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☆ LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

☆ CALEB

✧˖° fratboy!caleb series ice cream cake (1) teach me how to scream (2) ✧˖° meanie!caleb overstim until you tap out

☆ RAFAYEL

✧˖° p☆rnstar!raf series camera ready? (1) ✧˖° meanie!rafayel (under construction)

☆ XAVIER

✧˖° meanie!xavier jealousy

☆ SYLUS

✧˖° meanie!sylus sweet as pie

♡ warnings: fratboy!caleb x cheating fem!reader, toxic, possessiveness, smoking, daddy, humiliation, praise, degrading, overstimulation, a little angsty

♡ part 3 of fratboy!caleb series, thank you for being so patient with me dollies ilysm

“You wanna walk with me? He said he’s pulling up outside,” your friend asked, voice slightly raspy from the cough she’d been holding in after her last hit of the blunt. It didn’t feel like much of a request, though. The look on her face as she stood next to the front door, shrugging on a jacket, certainly said, ‘You’re walking with me whether you want to or not.’

Reluctantly, you stood up from your spot on the couch, which you were fairly certain you’d worn a dent in by this point. There were four of you in the living room—your best friend, her friend, and her friend’s friend. The names of the former two had faded from your mind hours ago, but at least you all had one thing in common: none of you had anywhere to go for winter break. You hadn’t bothered to ask why no one else was going home, not wanting to intrude, but everyone certainly knew why you were still on campus.

You wrapped the fuzzy blanket around you that had been thrown over the back of the sofa, too lazy to find your coat, and slid on a pair of slippers. As the two of you walked out of the apartment, leaves crunched beneath your feet, the air chilling you more than you’d expected.

“Where do you even know this guy from?” you said, your breath freezing mid-air.

“Uhh he was my lab partner in bio freshman year. He never really showed up, and he was kind’ve an ass,” she responded nonchalantly. “At least he’s not bad to look at.” The latter comment made the picture a bit clearer in your mind—the way you could see her eyes lighting up in your peripheral vision connected some of the dots.

“Mmmmh, well, if you were fucking him, we’d better get a discount on the weed.” She laughed at your comment, but you weren’t really joking. Anytime there was a break and all the campus plugs had gone home to spread holiday cheer or whatever it is that plugs do for winter break, they’d all jack the prices up—supply and demand, you know. Regardless, you didn’t have enough to last you guys the rest of the week—and this holiday situation was certainly something you weren’t going to face sober.

“Oh, I think that’s him,” she said, much to your relief, as the brisk air had worn through your makeshift robe already. Your thighs were barely covered by your pajama shorts—you were almost positive you’d catch a cold.

She pointed to a black Charger that was parked across the lot, ducked off beneath some trees, its windows tinted so dark, you could see your reflection in them. You were fixated on digging around in your pocket, searching for the ten-dollar bill that you’d crumpled up before you’d left.

The closer you got to the car, you could feel the bass of the music blaring through its speakers in your chest. Your friend had to tap on the window a few times to get the driver’s attention. You heard the window roll down, the smell of little cheap black-ice christmas trees and weed filled your nostrils. You were still on the hunt for the money when you heard a familiar voice.

“Well well well…” Your stomach dropped. Surely, when you looked up, you weren’t going to see who you thought you were going to see. “Long time no see, huh, stranger?” Indeed, it was him, and when your eyes locked for the first time, all you could see was that shit-eating grin that always seemed to be glued to his face.

caleb: yes, this isn’t even debatable don’t pmo

xavier: ehh he’s not opposed but i think he likes to be called sir he gives strict dom

rafayel: he likes it but won’t admit it and he makes fun of you for saying it

zayne: y’all don’t wanna hear this… but no. i think he’s a soft brat tamer but he does not want you to call him daddy lmaoooo

“Can I take these off, baby?” he whispered in your ear, immediately noticing how you tensed up when his thumb slid under the waistband of your panties.

“We can stop if you want. I promise I won’t be upset—I’d be happy just to keep kissing you all night, really,” he said before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You knew he meant it too. He’d say it every time this happened—when it seemed like it was about to happen only for it to end up not happening.

“It’s not that. I want to, really. It’s just…” you struggled to find the words. Caleb suddenly became hyperaware of the fact that he was still on top of you.

“Fuck—I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to like put any pressure on you or anything.” He went to change positions, thinking that he was making you uncomfortable, but you grabbed his wrist to still him.

“You’re not pressuring me. I’m just uhh… nervous, I guess.”

“Nervous about what? Are you afraid it’s gonna hurt or something? I’d go as slow as you wanted me to. I would never want to hurt you.” He was speaking so earnestly, worried that you would ever think that he wouldn’t do his best to take care of you.

“I’m worried that you won’t… you know," you whispered, still not finishing a complete though. That was when he saw the way your body was closing in on itself as he looked you up and down.

“Do you think I won’t like your body or something?” he was dumbfounded, truly confused by the notion. You were too nervous to even agree that he was right, the entire situation making you feel awkward. You were crawling in your skin.

“Look at me.” You were snapped out of your spiraling thoughts when he cupped your face, turning your head so your eyes locked on his. “You are… perfect—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. How could I not be in love with your body?”

“It’s not that. Thinking I’m beautiful, and like—I don’t know, being turned on by me aren’t the same thing,” your eyes wandered away from his face as he spoke, your stomach in knots from the confession. The air in the room felt thick, like it was choking you—at least that was the case, until you heard Caleb burst out into a fit of laughter.

You were shocked at the reaction. You looked back at him to find him genuinely hysterical.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he gasped out between cackles. You were in disbelief, pushing his chest back, which didn’t move him at all.

“Oh fuck you—get off of me at this point,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“No no no wait, I’m sorry. I’m just so confused. That’s what this is about? I haven’t been 'trying' to have sex with you because I didn’t want to pressure you. I was trying to be a gentleman, but it damn sure wasn’t because I didn’t want to see you naked. Why wouldn’t I be turned on by you?”

“I don’t know it’s just like… seeing me naked is different. What if—I don’t know what if you think my vagina looks weird or something.” The use of the formal term almost made him start laughing again.

“Baby, it's not supposed to look one way or another. I'm not thinking about hair or what color it is or anything other than being inside of it, if I'm honest. Look, gimme your hand,” he said, pulling your fingers down between the two of your bodies, pressing your hand against his crotch. Even through his thick sweatpants, you could still feel how hard he was beneath your palm.

“This is how much you turn me on, and you still have all your clothes on. Imagine how bad I’ll want you when I can finally see all of you.” He entangled your fingers with his. Seeing that you still weren't fully convinced, he continued.

“If you don’t want to have sex with me because you’re not ready, then that’s one thing, and I understand, really, I’ll wait as long as you need me to. But if it’s just because you’re worried about what I’ll think about your body, then honestly, that’s insane.” You nodded weakly.

“So tell me... do you want me to take these panties off?” his finger slid under your waistband again. This time, though, you wanted him to keep going.

“Yes,” you whispered. He nodded, moving from between your legs, slowly kissing his way down your body. Your chest was still covered by one of his big t-shirts, but he didn’t try to take it off, only wanting to do what you asked. He just lifted it a little bit, pressing a kiss just below your belly button while his hands snaked down your body.

“Lift up a little for me.” You lifted your butt off of the bed just enough for him to slide your panties all the way down, tossing them across the room. He noticed the way your thighs tensed up now that you were fully bare in front of him.

“You gotta spread your legs for me a little bit. Please, let me see you,” he whispered, gently guiding your thighs apart. You could feel a cold gust of air brush against your pussy as he opened your legs.

“Oh my god… look at you. You’re already so wet, baby. I’m just gonna spread your lips a little—just like this. Fuckkk—this pussy is dripping for me. She’s so fucking pretty too, sweetheart. Can’t believe you were hiding her from me all this time.” His words only made you ache even more, a soft whine escaping your mouth at the sight of him looking at you so directly like this. He thought it was so cute how he could see your little hole clench and open back up while he studied it.

“Aw, I think she likes when I talk to her, huh? She’s begging me to put something inside—is that what you want, baby?” You nodded, a little more excitedly than you wanted to let on.

“Okay, I’ll help you out a little then. Let me just see if I can get you a little wetter first, yeah?” He leaned into you, thumbs holding your lips open, his mouth only an inch away from you before he spoke up again. “Don’t look away.”

That’s when it happened—Caleb licked your pussy. You had dreamed of this moment more times than you could count, but it was somehow better than you could’ve imagined. He moaned at the taste of your juices on his tongue.

“This pussy is so fucking sweet too. You wanna do something for me, baby?” he asked, reaching one of his free hands up to your lips. “Suck on my fingers and get em wet for me. Gotta make sure everything is nice and slippery so my fingers slide in easy, yeah? Come on—open up for me.” He moaned as he felt your lips wrap around two of his fingers, the feeling of your tongue swirling around them getting him painfully hard.

“Fuckkk look at that. You look so sexy like this—the way your legs twitch when I kiss you righttt here.” You bucked against him as he pressed a soft kiss to your clit. “Aw there it is. Is this the spot you want me to lick? Yeah? Right here, baby? What if I suck on it a little bit?” He pulled your clit into his mouth, gently sucking and licking on it as your whines were muffled by his fingers.

“Okay gimme my hand back, baby. I think you’re almost ready—fucking dripping all over the bed already.” He watched in awe as he slid his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva keeping the two of you connected. “You did such a good job for me. Got my fingers so wet. I’m gonna try to put one in, okay?” He checked your face for any hesitation, but all he saw was you nodding, wide-eyed. You were one second away from flat-out begging him. He pressed a soft kiss on your thigh, reveling in the way you whined as his soaked fingers slid up and down your slit before pressing his middle finger against your entrance.

“Okay, take a deep breath in for me… good job. Now let it out—“ he whispered, slowly inching the tip of his finger inside of you. He didn’t get very far though, after only getting to his first knuckle, he noticed your thighs stiffening beneath him, your pussy clenching too tight for him to move. “Don’t tense up on me, sweetheart. You’ve been doing so good letting me play with you. Try to relax a little bit, don’t focus on my finger right now. Focus on my tongue, yeah?” Once he brought his mouth back down, suckling on your clit, it was indeed, impossible to focus on anything else. You couldn’t help but push yourself against him, his finger now effortlessly sliding the rest of the way in.

“Mmmhmmm shit, look at how my finger disappeared inside of you. This pussy is sucking me in so good. I’m gonna keep sucking your clit, yeah? You wanna do something else for me?” You nodded fervently, eager to do anything else he asked if it meant his long finger would keep sliding in and out of your cunt like this. “Yeah? Lift your shirt up. I wanna watch you play with those tits for me.” He used his free hand to push your shirt up a little further, slightly exposing your stomach. You grabbed it from him, pushing it all the way up—your body now completely naked. Meanwhile, Caleb still had all of his clothes on, and if it hadn’t been for the way he was fucking you with his fingers so slow and deep, that fact probably would’ve bothered you.

“Baby, they’re so fucking pretty. They’re perfect…everything about you is just so damn perfect.” He spoke again, words making your eyes roll into the back of your head, his voice so deep and melodic that anything he said was getting you embarassingly wet. “Pinch your nipples a little—just like that fuckkk, you grip me so tight when you do that.” He, too, was getting embarrassingly turned on, pre-cum soaking his pants just from the sight of watching you toy with your swollen nipples, your pussy fluttering around his finger whenever you gripped them a little too hard.

“I think I can get another finger inside now. You wanna try?” he asked, taking the opportunity to spit on your pussy, letting his saliva drip from your clit, lubing up your entrance just a little more—as if you weren’t wet enough already. In Caleb’s mind, though, it was better safe than sorry. You agreed to his proposal, all of your earlier anxieties completely gone by now.

“You’re—mmh—tighter than I thought. It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He kept checking, noticing the way your face scrunched up a little as he stretched you open with his second finger. You weren’t cringing in pain though—you were getting so desperate to be filled now. Suddenly, the foreplay was becoming more aggravating that you thought it was worth. You needed to feel his cock inside of you now.

“Pleaseeee please…just put it in already.” Your voice broke, the humiliation of having to beg making the words catch in your throat. He just shook his head, though, not even bothering to look away from your cunt to make eye contact anymore.

“Mmmh I don’t think I’m gonna be able to fit, today. You’re just so fucking tight—I can barely get my fingers in and out. Let’s just stay like this, yeah? I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart,” he said, outright denying you. You couldn’t even protest, the sensation of his fingers curling inside of you now, thrusting themselves against your g-spot making it hard to think straight—only small whimpers leaving your lips.

“Don’t whine, baby. Be good, just focus on this pussy for me. You’re stretching open so well for me. I just gotta train you a little bit more, huh? You’ll be ready to take my dick in no time.”

“But, I want to make you feel good too, Caleb.”

“Don’t worry about me—I just want you to cum. That’ll make me feel good, yeah?” He meant it too. You could tell just how focused he was. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried to study which ways he could move his fingers to make you moan the loudest. You were painfully close, but something was missing. Just as he was about to wrap his lips around your clit again, growing impatient to see you finish, you reached your hand out. Your fingers limply pushed against his forehead, which was slick with sweat.

“Come up here, please…kiss me.”

“Aw, you want a kiss, baby? You’re so cute. You need me to kiss you so you can cum? I can do that for you, sweet girl.” It wasn’t until he brought his face closer to yours, his hand still between your legs, that you noticed that he was even harder than before now. A damp spot on his pants brushed against your leg.

He grabbed your face, capturing your lips in a kiss. His tongue slid in and out of your mouth, with his fingers thrusting into your cunt. The faster he moved, the more he felt you moan into his mouth, your walls spasming against his fingers as he kept pressing against your spot.

“Come on, that’s it. I can feel you clenching again. Think this pussy’s ready to cum for me. Yeah? You wanna cum on my fingers like a good girl?“ He’d finally found the rhythm that made your squeal against him. You were begging again now, pleading for him not to change his pace—he didn’t. Instead, he curled his fingers, as if he was actually trying to dig the cum out of you with his hand.

“Give it to me. Please cum for me, baby. I wanna know what you taste like when you cum. Let me have it. Yeah? Right here? What’s gonna happen if I keep finger-fucking this spot, huh?”

“Fuckkk—I’m gonna cum, Caleb.”

“You are? Well then do it for me. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers. It’s okay—don’t think about it, just let go for me. Let me this pretty pussy cum—pretty fucking virgin pussy cumming for me for the first time. She’s doing such a good job taking my fingers. Just like that—awww there it is, baby.” Your back arched off of the bed, as you came. His mouth moved to pop one of your nipples between his lips while you came around his fingers. He was moaning in time with you, noticing how you got tighter around him whenever you heard him whine into your ear.

“Gooood girl, that’s it. Keep cumming for me,” he whispered against your skin, as he slid his fingers out of you. Instead, using his palm to rub you through your orgasm, letting you soak his entire wrist. Your nipples were bucking against his tongue while you squirmed underneath him.

“It’s okay. I got you… shhh, you’re okay.” When it finally became too much, his touch now overstimulating you, you grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from your cunt.

“Good job, you came so pretty for me. I bet your cum tastes so sweet too.” As you gasped to catch your breath, you watched as he brought his fingers up to his lips, licking your juices off of his hand.

"I was right," he whispered.

“You sure you don’t want to try? Putting it in, I mean? I feel bad that you didn’t—” he cut you off, immediately seeing what you were worried about.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m just glad you trusted me to touch you. Thank you for letting me be with you like this.” His took his time feathering kisses across your skin, up your chest, across your collarbone, up your neck, until he reached your lips once again—giving you another deep kiss before speaking up.

“Hey, did you need me to iron something for you? I was gonna’ do my shirt, so—” You listened, turning towards the bathroom door as the honeyed voice came to a halt. There he was, leaning against the wooden door frame, his muscled torso on full display, a white-collared dress shirt draped over his shoulder. His pants were held up by a fine leather belt that hung loosely around his hips, the buckle undone. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, its notes of cedarwood and lavender softly calming your hectic spirit.

“No, I’m good. Thanks.” His brow furrowed at the abnormally dry response, his violet eyes studying you as you frantically hurried around the small space, makeup and hair both half done. The dress that he’d seen in only five minutes earlier was balled up in a corner on the tiled floor now, your skin only covered by a matching black lace set. He was almost drooling at the sight, opting to bite his full bottom lip to keep himself from doing so.

“Everything okay, baby?” His tone was cautious, testing the temperature of the room. You didn’t bother to meet his gaze, too busy wracking your brain to put together a different outfit—or maybe you needed to change your hair? Should you even bother going at all? Maybe you should suddenly pretend to have a stomachache.

“I’m fine, just rushed.” Another short answer.

“There’s no rush, sugar. They can’t start without us after all.” You gave him a soft laugh, brushing off the comment, but he was right. This night was about him after all—a ceremony awarding him for his accomplishments with the fleet this past year. He’d been going over his speech with you tirelessly every day for the last week, picking apart every line one by one until it was perfect. This was Caleb’s night, so why were you the one feeling so much pressure?

“Hey, look at me for a second.” You did, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you ran another coat of lipstick over your bottom lip, suddenly questioning the color.

“You can tell me what’s wrong, ya’ know. We don’t have to go.” You shook your head in dismissal, breaking the eye contact that was quickly making something well up in your chest, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes against your will.

“Of course, we have to go, Caleb. I’m going—I want to go, I’m just trying to hurry up.”

“What was wrong with the last dress? Or the four before that?” He wasn’t teasing you but genuinely asking as he searched for your attention in the mirror again, to no avail. A single tear fell from your eye, effortlessly ruining your makeup, a line of foundation erased as you tried not to let any more escape.

“They just weren’t right. Nothing is fitting right for some reason.” He wasted no time moving over to you, shirt falling to the floor in the process, but he didn’t care. His eyes were locked on you, noticing the way your face slowly crumpled, head hanging as if there was a thousand-pound weight holding you down.

“Don’t cry, baby. Hey, hey, shh…” His arms wrapped around you, his toned chest pressed into your back, the warmth of his skin inescapable as he held you as tight as he could. Your body gently shook against him as you let the tears fall freely now, the thought of ruining Caleb’s night making your heart even heavier.

“You could wear a burlap sack and you’d still be the most beautiful thing in any room, you know that, right? Why are you being so mean to my pretty girl, hm?” His soft palm snaked its way across your chest and neck, cupping your wet cheek, sticking your skin to his. He gently lifted your chin, your reflection staring back at his now.

“Tell me what you didn’t like about the red dress.” You subconsciously shrank against him at the question, the visual of your bare skin against him, only covered by the thin pieces of fabric, sending shivers down your spine. The little hairs on the back of your neck stood up, ears growing hot—you were so vulnerable like this.

“Be honest with me this time. Please,” he said, voice honeyed, almost begging as he craned his head down, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and pressing a feather-light kiss to your face.

“My- my shoulders…they looked too wide in it.” His eyes grew wide at the confession before they shifted down in the mirror, locking onto your shoulders. He left another kiss on your cheek, then your jaw, your neck, trailing them across your collarbone before his full lips finally lingered against the back of your shoulder. Your head slowly fell again, before you heard his voice,

“Don’t look away, sugar.”  You watched his slender fingers graze across your skin, faintly dancing over your shoulders along with his lips, which were still peppering kisses over your frame. Your breath hitched at the sight of his body against yours, a tall and muscular physique towering over you, making you look so fragile in his grasp.

“What was wrong with the pink outfit, hm? I think I liked that one the best.” Your eyes rolled at the question, which Caleb caught in the mirror. You hated the way you looked in the pink dress. The outfit was accentuating every curve, the short length hugging your thighs just a little too tightly. You felt so… naked in that dress—every flaw you’d seen in the mirror on full display in that gown.

“My body just doesn’t look good in it.”

“Your body looks amazing in anything. If I didn’t think I’d want to break the bones of any man that looked, I’d suggest you go just like this.” His eyes were not the same when they met this time. They were dark, pupils enlarged, darkening his irises. He looked hungry at the sight of you, like a vampire that hadn’t fed in weeks. His lips watered at the thought of devouring you, getting to see sweat glistening on your bare chest, nipples hardened under his rough fingertips, back arched as he pressed himself into you. The thing he loved the most though was your faces, the way your mouth hung open, bottom lip almost bleeding from how hard your teeth grinded against it as you tried to silence your moans, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes that were desperate to escape once he hit just the right spot inside of your soft walls. Your face and body were the things he dreamed about in his sleep, but they were also what would keep him up at night while you were away. They were the things that made him fist his cock, eyes shut tight as he pictured the artwork known as his girl. He was ravenous for you—always, so why couldn’t you see what he did? Why didn’t the lamb understand what made the lion so hungry for it, what made him hunt day and night just for a taste?

You couldn’t help but notice the way his clothed cock hardened against you. He didn’t grind against you like you wanted; his focus was instead on getting his fingers on every inch of you. Your gaze fell again, embarrassment heating your cheeks at the sight of his digits languidly sliding underneath the cups of your bra.

“I won’t tell you again. Look up.” You did. Your core grew wetter, dampening the fabric of your panties at the contact.

“You know…” His free hand ghosted over your spine, causing you to shiver at his touch as he unclasped your bra, freeing your flesh. A small moan escaped his lips at the reveal. His fingers quickly found your breasts, large hands cupping them, much to his enjoyment.

“I’d kill anyone who talked badly about you. I would never let anyone speak about my girl the way that you do.” A harsh pinch to your nipple, forcing your chest to push out towards the mirror, your perfect French manicure gripping the edge of the marble countertop. The sight was absolutely sinful.

“So why do you think that you should be the exception, huh? Do you think you’re above the rules?” Caleb rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingers, reveling in the way you writhed beneath his touch.

“No…” You whined, head slowly falling forward at the sensation, your body going limp against his.

“No? Apologize then.” His voice was harsh, suddenly, as you felt your muscles give way, gaze being forced back to the mirror against your will as he used his evol against you. He did say he wouldn’t ask again; instead, he would make you look.

“I-I’m sorry,” It was barely audible, strained out between your soft moans as you pushed your ass against the man behind you, unabashedly wanting to feel some sort of friction between your thighs.

“No no no, not to me. Apologize to my baby, hm?  Look at her and say you’re sorry for being mean.” You tried to turn your head away at the humiliating request, but it was no use; you were practically immobilized between his arms. You looked at yourself in the mirror, body essentially laid bare, chest heaving, ass grinding against Caleb like a bitch in heat.

“I’m sorry for being mean.”

“Aww how nice. See, I knew you could be sweet for daddy. You always listen so well, my obedient, pretty girl.” His right hand left your chest feeling cold as middle and index  fingers found themselves pressed against your lips.

“Get 'em wet for me, baby. Go ahead, it’s okay.” So you listen—you let your lips part, sucking his fingers between them, running your tongue in circles around his knuckles as he slides them in and out of your mouth. “Fuck… you look so good.”

“You want my fingers somewhere else? Been grinding this pussy against me like you need something. Do you want me to make you feel good, hm? Will that make my pretty girl stop crying?” He was mocking you, reveling in the way you squirmed against him as he pressed your hips into the counter.

“Caleb… please,” You said, words muffled by his thick fingers pushing down against your tongue, your saliva dripping halfway down his arm at this point.

“But you’re so mean, baby. Only nice girls get treats. Are you gonna be nice from now on? Gonna treat my pretty girl better?” He watched as your reflection nodded up and down, pretty little eyes closed tightly, nose scrunched up like a bunny. He was in awe at this sight—he almost wanted to give you your reward without making you work for it...almost.

“Answer me, baby. C’mon, be good for me… please,” His words were strained, like he was getting off just as much as you were without even being touched. It made your knees buckle a little beneath you, forcing your limp fingers to grip around his forearm, desperately searching for some stability.

“Yes yes  I’ll be nice. I promise. Just touch me, please.” With that, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, your spit glistened around his digits as they traveled slowly down your body, leaving you painted in your own wetness.

“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his wet fingers slid beneath the edge of your panties.

“Fuck this pussy’s so wet already. I can feel this little clit’s already excited; she’s so swollen. Aw, does it hurt, baby?” His muscled thigh forced its way between your legs, spreading them wider as his fingers lightly toyed with your most sensitive spot, soaked fingers rubbing on each side of your clit. Your hole clenched around nothing, juices spilling out against the fabric, desperately wanting to be filled, hungry.

“Look so pretty when you don’t get what you want though. Maybe this is all you should get, huh? After all, mean girls shouldn’t be rewarded, should they?” You squirmed even more at his words, trying to force his fingers to move faster or press against you harder—something. Caleb was having none of it though, his big hand gripping your waist, pinning you still. Whines fell from between your lips at the denial.

“Didn’t you just say you would be good? Were you lying to me again or does this messy hole between your legs make it so you can’t think straight? Don’t tell me my fingers barely touching you makes you this dumb, darling. That’s cute… but a little pathetic, don’t you think?” He sloppily kissed your skin between words, teeth nipping against the flesh, tongue lapping at your wounds, only to bite into you again.

“I guess you can’t think. Is that it? You need me to tell you what to do, hm?” You nodded uncontrollably, that heavy weight moving your muscles against your control once again.

“Aw, aren't you my pretty girl with the sloppy cunt? Say it.” His thumb found your clit now, hovering over it, just barely touching the aching button… but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until you did what he told you to.

“Caleb, please…”

“No more whining. If you’re not saying what I told you to, then you shouldn’t be speaking at all. Say you’re my pretty girl.” He freed your waist, certain that you wouldn’t disobey when he had you like this. His hand made its way to your half-styled hair now, gripping it, as he pushed your face closer to the mirror, your body bent over the sink, reflection painfully close.

You said it… but not the way he wanted you to. Your eyes were on him, words barely audible, attitude palpable through the statement. Without warning the warmth of his fingers on your cunt was quickly gone as he slipped his fingers out of your panties to deliver a swift slap to your clit over the fabric. You screamed out at the painful sensation, which only resulted in another smack against your cunt.

“Do it the right way. Look at my girl while you tell her she’s pretty and mean it.”  You looked at your reflection, chest bare, sweat staining your skin, hair messy from the way Caleb’s fingers gripped it forcing you not to look away. Your eyes were glazed over, lipstick smudged onto your chin—you were a mess, but you said it.

“I- I’m your pretty girl.” Not even a second passed after the words left your lips before Caleb slid the crotch of your panties to the slide, fingers pressing all the way against you now. His middle finger, still wet from the impromptu blowjob you’d given it, made its way into your tight hole inch by inch.

“See what happens when you’re not a fucking brat? Don’t you know that only good girls get what they want?” You nodded, your head feeling fuzzy as his thick finger forced itself between your walls, their length allowing his to brush against your g-spot with hardly any effort.

“Say it again.” You did, looking yourself in the eyes once again.

“That’s right. You’re my pretty girl who listens so well. My god, you are fucking perfect.” You were rewarded with another finger amongst the praise, but he hadn’t touched your clit again. He knew that the second he did, you would fall apart in his arms. He just wasn’t quite done playing with you yet.

“Aw, my baby gets so fucking dumb when her holes get filled. How cute… you having trouble with your words again? What is it, sugar? Come on, tell me, you can do it.” His lips were so close to your ear as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. His tone was sweet, slightly higher in pitch, as if he were calling out for a stray dog to come eat a treat out of his palm. The condescending sound made you whine out once again, just like a puppy would.

“Poor baby, am I not giving you what you want? Am I being mean to you?” His fingers quickened as he watched you pant, your palms flattened out against the mirror as he rocked you back and forth against his hand.

“Caleb, please touch me.”

“I’m already touching you silly girl? What is it, did you want a kiss?” The thought of getting to feel his lips on yours as his fingers fucked harder into you, his tongue lapping at yours, brought more tears to your eyes.

“Yes. Please, wanna kiss so bad.” He pushed your head closer to your reflection until your lips were only a millimeter from the mirror.

“Go on then. Give her a kiss—such a pretty girl deserves a kiss.” His cock ached in his pants against you as he watched it—the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen so desperate for his fingers that she was kissing herself in the mirror just because he’d said so.

“Goood girl. Good job being so sweet. Tell her you’re sorry again for hurting her feelings.” His thumb finally nudged against your clit again, slowly rubbing rhythmic little circles around it. The stimulation made you cry once more as he found just the right rhythm to keep you on the edge as apologies flowed from your lips.

“You must be getting close, beautiful. This little pussy is grippin’ on my fingers so tight. She doesn’t wanna let me go. Do you need to cum, baby?”

“Yes yes wanna cum so bad for you.”

“Aw I know, I know. It’s okay. I’ll stop being mean to you since you’ve been so sweet. Tell me where you wanna cum, sugar.” The question only made you squeeze him tighter, your sloppy hole clenching and spasming around his fingers, and you pressed your lips to the mirror once more, leaving little red kiss marks all over the reflection of your face. Your hips free now, you pushed into his cock again, grinding against the fabric of his pants, making an even bigger wet spot than before.

“No no no, you can’t have my cock. This is about you, just wanna make you feel good, yeah?” You whined louder at the denial, your voice trembling as you shook from your sobs.

“Don’t cry anymore, baby. I’ll do you one better, yeah?” He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, despite the fight your hole tried to put up in keeping him inside.  His hand’s grip on your hair was gone, but not before he used to force you to turn towards him for the first time. He lowered himself to his knees, rough hands gently grabbing your thigh as he placed it over his shoulder.

“You are a fucking goddess,” he whispered as he brought his mouth between your legs, placing tiny kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Shouldn’t I pay my respects?” He wasted no more time getting his tongue on your cunt, pushing your lips apart as he savored your juices in his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair now, pushing your hips into his face as he gripped your thigh even tighter, making you moan out at the mix of pain and pleasure. You were already so close, the feeling of Caleb suckling on your puffy clit, the rhythm just how he knew you liked it, made you beg to cum once more in no time.

“So fucking gorgeous, grinding on my tongue. Go on, say it one more time for me. Say you’re my pretty girl. Say you’ll never be mean to yourself again, and I’ll let you cum for me.” He looked up at you as the words spilled out of your mouth, just like he said, the look on your face intoxicating as you screamed out his name.

“Gooood girl you can cum for me. C’mon, pretty girl, cum in my mouth, it’s okay. You earned it.” He held you against him, tongue continuing to harass your poor little clit as you writhed above him. Your legs gave out, quivering as he continued to lick up the mess you’d made,

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. Keep cumming for me, let it out,” he said, voice sweet as usual once again as he steadied you with his hands as you rode out the rest of your orgasm.

“You did so good. I’m so proud of you.” He pressed one more kiss to your clit, as you finished coming down, your body finally feeling steady in his arms. He stood up, towering over you once again, face wet with your juices as he held your fingers between his. His other hand held your face, thumb softly wiping away your tears.

“I love you more than anything, and I want you to know that you have nothing to be insecure about. Even if you’re not feeling your best, you can always talk to me, and I’ll remind you of just how beautiful you are. Okay?” You nodded, looking up at him with big eyes, your heart hurting in your chest from how full it felt in that moment.

“I love you, Caleb.”

“I can tell because you let me ruin your makeup when we only have…” He glanced over at my phone on the countertop, “Thirty minutes before the car gets here.”

“Thirty minutes?” You shouted out, pushing against Caleb’s chest.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll make them wait,” he said, reaching down to pick up the white dress shirt that had been previously discarded onto the floor.

“And hey, put on that pink dress. I’ll need something pretty to look at while everyone else is droning on about how great I am.” You rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh that perfectly harmonized with his as you threw the balled-up dress towards him.

“Now you’ll have to iron them both.” He hummed in acceptance, violet irises glimmering at the sight of you.

“See, there was no reason to be pouting all night, hm?” You couldn’t help but writhe against the grip of the man behind you, his rough hand gripping your face, forcing your eyes to meet his over your shoulder.

“Admit it—you were jealous. All that attitude the whole ride home, giving me the silent treatment—fuck—just because I was talking to another girl. You say I’m possessive, but I think you might be worse than me, princess.” He was almost growling into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his chest pushed you forward, pressing your tits into the sliding glass door that led out to the balcony. The dim moonlight illuminated his face, piercing blue eyes staring into your soul as he thrusted himself into you relentlessly. It was as if you were in a trance, mouth hanging open, panties down around your ankles, as Xavier forced himself in and out of your hole at a pace that made you clench around him just right. It was perfect, until that oh so perfect pace was disrupted. The fullness of him inside of you was suddenly gone as your face was jerked lightly from side to side.

“Unh uh, pay attention—admit that you were jealous or I’ll stop.” You were whining now, your body quivering from the unexpected lack of stimulation.

“I was jealous.” You whispered, that same pout you’d worn all night was back on your face again, bottom lip poking out in shame at the confession, wide eyes looking up at the man that was towering over you. Both of your bodies were slick with sweat, your chests rising and falling erratically amidst the tension, lips barely an inch apart.

“Aw, you were?” Now he was the one to whine, a similar pout painting his face—he was mocking you. The sinister look in his eyes made even more wetness pool between your legs as he slowly slid himself back inside you, just the tip.

“It’s not so fun when you’re not the one that gets to do the teasing, huh? It doesn’t feel good to see something that belongs to you with someone else, does it?” he said, reveling in the way you shook under his touch as he slid his fingers across your skin, slowly but surely making his way between your legs.

“N-no…”

“No? But you always tell me it’s silly to be jealous, right? That I’m overreacting. Is that not what you’re doing right now?” His fingers lightly rubbed against your clit, your juices coating his skin while he spread your lips open, being careful not to push you back onto his cock any further.

“In fact, it’s not just silly for you to be jealous. It’s stupid. You are all I think about. I-” another inch slid inside of you, a soft gasp escaping your mouth, “Fuck—I dream about your face, your voice, your body. We fit together so perfectly…for you to think that I could ever want someone else is just dumb, right?” With that, his hips slammed fully into you, pulling a scream out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Xavier, oh my god. Pleaseee…please let me cum. I promise I won’t—“ Your words were abruptly cut off by one of his arms snaking around you body, his palm pushing itself against your lips, silencing your begging and muffling your whimpers as his other hand toyed with your pussy.

“Shut up. You’re dumb, remember? If you don’t have anything smart to say, then I don’t want to hear you at all.” His muscled arms held you up, keeping your knees from buckling against you as he quickened his pace. The most disgusting sounds had filled the room, your hole squelching and squealing with every move Xavier made inside of you. His thick cock forced the sweetest cries out of your aching cunt, much to his amusement—a small smile crept across his lips.

“You may be stupid, but this pussy is fucking brilliant. Listen to how nicely she to talks to me, none of that attitude I get from your fucking mouth, huh?” He pressed his palm further against your lips, silencing your whines almost completely, “Shhhh… let me hear her, princess. Be good for me.” You tried your best not to have to bite Xavier’s hand just to quiet yourself all of the way, but he could barely hear your moans any longer—the sounds of his heavy breathing, your ass clapping against him, and your little pussy sobbing out for relief clouding his senses.

“Shiittt she’s milking me so good. I think she likes having an audience. What a nasty girl…” He couldn’t help but let out another round of laughter at the sight of your eyes widening as he spoke, brows furrowing as he continued fucking into you, his cock aching more with every thrust. His hand forced your face forward back towards the glass. You squinted slightly, eyes adjusting to see a window across from yours, dimly lit, but there was a familiar figure staring back at you, her face contorted in disbelief.

“Getting all mad at me for talking to our new neighbor who was asking me what flavor cookies she should bring over to introduce herself to my sweet girlfriend… tsk.” Horrified, your new neighbor ran in the opposite direction, shielding her eyes from the lewd view of your nipples squished against the glass, mouth covered, a hand between your legs, Xavier’s face flushed, hair stuck to his forehead, both of your bodies slick with each other’s sweat—how fucking filthy it must’ve been. You tried to turn your face away from the glass for the sudden fear that someone else may end up seeing the two of you, but it was no use, Xavier’s grip on your face was far too tight.

“No no no don’t look away. Don’t you want everyone to know who I come home to every night? Don’t you want to show everyone who my good girl is? My sweet princess taking my cock so well, drooling into my hand—you’re mine. Say it." Your lips were suddenly freed by his palm a string of saliva glistened between your mouth and his flesh as he pulled back. You were sure to respond quick, realizing that if you didn’t use your brief liberation wisely, Xavier would have no qualms about punishing you for the rest of the night.

“Yours—I’m yours. I belong to you—please fuck, you feel so good inside of me. I can’t hold it anymore. Please let me cum.” A strike of lightning rippled through your body as the tip of his cock finally pushed against your g-spot over and over again without warning. You tried to squirm away, finger reaching back, desperately trying to pull him away just a little so you could catch your breath, but he was quick to grab you, forcing your arm behind your back, creating an ever deeper arch in your spine.

“Where you running off to? Do you want to cum or not, I’m confused, princess? You pushing me away—does it not feel good?” His lips were against your ear again, tongue running over the shell, gently biting your flesh just the way you liked as he continued abusing your poor aching hole.

“No no so good—feel so good, can’t cum yet though. Please, god, please.”

“Why can’t you cum yet, sweet girl? Is it not enough? Do I need to rub you faster, hm? Pinch this little clit between my fingers—oh look at that, she’s so swollen against my hand.” Your mind was so clouded—tongue hanging out of your mouth as his lips licked and sucked your skin, teeth nipping your neck, leaving his mark as he forced more of those precious begs out of you.

“Need permission to cum—please Xavier can I cum. Please please I promise—mmmh—I promise not to get jealous again. I’m yours.”

“Ohh, you promise? Maybe you aren’t that dumb after all, baby. Or maybe you’ll just say anything to get me to let you cum. You’re not a liar, are you, princess? It’s just… well I’d find it hard to trust anyone who doesn’t trust me, you know?” His fingers stalled between your legs, hips suddenly not snapping forward into you anymore.

“Nooo not lying not—I wouldn’t lie to you. I trust—fuck, I trust you. Please don’t stop.”

“Yeah, you telling the truth? You know dumb girls don’t get to cum. But you’re not dumb anymore, right? You my smart girl again now, princess?”

“Yes yes I’m telling the truth. Smart I’m gonna be smart please I just need—“ Every inch of his length sunk back into you, warm fingers gliding over your slippery clit once more.

“Good girl, that’s what I wanna hear. Cum for me, go ahead. It’s okay princess, let me feel it. Please cum on my cock. I need it, come on, do a good job for me.” So you did—squirming and writhing in Xavier’s strong arms as he held you close, whispering soft praises in your ear. Curses and moans left your lips, your arms finally going limp in his grasp, thighs squeezing and clamping down around his hand as his fingers fluttered against your clit while you slowly came down. Just as you were catching your breath, your muscles finally relaxing after the waves of pleasure dissipated, you felt Xavier’s length sliding out of you—only for him to force himself right back in. He wasn’t trying to fuck you fast anymore, now he way fucking you hard, stretching you open agonizingly slow before sliding back and doing it all over again. The overstimulation caught up to as you realized…he wasn’t close to being done.

“Xavier wait, I’m too sensitive to—oh my god,” You tried to push yourself away with your free hand, but he only ended up grabbing that one and holding it hostage behind your back as well.

“No no I’m not stopping. C’mon, that’s not, fair is it? Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you have to take care of your things, hm?” You were screaming now, the sensations overwhelming your body as you cried out his name.

“You’re mine, but I am yours. So that means, you have to take care of me too, yeah, baby? Please, let me cum for you too. Don’t you want to make me feel good?” he said, pressing a soft kiss into the crook of your neck.

“Mhm wanna make you cum too.” He knew you meant it, despite the way the tears stung the inner corners of your eyes and you tummy tightened and convulsed around him and you body fell limp in his arms.

worth it tho

your writing is so scrumptious nonetheless 😻

thank youuuu babe

“You’ve got to keep your legs open for me, sweetheart. I can’t see you when you close them,” Sylus whispered against the skin of your neck, his free hand pushing your thighs apart.

“There she is… don't be shy. You're so pretty like this. Look how wet you are, baby.” He reached up to grab your face, forcing your head back towards the mirror. You watched as he stared back at you, your reflection sat on the floor between his legs, your bodies unbearably close. His long fingers slid across your lips agonizingly slow, and you just couldn’t stop squirming, every brush of his finger against your clit overstimulating you, forcing your legs closed over and over again.

“Baby, if I have to keep your legs open for you, you’re not going to like it,” he said, as he felt them closing around his hand again for the millionth time.

“How much longer are we gonna do this?” you whined, much to his amusement.

“You’re not having fun? I thought this was what you wanted? You like to be touched, right? Isn’t that why you were playing with yourself before I got home?”

“I wasn’t though, I swear.” That was a lie, and you both knew it.

“Really?” He let go of your face, opting to use both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart, exposing your hole to the mirror. You were clenching around absolutely nothing and you were so fucking wet that his fingers could barely grip you.

“Why are you so messy down here then, kitten?” The view was so lewd that you wanted to look away, but you knew he’d just force your head back again.

“Because I like you so much,” you said, attempting to sweeten the deal.

“Oh yeah? I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet if you hadn’t cum already.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything. I think your new haircut is just really doing it for me.” He couldn’t help but to crack a smile at your earnest attempt to get out of this situation. Unfortunately, it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Could be. There’s really only one way to know for sure, though… hold still for me,” he said, pressing a kiss against you skin, the feeling of his warm breath making your back arch away from his chest. You watched as one his thumbs kept your lips spread while his middle finger effortlessly slid through your entrance.

“Mmmh I don’t know, baby. You feel pretty loosened up too. You’re usually so tight around my finger, but I’m almost positive today—“ he pushed his index finger inside as well now while you moaned from the sensation. “Today… I can fit two in with no trouble. It’s almost like you’ve already been stretched out for me. How could that be though, kitten, because I could’ve sworn that you were being punished. I thought I told you that you couldn’t cum for a week. So please, do tell me why you’re this loose already?” His finger curled inside of you, gently tapping against your spot over and over again, the heel of his palm fluttering over your clit with each movement. You could feel your legs starting to drift closed again,

“Okay, I’ve had enough of this,” he growled before he pushed your legs back apart once again, only difference was that this time, he had hooked his legs around yours, forcing them to stay spread. You could squirm all you wanted now, but there was no way you could get away from his touch anymore.

“Wait wait please okay, I’m sorry,” you said, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation. He chuckled as he thrusted his in and out of your pussy, your lips swollen from all of the stimulation.

“No no no, it’s too late for sorry now, baby. I told you I have to be able to see what I’m doing. Now, I have a perfect view. Isn’t that nice?” You didn’t even answer now. The only sounds that filled the room were your moans and Sylus’s big fucking fingers slamming against your walls over and over again.

“Aw, see, I know that look. Close already—you still want me to be believe you didn't cum before?”

“I didn’t really. I didn’t. Your fingers just feel too good,” you wept, knowing that the truth would only extend your week-long punishment.

“Mmh I don’t even know why I’m asking you. You’re a liar, kitten. I already know that. Only your cunt is honest. Why don’t we let her do the talking, hm?” He wasted no time sliding his fingers out, leaving you empty. Before you could complain, he forced his palm against your lips. You could see the way his hand glistened from your juices in the reflection. It made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

He brought his free hand up to his own mouth, slowly drooling onto his palm. The sight was so filthy it made you moan out against his hand.

“Shhh… I think she’s trying to tell me something. Let me hear her.” His saliva soaked fingers slid right back inside of you, forcing you open and creating the nastiest sounds.

“Oh, you hear that, baby? I think my kitty is crying for me. Aw, did she miss me that much?” You nodded fervently, your words of agreement muffled.

“Yeah? Oh, I’m sorry I had to be so mean to you kitty, but you’re attached to a slut who doesn’t listen very well. I can only punish her if I don’t touch you, y’know.” He slid his fingers out once again, opting to slowly rub little circles onto your clit as you struggled against him. He could feel your thighs pushing back against him, desperately trying to escape, but he held you open with no effort.

“See—I know exactly how to make it up to her. She likes when I rub this little button, right here. Look how she drools all over the floor when I do that—fuck. You have such a pretty kitty, baby. She’s almost as pretty as you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. You weren’t sure if it was his pace against your clit or hearing him whisper such nasty words in your ear, but either way, you were quickly getting dangerously close to the edge.

“Remember when I said there was only one way to find out if you disobeyed me by touching yourself, kitten?” With no warning he took his hand way from your pussy, making you squirm against him even more.

He brought his hand back up to his mouth again, only this time, he slid his fingers between his lips. His tongue lapped up all of your juices off of his skin, he moaned out at the taste before sliding them back out. His eyelids were low, pupils big as if he’d just taken a hit of his favorite drug.

“Wow, baby, you taste so good for me. My sweet little girl. You want my fingers back on you now, hm?” He could faintly hear the muffled words.

Please please please.

“Okay, kitten. Whatever you want,” his voice was darker now, a little more gravelly in your ear as he spoke. “Except, really, it shouldn’t be that way, should it? I mean after all, you didn’t do what I wanted, did you?” You were barely paying attention at this point, your head leaned back on his chest as his fingers swirled around your clit once again, just the thought of the digits that were once in his mouth now playing with your pussy was making you whine out. He took his time peppering soft kisses into your skin—trailing across the back of your shoulder, moving up the side of your neck, his lips dancing over the shell of your as he whispered,

“Are you actually so stupid that you think I don’t know what you taste like when you cum?” He saw the way your eyes fluttered open in the mirror, confusion growing across your face. His fingers kept pace though, rolling your clit around slowly.

“You always taste so good, kitten. But your cum is different—it’s sweet. When I licked your juices off my fingers just now, do you know how you tasted?” He just kept rubbing you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, moving faster as he felt you bucking in his grasp.

“You were too fucking sweet.” He slid three fingers in now, it was still too easy. There was no denying it anymore and you both knew the truth. He kept his thumb on your clit while he fucked his fingers into you—not gently anymore. Now, he was actually trying to get you to cum, and it didn’t seem like he would have much trouble doing so.

“You know the only thing I hate more than brats, kitten?” He answered before you could mumble anything beneath his palm. “Liars.”

His speed quickened even more, eyes locked on yours in the mirror, hungrily watching the way you writhed against him.

“You look close, baby? Does my kitty need to cum, hm?”

Yes yes yes.

You desperately tried to say it loud enough for him to hear. He pulled his fingers out, only focusing on your clit now as he rubbed you with the rhythm he knew you liked most.

“Yeah? Are you sure, kitten? You wanna cum all over my fingers? Are you gonna make a big sweet mess for me to eat up, hm?” You kept begging over and over again as his fingers continued to quicken. You shut your eyes in anticipation, so desperate to cum and you were only two seconds away. So he slapped your clit.

Your eyes shot open, your screams muffled as he pressed his hand even further against your mouth.

“Aw, poor baby. I know my kitty was so close to cumming. She needed it so bad. If only you hadn’t been so fucking greedy, sweetheart. Then I wouldn’t have to punish your pussy like this. It breaks my heart, really.” He slapped it again. And then again. And again. The sound of his wet skin against your cunt rang through the room as you screamed in his grasp.

“Have you learned your lesson not to disobey me, hm?” You nodded before he finally freed your mouth, wrapping his wet palm around your neck instead. You gasped, desperately trying to catch your breath. He slapped your cunt again—only because he wanted to hear your scream unmuffled just once.

“Use your words,” he commanded.

“Yes—yes. I’ll be good. I promise.” He hummed in approval while you continued pleading.

“Well, baby. I hope the last time you came was worth it because it’s going to be sooo long before I touch you down here again.” You were left dumbfounded by the threat. How long exactly was sooo long?

“But I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, really. Please don’t do this to me.”

“Oh no no, don't blame me. You did this to yourself, kitten. You can’t be trusted. You only think with your cunt—like I said. It’s the only way I can get you to listen.” The flat of his palm pressed against your pussy, as he rubbed it up and down just a little, a sense of longing in his eyes while he admired you in the mirror.

“I just wish I could kiss this kitty goodbye, but you’d probably cum just from that, huh? It's really a shame you couldn't behave, kitten. I'd already planned to end your punishment early when I got home because you'd been so good. I was going to eat this pretty pussy so sloppy and let you cum as many times as you wanted all over my face...” He shook his head in disappointment before finally letting your legs go.

He stood up without another touch, nonchalantly walking out of view.