SLACKJAW

a/n: this was in my drafts for a week so here i am finishing it. obviously it started after multiple glasses of wine

thinking about bully!caleb. like, not only was there the confusing tragedy of his supposed death, which you had grieved in your own way, but his return had whipped you in the face entirely. ever since your childhood, you'd never understood caleb. how he could be so charming and charismatic but so mean to you. it makes sense when he returns -- you think you see his true colors when he's dressed as the colonel. he's crueller than he used to be. back when you were teenagers, he always tiptoed the line between brother and stranger.

he'd done everything a brother could do. cooked for you, picked you up from school, forced you to hang back on the bleachers during basketball practice when josephine was busy at work. caleb would be particular about his attention to you, teasing you for your nerdy interests, all the while clenching his jaw every time one of his friends wanted to know more about you.

when caleb returns, he's completely different. he apologizes. he has you stay with him in skyhaven more often than not, utilizes your previous diagnoses to get you off work because obviously, you're unstable from the year he was gone. he just wants to take care of you. he's your gege, after all.

you almost forget that this is the same boy who would pull your hair and stick gum in it. the same boy who manipulated you into kissing him on the mouth when you were thirteen as an excuse to "practice," only for him to laugh in your face.

you're so timid, mei mei, he says now. anyone else would eat you alive, you know. you're lucky gege was your first. you know i'll always keep you safe.

this is how caleb loves you. your gege wants nothing but the best for you, knows you better than anyone else. he was only mean so you'd build character, and you did. you're tough despite being weak for him. you're so tough that you fight him off the first time he touches you -- how cute. gege just wants to make up for the time that's passed, can't you see?

the first time he fucked you, you cried. it's not his fault that he got addicted to seeing you like that.

right now, you're so cute, acting like you're mad at him. just because he came home late from drinks with the fleet. naturally he's tipsy. when he asks you what's wrong, part of your explanation is that your distrust increased after he came back. he left you alone -- how could he? and now he thinks he can just waltz back into your life? he'd been so controlling since he came back, and now you're left to wait up for him past midnight like a concerned wife. you don't mention all the small, awful things he did to you when you were kids, because every conflict would end with you in his arms. you didn't know how to be any other way but his.

"get out of my room, caleb," you grumble, but he's already on your bed. "seriously, i'm going to sleep."

"oh yeah? in your room that i furnished just for you?" he taunts. "i paid for these sheets, baby. i paid for everything."

"you're acting like i don't have a job."

"and you're acting like an ungrateful little brat. but it's okay. i'm not mad. i know you like it when it's a fight, yeah?"

your brother is heavy on top of you. you can feel the weight of his cock on your lower stomach, which doesn't help the growing slick that's already permeating between your thighs. your mind is blank as he peels off your shorts and your underwear.

"such a pretty pussy," caleb hums. "you're already wet."

"caleb, don't -- aah!" you squeal out when his tongue plunges into your cunt without preamble. his large hands pin down your hips as they buck up, leaving your thighs shaking. he's messy when he eats, groaning as he mouths in between your folds and sucks on your clit.

you wail at the sensation, completely overwhelmed. "shh, s'okay, baby," caleb slurs. "gege will make it better."

you sob out his name as you cum, your willpower shattering. he's able to rip at least two more orgasms from you before he even gets inside. the sound of your own wetness makes your stomach hot with shame.

"caleb, caleb, please -- no more --"

"c'mon, crybaby," he coos. "wanna make sure you're not mad anymore. don't you love me?"

"yes," you sob, "m'not mad. l-love you--"

your babbling tapers off into a whimper when you feel him push inside you. you hate that it's the best thing you've ever felt.

"shit. tight, baby."

you watch him in a daze, the furrow of his brow collecting sweat as he concentrates on fucking you. the harsh snap of his hips takes the breath from your lungs. he's so fucking thick, your gege. thicker than anyone you've had, though you'd rather die than admit to him that he is not your first.

"talk to me, pips," caleb hums. "feel good? be a good girl and answer me."

"g-good," you gasp. "feels so good--"

"mm. i'm so much bigger than you, thought i'd break you by now. but you're so -- hah -- so strong, baby. my good girl takes my cock like a champ."

you think, distantly, that the nicest he is to you is when he's inside you.

you feel him pump into you with more vigor. he sets an erratic pace as he lifts up from the crook of your neck and holds you by the waist. handles you like a rag doll. your stomach twists when you watch him pant, his dog tags jangling against his uniform. meanwhile, you're bare underneath him. when had he taken all your clothes off?

"thought about you all day at work," caleb mumbles, groaning lowly as he watches his cock go in and out of you. "you worry me, y'know? you've been so quiet lately, baby. makes me wanna fuck you until you scream."

the depravity of his tone pushes you over the edge without warning. his tip hits your cervix with near precision repeatedly, your orgasm firing all of your senses in ecstasy.

"hhnn-- gege--" you whine, tears running down your face.

"fuuuck, did you just cum? already? you're too fucking cute."

he grins like a predator before he flips you over.