softly.

A few weeks ago Sam finally caught on. He noticed your lingering glances towards Cas, the way you'd look at him like he was something precious to forever be treasured, to you he was. Sam didn't say anything about it, he could tell you were trying to push those feelings down, the Winchester way.

"C'mon kid, we gotta go" Dean patted you on the back, leading you in with the two of them.

You followed then and everything went pretty much as planned, Crowley was gone for good now.

As you were walking back to the car, you noticed Cas wasn't with you, Sam, Dean and Meg. You split off from the group, going through a hallway you'd seen him duck down before. You continued down the dark corridor until you saw Cas sitting down with his head hung low, a hand running from his hair down his face.

"Cas?" Your voice was quiet but it cut thought the silence hard, startling him slightly.

"Y/n" He stood up, moving his hands awkwardly before resting them behind his back "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you"

"I just needed to…clear my thoughts"

"Fair enough, sucking face with a demon's gotta mess you up a little" You snarked as you begun to turn away.

Cas tilted his head, confusion painting his features "Are you upset?"

"No. Why would I be?"

"Was that, sarcasm?"

You rolled your eyes. His confusion towards human customs usually made your heart melt, but you were a little too pissed off to think he was adorable right now.

"Y/n wait" He grabbed your wrist, you could feel the electricity already.

Damn that Angel.

You turned around and were met with his eyes searching yours. He didn't know what he was looking for yet, but he knew he had to try and find something.

"If something is wrong, please tell me"

You looked down, eyes glued to your feet so you wouldn't have to look at his.

"It didn't have to be me" You muttered "I just don't see why you had to kiss her"

His head tilted further, the slightest whisper of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Y/n, are you jealous?"

"What? No! Of course I'm not, that'd be ridiculous"

"Oh" He said, looking slightly disappointed.

"W-why oh?"

"Um, nothing, we should keep go-"

"Did you want me to be jealous?"

"No, I'd never wish those feelings upon you"

"But?"

"But, I can't say I was disappointed when I thought you were"

You looked at him a little shocked and he immediately thought he offended you.

"Not that you should be or that that was a good thing I just-" He paused, gathering himself "I thought that you cared, and I liked that"

"I do care"

"You do?"

"I do. It killed me when I saw you kissing her, when I saw you enjoying it"

"I didn't enjoy it. At least, not as much as I thought I would. I think that's because I thought it would be with you"

"You did?"

"Yes"

"I kind of thought it would be too, or maybe hoped"

He took a step closer to you, you could feel the heat radiating off each other's bodies.

"Y/n, may I kiss you?"

"Please do"

His lips met yours, soft at first, cautious, exploring. Before you knew it, you both grew hungrier, lips crashing and teeth clashing. Your hands travelled up his arms and gripped his neck, your fingers grasping at his hair. His hands were tight on your waist, not enough to leave a bruise but enough to be reassuring, so you knew he was there and he wasn't planning on letting go.

In a second, you were against the wall. The cold brick scraped lightly against your back but you didn't care. You just pulled him in closer, until his body was pressed flush to yours. One of his hands drifted from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek gently while still pulling you closer than you thought possible.

You finally parted, breathless and gasping for air. You looked into his eyes, their regular glowing blue clouded over.

"Are you still jealous?" He asked, his tone almost teasing. Dean was rubbing off on him.

You smirked, biting your lip "A little bit"

He leaned back in, capturing your lips in another kiss.

You could deal with being 'jealous' for the rest of your life if this was the way Castiel made up for it.

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