This is the BOOPINEST game I’ve ever played!

you scrolled back up to see if he had a booking link—he did. katsuki bakugo was his name. he didn’t have his face anywhere on his page which did made you skeptical—but from his designs, the way he brought them alive…you were ready to risk it. when you clicked the link, it took you to a page. “pick a day, time and date.” it read, you clicked to see the options you had. your eyes widened—he was booked the entire week!? you sat up with swiftness, the cold air hitting your skin, scrolling through multiple dates. he was booked for almost the entire month!!…except for one day. you 

 sighed in relief, clicking on the available date— “november 17th, 6pm” 6pm? you groaned at how late it was, but it was the only available date he had…your finger hovered over the “book appointment” button, sighing deeply. “I hope this is worth it..” you muttered, clicking the button. “appointment is set for, november 17th, 6pm.” you stared at it for a moment. almost not believing what you just did.

your mind started to race at the thought. what would he look like? is he some old guy? was this a fake page? was this a scam?! but judging from his sketches, and the comments his clients left after…made you think otherwise. a mixture of anxiety and nervousness bumbled through your stomach, laying back down, clutching the blanket to your body. “okay…” you whispered to yourself, staring at your phone. “november 17th…that’s in two weeks—I got this.” 

you almost backed down when you made it to the place. big neon lights, glowing across your face, clutching your purse to your side. you were standing outside, legs already feeling weak, like you couldn’t move. the city noise faded as anxiety chimed in. gulping—“at least its legit..” you said to yourself, taking a deep breath in, finally stepping inside. the smell of ink and alcohol instanly shot up your nose, heart hammering against your chest. the studio was small, but sleek, and luxurious—with art on the wall, figures on shelfs, neon lights shining through different angles of the room. 

your eyes wandered, finding a blonde guy who was sat in a chair, cleaning his ink gun. when you looked around, you realized it was just you two. alone. you gulped. “u-uh…hello!” you cringed at how your voice went up a notch, catching the guys attention. just by his stare, made you fell small. crimson eyes pinning you in place, with a scowl on his face. when he stood up, you felt your pulse jump. he was wearing a black long sleeve that was rolled up his arms, hugging his muscles just right, a small tattoo of his own on his forearm, and had a few piercings in his ears. “and you must be?” his voice was rough, low, as he came behind the desk in front of you, looking at the schedule book. 

you cleared your throat. “y/n? for 6pm.” his eyebrows furrowed, looking for your name. when he found you, he hummed, looking back up. “on your waist?” you nodded shortly, his eyes squinted seeing the obvious nervousness on your face, a small grin tugging his lips. “follow me.” your legs felt like jelly as you followed him towards the spot he was once sat it, weaving between tables, and equipment, careful to not bump into anything. he didn’t speak, noticing the confidence in his walk, almost dangerously, making your chest tighten. the small talk you wanted to happen evaporated the second you became face to face with him. this must be him. katsuki bakugo,

he led you to the chair, pointing towards it. “sit.” is all he said, walking towards the mini table, setting up his ink gun. you obeyed, sitting down comfortably, your fingers fidgety around your purse strap. “so, waist, huh?” he said through the silence, quickly nodding your head. “yes—I uh…been wanting one for awhile.” you replied, watching how he moved the tray towards the chair, laying out ink bottles, needles, and gloves. “first tattoo?” you swallowed, stifling a nervous laugh. “was it that obvious?” he scoffed, clicking the needle into the ink gun, his eyes on you again. just from that stare, gave you your answer. 

the silence was practically eating you alive. it was awkward, uncomfortable as you watched him finish setting up. “do you have a design in mind?” you nodded, “I do actually—I think I sent it to you already.” he nodded, turning away from the table to grab his IPad, searching for the image you sent in. “you sure this is what you want?” he raised a brow, crimson eyes meeting yours again, giving a confident nod. his eyes squinted, looking back down at the design. 

when he printed out the stencil, he had you stand up from the chair. “lift up your shirt.” he said, your fingers trembled slightly, lifting up your shirt, enough to show your waist. his kneeled down, just slightly, aligning it with your waist. you shivered feeling the cold feeling of his glove, tugging your pants down slightly to give him enough space, placing the stencil onto your waist. when he made sure it was on right, he slowly pulled it off, the outline of the tattoo clinging to your skin.“alright..” he murmured, standing back up. “look in the mirror and see if you like it.” you walked over towards the body mirror, turning to your side looking at the design. you couldn’t help but smile—this was really happening. you turned back at him, nodding. “I like it.” he clicked his tongue, turning back to the table. “good. now, lay on your side, and make sure your shirt doesn’t get in the way.” 

you carefully walked back to the chair, laying on your side, steadying your breaths, as he adjusted the ink gun one last time, sitting close enough to feel warmth radiate from his body. the hum of the ink gun ringing through your ears, made your anxiety spike. and he noticed it, eyes locking on you. “relax. don’t freak out. it’ll hurt more if you move.” you breathed out, nodding your head, hands clenching your shirt. “..okay.” the feeling of his gloves being placed lazily on your waist, made your pulse jump. when the needle pressed into your skin, your grip against your shirt tightened, biting your lip. 

It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing you in spot. he didn’t miss the small twitch you did, trying so hard to not move. “you’re doing fine.” he grumbled, his eyes flickering towards yours. you nodded, eyebrows furrowing, the hum of the needle stinging with ink. “you’re still squirming.” he lifted the needle up, wiping across your waist. “told you to not move.” he muttered, placing the needle back against your skin.

“sorry! I’ve been trying not to.” you replied. he leaned in slightly closer, tracing along the lines of the stencil. “just breathe.” he said, almost commanding, his focus never staggering. you inhaled in slowly, your stomach rising and falling with each breath, the pain fading just slightly. 

the clock hit 7:30 once he finished up the tattoo, spraying alcohol on a paper towel, before wiping it against your waist, slow. it stung a bit, wincing, but the pain quickly faded when he lifted the paper towel. “alright, go look and see if you like it.” you slowly sat up, your body sore, like you just slept on a bag of bricks, going towards the body mirror. you held your shirt up, turning to your side, it looked…beautiful. your breath hitch, stepping closer, getting a good look at it. the way the colors glinted with the light, showing the shading—it looked so fragile. “It’s…It’s amazing.” you whispered, turning slightly to get a better angle. your fingers hovered over it, tilting your head to the side. you wanted to touch it, but you were afraid to—like if you did, it would mess up the design. he chuckled under his breath, turning to grab relief cream, and plastic wrap. “one last thing.” he said, you looked at him through the mirror. 

“what’s that for?” he walked towards you, applying the cream on his gloved hand, kneeling down just slightly. “relief cream. it helps heel faster.” he muttered, flinching when you felt him rub it on top of the tattoo. it stung a bit, but it felt good in a way. “and the wrap just helps keep bacteria and dirt to prevent an infection.” you have a short nod, not missing the way your breath caught, as he stood close to you, wrapping the plastic wrap around your waist. he was so handsome up close. “make sure to apply relief cream on it, at least two times a day so it doesn’t get infected—and avoid touching it.” he mutters, tearing the plastic wrap, making sure its tightly wrapped. you nodded your head. “thank you—again, this really good, I love it.” you smiled, he grumbled, shrugging. “I just did my job.” he said, not missing the faint smirk tugged on his lips. 

a few weeks had passed since you’ve gotten your tattoo—for the first few days, it did sting. every time you touched it, accidentally brushing against your shirts, even when you took showers it stung. but after awhile of healing, and applying relief cream like he said, it healed with swiftness. every time you looked at it, you couldn’t help but smile every time. it looked so beautiful. 

you were busy at work, taking customers orders, the rhythm of your day of making drinks, grabbing pastries, kept your mind occupied. the chime of the bell pulled your attention, looking up ready to take their order—when you noticed, it was him. you raised a brow, those same crimson eyes from before, noticing you right away. “tch, you work here?” was the first thing he said, nodding your head. “I do—didn’t expect someone like you to be here.” you laughed, he caught on what you were saying, scoffing, stifling a mocking laugh. “funny.” he stepped closer to the counter, the same scent of ink, with a hint of burnt caramel going through your nose. his gaze looked between your waist, meeting your eyes again. “how’s it holding up.” he asked, his tone rough, casual. your gaze flickered towards your waist, a soft smile tugging to your lips. “It healed pretty fast, it’s a bit itchy—but it doesn’t sting as much anymore.” 

he clicked his tongue, nodding his head. “good.” you hummed, “so, what can I get you?” his eyes flickered to the menu, then back towards you. “black. no sugar.” you nodded, tapping on the screen, inputing his order. “name?” you asked, pulling out a cup. “katsuki.” he answered, watching as you scribbled his name on the side of the cup, noticing how soft his name looked with your hand writing. “right..okay, that’ll be out in a minute.” you said giving a short smile, stepping aside to start on his drink. luckily, it wasn’t as busy today in the cafe—but you still couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

his eyes peaking through his bangs, crimson eyes staring at you, practically pinning you in place, as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his quiet presence enough to make a room shake. “so..” he started, “you plannin’ to get another?” your ears perked up, looking at him for a small second, then back down. “another tattoo?” he hummed, you bit your bottom lip. “maybe? I don’t know if I can handle the pain again.” you laughed softly, turning around to lid the cup. his low chuckle was enough to make your pulse jump, “you handled it fine.” he said, tone dropping slightly, somewhere between amusement and teasing. you caught the small smirk, scoffing. “fine?” you repeated back, “It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing me in one spot.” you frowned, spinning back over to the counter, handing him the cup, not missing the feeling of his fingers brushing yours as he grabbed it. “tch. drama queen.” he muttered, rolling your eyes, placing a hand on your hip. “you try getting stabbed a thousand times, and tell me who’s dramatic.” 

“already have.” he simply said, rolling up his sleeve to show you a tattoo—the same one you noticed from the first night you met him. now getting a closer look, you got a good look at it. your eyes lingered, tracing along the black and gray lines. it was beautiful. he noticed your stare, dropping his sleeve. “what? you like it?” you blinked, looking back at him. your mouth went dry, “I—uh, I just like it, that’s all.” he hummed lowly, “yeah?” his lips tugged to a smirk, his gaze dropping slightly. “guess I did somethin’ right then, huh?” you laughed softly, placing your palms on the counter. “you’re a tattoo artist, I’d hope you’re good at it.” he raised a brow, “you always this mouthy?” your lips parted, with a snarky grin, shrugging. “depends who’s asking.” 

“hm.” his smirk deepened. “sounds like you’re flirtin with me.” you bit the inside of your cheek, looking away with a tiny smile that betrayed you. “and what if I was?” his gaze sharpened, the corner of his mouth twitching. he leaned in a little, just enough to get the strong scent of burnt caramel and ink. “then,” he trailed, tilting his head. “I’d be careful throwin’ that around.” you raised a brow, “why’s that?” your voice dropped, the light catching your eyes, keeping his stare. “might get yourself into trouble.” his words hung heavy after that, like he wanted you to leaned closer to his world. you swallowed that lump in your throat, the corner of your lips twitching. “trouble” you repeated, tilting your head to the side, innocence lingering. “what kind of trouble?” 

“the kind of trouble that doesn’t just stop at a tattoo.” he cocked his head towards your waist, grabbing his coffee, sliding a five dollar bill your way. before you could reply back he was already out the door, waving a hand. “see ya around.” as he walked out, the chime of the bell ringing as the door closed. you blinked, once, twice, letting out a breath you didn’t know you had held in. “see ya around..?” you repeated under your breath, a smile tugging to your lips, shaking your head. “yeah right.” the moment he left your chest tightened, like your heartbeat was about to burst out of your chest. you leaned against the counter behind you, your mind replaying the moments from seconds ago. 

why did his presence make you so nervous? making butterflies swarm in your stomach? this was the second encounter you had with him—but he’s already had you feeling flustered. was it the way he carried himself? his personality? you caught yourself glancing at the door, expecting him to come back—maybe, just because?  you shook your head, standing back up, straightening your posture, going back to your tasks. for the rest of the day, every drink you made, every pastry you grabbed, your mind couldn’t stop going back to him. the way his smirk flashed across your thoughts, or that lazy grin—it was enough to make your knees wobble.

by the end of your shift, wiping down tables, closing up the cafe, your phone had buzzed. you flinched from the sudden sound, stopping what you were doing, grabbing your phone from your pocket. it was a text from your friend. “soooo how did it goooo? you forgot to text me when you got it >:(.” you chuckled lightly under your breath, typing back a quick response. “sorry! but it went well, he did amazing :) I’ll send a pic when i’m home.” clicking your phone back off, finishing up the rest of the tables. 

the next few days passed like a blur. every shift felt enduring, catching yourself having little hope of seeing him again. every chime of the bell ringing made your heart drop, eyes wide, hoping it was him, only for it to not be. every chatter you heard, pastries being served, your mind kept drifting back to him. the intensity of his crimson eyes, staring into yours made your heart flutter. you found yourself checking your phone more than usual, looking at his page, looking at recent posts he made, scrolling through his account. you couldn’t help it, every new sketch he made, every design, every comment that praised him for his work, made your chest feel tight, mixed with…something else. was it interest? 

you barely knew the guy—but he’s already clouding your mind like you’ve knew him for years. you groaned, turning your phone off, plopping it onto your nightside, turning to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. your mind refused to be quiet, to stop going back to him. you could still feel the faint sting of your tattoo, hands roaming to your waist, trailing a small finger across it. the faint memory of his words, the way he touched you so softly, gently. and that smirk—God that smirk was driving you insane. you rolled onto your side, hugging your pillow to your chest, trying to shove down the thoughts, but it was useless. your heartbeat was racing, thumping against your chest, your stomach filling with butterflies. “why am I thinking about you so much..” you groaned, hiding your face into your pillow. “this is so embarrassing..” you whined, flipping onto your stomach. 

when the next fay rolled by, it was the same routine. take customers orders, make drinks, grab pastries, repeat. you yawned, leaning against the counter. it was slow today, barley any customers, moving around behind the counter to keep yourself distracted, bored out of your mind. when the bell chimed, you didn’t bother to turn around, finishing cleaning the blender. “give me one second, and I’ll be with you.” the person behind you clicked their tongue, snorting under their breath. when you finished up, you placed the rag down, turning around. “what can I get—“ your breath hitched, pausing in your tracks. it was him. he had a black hoodie, his hair was slightly messy, covering his eyes—those same eyes that drove you crazy, clearing your throat. “you’re back?” he snorted, “..yeah.” you gulped, swallowing hard. “I—uh, same thing as last time?” you tried to keep your voice steady, but the way it wavered, his lip twitch. he read you like an open book, your body language giving you away.

“you always this nervous around people?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging to his lips. your hand trembled around the cup, “I’m not nervous.” you said a little too quickly, ignoring the way your heart fluttered. katsuki raised a brow, his eyes watching you. you were thankful, there weren’t as many people in here, or else you felt like you were going die. as you finished up his drink, you turned back around, handing it to him. his fingers brushed against yours as he took it, just barley to feel a strong electricity shoot up your arm. but he didn’t pull away immediately, his eyes locked onto yours, reading through your act. “you’re lyin.” he muttered, voice dropping, pulling back. you forced a smile, stifling a nervous laugh. “ I’m not—swear.” you muttered, but the way your pulse spiked, said otherwise. he grinned, leaning back. “keep tellin’ yourself that.” he said, taking a small sip of his drink, sliding a five dollar bill across the the counter, turning to walk out. “see you later.” he waved, but you frowned. parting your lips to say something, anything—but nothing came out, sighing in defeat when the bell chimed as he walked out.

you didn’t expect him to come back after that—you wouldn’t see him anymore, but when the next day rolled around, he was there. ordering the same drink, black, no sugar, making small conversation with you. those small days he came in, turned into weeks. the dynamic between you grew every time he came by. you slowly started to learn new things about him, like small habits he has, how he started this job, even his favorite color—you found yourself inviting him over to your place for dinner, laughing at small remarks he made, or even stopping by the tattoo shop, just because. your nervousness drowned, your teasing and flirting becoming more present as tension grew louder—bigger. 

it was a late night when you invited him over for dinner—says “I made too much food, and can’t eat it all :(.” so no he’s here, sitting across from you, snickering at a dumb joke you told. he leaned back in his chair, a half smile tugging to his lips, shaking his head. the dim light caught the rare softness in his eyes, as he looked at you. tonight felt heavier than before, you don’t know if it was him, you—the feelings that were still yet to be spoken about, but you knew he could also feel tension brewing. every meet up, every conversation—you felt it. thick enough t the point it couldn’t be sliced with a knife. “you done with your food?” you asked, looking over at his empty plate, he gave a soft nod. you grabbed his plate, stacking it with yours, walking towards the kitchen. “any plans tomorrow?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder. he clicked his tongue shaking his head. “nah, i’m booked all tomorrow.” of course, you shook your head with a soft snort, washing the plates. “you ever give yourself a break?”

katsuki scoffed, standing up from his chair, walking over to you. “break?” you nodded, turning your head, facing him. “yes a “break” the first time I booked with you, you were unavailable for the entire month.” you laughed, as he snickered shaking his head, leaning against the counter. “that’s what happens when you’re good at what you do.” he shrugged, the familiar cockiness lingering in his tone. you rolled your eyes, placing the plates, and silver ware on the drying rack, wiping your hands. “cocky much?” he chuckled lowly, “just honest.” you mocked him just slightly turning your body, now facing him. it was quiet. 

nothing but the faint sound of your waterfall streaming in the backround, staring at him. he was so beautiful. your gaze admired all of his features, sharp jaw, red eyes, messy hair that always covered vision—but one caught your eye. your eyes flickered to his cheek that had a small scar. your eyebrows furrowed, “hey..” you said softly, he hummed, but was taken back when he felt your hand on his cheek. “when did this get here?” you caressed your thumb across the scar. he grumbled under his breath. “you’re now noticing it?” you rolled your eyes, but nodded your head. “what happened?” 

katsuki shrugged, not missing the way he leaned slightly into your hand. “years ago. got into a fight—bastard got me good.” he scoffed, but snickered at the faint memory. you hummed, stepping a little closer, feeling his warmth engulf your own. “did you atleast win?” his eyebrows furrowed, cocking his head up. “of course I won, you think i’ll lose a fight?” you let out a quiet laugh, “didn’t say you would.” you teased, katsuki rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging to his lips. “you’re a real pain.” 

“yeah—you tell me that all the time.” you murmured, smiling. for a second neither of you spoken. the air between you both hung heavy, warm, familiar, you felt nervous under his stare. low lidded, narrowed, not noticing the way he leaned in a bit. your eyes flickered between his lips, then back to his eyes, not realizing you were leaning in too. your breath caught when your lips brushed against each other, but was interrupted when your phone went off, startling you. “shit—“ you whispered, realizing what was about to happen, stepping back. “sorry, give me one second.” you laughed nervously, pulling your phone out of your pocket. walking into a different room. but you didn’t miss the way your heart sped against your chest, chest tightening, touching your lips. 

 it’s been a few weeks since then—now a friday night when your friends had finally convinced you to go out with them, says. “you’ve been working nonstop stop—cmon! let loose a little y/n!” you tried to decline, making up bullshit excuses, but every time they wouldn’t believe it, complaining, until you gave in. the bar was packed when you arrived, people spilling out onto the sidewalk, laughter, and chatter cutting through the music. the air smelling like beer and something sweet mixed with it. throughout the night, you tried to let “loose” drinking, laughing at your friends antics, watching as they danced to the music, even dancing on your own. “hey! I’m going to go get another drink!” you shouted over the music, getting up from your seat, they all gave you a “okay!” before walking over to the bar area. you weaved through the crowd, feeling the bass thump against your chest, stopping at the counter. “give me one second, ma’am.” said the bartender, who gave a short apologetic smile, turning his attention back to another customer,

you sat at one of the empty chairs, waiting, swinging your leg at the beat of the music, letting the noise and energy wash over you. the chatter, laughter and the clinking glasses behind the counter, made it easy to forget the real world. your gaze wandered over the crowd, catching small glimpse of people dancing, yelling, flirting—but then you felt a presence. before you could meet those eyes, they were already on you, from across the room. him. he was leaning against a table, sipping a drink as he watched you. he was wearing a black shirt that hug his framed just right, baggy jeans, and his hair still messy from the last time you seen him. you don’t know if this was you, or the alcohol talking, but he looked…hot. 

you bit your lip, glancing away, shaking your head. you hadn’t noticed he moved closer, when you felt a warm hand, be placed on the lower bit of your back. “busy night, huh?” he muttered into your ear, shivering from his breath hitting your ear. you turned your head slightly, breath catching noticing how close he was, gulping. “..yeah.” you nervously laughed, looking away. “it is, huh?” his hand lingered longer than he meant to, his fingers grazing against your skin. “you still gettin flustered?” he murmured, half teasing, half serious, crimson eyes filled with amusement, and something goi more? you couldn’t tell. “I just—didn’t expect to see you here, is all.” he smirked, leaning a little closer, his breath hitting your ear. “yeah?” his voice dropped, enough to make your heart speed up, feeling weak in the knees. “lucky me, then huh?” he said. his words brushing against your ear like a soft promise. 

he noticed how tensed you were, humming, caressing a small thumb on your waist. “you’re tensed.” he snickered, “relax.” he whispered, his hand moving lower, tracing along your tattoo that peaked out. “you always get this close to people?” you asked, turning to look at him again, half teasing, half curious. his smirk turned into something predatory, dangerous. “only when they catch my attention.” he murmured, not missing the way his eyes flickered to your lips, back to your eyes. the same moment that happened back in the kitchen playing in through your head, swallowing. “…you’re crazy.” you whispered, feeling hot. you didn’t know if this was you, or the alcohol talking. maybe it was both. “yeah? well you drive me crazy.” the air between you grew thicker, each second. his eyes burning into yours. “you don’t mean that—you’re drunk, katsuki.” you chuckled, but his eyes were serious, narrowing at your words.

“I do.” he growled slightly, his tone enough to make you quiet. you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his throat moved when he swallowed, like he was fighting an urge to do something. you parted your lips to reply, but nothing came out. the space between you both shrunk, each second. “you always look at me like that.” he said, furrowing your eyebrows. “like what?” you replied, voice small, but enough for him to hear. “like you want me.” you let out a shaky breath, leaning closer, just barley brushing lips with him. “maybe because I do..” you admitted. before any of you could think, he took your lips, with his. it was sloppy, rough, holding all the unsaid words—tension you both kept hidden. you leaned more into his mouth, tilting your head, deepening it. tasting the mixture of alcohol and something sweet. his grip around you tightened, pulling you closer to his body. “katsuki..” you mumbled in between his lips, moaning softly, feeling his kisses trail towards your jaw. “p-people will see—“ but he didn’t care, keeping his hands on you. “let them.” 

the next thing happened in a blur. you were at the bar, now pinned against his apartment door, as he struggled to get his keys out. he held you up with one hand, gripping your ass, keeping you steady, as his other hand reached in his pockets. your arms tightened around his neck, grumbling in between your mouth, finally getting his keys out, unlocking the door. when it clicked, he kicked it open, closing it with his foot, walking towards his bedroom.  

you squealed softly, your back hitting his comforter. he pulled back, his kisses trailing from your jaw, towards your neck. you licked your bottom lip, moaning softly, feeling his hands slide up your shirt, biting against your neck. “kat..” you groaned, your legs wrapping around his waist, nails grazing along his arm. he pulled back from your neck, standing up straight, tugging his shirt off. his eyes filled with something much clearer behind them. lust, desperation—he tossed his shirt to the side, leaning back down, taking your lips with his again. “you’re…so fucking intoxicating.” he snarled, hands placed on the side of your head. “ever since that moment in the kitchen, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” he admitted, flinching when you felt him pinch your nipples. “at least I wasn’t the only one.” you murmured back with a soft chuckle. he scoffed sliding your shirt up, pulling back, trailing his kisses down your stomach. watching the way his muscles flexed, biting your lip. your hands entangled with his locks, your grip tightening feeling how close he was to your cunt. “wait, kat..” you whispered. katsuki stopped, raising a brow. “somethin wrong?“ you shook your head. “no—I just…wanna to something.” 

“what?” 

“I wanna ride you.” he gave you a small look, not missing the smirk that appeared on his face. “you sure?” you nodded, “mhm.” you stood up from the bed, forcing him to sit down. eyes narrowed, dark, watching as you tugged off your pants, the sight of your tattoo glinting with the dim light. when you walked closer, you got on your knees, tugging off his pants. his hands clenched to his sides, heart beating faster than his pulse was. your breath hitched, he was big. he snorted, noticing your reaction. “like what you see?” your gaze flickered back to him, then back to his cock that was red and irritated, dripping with precum. 

you bit your bottom lip, standing back up, climbing on top of his lap, knees placed on the side of his legs, his hands coming up to be placed on your waist, steadying you. “fuck…who knew you would be so bold, huh?” he teased, tilting his head up, pecking up your shoulder. you hummed, placing your fingers into your mouth, “depends who it is.” you replied, taking your fingers out, aligning them up with your hole. your hands gripped his shoulder, sliding a finger inside. “..fuck.” you moaned, moving at a slow pace, katsuki groaned softly feeling you grind against his cock, looking down, scoffing. “tch, you fingerin’ yourself?” you nodded, a smile tugging to your lips, squeezing your eyes shut, sliding a second finger in. “getting…fuck—myself ready for you.” you softly moaned, opening your eyes, meeting his gaze. they looked hungry, irritated. you trembled on top of him, your nails digging deeper into his shoulder, moving faster. “hah…” you panted, his gaze never left you, exhaling, not wanting to stop—but if you didn’t you would’ve came before putting him inside. 

you pulled out of yourself, before you could finish, gripping his cock. he hissed, as you grazed his tip against your folds, feeling how wet you were. “..you’re so fucking wet.” he scoffed, eyebrows creasing, his head falling onto your shoulder, sliding him inside you. his grip tightened around your waist, panting against your shoulder, your moans got louder, needier, the more you slid inside. both your hands gripped his shoulders, sliding all the way down, taking his entire length. you felt full, hot, hands trembling on his shoulders, adjusting to his size. you sucked in a breath, hips bucking against his. “big, huh?” he teased, you clicked your tongue, glaring at him. “..shhut up.” you held onto him, practically hugging him, starting to move. slow, and deliberate, rolling your hips. “..whyre you so…big.” you whined, lifting your hips, sliding back down. his thumb caressed along your tattoo, laughing under his breath. “genetics?” you snorted a laugh, lifting your head, now facing him, eyes dark, low lidded. “you’re so full of yourself.” you muttered, leaning down, taking his lips with yours. he kissed back in an instant, his hands guiding, forcing your hips to slide all the way down his cock, smirking hearing your muffled moans.

he picked up the pace, nothing but wet sounds, skin to skin slapping against each other. your hands gripped his hair, tilting your head, deepening the kiss. his hands moved your hips faster, eyebrows creasing feeling his knot forming. “..m’gonna cum, baby.” he growled in between the kiss, whimpering in response. “I am too..” he kept the same pace, thrusting his hips up, abusing your g-spot. you pulled back from his lips, trailing your kisses to his neck, your moans getting louder, biting against his skin. “I-I’m cumming, kat!” you squealed, your legs squeezing on his lap. “fuck—!” 

your body jolted forward, feeling him cum inside you, cumming down his cock. it was warm and messy, chest heaving, clenching around him. “katsuki…” you whined, grinding your hips, slow, riding out your orgasm. “you really—hah…drive me crazy.” he groaned, lifting your hips, sliding out of him. you chuckled tiredly, leaning more into his warmth, “is that a good thing, or bad thing?” he grinned, “depends,” he answered, dragging a comforting thumb over your hip, lazy, and slow. “I’m sleepy.” you murmured, words slurring a little, eyes shutting on you. he hummed quietly, “yeah i can tell, dummy.” he rolled his eyes, standing up from the bed, holding you tight into his arms, walking towards the bathroom. “what are you doing?’ you mumbled, burying your face in his neck.

“cleaning you and myself up.” the bathroom light flickered on, dimmed but warm, as he set you on the counter carefully. he turned towards the bath tub, turning the water on, then grabbed a washcloth, walking back to you. “open your legs.” you obeyed, spreading your legs open—you were dripping with his cum mixed with yours. you blinked at him through heavy lashes, watching as he wiped your leg. “you didn’t have to…” you started, but he only grumbled, shaking his head. “yeah I do…can’t leave you like this, that’s shitty.” his voice was rough, but he spoke softly, wiping you down slowly. when he finished, he placed the washcloth in the dirty hamper, walking over to turn off the water. 

he walked back towards you, slipping his hands under your thighs, lifting you up, carrying you to the bath tub. steam curling around the cold air, filling the room with a soft haze, as he lowered you gently, letting your toes feel the temperature, before easing you in. you groaned softly, the warmth engulfing your body instantly. “better?’ he asked, slipping in behind you, nodding your head, leaning against his chest. “yeah..feels nice.” he hummed, brushing a soft hand over your head, his eyes soft. “good..jus’ relax for now, sleep if you want to—I got you.” he murmured, nodding your head. his warmth mixed with the bath water, put you to sleep in an instant. his thumb softly caressing along your waist, tracing the faint outline of your tattoo. “kat..” you muttered, eyes still closed. katsuki looked down, with a raised brow. “hm?” 

divorce during the holidays is the worst. shared custody sucked more. forcing your child to spend christmas with two different families. it wasn’t what you or miguel wanted for your daughter, gabriella. but, unfortunately, your marriage was barely hanging on by a thread before sinking into the deep end. miguel was responsible for the divorce. prioritizing work and heroic deeds as spiderman over his family. spending endless hours at the lab and saving the city while leaving his family alone at home. you initiated the divorce one evening he came home late after a tough fight. miguel heavily disagreed in the beginning but seeing how miserable you were and the damage of his negligence affecting his family made him realize how much he messed up. he begged on his knees to give him another chance but you utterly refused and miguel reluctantly accepted there was no other choice. a choice he regrets to this day. but he knew he couldn’t waste your time anymore. he never hated signing a paper more than ever, a paper saying you’re no longer his. despite how much he hated it, miguel had do it for you and gabi.

separated from you was heartbreaking, shared custody was a pain in the ass. taking gabi for a certain amount of days, having her spend a few nights then returning her at your doorstep. of course miguel enjoys every second being with his daughter but feels strange without you there, laughing or talking along with them. it didn’t feel like a true family, like pieces of a puzzle is missing. the worse part is dropping gabriella off at your place and there isn’t a goodbye kiss from you or even a hug. just a simple ‘thank you’ and ‘goodnight’ with a light smile before shutting the door, leaving miguel a bit heartbroken and wanting more. he knows he doesn’t deserve any ounce of your love anymore after the damage he caused but his heart still aches.

it’s been six months since the divorce. the holiday season has arrived and it couldn’t be more dreadful. you and miguel established an agreement on who is gabriella spending christmas with. she’ll be with you on christmas eve and with miguel on christmas day. you prefer her with you that day since your family celebrates christmas eve more than the actual holiday as a hispanic tradition. miguel didn’t mind at all since he doesn’t have a big, loving family like yours. completely disconnected from his mother, only visited to see gabriella. his younger brother gabriel is spending the holiday with his girlfriend’s family. the only family he has fell apart due to his consequences of his actions. this is the first christmas of not celebrating with his family. the reality hit miguel hard right in the heart.

currently, miguel drives over to your apartment to pick up gabriella for the weekend. you texted him earlier if he can pick her up and take her for the weekend, he agreed. once he finally arrives and parks in the parking structure, miguel makes his way to your apartment. a small smile creeps up to his lips at the sight of the little christmas reef on the front door as he approaches closer. memories flash across his mind of previous christmases, your ravishing holiday decor around the house, bringing the christmas spirit to life. the heartwarming memories warms his heart before reality settles in his bones. he shakes the sadness away and brings up a fist to give a few gentle knocks on your door. his head perks up when the door opens, expecting to see you but instead his 8-year-old daughter in front of him.

“papí!” gabriella squeals and immediately runs to hug her father as tightly as she could.

“mija,” miguel blinks confusingly but proceeds to embrace his daughter, kneeling down to hug her properly. “hola, princesa. ¿como estas?”

“bien!” she exclaims, pulling back from the hug. “excited to go with you!”

miguel can’t help but smile at her excitement, heart feeling warm. “me too, mija. oye, dónde está mamá?” those scarlet eyes briefly scan behind, searching for your figure form where he stands.

“she’s in the bathroom getting ready for her party!”

his brows furrowed in confusion for a second before relaxing them when realization settles in. he remembers you mentioned a holiday work party when he dropped off gabi one night. you seemed excited about it from what he remembered.

“ah… well, let’s wait for her to be done, okay?” he looks down at his daughter.

she nods and yanks him inside by the hand, leading to the living room. her lilac butterfly backpack of her things and belongings for the weekend rests on the couch along with her puffy pink jacket and teal octopus plushie. once his hand was free from hers, miguel gets the chance to remove his shoes and put them on the shoe rack. his pupils dilate at the mesmerizing christmas decoration. garland, stockings, reefs, figurines. the beautiful tree near the fireplace that shines beautifully in gold light. your decoration skills never fail to impress him. it brings him a sense of warmth, peace and comfort. just like the times when you decorated at the house before.

the thoughts were interrupted when faint christmas music reaches his ears. miguel turns his head in the direction of the music and sees that it’s coming from down the hall, presumably your room. the door is open and he can see the light of your bathroom casting among the polished floor. curiosity creeps through his veins, coaxing him to go to you.

“mija, wait here, okay?” he looks over his shoulder at gabi and she nods while playing with her octopus plushie on the couch. miguel turns back and walks down the hall with cautious steps.

anticipation flows through his veins with each step he takes, increasing as he reaches your bedroom door. part of him thrives off the anticipation but the other part tells him to walk away and leave you alone. why does he have to be nosy sometimes, especially with you? you aren’t together anymore, miguel shouldn’t have the privilege to sneak up on you anymore. but damn his curiosity.

he silently stands by the doorway of your room. the bathroom door is ajar, the holiday music is more prominent to his ears, and miguel can’t help but take a careful step closer to get a better glimpse. his pupils dilate immensely and breath gets caught in his throat at the sight in front of him.

you’re wearing a beautiful, elegant red dress. a sweetheart neckline with white fluff on the edges. the puffy skirt of the dress designed beautifully in lace followed by white fluff at the hem. resembling santa claus. a pair of white heels and silver jewelry that compliment the dress. hair and makeup done beautifully. the best part is you dancing in that dress while singing along to “navidad, navidad” by luis miguel, part of his christmas album that you’d always listen to during the holidays every year. the skirt portion of your dress swaying as you dance and twirl among with the song while finishing up your appearance. not paying attention to your ex-husband standing a few feet away like a peeping tom.

miguel stands there utterly speechless like an fool in love. whose mouth hangs open and eyes widen in pure astonishment. heart pounding like a drum out practically of his chest, swoon with immense adoration. suddenly, the whole world slowed down and everything became a blur expect you. like a glimmering spotlight shinning down on you like you’re the most precious thing in the entire universe. dancing so beautifully with that stunning dress that makes you appear like a holiday princess. miguel swore an holiday angel stands before him. your beauty never fails to amaze him but damn… you look so radiant, the definition of ethereal perfection. the physical form of the term beauty itself. his knees almost fucking buckled. your beauty could kill him and miguel will die a very happy man.

you always manage to take his breath away.

wow… he physically cannot form a single sentence. miguel is utterly speechless, too stunned, and mesmerized by his gorgeous ex-wife.

fuck, there is that word again.

ex-wife.

memories of you dressing up and getting dolled up for dates with him flow through his mind. how excited you get, just like how you are right now, dressing up for fun and having a wonderful time. dressed up in the cutest, most beautiful outfits that always took his breath away. miguel would always lean against the doorframe, either arms folded or hands in his pockets, silently admiring you getting ready with a smile on his face. one of his favorite things to do. if he would, he would stay there admiring you forever like the angel you still are.

the difference now is you’re not getting dolled up for him anymore and it stabs miguel in the heart. you’re not excited about dressing up to go out on dates with him anymore. this time it’s only for yourself and an event miguel isn’t welcome to go. there were times you’d dress for yourself of course. but now miguel is really discarded from the whole picture.

he shouldn’t be doing this, it feels utterly wrong. silently watching his ex-wife singing and dancing in one of the beautiful dresses ever like he’s not a fucking creep. he doesn’t deserve to see you like this, he lost that privilege months ago. miguel needs to leave before you see him. with a disappointing head shake, miguel quickly but quietly exits your bedroom and returns to the living room to wait for you. sitting on the couch beside gabriella, who’s too occupied with her toys, he remains there in silence. allowing his large muscular form to sink into the cushions. he glances at the christmas pillows, two at each end of the couch and one in the center. a snowman, santa, and a gingerbread cookie in that exact order. a baby blue snowflake blanket draped over the cushions. miguel admires the cute decor until he hears heels clicking and turns to see you entering the room with that gorgeous smile that melts his heart. a white faux fur shawl is wrapped around your shoulders, perfectly complimenting your red dress.

gabriella looks up with a surprised expression before jumping off the couch and running towards you with wide arms. “mamá! you look so pretty!”

your heart melts as you kneel down, collecting her in your arms. “gracias, mi cielo.”

“you look like a princess! a christmas princess!” her tiny hands fiddle with the red lace of your dress, staring in pure amazement. “i want a dress like this!”

you softly chuckle, gently cupping her cheeks and give her forehead a kiss. “maybe we can go shopping one day and see if we can find one for you.”

“yay!” the little girl squeals and hugs you tightly.

you embrace her once again before pulling away and stand up to find your ex-husband already making his way towards you both. subconsciously, your eyes briefly scan his form. a dark gray knitted sweater, a pair of black pants, and black waterproof boots. it makes your heart flutter. can’t deny how handsome he looks, he always does. you and miguel may not be together anymore but that doesn’t mean you can’t still admire him and admit how handsome he is. the man may have broken your heart and trust but deep down you still love him. your heart still beats for him, no matter if it hurts when you see him.

miguel stands there like an awkward, stuttering idiot. gawking at his gorgeous ex-wife and mother of his child. stop staring and say something, tonto!

“you… you look beautiful.”

his compliment warms your cheeks and goes straight to your heart, something he always managed to do. you still love it.

“thank you.” you say kindly. “and thank you for picking up gabi. my parents couldn’t and i didn’t know who else to call so, thank you.”

miguel lightly shakes his head, not wanting you to feel bad. “it’s okay, i’m glad to help out.” he offers a small smile and you do the same.

there is a small silence stretched out between you two. a silence that feels a bit dreadful considering the circumstances between you and miguel. the divorce is still kinda fresh, hearts still recovering from the heartbreak yet the pain still lingers.

“are we going now?!” the sweet voice of your daughter snaps you both out of sad thoughts.

“yes, mija. let’s put our shoes on.” miguel glances down at her with a soft smile.

the three of you head towards the front door, just like old times which makes both your and miguel’s heart ache a little. miguel helps gabriella put on her tiny pink uggs, kneeling in front of her and slipping on each boot on her little feet. then, he helps her put on her backpack. just like he did when he took her to school every morning. the sight melts your heart. those sad thoughts were about to creep in again but you shake them away with your head and proceed to gather your mini purse with your belongings. after masking sure all the lights were off expect the christmas tree, the three of you exit your apartment and you lock the door while miguel and gabriella converse with each other behind you. hearing her cute little giggles and them talking brings a smile to your lips. a smile that quickly fades as you turn around after checking the door was locked well.

“papí, can we go ice skating?” gabriella asks as you enter the elevator, her hand in her father’s. she stands in between you and miguel.

“uhh… i’m not sure if i have your ice skates at home, mi amor.” miguel’s brows furrowed slightly, trying to remember if he did have her skates or not.

“they’re in her backpack.” you kindly informed him without looking at him, too focused on fixing the skirt of your dress to flatten out any creases.

miguel briefly spares a surprised glance at you. “oh, okay. thank you.” he watches you nod, like you’re refusing to look at him. not sure if that’s intentional but it did make his chest ache a little. he gives you one final glance before looking forward.

it would’ve been complete silence if it weren’t for your daughter babbling about the recents things she’s been learning at school. it’s not that you’re uncomfortable with miguel, no absolutely not. it’s just the unfortunate circumstances between you two and the lingering ache in your heart from his actions that caused those circumstances. your heart may still beat for him but he still did hurt you. to be honest, it’s been the hardest six months of your life. moving out and selling the house after the divorce was initiated was a major strain for your family. searching for an apartment wasn’t easy but thank the universe you managed to find one good enough for you and your daughter. even better that it was closer to her school. but the hardest part is not having the man you love there all the time anymore. living without miguel is like not living at all. miguel feels the same way. his apartment is less nicer than yours, definitely not as cozy but tries to for gabriella’s comfort. it’s just been hard the past six months.

you all walked to the parking garage where both your cars are parked next to each other. miguel opens the back door with gabriella’s car seat is and puts her backpack inside. turning around, he finds you kneeling down and hugging gabi one last time before departure. the heartwarming sight melts his heart.

“bye, mi cielo.” you give her many kisses around her face, causing gabi to squeal and squirm in your arms. “cuídate mucho. remember, always listen to papí, okay?” you pull back enough to look at her.

the little girl nods, smiling. “sí, mamí. i’ll miss you.”

there goes your heart melting again. “aw, mi amor. i’ll miss you too. i’ll see you on sunday, okay?”

she nods once again. “have fun at the party! can you bring me candy if they have any?”

you softly chuckle. kids and candy, never gets old.

“if they have some, i will.”

“yay! gracias, mamí!” gabriella gives you one final but big hug. “te quiero, mamí.”

“te quiero mucho, mi cielo. have fun with papí.”

with one final kiss on her cheek, gabi happily skips to the car and crawls inside into her car seat. you stand up back on your feet and fix your dress while miguel buckles her in. once gabi is securely buckled, he gently shuts her door and turns back to you.

“are you sure you don’t want us to drop you off?” he asks, a hint of concern laced in his tone.

honestly, miguel doesn’t want you driving yourself to the party. especially on a friday evening when all the drunks are out and about doing god knows what.

you gently shake your head. “i’m sure, i’ll be fine. it’s not far from here and traffic isn’t that bad today.”

his frown only deepens ever so slightly. that answer didn’t please or ease his worries. “is there someone picking you up at least? a coworker?”

“miguel,” you softly said his name, the same soft tone you’d use to calm him down whenever he gets worried. his overprotectiveness of you never faded, you don’t mind. it warms your heart. “i’ll be fine, i promise.” you gently reassure him.

he still isn’t satisfied but he knows not to argue, especially when it’s pointless. he reluctantly agrees with a heavy exhale before nodding.

“just drive safe, okay?”

“i will, you too.”

you turn around and unlocked your car, opening the door before miguel reaches for it and holding it for you like the gentlemen he still is. the gesture surprised you but you don’t mind.

“have fun tonight.” he said softly, smiling heartily.

the soft glint in those crimson eyes that you always adored and made your heart flutter.

“thanks.” you smile softly at him one last time, appreciating his words, before getting in your car.

miguel gently shuts the door and stands there patiently as your car started and you take off, watching you exit the parking structure to make sure you’re safe. once your car is completely out of his sight, he heads back in his own and begins the journey back to his place with gabriella. playing her playlist on the drive back, listening to her singing along to her favorite songs. while driving pass each building, his thoughts wander to you. the image of you in that gorgeous red dress is forever imbedded in his mind. you truly never fail to amaze him. miguel hopes you have a great time tonight.

he couldn’t stop thinking about you all evening.

at the ice rink, ice skating with gabriella. at the dinner they went to afterwards. at the tiny café where gabi wanted hot chocolate. never once did you abandoned his mind. the image of you in that red dress practically consumes his mind. miguel was so utterly lost in those thoughts of you that he almost ate shit while ice skating. could’ve tripped if he didn’t maintain his balance right away. couldn’t form a proper thought without you appearing in his head.

can you blame him though? you looked so fucking beautiful. the love of his life dressed so beautifully like a fucking goddess. part of his secretly wishes to sneak into the holiday park you’re at just to see you one last time to get over his obsession.

miguel has really got it bad.

that is what lyla has told him, making him roll his eyes and answer with a grumble.

the fun ends with him carrying a sleepy gabriella to her room. luckily she was already wearing pajamas when he picked her up at your place so no need to wake her up to change. he had already taken off her shoes and jacket when they arrived home. miguel ever so carefully placed her down on her bed, not wanting to disturb her slumber. once gabi is fully under the covers and completely tucked in, miguel gives her a soft goodnight kiss on the forehead then exits her bedroom, quietly shutting the door on his way out. he padded away to his bedroom, shutting the door after himself to ensure privacy.

“lyla.” he calls out, the tiny ai appears near his shoulder. “keep an eye on gabi.” with a tap on his watch, he transforms into his spider suit.

she raises a brow, folding her arms. “you’re gonna spy on her.” it wasn’t a question, the truth.

“i’m not gonna spy on her.” he answers grumpily, walking towards the balcony with balled fists at his sides. “i’m just… gonna make sure she’s safe.”

“uh huh, riiiight. making sure your ex-wife is safe, yeah totally not spying.”

miguel gets agitated. “lyla, por favor…”

she raises her tiny arms with a shrug. “hey, i’m just saying. this ain’t the first time you’ve spyed on her. i guess that dress really made you go crazy.”

“lyla, ya!” he tries to snatch her but she glitches away from his attempt with a smug look. “just…” a frustrated sign escape his lips, pinching the bridge of his nose. “are the security measures activated?”

“yes, i’ll informed you if gabi needs anything.”

he lets out another sigh, in relief this time. “thank you.” as the final step, his masks covers his face before stepping into the moonlight.

his gizmo has the coordinates of your work building where the party is being held, which were provided by lyla. with one final exhale, miguel hops onto the ledge of the balcony and swings away with his webs. swinging from building to building, avoiding flying vehicles in the air, venturing through the city, heading towards his destination. it isn’t long until the building where you work comes into view. his eyes detect colorful lights from the tallest level and proceeds to swing towards it. there is a huge, long balcony that’s connected to the room. miguel lands right above it, the spot gives him a perfect view of the interior since it’s glass. groups of people dressed in fancy attire occupy the room. holidays decorations scattered throughout the room. a delicate christmas tree in the center. tables of food and drinks in the back. everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.

those scarlet eyes immediately search for your angelic form. his pupils dilate underneath his mask once again when he finds you chitchatting with coworkers near the tables of food. there you are, looking absolutely stunning in that red dress that’s been haunting him all evening. those warm glow of the lights does wonders on your features, your entire form. the red sparkles on the skirt position of your red shimmer beautifully. the white shawl you were wearing earlier is discarded, leaving your bare shoulders exposed and revealing the pretty silver necklace adorned around your delicate neck. the way those pretty lips curl up into the most precious smiles miguel has ever seen as you babble to your colleagues about something. seeing you smiling so brightly and laughing means you’re having a great time. that brings happiness to miguel’s heart. your happiness means everything to him. ironically saying that when he failed to do that himself. memories of the times you were smiling and laughing at him when you were together invade his mind. those cute, sweet moments just you and him, gabriella as well. utterly in love and had nothing to care about but each other and your family. he misses the way he used to make you laugh or smile. the way your pretty lips curl up showing off that beautiful smile miguel adores so dearly. the angelic sound of your laughter blessing his ears. all of it is, still, precious to him.

expect you aren’t smiling and laughing at him, your colleagues get the privilege to witness that, not him. the guilt and sadness returns, stabbing him in the heart. watching you being so happy not only makes his heart flutter but also ache with immense guilt. he isn’t the one making you happy, other people are. they are very lucky, they have no idea an angel is blessing them with her presence.

those thoughts snap out of his head when a man, who owns a set of glasses, slicked back light brown hair, and in a tux strolls up by your side, caressing your arm to coax you to turn around and greet him with a hug. his heart stops for a moment. underneath the mask, miguel’s brows furrowed in envy and confusion at the a-bit-too-intimate interaction.

who the fuck is that?

why the hell did that bastard touched you like that?

he observes how your smile widens in the man’s presence, causing an ache in miguel’s chest. what could that man could’ve possibly done to make you smile like that? the same way you’d smile at him. those crimson eyes narrowed in concentration, observing the interaction between you and that asshole. he seems to be standing way too close to you, arms merely touching and faces inches apart. miguel’s jaw clenched a bit too hard as you twirl showing off your dress and observes the way the man’s eyes trail down your appearance with a lip bite. oh he knows that look, he knows how men think as one himself and miguel hates it. never did he wanted to beat the shit out of someone and clogged their eyes out with his talons so badly.

“miguel, your heart rate is accelerating abnormally.” lyla pops up near his shoulder.

“not now, lyla.”

“seething is not gonna make it better for you.”

“i’m not seething.”

“your clenched jaw says otherwise.”

he lets out a grumble, ignoring her presence and focusing on your interaction with that bastard.

a huge part of him wants to barge in and yank that motherfucker away from you. give a nice punch in the stomach, maybe in the balls too so his chances of love could also be ruined. however, miguel knows better than to that because it isn’t right. you seem to having a great time and the last thing he wants to ruin it. he can’t afford to have you be more upset with him than you already are with a failed marriage. he broke your heart and trust. you’re no longer together, the papers have established that, so you’re free to do whatever or be with whoever you choose. he just hates seeing you move on while he’s still trapped everlasting guilt. you never left his heart.

but reason and common sense are thrown out the window when the man very stealthy wraps an around your shoulders and brings you closer towards him. the worst part is you lean into him with a shy smile on your face. suddenly, miguel’s blood goes cold like ice. the frown on his face transforms into a scowl as jealousy plagues his veins like a virus. his fists tightened, nails digging into his holographic gloves. jaw clenched to the point of almost breaking.

who the fuck does that asshole think he is?

touching his wife (ex-wife) like that? throwing an arm around you and bring you close like a couple?

oh miguel is gonna commit fucking murder.

how dare that fucking piece of shit touch you so intimately? have the fucking audacity to wrap an arm around you like you’re his girlfriend or wife.

no, you’re his (ex)wife. not that bastard’s.

no one should touch you like that. no one should touch you at all. not one fucking soul.

the possessiveness was consuming every aspect of his body. miguel can practically feel the envy and anger boiling in his veins. chest heaving, breathing heavily, fists and jaw clenched. the steam is about to burst into horrific flames. the avalanche is tumbling downhill. the world is basically collapsing. everything becomes red, all miguel sees is pure red. a deeper, dangerous red more than one in his eyes.

miguel was about to barge through the glass when lyla’s voice reaches his ear, stopping him from probably making another big mistake in his life.

“hostage crisis at a hospital.” she informs him, appearing in front of her boss.

a frustrated groan escapes his lips. “chingado…”

reluctantly, his gaze returns to you and your too-friendly bastard coworker. thankfully his arm is no longer around your shoulders and you’re free from his hold yet still standing close. miguel shouldn’t leave you alone with that son of a bitch. the strongest urge to swing in and swoop you up in his arms consumes him. but, much to his dismay, he can’t. no matter how much he wants to. no matter how much pain it brings to his heart. miguel can’t discard his heroic duties. lives are at stake and he needs to be there before time runs out.

miguel spares you one final glance. eyes filled with hurt and envy. solemnly watching you with that other man before turning away, not baring to watch anymore for the sake of his already broken heart. for a moment, he closes his eyes and releases a heavy sad sigh. collecting himself before swinging away. but with each building he passes by, the ache in his heart grew stronger and is unable to ignore.

a heartbroken spiderman swinging through the city.

so much for the holiday spirit.

sunday arrives and it’s time for gabriella to return to you. miguel has never been so eager to drive back to your place after a painful weekend. of course he enjoyed his time with his daughter. binged watched holiday movies while sipping on hot chocolate they made together. baked cookies that miguel completely burned and decided to go buy some at the grocery store. had a holiday tea party with her stuffed animals. it was a great weekend and gabi had a blast which miguel was very happy about.

but the painful image of you with that asshole coworker at the holiday party never left his mind. it was like the damn plague. no matter how hard he tried to not think of it, he just couldn’t. miguel didn’t even sleep well without those damn images of you and that guy cozy up together invading his mind as he tried to fall asleep. tossing and turning frustratingly in the bed sheets before ultimately giving up and become sleep deprived the next morning. the amount of times miguel almost tapped on your contact to call you was ridiculous. the dumbass even tried to coax any information about that guy from his daughter, if you’ve mentioned him to her before but sadly gabi said no which only fueled his frustration. miguel was losing his damn mind.

he even asked lyla of that guy’s address and information that night after gabriella went to bed. almost considered paying the bastard a visit and see how close he wants to get. but of course lyla talked miguel out of it and said he was being such a damn drama queen about it, which only made him more grumpy. but miguel knew she was right. jealousy really does fuck with you and he hates it. irrational thinking and poor judgment. stupid ass jealousy.

eventually, he pulls up to your apartment building. miguel already notified you of his arrival with a text message when he left his place. in the backseat, there is a sleepy gabriella. she passed out on the drive. once the car is parked, he gets out and gently takes her out of her car seat. gently shushing her as she lets out a soft groan before falling back asleep in his arms this time. her octopus plushie snugged in her arms. after grabbing her backpack and locking the car, miguel heads inside and makes his way to your apartment. after the elevator ride, miguel approaches your door and gives it a few gentle knocks to not disturb gabriella’s slumber. not even 5 seconds and you’re already opening the door, greeting him with a smile. heart melting at the sight of gabriella asleep in her dad’s arms.

you follow him to gabi’s room, carrying her backpack in your hand despite miguel’s many protests that he’s got it. you place it on her little desk while miguel gently puts her down in bed. you assist him with taking off her shoes and jacket, earning a few groans from her which made you and miguel freeze before she settles down again. you put away the shoes and jacket back in her closet as he tucks her in the cozy sheets. turning around, you find miguel kneeling beside the bed giving gabi a goodnight kiss on the forehead like he always does. the sight makes your heart flutter. he truly is an amazing father. forever grateful for choosing him as the father to your child.

miguel follows you out of gabi’s room, gently shutting the door on your way out. you two return to the living room. you continue on walking towards the front door while miguel slows down his steps, remaining in the living room. normally, you two would say your goodbyes and he’d walk out the door. but this time miguel doesn’t want that. he’s been dying to know exactly what happened between you and that guy from the holiday party. he can’t wait any longer or else his head will fucking explode.

“how was…” he clears his throat, swallowing down the envy. “how was the holiday party?”

you turn around, surprised to him standing in the living room. “oh, it was great!” you meet up with him, walking back. “everyone was so dressed nicely, the food was amazing. you would’ve loved the stake, it tasted amazing like chef’s kiss.” you mimic the action, causing him to smile. “there was a chocolate fountain but someone fucked it up so it was broken for the rest of party.” you softly chuckle.

miguel chuckles as well before it slowly dies down, remembering you and that son of a bitch. the thought makes him bite the inside of his cheek, preventing a frown to form on his face.

but he didn’t miss the way you mentioned him about loving the stake you had there. so you were thinking of him at some point. that gives him little hope.

“it was amazing, everyone had a great time.” you concluded with a smile, folding your arms.

he only answers with hum, pleased to hear you had a great time but unsatisfied that you haven’t mentioned your interaction with that guy. miguel hasn’t taken a moment to look at you. a red knitted sweater and a cream-colored maxi silk skirt. you look cozy and the warm lighting of your christmas tree emphasizes on that. beautiful and cozy. a major contrast to that puffy red dress from friday night.

“you had a great time?”

it was gentle approach, testing the waters.

you nod with a smile. “i did, a really great time. i needed that. feel loose and not worry about life even just for one night, you know.”

miguel could only respond with a light nod. of course he understands what you mean. from the chaos of the last 6 months, the divorce, moving, work, being a parent, it’s all overwhelming. you definitely deserved to spend a night free of all those things.

“a great time with friends?”

another careful approach.

you hum with a nod, heading over to the kitchen to grab your gingerbread mug of coffee from the counter that you discarded earlier. “yeah. talked about work, family, holiday plans.”

those crimson orbs follow your figure as you babble about your coworkers. the annoying need to know about that man you were with was boiling up inside. poking like a thorn on his side. miguel isn’t sure how to approach that topic without being suspicious. it was an internal battle occurring in his mind.

“who?”

“oh- lori, jamie, kyle. you remember them, right?”

he affirms with a nod, remembering them from previous visits to your job. good, friendly people. but definitely not the bastard you were with.

“anyone else?”

miguel’s heart pauses for a moment when your brows frown slightly in confusion.

shit, too much.

“well… just other people i work with but don’t really talk to much.” your head tilts slightly. “why?”

he shrugs his shoulders, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “just… asking.”

wow, that’s a pathetic excuse.

your frown deepens by a fraction, growing suspicions of his inquiry. “just asking?” you may not live together anymore but you know this man better than anyone and he’s definitely lying. something you’ve gotten used to over the past year. “why do you keep asking about who i was talking with?”

after taking final sips of the coffee, you place the mug down again and walk around the counter to face your ex-husband properly with a suspicious look.

fuck, he went overboard. crossed the line.

“nada.” miguel frowns and unfolds his arms, rolling his shoulder back uncomfortably. he needs to abort before things spiral drastically.

“no, no, no.” you wave a dismissive finger at him. oh the son of a bitch lying, right in your fucking face and it makes your blood boil. “why are you asking? dime.”

abort, abort, abort.

“nada.” he answered through gritted teeth, becoming a bit agitated. “ya me voy.” miguel moves passed you heading towards the door. heart beating faster and faster with each step he takes.

he needs to leave now.

“should’ve broken his fucking glasses and face before he stepped foot inside the building.”

miguel’s heart sinks and whole body freezes when he realizes those words accidentally slipped out his mouth a bit too loud than a grumble.

oh fuck.

slowly turning around, just as he feared the worst, he sees the mortified expression illustrated on your face. eyes wide burning with fury and mouth hung open in pure disbelief. miguel knows he fucked up big time again and your expression says it all. flashbacks of the night he confessed to you of being spiderman invade his mind. the same damn fucking expression. that is what fucking kills him.

“you fucking asshole…” you glare at him, sending unpleasant shivers down miguel’s spine. blood boiling in rage and utter disbelief. “you were SPYING on me?! the whole fucking time?!” your voice escalated but tried to dilate back for gabi’s sake.

“not the whole time!” his voice escalated as well before realizing not to wake gabi up.

“oh so you were! un-fucking-believable.”

miguel groans frustratingly at his own mistakes, pinching the bridge of his nose with a hand. “i was just making sure you were safe.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “qué mamada. you just wanted to spy on me like you always do, even now since we’re divorced and you can’t handle me being on my own. how wonderful, miguel.”

“i never said that!” he looks back at you with slightly bloodshot eyes of frustration and pleading. “just because a few papers say we’re divorced doesn’t mean i won’t stop caring for you nor will i ever will. i look out for you to make sure you’re safe!”

“well i clearly was at the party since you saw, right?”

“¡por dios, mujer!” these goes his voice escalating once again. “can’t you understand what i’m saying?!”

“no, miguel!” your tone matches his. “how can i understand my ex-husband spying on me is making sure i’m safe? sounds more like stalking.”

“i’m not—” a loud, annoyed groans escapes his lips as miguel turns away for a moment, trying to contain his frustration from bursting. “i’m not stalking.”

“clearly you were stalking me and my friend.”

“because ese pinche huevón was touching you too fucking much like you two were dating!” this time miguel doesn’t hold back his frustration, unleashing his true feelings without any more restraints.

your mouth hangs open with a scoff. “oh wow… how original, the dating accusation. you’re unbelievable.”

“it was unbelievable for him touching my wife!”

“ex-wife, miguel.” you correct him, making him flinch a little. “i’m not your wife anymore.”

his heart deflated at that. the truth struck him hard like lightning, more aggressive. shocking him back into reality that he utterly despises.

you scan his form. frown settled on his face, shoulders slightly slouched, chest heaving a little, balled fists at his sides. you can tell he wants to say something, like it was on the tip of his tongue but ultimately vanishes by the way his lips open then close. it elicits a heavy sigh from you.

“i can’t argue with you anymore,” you rub the temples of your forehead, sensing an oncoming headache. “just… go home, miguel.”

panic strikes his veins when you turn and start walking away from him, heading to your bedroom. he isn’t finished with you, he needs answers. despite his conscience telling him to leave you alone.

“who said this conversation is over?” he quickly follows your trail. his frown deepens.

“i did. go home.” you grow agitated.

“not until you tell me what else happened.”

you spin around looking at him with disbelief for a moment. “chingado, miguel! are you fucking kidding me? nothing else happened!”

“did you sleep with him?”

fuck. FUCK.

the words slip from his mouth before miguel could even process them and he stops in his tracks the moment realization kicks in. made another biggest fucking mistake in costing his relationship with you and probably ruined it forever. the mortified expression on your face fucking killed him.

what the fuck have you done, miguel?

“oh fuck you.”

you spin on your heels and immediately walk away from, not wanting to look at him anymore. fury boiling in your blood, throughout your entire body. how dare that fucking asshole have the audacity of making an insane accusation? how dare him think of you like that? the same man you loved, who was there for your good and bad days, who was always by your side, until he wasn’t later on. how can miguel think of you betraying him like that? you would never, ever. even divorced, you still love him. yet here he is accusing you of sleeping with a different man.

“no, no, no. ¡espera!” miguel quickly chases after you, reaching out a hand panicky.

“go fuck yourself.”

you have every right to be angry with him but miguel can’t leave without apologizing. he can’t live with himself without letting you know how much he regrets asking such a vile question and hurting you even more. he would never forgive himself.

“mi alma, please—” his hand reaches for your arm but you swiftly yank it away from his attempt, as if it burned you or the damn plague.

“don’t fucking touch me!” you snap at him.

in panic, miguel immediately takes back his hand but continues following you. “please. i didn’t mean—”

“get out of my home.”

you reach your bedroom but can’t close the door in time as miguel enters, making you more frustrated than you already are. a groan escapes your lips.

“if you don’t fucking leave now, i’m gonna—”

“i’m sorry!” miguel exclaims frustratingly but with a sad glint in his eyes. “i didn’t mean to say that—”

“well you did, didn’t you? or else, if you didn’t mean, then you wouldn’t have said it anyway.”

he can hear the hurt in your voice and it makes his heart crack. he really fucked up big time. you’re right, miguel wouldn’t have said it at all yet his stupid mouth opened before his mind could process. jealousy can cloud your judgment, make poor choices. look where it got him at, his ex-wife, the woman he still loves, furious at his disgusting words and most definitely hates him even more.

why does he keep fucking things up?

miguel whispers your name so gently it pains you. “you’re right…. i was being an asshole and my stupid mouth opened before i could even think. just please…” he whispers your name again. “i’m sorry.”

“how could you ever think of me like that?” you couldn’t prevent the small crack in your voice as tears begin to swell in your eyes.

miguel’s heart aches at the sight of your tearful eyes and the pure hurt in your voice. staring at you with guilt in his eyes, plaguing his body like a virus.

“do you really believe i would do that to you?” another voice crack.

miguel just stands there like the biggest fucking asshole in the universe.

the self-loathing grows stronger.

a few tears slowly trail down your heated cheeks, not holding them back anymore, just simply allowing them to fall. “i would never, miguel. never!” your voice escalates again, filled with immense hurt. “you know why? because i still love you!”

miguel stands there completely speechless. heart aching with immense remorse. like an anvil lands on his heart and crushes it. guilt was striking him like a fucking train. those tears of pain and sadness in those beautiful eyes kills him, especially knowing he is the cause of them. you sound so utterly heartbroken and frustrated, it stabs him right in the fucking heart a million times. miguel can feel his own tears starting to swell his eyes as well.

those tears continue to fall uncontrollably, not caring if you look like a complete mess. tears down your heated cheeks, snot from your nose.

“we may not be together anymore, miguel, but i still love you. i never stopped.” a sniffle interrupts you for a second. heart beating rapidly, chest heaving. “i would never betray you like that, not ever.”

miguel just stands there like the pathetic, guilty fuck he is. like the biggest asshole ever. eyes swelled with tears and heart aching. the frustration and hurt in your tone rings in his ears. tears in those gorgeous eyes he adores. your sobbing makes it incredibly difficult for miguel to not rush over, cradle for your face and wipe your tears away. the same very tears he caused and miguel hates himself for it.

how dare he think horribly of you? basically borderline misogynistic. miguel knows better than to accuse you of something like that. he knows you and knows that is something you would never do, especially to him. how can he be so fucking stupid? stupid ass jealousy got the best of him, consumed his mind and took control of him. now look at the damage of that, you crying and yelling at him. two things miguel never wanted you to feel. he always hated watching you cry and get upset, especially when he is the reason. flashbacks of the night you two had that big argument that lead to the divorce. you crying, screaming at him for his negligence as a husband and father. a woman begging for her husband to come back to his family yet miguel failed to understand that then. him trying to reason with you but his anger got the best of him and made everything worse, costing him his marriage.

it’s history repeating itself and miguel can’t allow it.

he can’t lose you for good this time.

you pause a moment to wipe some tears away. a few sniffles here and there. miguel decides to be brave and slowly walks over to you. cautiously reaching his arms out but you notice and immediately backed away with a dismissive head shake.

“don’t.” you turn away, hugging yourself as the tears continue trailing down your face. feeling hurt and betrayed by him, not daring to look at him anymore.

panicky, miguel stops and lowers his arms but doesn’t back away. only standing a few inches from you. heart aching at your trembling form. shoulders shaking from the tiny sobs you let out.

“mi alma, please…” he sounds like a hurt puppy, voice soft and broken.

you shake your head again but no words this time. eyes closed shut, not baring to look at him as tears continue to spill. nose running and heart broken.

he lowers his head in shame and regret, closing his eyes to figure out what to do next or how to fix this. also mentally cursing at himself for allowing things to escalate to this shitty level. his eyes look back at your trembling form, still standing there within a few inches from him. miguel decides to bite the bullet and cautiously move closer, reaching out a hand towards your shoulder before gently touching it.

your body jumps momentarily at the contact but you don’t shove off his hand or push him away. instead allowing miguel to move closer until his arms slowly and gently pull you closer into his chest. that’s when the tears pick up again. allowing yourself to cry into his chest, just like the times you did in the past when you were still together. those strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close and keeping you safe from the world. you always felt safe in his arms, the only pair of arms you want to be in. the soft fabric of his navy blue sweater rests against your cheek. miguel holds you tightly against his solid chest. one arm wrapped around your back and his other hand cupping the back of your head. each sob breaks a piece of his already broken heart, causing him to tighten his hold on you as you continue sobbing.

you and miguel remain there like that, holding each other as the weight of the emotions of the night come crashing down. his hand on your back giving a a few gentle rubs for comfort. embracing each other like nothing else mattered in the world. eventually, your sobs quiet down and things are settled down. miguel takes the opportunity to finally speak.

“lo siento mucho, mi alma.” his voice is soft, tender with a hint of remorse as he continues gently rubbing your back. “i’m sorry for hurting you. i don’t expect forgiveness, i don’t deserve it.” his heart flutters when he feels you nuzzle more into his chest. “i’m not only sorry for tonight but for everything. for neglecting you and gabi, for not being there when you needed me. i was trying to protect you both but… i was pushing you away and i’m sorry.”

“you really did hurt me, miguel.” you whisper between a sniffle, still leaning against his chest. relishing the warmth of his body that provided you much comfort as painful memories of lonely nights and arguments come by. “not only me but gabi, too.”

his arms tighten around you a little, giving you a gentle apologetic squeeze. “i know, i’ll never forgive myself for hurting my family.” his heart aches at those painful memories as well.

you allow his words to sink in. you know he’s sorry, how guilty he’s felt the past 6 months since your relationship ended. you have always noticed the self-loathing consuming him whole. the guilty, remorseful glint in those beautiful scarlet eyes every time they met yours. you also know miguel never stopped loving and caring for you and gabriella. he loves his family. underneath that cold exterior he often portrayed to others is a man with a heart full of love and devotion. you love that about him.

after a few more minutes of staying in his arms, you slowly break away from his hold but stay close. his arms unwrap but hold you close by your upper arms, the soft fabric of your sweater against his fingers. you and miguel simply stare at one another in silence, holding each other’s gaze that feels like an eternity. those mesmerizing scarlet irises boring into your gorgeous ones. the longer you stare, the stronger the tension grows. tension has always been lingering between you two since the divorce but especially tonight after things got heated.

the close proximity makes both your hearts beat fast. you catch his eyes glance down at your lips, making your heart skip a beat. miguel can’t stop himself, nor did he want to. those lips have been taunting him since the divorce. kissing you is what he missed the most. those sweet, soft lips pressed against his rough ones. how his whole body would melt the moment he felt your lips. tasting the occasional lip gloss you’d wear. the lipstick stains left on his lips and over his face that miguel would wear proudly like a trophy, not daring to wipe them off. it felt like fucking torture not able to kiss you anymore. every time you were near him, miguel just wanted lean down and kiss you. but he had to resist so many damn times and it was hardest thing ever. but right now, you looking up at him with those mesmerizing eyes he adores, miguel can’t resist anymore.

“bésame.”

as if you read his mind.

miguel hesitates for a moment, looking at you if you were truly okay with this, before bending down to your level and capture your lips with his own. you immediately kiss him back, cupping his face with your hands. the kiss is passionate before it quickly becomes messy and desperate. it’s been 6 months since your lips touched, of course you two are desperate as hell for each other. the painful weight of divorce suddenly vanished the moment your lips connected. miguel knew your lips were still soft and sweet. he ain’t wasting a fucking second. that prompts him to apply more pressure into the kiss, eliciting a heavenly moan from you that makes his cock twitch in his pants. you cling onto him, desperate to feel more of him. fingers clutching onto his shoulders before digging into those cute soft brown curls that you adore wholeheartedly.

miguel feels the heat forming in his core before transforming into a painful erection due to those soft little moans and whines of yours. he needs you so fucking bad. without warning, he hoists you in his arms by grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting you into his hold. the sudden moment makes you gasp and instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders for steadiness while your legs do the same with his waist. your cute reaction creates a smile on his lips and you can feel it through the kiss. carrying in his arms, miguel approaches the bed and sits down on the edge with you in his lap straddling him. your lips never detach as yours hands roam over each other’s bodies. a soft gasp leaves your lips as you feel miguel’s warm calloused hands slipping underneath your sweater and touching more of your skin. he’s going fucking insane at the feeling of your celestial skin in his hands, wanting to feel more and more after what felt like an eternity.

his fingers grip the hem of your red sweater and gently pulls it over your head, revealing a red lacy bra underneath. miguel softly curses at the mouthwatering sight of the pretty bra perfectly cupping your breasts, making him salivate. the shade of red that matches his eyes. those same orbs never leave your tits as he tosses the discarded sweater somewhere in the room. miguel licks his lips before leaning down and burying his face in your cleavage, kissing and licking the soft skin. soft moans fall from your lips as his calloused palms knead and squeeze your covered breasts. the lady fabric of your bra against his fingertips. arching your back, leaning more into his addictive touch. combing your fingers through those soft brown curls as miguel continues providing love and attention towards your tits.

you keep one hand in his hair while the other trails down in between you before reaching his belt and start unbuckling it. miguel feels your movements and is about to say something about it until a groan leaves his lips when you reach inside his boxers and grab onto his throbbing dick.

“ay cabrón…” he groans against your tits when you slowly start stroking him. “bebé…”

“shhh, bebito~” your thumb swipes over the tip that’s leaking with excessive precum. that heavenly groan from him makes your pussy flutter.

low whimpers and shallow breaths release from his lips as you continue stroking him. hot heavy breath against the soft skin of your breasts that were decorated with his saliva and bite marks. miguel keeps his head in between them while your hand strokes his cock. shuddering at the way your hand touches every inch of him, from base to tip.

“fuck…!” a low moan escapes his lips as your pace increases, stroking him faster with determination. “amor, you’re driving me insane fuck—”

“cum for me, bebé.”

that was it for him.

with a few more quick pumps, miguel spurts hot heavy cum all over your hand with a combination of a moan and groan. there is a dark, wet spot on his jeans. your hand pauses and allow his cock to soften a bit, relishing the warmth of his cum over your hand. very carefully, you slip your hand out of his pants and raise your cum-covered hand. streaks of creamy white decorated over each finger. you decide to be bold and bring it towards your mouth to lick off his cum from your index finger like frosting. miguel finally recomposes himself and lifts from your chest catching you lick off his cum from your finger. his pupils dilate and cock twitches at the sight.

you let out a satisfied hum with a sinful grin on your lips. “my favorite frosting.”

“estas loca.” he murmurs.

you plan on teasing him more until he swiftly flips you around so you’re laying on the bed and miguel is on top, making you squeal.

“miguel!” you smack his chest.

“that’s what happens when you tease, preciosa. you know that.” a smug grin plastered on his face.

there wasn’t any wasted time as you both quickly remove the rest of your clothes, only left in your undergarments. miguel’s eyes widen in awe at the pretty matching red set you’re wearing, as if you knew this would happen yet he didn’t mind at all.

just as he was about to ravish you, a strange yet interesting idea pops in his mind. miguel sees the confusion on your face as he pulls away from you, standing at the edge of the bed.

“do you have whipped cream?”

his question throws you off completely, staring up at him with a confused smile. “uhhh yeah. why?”

“which cabinet?”

“top left next to the microwave.”

miguel processes to fetch it, leaving you a bit confused. several thoughts come to mind about what could he possibly want to do with whipped cream. then, sudden realization kicks in and it makes you laugh, covering your flushed face with your hands. oh now you know exactly what miguel wants to do with it and it excites you greatly. anticipation flows through veins as you wait for your ex-husband. not even 2 minutes, miguel returns with the can in his hand with a stupid grin on his face.

“i always wanted to do this.” he admits, gazing fixated between you and the whipped cream can. already imagining where he’ll apply it on your body.

whipped cream is often used for holiday dinners, or at least that’s what miguel believes. tonight he wants to enjoy a nice, pretty holiday dessert.

you can’t help but laugh at his admission, rolling your eyes playfully. “i’m shocked you never did when we spent 10 christmases together.”

he shrugs his shoulders. “well, a first for everything.” miguel sprays some whipped cream in his mouth then bends down to capture your lips with his.

you moan softly at the creamy texture, feeling it getting over your lips and inside your mouth. the kiss is so damn messy, tongues swirling against each other and mouths overfilled with whipped cream.

miguel’s hands wander towards the clip of your bra and unclasped it, allowing the garment to slowly slide off your chest and revealing your bare tits.

“acueste, bebita.” miguel whispers against your whipped cream covered lips.

you obliged by laying down on the mattress with your bare chest exposed. the cool air makes your nipples perky, goosebumps spread over your body. the display of you spread out on bed with bare tits exposed to his hungry eyes makes miguel lick his lips, savoring the canvas he’s about to paint. with a smug grin, he applies some whipped cream on your perky nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from you. the cold creamy texture makes your eyes flutter and creates more goosebumps. in his other hand are two hershey’s kisses that were already unwrapped and miguel places them in the whipped cream as a cherry on top. you recognize them as the candy you got from the party for gabriella. just as your lips part open to speak, a moan comes out instead of words as miguel licks the cream off your breasts. hovering you over the bed, settled in between your legs.

“miguel~” your back arches and head falls back against the sheets, shuddering at the sensation of his tongue licking your whipped cream covered tits.

his tongue swirls around your nipples, collecting the whipped cream and chocolate hershey’s. lowly moaning at the combination of sweetness and softness. you squirm underneath him as his tongue continues sucking and licking your breasts, providing them much love. miguel decides to be bold and give one nipple a tiny nip, making you mewl. your cute reaction makes him smile against your sensitive mound, urging him to continue teasing you. majority of the whipped cream is licked off from your breasts and it’s just miguel continuing on pleasuring them. he won’t be ashamed to admit that was the best dessert he has ever tasted. but that was only the first dessert, the second one awaits him greatly.

miguel leaves a trail of whipped cream from your chest down to your abdomen. licking the creamy essence in a slowly, sinful manner that leaves you a moaning squirming mess. eventually, he reaches your clothed pussy. the little wet stain on your panties looks so cute, reflecting how needy you are for him and miguel can’t help but grin. using his talons, he grips the hem of of your panties and slowly slides them off, revealing your glistening core.

“ay, mamita.” he coos, hungry eyes admiring the wetness between your pretty thighs. “estas mojada. siempre para mí, ¿sí?” that earns himself a cute whine, making him chuckle. “qué linda.”

“apúrate, miguel!~” your fists clutched the bedsheets in desperation.

your impatience puts a smile on his face.

“ya voy, mi amor.”

“miguel, i swear- oh!” a loud moan cuts you off as miguel applies some whipped cream on your pussy then proceeds to eat you out. “oh my god- ah!”

holy fuck.

licking off whipped cream from your tits was amazing but from your pussy is fucking phenomenal! the combination of the cream and your sweet essence tasted like the best fucking thing miguel has ever tried. he’s already addicted to your pussy but damn now more than ever. you’ve always tasted sweet but the cream adds more sweetness. miguel doesn’t ever want to leave from between your legs, not when it feels like heaven. this is his christmas present, the best gift he could ever receive.

his tongue alternates between collecting the whipped cream and swirling around your clit. the sensations drive you over the edge, mind becoming hazy and soon seeing stars. a loud moan erupts from your throat as miguel slides in two thick digits into your slick hole, pumping them at a perfect pace that increases the warm feeling in your lower belly.

“don’t run from me.” miguel places a steady hand on your belly as he feels you trying to move away from his sinful mouth, making you mewl.

with his heavy hand on your stomach, there isn’t much to do but remain there squirming and moaning as his mouth continues to please you in miraculous ways. the pleasure is so intense, your hips start grinding subconsciously against his face. pussy overwhelmed and legs shaking off his shoulders. with several more flicks of his tongue and fingers, you cum and squirt simultaneously on his mouth. probably the loudest moan you could’ve projected. miguel savors your sweet nectar, devouring every ounce and forbidding any from going to waste. groaning lowly against your sensitive cunt at the sweet taste. the vibrations makes you shudder, already feeling overstimulated.

after you thought he wouldn’t stop, miguel breaks away from your sensitive pussy. lips drenched with your sweet essence, bits of whipped cream around the edges. his tongue collects the remains as he stands back up at the edge of the bed and remove his boxers, finally releasing his throbbing cock after being its confinement for a painful period of time and desperate to wrapped around your pretty cunt.

it’s not long until miguel slowly sinks into your slick folds with a groan. his thick length slowly sliding through your wet walls, making you both moan in unison. shit, it’s been fucking ages since you’ve done this and damn do both of y’all miss it so much. arms wrapped in each other, bodies connected, souls reuniting for a moment dedicated to your love. this is the moment miguel has been yearning for, to finally have you like this again. to be his and he yours again.

his pace starts off slow, giving you some time to adjust after a while. miguel is in awe of your lips part opened letting out the prettiest little moans and eyebrows knitted together as you get used to his size again. you underneath, all pretty and soft, is a sight miguel will never get tired of. his pretty angel, the love of his life. letting you go was his biggest mistake, he hopes tonight fixes everything.

“mi alma gemela.” he coos, admiring your squirming form underneath as his cock continues sliding through your slick core. “mi corazón.”

his sweet words makes your mind putty, softly whimpering as the bulbous tip of his cock hits the sweet spot inside. “miguel, asi~” your eyes roll back and head thrown back against the pillow in ecstasy.

miguel happily obliged by maintaining to hit that spot while eventually picking up the pace of his hips. with your head thrown back, he seizes the opportunity to lean down and plaster kisses on your delicate neck. hot heavy breath against your skin, making your mind hazy. obscure noises echo around the four walls of your bedroom. although you can’t see nor can pay attention to, it’s snowing outside. white particles slowly falling down the city from the cloudy sky, reflecting the holiday season. it makes this intimate moment more memorable.

a december to remember.

after several more thrusts, both of you cum but miguel isn’t finished yet. he doesn’t want the night to finish here and honestly neither do you. with one swift movement, miguel flips you over by the hips so you’re on your stomach. once you’re both comfortable and adjusted, his cock slides into your already sensitive pussy for a second round. a moan falls from your lips as you feel him deeper in this angle. miguel does slow thrusts this time, wanting to savor this moment with you in this position. solid chest pressed against your back, muscular form consuming your smaller one. his hands holding yours pressed against the sheets while using the other to hold your hip as he slowly thrusts into you from behind, making sweet love to you.

“té quiero tanto, mi alma.” he sweetly whispers near your ear while slowly thrusting into you.

“té quiero, osito.” you softly whimper.

fuck, that precious nickname.

you haven’t called him that in so long and miguel misses is so much. the cute nickname in that sweet tone of yours always made his knees weak.

it drove him over the edge.

suddenly, he pulls out which leaves you confused and whining for him to come back. but he eases your worries by flipping you around again so you’re on top and miguel laying on the mattress, straddling him.

“ride me, mamita.” his hands rest on your hips, giving them a loving squeeze. “wanna see my angel.”

you feel heat creeping in your cheeks at his praise. your bashful expression makes him chuckle softly. he can’t help it when you look so cute.

your cunt welcomes him for a third time, softly moaning at the stretch. after giving yourself some time to adjust, your hips soon find a good pace and ride miguel’s cock like he wished for.

miguel admires the pretty angel above him, riding him so damn good. after 6 months of separation, here is his ex-wife crying on his cock. bouncing tits, lips open letting out the prettiest noises, back arched, cunt filled. it stroke his ego hard, waves of pride crossing through him. the longer he admires you, possessive thoughts begin to conjure in his mind. all of those movements and sounds of ecstasy were caused by him, no one else. not that jackass in glasses could ever make you feel this good. he probably doesn’t even know how to pleasure a woman and only thinks with his dick. he can’t make you cum multiple times like miguel can. give you multiple orgasms from his mouth and fingers alone. make your eyes roll in the back of your head and let out the most beautiful noises ever. no other man can do that, only miguel. only he knows how to please you, his beautiful wife. after this night, he’s definitely considering a second marriage.

the possessive thoughts grow more intense. his eyes land on your pretty belly, which has a tiny bulge from his thick cock inside you. the sight makes him feel prideful, another stroke to his ego. his gaze lingers on your belly and suddenly images it swollen with another baby. maybe tonight he’ll cum inside you, into the depths of your womb, make sure it sticks and get you pregnant with his second baby. maybe once your belly is swollen, and you’re remarried again, you’ll show off your pregnancy belly to your coworkers and that jackass will see that you’re taken. carrying your husband’s child. the asshole would get the idea and never dare try to touch you again. the lustful thoughts causes his dick to throb inside you, making miguel groan. lust was clouding his mind and not think properly. but how can he when you’re squeezing and riding the fuck out of him? it ignites that possessive side of him. it drives miguel insane.

“ay mamita~” a groan escapes his lips as you clench around him for nth time. “¿quieres otro bebé?”

you moan loudly at the thought of your ex-husband to filling you up with his second child. blame it on the horniness but having another baby doesn’t seem like a bad idea. gabriella has mentioned about wanting a sibling and her desire to become a big sister. perhaps you and miguel could make it come true tonight.

“¿qué piensas, preciosa?” his hands give your hips another loving squeeze, coaxing you to answer. “another baby sounds nice. didn’t gabi said she wants a little brother or sister? maybe that could be her christmas present.” that elicits a soft whimper from you, making him grin. “¿quieres?”

“y-yes!~ i want another baby!~”

with determination, he thrusts his hip more into your slick cunt to fulfill his wish of knocking you up. determined to put that second baby in you. miguel’s eyes roll back at the addicting sensation of your pussy clenching around him. tightening his grip on your hips, talons peaking out as miguel continues fucking into you with everything he has got. this night ain’t over until that baby is made.

several more thrusts, a groan escapes his lips as miguel cums inside you for the second time. hot, thick seed spilling deep into your womb. he ensures every drop is inside, keeping you plunged to him and milking him for all his worth. hoping your second child is conceived. you moan softly at the warm sensation as you recover from your high. it would be impossible for you not to get pregnant.

after a moment of recovery, you lift yourself off from his lap with the help of miguel’s hands on your hips. you suddenly miss the incredible feeling of being filled up by his cock but you gotta breathe first. three rounds of sex is exhausting, especially after a long time. you claim your spot next on the bed next to miguel and lay beside him, allowing exhaustion to flow through your sweaty overwhelmed body. miguel instinctively wraps his arms around protectively, providing you warmth and comfort as the chilling air of the bedroom comes crawling in. heavy breaths fill the space as you both recover from your highs.

“damn… that was…”

“incredible.”

you snort. “of course you’d say that. i think you enjoyed it more than all the other sex we had.”

“i enjoyed it all pero…” one of his hands gently strokes your back. “this was… different.”

that causes you to look up at him with slightly furrowed brows. “what do you mean different?” you ask softly, not in anger but rather curiosity.

miguel seems to be shy to meet your gaze as he tries figuring out the right explanation. “it’s just… after a long time being separated, we’ve been stuck in a depressing hole. and now… it feels like maybe things are slowly starting to heal…” he runs a hand through his messy locks, thanks to yours truly, sighing. “i don’t know pero… different like that.”

you understand what he’s trying to say. sure, sex isn’t the smartest way of reconciling things but the events leading up to it made it feel different. like the tension between you and miguel changed, soften and more settled. sure, there are still many things to discuss if you want to reconsider marrying again. but for now, you just want to share this quiet moment with him.

“i get it, i feel it too.” you lean into his chest, closing your eyes as relaxation kicks in.

miguel glances down at you with a loving gaze despite you not looking back. he leans down and gently places a soft kiss on the top of your head as a sign of affection and appreciation.

it was quiet, peaceful moment until you speak.

“those hershey’s kisses were for gabi.”

miguel can’t help but chuckle. “i figured but she still has a lot of candy left. i only took those.”

“good or else she would’ve given me shit.”

shared laughter bounces off the four walls of the bedroom. a sound that both you and miguel missed. these little moments hold the most significance.

the laughter quiets down and miguel glances at you again, a more serious look on his face. “do you really want another baby? i was just saying that in the heat of the moment. we don’t have to if you don’t—”

“i do want another baby.” lifting your head away from his chest, you look up at him sincerely with a soft glint in your eyes. “before you even say it, no you’re not pressuring me. i really do want another one. seeing you with gabi when you picked her up friday night gave me big ass baby fever.”

that elicits a laugh from him, a true laugh. the same laugh that always makes your heart flutter. it’s been a very long time since miguel laughed like that. not only you noticed that but himself too.

“well, i guess everyone’s getting their christmas wish this year.” that earns him a smack on the chest, making him laugh once again.

“by the way, you’re cleaning up and changing my sheets because it got whipped cream all over.”

christmas has finally arrived.

the tree is lit up gorgeously, presents underneath it, snow falling beautifully outside, the smell of coffee and baked cookies lingering in the air.

a beautiful christmas morning.

gabriella is already opening presents. squealing and cheering at every gift she opens. miguel sits beside her watching his little girl while collecting the wrapping paper and putting it in a trash bag. across the living room, you’re watching them from the couch with a smile on your face. normally, you would be sipping on coffee in one of your christmas mugs but the tiny bundle of joy in your belly says otherwise. you and miguel recently found out a few days ago. it’s not a surprise after that one night from a few weeks ago, in the beginning of the month. you agreed to keep it a secret from gabi until christmas.

honestly, you never imagine spending christmas as a family again after the divorce earlier this year. the heartache of the divorce was a major strain on your family. the plan of gabriella spending christmas at two separate houses was difficult. lots of planning and scheduling, it was dreadful. neither you or miguel was excited about it. but that’s no longer a possibility and you’re very happy it isn’t. instead, your family reunited and are celebrating christmas together again. you couldn’t ask for anything more. this is your christmas wish. the growing little bundle of joy in your belly is a cherry on top. it’s still very early in the first trimester but you’re excited.

“did you like what santa got you, mija?” miguel asks.

“yes! i love it all!” she gestures at the several toys among the floor, smiling at them all.

her reaction makes both yours and miguel’s heart swell with immense happiness. lifting himself from the ground, miguel tosses away the rest of wrapping paper in the trash then walks up to you holding out a hand. you happily take it and he helps you off the couch, holding you close as you both approach your daughter with nervous smiles.

“there’s one more gift, mija.” miguel said.

gabi turns around excitingly, wondering what else did santa get her. “what is it?!”

you and miguel share a glance, smiling at each other before turning towards your daughter. behind miguel’s back a small present, he presents it to her by holding it out for her to take. with curiosity, gabi takes it from her dad and opens it. underneath the wrapping paper is a t-shirt that has wording.

‘the best big sister ever’

both your hearts freeze when you watch gabriella’s widen and mouth drop. not even a scream or anything. can’t tell if it’s from shock, surprise, disbelief. you and miguel stand there nervously.

“I’M GONNA BE A BIG SISTER!” she squeals before jumping up and running towards you with wide arms and a huge smile on her little face.

her screaming startled you a little but you and miguel instantly feel relieved after realizing it’s joy. her tiny arms wrap around you both, bringing you all into a loving family embrace that melts your heart.

“how big are they? it’s a boy or a girl?” gabi pulls back from the hug and places a hand on your belly, hoping if she could feel the baby.

a bubble of questions which didn’t surprise you.

“we don’t know yet, princesa.” miguel bends down and picks her up in his arms. “the baby is still very tiny so we can’t know if it’s a boy or a girl yet.”

“oh okay.” she giggles.

“which one do you want, a little brother or sister?” your husband, now that you’re married again, asks.

“it doesn’t matter. i just want a little sibling!”

her adorable answers melts both your hearts.

miguel wraps an arm around you while carrying gabriella in his other arm, bringing you close together once again. feeling like a family again, even more now with the new addition on the way.

“so mija, what did you ask santa for christmas this year?” you ask with a smile.

“for my family to be together again.”

there goes both your hearts melting again.

“and for a little brother or sister!”

⠀⠀note.⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀this fic is my apology for not posting for a very long time, sorry my lovelies. life has been very rough for me. this is also my last fic of 2025! happy holidays, amores! ♡

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“Good luck with that.” She mumbled low, enough for Caleb to hopefully not hear– but when he, in fact, heard her, he didn’t react and just kept the feigned smile on his face as his fingers lingered on the doorknob ready to close the door–

“Alright, you know what?” Tara interrupts, slamming her hand on the wooden frame before leaning in a little closer. “That's enough for today. Caleb, I’m giving you a week max. Seven days to get your rent up to date. Just don’t… use her to help you with it.” She smiled, giving Caleb a quick thumbs up before halting her foot in the opposite direction, getting ready to leave, before she paused and spoke up again.

“The last thing I want is you cheating your way to get money! Ugh! I just hate cheaters and…” Tara’s voice soon trailed off when Caleb slowly shut the door on her. The click echoed through his empty apartment room for a moment, letting the sound buzz through his chest as he took in her words.

Of course he wasn’t going to use you! He didn’t even know how he was going to use you. All he needed to do was find a job. See? He doesn’t need your help!

However, before he resorts to finding a job (again), he just had a couple of people to talk to.

-

-

“Gran, it’s only a few hundred…maybe a few thousand, but please can I have some money? Promise Caleb will pay you back as soon as possible!”

“What happened to your job, dear?”

Caleb groans in annoyance, flicking his pen on his forehead as he contemplates whether he should tell her why he got fired—mind you, for the tenth time this week—or if he should just switch the topic.

Honestly, there wasn’t a real legitimate reason why he got fired. People at work thought he was helpful, and the perfect coworker. He was the best, truly, he was. But the moment they got a new manager—everything changed. Not dramatically, but there was just some shift in the air.

New rules, new positions—everything Caleb dreaded for in his job. But even through all those changes, he still ended up working to his fullest, and continued to gain the support from others. However, when the manager noticed, like he always had some issue with Caleb from the start, he obviously didn’t waste time to fire him. As soon as possible. Yet again, for no actual reason.

Nonetheless, Caleb wasn’t affected by it (not that much) and told himself to just move on. Which then led to him applying to hundreds upon hundreds more jobs, surprisingly getting rejected by each and every one of them.

“You know why.” He grumbles, twirling his pen around his fingers as he rests his phone between his ear and shoulder, keeping it in place before leaning back on his seat, tracing the dimmed ceiling light with the tip of the pen, drawing slow circular motions. “Anyway, it’s fine. I’m finding a new job soon, so just give me some time.”

“I see.” She hums. A moment of silence lingers between the two of them and Caleb knew the answer was a flat no. “I’m sorry Ca-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Caleb interrupts with a dry chuckle. “I’ll just go ask someone else, wish me luck.”

“Of course.”

When the call ended with a beep! Caleb tossed his phone in his pocket, grabbing his jacket and heading over to the next and, hopefully, the last person he’ll talk to.

-

“There you are.” Gideon cheered, throwing a can of soda in Caleb’s direction. He caught the can with quick intuition and sat next to the dark haired man, sighing tiredly, throwing his head back against the couch. The cool metal grazed his lips as he took a sip, letting the silence fill the room for a minute.

He was waiting for the right moment to pop the big question—well, it wasn't really a big question, considering the unnecessary amount of times he’s already asked it. At this point, one word could slip out of his mouth and Gideon could answer, or complete the sentence for him.

“Hey can-”

“No.”

“You didn't even let me finish,” Caleb groaned, rolling his eyes before he set his drink down and gazed into the ceiling, staring into the ridges and bumps while thinking of another excuse to hopefully make him change his mind.

“Did you know you’re the only other person who could help me?”

“And nobody is taking you for any interviews? At this point why don’t you just move back in with her?”

“Yeah it’s that easy. I don’t even know why I agreed to the breakup, it definitely wasn’t mutual. But if she wants to have a break then I’ll let her.”

Gideon hums and places his can on the coffee table, throwing his head back and turning in Caleb’s direction, eyeing him down for a moment before looking back at the ceiling.

“I have an idea, I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

“Shoot.”

“Your body is irritatingly nice. Not sure why you’re not putting it to use.” 

Caleb scoffs, a stifle of a laugh follows his lips as he shakes his head at the words coming out of Gideon's mouth—like he was spitting a lame joke. 

But when Gideon wasn’t laughing and sounded quite dead serious—Caleb didn’t do anything except take the compliment. “Alright, anything elsee?”

“I didn’t mean it like- ugh, I was just saying because you could totally try to get some money using your… body. Just saying.”

“Really? Like sell myself off on camera?”

“Bingo.” Gideon snapped, grabbing his phone from his pocket and scrolling through it as Caleb took in his words. 

“Wouldnt that, like, not work? I don't think I've seen anyone tune in those things, for men at least.”

“Oh trust me, I know a lot of people that join in this stuff.”

Caleb laughs, "don't tell me you do this ‘stuff’. I mean if you do then-” before Caleb could finish his sentence a pillow from nearby was thrown at him—which made him laugh even more. “–ow! Okay, okay. Relax.” 

“Anyway, I'll send you everything later, I think a few live streams could help with your rent.”

“And you can't?” Caleb muttered, getting up from the ground and stretching his limbs before heading to the door. “Anywayy, thanks, I'll definitely not look into it. Buut, I got one more person to speak to, so see you next time.”

And Caleb didn't bother waiting for Gideon's protest or goodbyes before shutting the door on him and rushing to his car.

Camming? Sounds stupid.

-

-

As much as Caleb didn't want to talk to you, and as much as he convinced himself that he wasn’t going to use you or need your help—he couldn’t control himself when he magically ended up in front of your door, pacing back and forth, contemplating if he should knock, or if he should just go back to his room. 

Which was a literal step away.

But when he was unable to move—like he was glued to the ground with gorilla glue, Caleb didn’t waste anymore time and decided to give it a go. A rejection is a rejection, he can handle it. Of course he can–

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

…

It was quiet. 

He waited, stayed put—frozen as he watched the door intently. A small smirk was lingering on his lips, not one of challenge or confidence, but of defeat. He knew you weren't going to answer, and either way, why would you answer? 

Before he could just take one step back to his door, the knob of yours shook and the door suddenly flung open.

And there was one thing—scratch that, two things Caleb thought of the moment you opened the door. One, he should've never even knocked. And two, he wanted—no, needed you back. You weren't even in an outfit that's trying to taunt him on purpose, but it looked like it when you were wearing those pyjamas–his favorite pyjamas he bought you– like you knew he was coming.

He was absolutely gone from this awful sight of you. After not seeing you for so, so long, this is the first thing he sees? Your hair, slightly frizzed from most likely taking a nap he wished he woke you up from, your clothes faintly disheveled from probably moving too much in your sleep–he knew that you always do when he’s not with you, God, he wondered how you were sleeping now.

“Hey, pipsqueak.” Caleb grinned, leaning a little closer—not too close, just to indicate he wasn’t here for whatever disgusting thoughts were filling his mind, and also so you don’t get the wrong idea. Because he was only here solely for one thing, and one thing only.

“My rent is overdue, pips. And as much as I hate asking you for things, may I please have some money? I’ll pay you back as soon as I get a job.”

You stayed silent when Caleb finally finished spewing his issues on you. The deafening silence between you two was palpable, so undeniably clear that there was no positive reaction to any of this.

“I only have a little bit, but what will you give me in return?”

Caleb raised an eyebrow and tried to lighten the mood. “I move back in with you? We start over?” 

You chuckle and inch closer, as if you didn't want anyone else in your apartment to hear yours or Caleb's words. First of all, who was in your room? Caleb's brows narrowed when you closed the door further against your body, closing in the mere inches between your head and the frame.

“If you do that, then why would I give you money for your rent? Caleb, all I said was that we need a break.”

“I know, I know. I hear you, loud ‘n clear.” He raised his arms in mock surrender and shifted his gaze to the small gap between your head and the door–trying to see who could possibly be in there.

You noticed his prying gaze and chuckled before opening the door a little wider to be met with Tara sitting at your desk on her phone. “She’s here for a bit.”

“I se-”

“Whos at the door?”

Tara’s voice blared through your room, loud enough that it echoed outside for Caleb to hear. However, he didn't do anything but stay in place, willingly waiting for her to walk out and scold him. He was used to it at this point.

And the moment Tara stepped next to you with a displeased look on her face—her eyes immediately widened when she saw Caleb outside your door.

“Didnt I say no cheating?!”

“I wasn't cheating! I’m just asking her something.” Caleb retorts, keeping his hands raised before stepping back to his room. 

And with each slow stride, he kept his gaze locked on yours.

“Uh-huh. Go back to your room, and remember the rules, or I'll cut down your days.” 

-

-

You shut the door with a click and turned to Tara who immediately went back to doing her other things she was previously doing. She sat on your rolling chair with a sigh, slumping down before spinning around. 

The silence was deafening—awkward ever since Caleb left. Actually, before Caleb even came over the silence in the room was relaxed, at ease. Now it feels like someone walked in with a vacuum and sucked up all the joy out of the room. 

It was humid and heavy. So unbearable to deal with. You sit on the ground next to Tara as she idly scrolls on her phone. God, not even was the silence painful to deal with, but it was getting awfully boring here.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You ask, trying to change up the setting a little. When Tara nodded, you reached for your laptop and plopped on the bed with a groan. The mattress dipped a little deeper when Tara sat next to you, humming a quiet cheerful melody as she watched you scroll through a website to find a movie to watch.

“Everything here looks so boring.” You mumble, moving your cursor around the screen, clicking a random film and sitting back and watching as the dots chase after each other on the screen.

“How long have you and Caleb been broken up for?”

“Seriously? I asked to watch a movie and now you care about that?”

“I'm just curious.” She laughs, raising her hands in mock surrender before averting her gaze back to the movie. 

However, you let the question linger in your mind for a moment even though there was a simple answer. Way too simple, it's just two words. You and Caleb have only been broken up for three months and ever since that mutual break up that you decided on—you hate to admit there's not one day that goes by where you don’t think about him at least once.

It wasn't like he did anything bad though. He was (and still is) the perfect man. He treated you like no other man would. And not only was that one part you loved—his actions, kind words, different ways he showed his love to you—but there was much more than what everyone sees in public.

He was awfully good in bed. And you mean it when you said he was good—beyond amazing. However… of course, when you started dating, Caleb wasn't the best at everything. Matter of fact, you had to teach him some stuff. But he was a quick learner, and before you knew it: he always made you feel satisfied every night. 

And now that you haven't seen each other in months doesn’t change the fact you’re now unsatisfied every night. But it wasn't like you intended to remain celibate—All you needed to do was fulfill your needs with a toy, your fingers- or find someone new. You didn't need Caleb. Of course you didn–

And when the snap of fingers flickered by your face, your thoughts immediately got washed away the moment you slipped back to reality. Your distracted gaze shifts from the computer and back to Tara as you stare at her with a confused look.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“Caleb- I mean.. Nothing, not thinking of anything.”

“Ah.” Tara hums, nodding her head in approval—something so mocking, something that makes you flush and burn up at the gesture. She caught you right away. “So if either of you are clearly not over each other. Why break up then?”

“I don't know. I guess I just…need a break?”

“Hm, are you sure the break is helping though? I noticed how restless you've been acting ever since he’s left. And when he knocked on your door, you didn't bother opening it immediately the moment you peeped through the peephole.”

As Tara spat out all the truth on your face, you couldn’t help but grit your teeth taking in her honesty. She was right. The break wasn't helping the slightest, but you still weren't sure if going back to him was going to be a good idea. Considering he lost his job, and now you live two separate lives. If he decides to move back to your–well, originally it was his place you shared after he moved away, but either way, if he does move back into your place, everything would be piled on you until he finds something to provide for the two of you.

“I’m just not ready.” You mumble, glancing down at the sheets and tracing the intricate design with your gaze. But unfortunately, for some reason, Tara wasn't falling for your words and she sighed—a long exasperated breath left her lips like she had more to say.

You stayed silent and waited for the rest of her lecture or advice. But when seconds started feeling like minutes, and minutes feeling like hours…you were back in the same awkward room you were in half an hour ago.

“I’m not trying to pry but how’s your sex life?”

“...That- well, I haven't really done anything after Caleb and I separated, so it’s just been…um, me in my room and stuff.”

“I see, do you use videos?”

You chuckle and shut your laptop, rolling onto your back before you nod. “Yuup. But all of them suck, so I end up just using my imagination.” 

“Okay, I want you to trust me on something. Don’t waste your money on vibrators that barely work- well, yeah you can do that too- but I may have something you might like.”

“I doubt it.”

“Just give it a go, I'll let you know how it works and everything too. And trust me, you won’t need a man to fulfill your desires after this.”

You sigh and reluctantly agree. “Fine. Tell me what you got.”

-

-

He wasn’t supposed to do it this early. It was way too early for him to be acting like this. The hem of his shirt was stuffed in his mouth as he held back his noises, the quiet buzz in the room was the only thing that could muffle his regretful sounds.

The moment Tara shooed him away from you, Caleb couldn’t help but sit on his bed, staring at the ceiling thinking a million things. And each thought he had, always skipped back to you.

He tried to distract himself from doing other things to forget about you- other things he told himself not to do- but he couldn’t control himself and kept remembering the way you looked at him, or remembering the way you were considerate about giving him money, god, he should’ve convinced you a little harder.

As he was reaching closer to release, the shirt stuffed in his mouth soon dropped out with a pwah! leaving Caleb’s lips. His fingers started to tighten harder and he began quickening the pace a little faster. With each rapid pump of his wrist stroking himself diligently—the throbbing of his cock started to grow more heavier and he started to feel warmer as the seconds went by.

With one final stroke he threw his head back and sighed in relief when spurs of sticky warm cum shoot on the sheets.

“Your body is irritatingly nice. Not sure why you’re not putting it to use.”

A groan left Caleb's lips as Gideon’s words echoed through his mind. Should he try it? Was it really worth it for the money? He told himself to not consider it.

Yeah, this is stupid. He shouldn’t be doing this. But yet again, what if it does work? The money can be worth it… his rent will be paid… you–

And before Caleb knew it, without any more convincing, and you flooding his mind (again)—he was already at his computer.

-

“Finally got this done.” He mutters, leaning back and staring at his new profile he created on the camming site. 

It’s surprising how many people actually join in this kind of stuff, hundreds of live streams were displayed on the homepage with each one having hundreds upon hundreds of views. God, he wondered how much money they’re all getting.

As Caleb stared at the screen for a little longer, the ‘start live’ button was practically shining at him like a bright beacon. While his hand was on his mouse, directing his cursor to the button, he stopped himself before reaching for a mask and then began the stream.

c.xiagoesboom started a live: help me pay my rent :p

The webcam was aimed at the lower part of his body, but he wasn’t wearing anything too special. He was practically in his gym clothes; a tight white compression shirt that defined his abs and a pair of shorts.

He didn’t plan on doing anything for the first stream, but one thing he did have a plan of was that he was going to do three streams. The first being the one he was in at this moment, a second one being a little more intense, and a third one inviting his top donor over after receiving a good amount of money.

And his goal was to just pay his rent. That’s it. 

chilldude3 yooo sup broke ass, why r u on here for money

iluvhotdogs123 he clearly needs to pay his rent 

iluvhotdogs123 donated $2 hope this helps a lil <3 now jerk off or something lol

Caleb scoffs and shakes his head. “With that price you’re getting nothing.”

But even after receiving two dollars, his fingers couldn’t stop themselves from gliding along his body. Large digits trace his hardened abs with precision; slow and gentle. However, before he could continue—he stopped his fingers on the boner poking through his pants.

“Any more money?” Caleb teased, cupping his fingers on the indent before carefully squeezing it.

chilldude3 pls jerk off lol ur body is nice btw 

vodkalover234 donated $7 here’s sum more money. jerk off or rub yourself pls. Oh btw why wear a mask ?? we can't even hear those moans :(

“‘Cause my walls are thin, ‘n I don’t want my neighbor to hear me.” He mumbled, rubbing slow motions on his pants, making him twitch involuntarily. He was already acting like a pathetic virgin from rubbing himself? In front of a good handful of people?

guest0.0 bet that neighbor is some old lady who puts noise complaints on u all the time lol

“Mm-mm.” Caleb moaned, shaking his head as he denied the assumption. 

“...My ex-girlfriend.”

chilldude3 even fuckin’ better, c’mon rub urself harder n faster 

fillmeupsy1v5 donated $35  PLEASE

The moment Caleb saw the double digit donation, he didn’t waste a second before rubbing himself with all the strength he could. His cock was aching and twitching between his fingers. And as he continued pumping his fist–moaning louder at every drive of his wrist, he was already so close to climax.

x.r.zslut donated $31

ilovestar.nerds donated $29

chilldude3 show us when u nut pls and moan louder

guest273 god this is so hot

“hngh- you’ll see everything. Just- hah! W-wait.”

The shakes of the desk erupted with every thrust of his hips pummeling in his curled fist. He didn’t even care about the noise anymore- if the desk was loud, then he could be loud too, right? He’ll give you a random excuse if you ask.

But when the thought of you hearing him pleasure himself fills his mind, he doesn’t bother unhooking his teeth from his lips and lets out all the sounds he’s been holding back. Those breathless pants, groggy moans- he was already a noisy mess after barely holding back.

“I… need her..” he moaned, hooking his thumb under the waistband of his shorts and pulled down the material.

iluvhotdogs123 FINALLY OHMYGODD

chilldude3 donated $60

ilovestar.nerds donated $50

pisytipsy24 are we finally gonna see him jerk awf 👀

Before Caleb could pull his boxers down, he noticed the donations keep rolling in by the second, and at this point, the first stream alone could pay most of his first month's rent. However, instead of him continuing, he stopped his movements and placed his other hand on his mouse. 

There was already so much money, he could continue this another time. And either way, he wanted to finish off…alone.

chilldude3 WAIT WAIT I WANNA SEE U NUT. NO WAIT.

iluvhotdogs123 COME BACK COME BACK NOOOOO

“Guess you’ll have to wait for the next stream.” Caleb winks, words dragging out of his lips in feigned disappointment.

Beep!

c.xiagoesboom ended his live.

-

-

“Tara, I thought about it, and I decided, I will look into this site.”

“Yay!” Tara’s cheer blared through your phone's speakers and you couldn’t help but inch away when the sound almost tore your eardrums. It probably only took you a good hour or two to think about this site she put you on. 

First of all, before you even made an account, you scrolled through the homepage for anything that could pique your interest—and you found a few that actually did. But you didn’t click them yet, you just kept the names in mind.

However, there was one that you did want to join. And unfortunately, when you tried joining, his live stream already ended. Either way, you’ll be lurking the site to hope to see him go live again. Because if your money wasn’t going to be put for toys, then it will definitely be put for this man’s rent.

-

“C’mon please go live tonight.” You mumble, repeatedly refreshing c’s page in hopes of seeing something new. Especially considering you were more than ready. You took a relaxing shower, slipped in a nice robe and sat at your computer ready for anything to satisfy you tonight.

As you clicked the refresh button a couple more times, the page flashed white and a new video popped up. Perfect timing. With a grin you click the stream and sit back, not donating or chatting yet—just watching.

c.xiagoesboom started a live: more intense stream ;) help a puppy boy pay his rent while he thinks about a few things

The webcam was aimed at the lower half of his body, but this time, he had nothing except a pair of boxers on. And god, that body was definitely an unforgettable sight. 

But the more you stared, taking in his figure intently, the more familiar he looked… There was something about him that you couldn’t pinpoint. Like you knew him… from where exactly? Either way, you brushed away all those doubts and leaned back and continued watching.

Surprisingly, there were already a few people in the chat thirsting over his body, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. When will he get to fucking himself? Tara told you they just masturbate on live and end it off.

babyapple donated $294 touch yourself pls

A familiar chuckle seeped through your speakers and the man leans in, hooking his fingers under his boxers and tugs at the material, making him wince before speaking.

“That’s a large amount of money, I’m assuming you’re new here?” He asked, letting the question linger in the air for a moment—and as you were typing out your answer, his boxers were already sliding down his thighs. Fuck. You froze.

babyapple  Yeah. YEAH.. I’m new here, probably only here for this stream tho

“I see. Well I forgot to mention that the t-top donor gets a special night with me.” He breathes, already tightening his fingers around his leaking, searing head before dipping his digits down to the base; stroking himself steadily.

“Do you want that… baby?”

Your fingers completely froze on your keyboard. You were genuinely unable to even move your fingers after those words slipped out of his lips. Did you want a night with him? You didn’t even know that was an option and you willingly sent over two hundred bucks?!

You groan to yourself and try to think of another response. Something that could rile him up and help you finish tonight. If you just donate some money to him—high amounts—and eventually leave satisfied, then there’s no need to have a night with him. 

However, if you end up unsatisfied, and still the top donor…then maybe you could consider meeting him.

Or, if either or happens—you could always ghost him at the end.

babyapple donated $150 idk. I’ll see how good you are tonight, and if you don’t satisfy me, then I’ll consider it.

“Shame.” He chuckled, quickening the pace of his wrist before throwing his head back, chest heaving up and down as he started to lose control. “Well don’t flaunt too much on me,”

“I still have someone else on my mind.”

guest143 wait I joined late, who’s he thinkin ab ? :o

iluvhotdogs123 probs his ex gf lol

You hum and watch as his hips twitch at every slow stroke, his fingers quiver at every up and down movement, like he was in a race with someone—like he was trying to cum as soon as possible. But what’s the fun in that?

babyapple donated $200 tell us in detail what you’re thinking about

The man’s lavender eyes peered at the screen when you sent that donation—he didn’t answer immediately, but you assumed he let the question linger in his mind for a b–

“Her.” He growls, shifting in his seat and scooting closer so he has more space to raise his hips as he continues to stroke himself like a fucking mutt in heat. “Thinkin’ ‘bout her right here.” 

With his free hand, he raises the mask off his lips—not so you could see the rest of his face. Unfortunately he still remained hidden.

He spat a slob of saliva on his cock before he latched his fingers on his length and slicked up and down, up and down—the pace he was going at was unruly out of control. It was like the moment he heard that question; something inside him snapped and his true feelings started to show.

“—Takin’ me beautifully, like she used to.”

He sucks in a breath and the grip on the handles of his chair tightens, you could practically see his knuckles go white at the secure grip he kept on it. 

“Bent over, face stuffed in the pillow—or pinned to the desk—as she holds back her pretty sounds.”

guest143 why break up then lol

“God, everyone keeps asking me that like I know the answer- hngh- I don’t know, she wanted it ‘n I agreed.”

babyapple donated $345 then why don’t u try to win her back, or is this to get over her ?

“Why do you think I offered a special night for the highest donor?”

The heat creeps up your neck when he snapped back at you. He was right, but that still made you wonder if meeting with him would be the right choice, considering he’s not over his ex and the whole stream is just about him thinking about her.

You ponder for a moment and decide to not respond. You were too tired to type. All you wanted to do was watch him fuck himself as he thinks about another girl. Why did that make you feel weird inside? Not out of jealousy though… there was just some tingling feeling deep within you.

Before you knew it, he was already a creaming mess on camera. Obscene amounts of slick poured down his hard, pretty length as he kept going instead of stopping after every finish—and from the looks of it, it looked like his plan was to wear himself out.

ilovestarnerds one more time !!!

chilldude3 YES and then I wanna see a close up pls 

“A-alright.” He panted, leaning in close before grabbing his camera and aiming it at the mess between his thighs—and that sight alone made you swallow your gasp.

“I’m done here…” he bites, languidly moving his wrist at an uneven pace before propping the camera back to where it was. “I’m surprised a bunch of you donated, I’m able to pay the second month of my rent now.”

“Buut unfortunately, my last stream is tomorrow, so…baby apple, congratulations."

“I hope to see you tomorrow.”

-

-

“There’s no way.” You mutter, staring at the address the camboy—aka, Caleb—sent. 

There was no way.

Maybe that’s why you had that familiar Deja Vu feeling when you first saw him. But your mind didn’t go that far to think the camboy you watched, and donated to last night was Caleb? Out of all people? Caleb? Your ex?

The signs should’ve been there when it was mentioned that he needed money for his rent. Didn’t Caleb tell you that a couple days ago? But not even that should be a sign, his voice too.

It couldn’t be that unrecognizable. You couldn’t even believe that you didn’t recognize that arrogant voice you used to hear for hours on end—there was no way it was that distinct. Honestly, your only excuse was that it was probably the mask… but besides that, one more sign stood out to you.

In the previous stream he was thinking about his ex. And that was you. God, you knew he wasn’t over you—it was obvious that he wasn’t—so why was the thought of him thinking about you on stream, jerking off so helplessly, actually making you feel something you shouldn’t be feeling?

An exasperated dragged out groan of frustration left your lips and you bang your head on your desk. Well, you had two plans. Go if you win satisfied, don’t go if you win unsatisfied. But there was no way you actually planned on going now.

You didn’t even think Caleb knew it was you who donated either! So stepping in front of his doorstep after rejecting him a few days ago would be awkward. Seriously awkward. Considering the fact you're also helping him pay rent when you told him you had nothing.

However, even if all these negative thoughts flooded your mind, instead of rejecting the proposal, changing your mind and telling him you can’t go…you were already at your closet getting something nice to wear.

-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It hasn't been a second since you've knocked and Caleb immediately opened the door, freezing in place when he saw you standing awkwardly with your fist still in the air. You immediately stand straight and stare at him with so many emotions filled on your face—none of them were readable at all.

“Hey pipsqueak,” Caleb grinned, closing the distance between the door frame and himself, like he's trying to hide something he’s got inside—but you weren't stupid to not know what was in there. Matter of fact, you knew exactly why he was acting like this.

“Dont freak out, okay?” You warn.

“Promise.” 

-

-

c.xiagoesboom started a live: help me pay my rent while you watch fate bring me and my girl back together ^.^

“That’s- That's a stupid title ‘leb.” you whisper, ducking your head on the desk when you feel his fingers graze your soaked panties—large digits press on the stain, making you twitch under his gentle touch.

“Is it? Oh, and we're also back to nicknames, aren’t we?”

You shook your head and glanced at the chat. A handful of people already joined, and were already freaking out at the mere sight of a girl sitting on Caleb's lap–however, before Caleb could tell them that the special guest was his ex, unfortunately people already caught on to it.

“Am I that predictable?” He mumbles, resting his head on your shoulder before beginning slow movements on your clothed cunt.

iluvhotdogs123 u areee (not). oh my god i didn't know you’d bring ur ex on here, this is crazy.

guest0.0 so if she's the special guest…also the top donor… that means she was in ur stream last night?

“Mhm, isn't it fate?” he chuckles. The breathy laugh brushed against your shoulder and it only made you shiver, shaking your head when his fingers eventually found their way under your panties.

“Tell me again, baby…” He whispered, planting a kiss on the back of your ear before trailing to your opened back.

“...Do you want it?”

When a finger slid on the slicked barrier of arousal, sinking deeper and deeper until his fingers alone made you feel full– you nod repeatedly, nodding until you feel yourself going dizzy. You missed this touch so bad. You missed when he’d satisfy you every night, you missed his scent, his presence, his–

“Alright, alright.” one hand cups your shaking head and he puts it to a halt, pulling you back before planting his lips on your temple, trailing his lips lower and lower, trying to distract you from the fact he already slipped a second finger in you. 

“But remember what happens when I'm with you…” His fingers curl to the depths of your throbbing cunt, pressing against your weak points–ones he memorized very well. I mean, how could he forget? You were practically engraved in his mind ever since you've met. 

“Wha- hngh!” 

“Once I'm with you, I can’t hold back. And since I haven't had you in months…”

chilldude3 donated $60

“...I’m using my last strands of patience, so holding back now, isn't really an option anymore.”

“Caleb…” you whisper, feeling his fingers slip out of you and eventually hook onto the strands of your panties, pulling the material down in a swift motion and shoving it in his pocket before placing his large hands on your sides and lifting you up.

“Look at that mess,” he groaned, lifting your dress up to see your leaking cunt on his monitor. His gaze flared with rage—a burning rage that was so undeniably clear he didn't want to take his time. But for the sake of the money, and more and more viewers rolling in—taking his time would be the best option…for now.

“Why don’t we spice it up a bit? The more money you send, the more intense we’ll go, how does that sound?” 

iluvhotdogs123 donated $80

vodkalover234 donated $153

“Please Caleb…” you whimper, sinking down until your cunt is pressed on his boner, making him wince when you start moving. But he didn't stop your moving hips rocking against him at a slow rhythm. “J-just give it to me.”

“How demanding.” 

In a swift movement you were pulled off his lap and pressed against the desk. A faint yelp left your lips at the action and he didn’t waste time before pressing himself against you, chuckling before grinding his boner against the plush of your covered ass.

“You don’t know how long I've been waitin’ for this, pips.” 

“I know y-you've been waiting!” you quiver, knocking your head on the desk at every thrust he fed you. He wasn’t even inside you and the feeling of him grinding against you—clothed—made you feel dizzy. Your head was pounding–buzzing with static–when it knocked on the wooden surface. Papers were scattered on the desk and that was the only thing that could keep you stable.

"And you have too, right? You missed me as well, didn't you?” Caleb asked with full enthusiasm—full confidence that you missed him too. That the feeling was mutual.

“I…” you didn't give him a definitive answer and just sputtered random words together. Did you miss him? The feeling came to you once in a while, but it wasn’t like you overly missed him, right? You thought about him at least once a day, that’s about it. And thinking about his scent, and his touch at least twice a day didn’t count. It didn't count at all.

“Tell me, baby.” He groans, tearing your dress apart with a rrriiippp and gliding his burning fingertips on your back, tracing your skin like you were a fine art piece at a museum—one nobody except one person could touch. “You missed me, right? I bet you tell that to Tara everyday.”

“I miss Caleb.” he mocks, pressing on your lower back so you're arched against him, ass pressed against his pants that he’s about to rip away in a second. 

“Or is it, ‘I hate Caleb.’”

No.

“I want Caleb back.”

Yes. 

“Caleb and I will never get back together.” 

…

“Caleb and- Shit- Shh, relax.”

Through all that blabbering, all those assumptions of what you tell Tara, while none of them were true, you didn't notice that Caleb already had his tip pressed against your drippin’ hole, sinking a little deeper and deeper, making you suck in a breath and instinctively clench around him.

“Relax, pips.”

ilovestar.nerds donated $90 angle the cam lower pls 

Caleb eyed the message and didn't bother reaching for the webcam and lowering it at a good view for everyone to see everything happening. But you couldn’t even catch a break before Caleb grabbed onto your sides again, gripping you securely.

“Are we going to take this slow, or should we do it…my way?”

The gasp leaving your lips got stuck in your throat and you nodded, moaning in response before feeling his cock sink deeper in your cunt. The feeling was so unbearable, something so staggering it makes you feel like you shouldn’t be having it- at least not in front of the camera- but he can’t back out now, can he? Those donations were already telling you enough that he’s exactly where he wants to be. 

“Breathe, baby… In and out.” his hands press on your tummy heaving in quick up and down motions when you feel his cock slide in and out of you at a rapid pace–his speed was ungodly, something that shouldn't be tampered with. When he mentioned holding back before losing control, where he’s on his last strands—you always never believed it. Because in that very moment, the very moment he has you where he needs you to be: he already lost control. Even before warning you.

iluvhotdogs123 $467

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“Caleb- hck- i wan’ stand- lemme stand..”

And Caleb listened to your pleas, pulling away a little further and grabbing onto your sides, guiding you to a comfortable pace as he fucks you while you stand. However, through your blurry vision, your gaze was fixated on his monitor which still displayed the two of you going at it like wild rabbits, and God, it was embarrassing. The way his large fingers molded your skin, cupping you delicately as he pummelled his cock steadily—finding a good tempo that you and (mostly) him are comfortable with, made you shiver and you only wanted to cover your face as you started to fully realize what was going on.

You twist your body away from his, trying to reach back for the desk but the grip on your sides tightened, making you whimper. “Desk- wanna go back-”

“Didn’t I say we’re doing this my way? Alright then, this is the last time you can ask me for something.”

iluvhotdogs123 donated $130 can u fuck her faster plz and kiss her.

Caleb raised an eyebrow and didn't waste a second before pushing you against the desk, pummelling in you with full intent of letting you know the night wasn't going to waste, he wanted to wear both himself and you out—to prove that the money earned here, and your pleasure, would all be satisfied to the fullest. 

“Ngh- s’good- hah!”

“C’mere,” he mumbled, sliding his fingers through your hair, tilting your head a little back until you’re pressed cheek to cheek, and Caleb didn’t bother nuzzling himself against you like a puppy before turning his head toward your direction. 

But the moment he started planting small kisses on your face, drawing lower and lower—you turned away before he could reach your lips. 

“N-no kissing my lips.”

Caleb chuckled, something that sounded so dry—so lifeless, but he didn't bother convincing you for one. He just stayed frozen for a moment before turning you in his direction. 

“I can't kiss you? yet I could…” His cock sunk in the depths of your cunt, suffocating your gummy walls, making you shudder when he abruptly turned you around to his direction. And the moment you were put in missionary, back pressed against the cold wooden surface, facing him—Caleb didn't waste a second before pushing his full length deep in you.

“...Do this?” 

“I-it's not the s-same! Hngh-”

Caleb still remained to keep you in a mean mating press before he leaned in again, but he didn't kiss you, he just lingered atop of you and stared into your dazed, drunk look. You didn’t know how to respond to him, you weren't even sure what to say, all you could do was breathe heavily, looking into his lavender gaze with so many thoughts rushing through your mind.

“Kiss it.” he whispered.

A cool metal grazed your lips and your eyes widened. 

“Kiss it.”

Your gaze darts from his necklace- the one you gave him- then back to his pleading eyes, impatiently waiting for you to kiss the piece of jewelry. And when you finally cave in, puckering your lips the slightest and planting a small kiss on the metal, Caleb immediately brought the necklace to his lips and gave it a kiss.

“This is the closest I could get to kissing you.”

Your eyes widened at the scene and before you could respond, a throbbing feeling deep in your stomach jolted you back to reality. The invisible knot started to tie tighter and you felt like you were going to throw up if you moved an inch. “Hah- caleb- ‘m g’nna–!”

“Shh, relax, c’mon, give me what you used to.” 

guest39 Omg this is so hot 

chilldude3 the fact theyre exes makes this even hotter. ;)

The pleading voice of his rang in your eardrums and you threw your head back against the desk, letting it knock against the wood at every thrust Caleb fed you—at this point he was overfeeding you, stuffing you with so much you can’t focus, you felt so full.

“That’s it, baby ah- ngh- Give me one more, one more, wanna fill you up good…” 

How long can you do this for?

-

-

“Last night was never meant to happen.” You snap at Caleb who was still lying in bed next to you, groaning tiredly the moment he heard your panicked voice blare through his eardrums. 

After the first round—Caleb lost all control and made up for all the time you both lost. All those months of not being together, of him not having sex for three whole months. Of course he had to make it up! Which eventually ended up with you both go at it for hours on end, fucking like wild animals in heat, ones who need to be satisfied as soon as possible.

“You’re the one who told me not to freak out…” Caleb laughed, rolling off the bed and stretching his limbs, purposely doing it in front of you (with no shirt on).

Your face burns up and you turn your head away, still adding onto whatever argument you started. “Well either way it’s a one time thing only. Like I said, we're not getting back together after this, so don’t even have an ounce of hope within you.” 

“Promise I won't, buuttt on the bright side, I made real good money from this. Better than my streams I have alone.”

“Why’d you even do camming? Could’ve just found a job.”

“And why were you watching it? Could've just used your fingers.” Caleb retorts.

“That's… I'm leaving now! I don't know why I stayed the night…” Your voice soon trailed off as you reached the door and before Caleb could hear the rest of your rant, the door slammed shut with a bang.

-

“Tara, I got my rent’s money.” Caleb announces, plopping the stacked bills on her desk before stepping back, watching her reaction. 

“You… You got all of this in less than a week?” She gasps, collecting the bills and picking one up before aiming it at the ceiling—most likely to check if they're fake or not—before slamming them down on the table, and staring at Caleb.

“Did you use her?”

“Of course not…” Caleb chuckles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to joke around that he totally wasn't using you, when the answer was quite literally written all over his face.

“It was just out of pure luck.”

a/n. hello if u got to the end. idk if I should be yapping here but ill keep it to a minimum. all I really wanted to say is that Caleb is lowkeyyy fun to write for and I hope hes not too ooc. I fear theres some parts that dont really sound like him n im sorry if it does. but anyway that's that. I js think the hardest part was writing masturbation lol I fucking suck at it and you could tell from the 3 chances I had at writing it buutt anyway nothing more for me to say except ty if u read!! <3 idk y this got so long this is prolly the longest fic ive written

“Good luck with that.” She mumbled low, enough for Caleb to hopefully not hear– but when he, in fact, heard her, he didn’t react and just kept the feigned smile on his face as his fingers lingered on the doorknob ready to close the door–

“Alright, you know what?” Tara interrupts, slamming her hand on the wooden frame before leaning in a little closer. “That's enough for today. Caleb, I’m giving you a week max. Seven days to get your rent up to date. Just don’t… use her to help you with it.” She smiled, giving Caleb a quick thumbs up before halting her foot in the opposite direction, getting ready to leave, before she paused and spoke up again.

“The last thing I want is you cheating your way to get money! Ugh! I just hate cheaters and…” Tara’s voice soon trailed off when Caleb slowly shut the door on her. The click echoed through his empty apartment room for a moment, letting the sound buzz through his chest as he took in her words.

Of course he wasn’t going to use you! He didn’t even know how he was going to use you. All he needed to do was find a job. See? He doesn’t need your help!

However, before he resorts to finding a job (again), he just had a couple of people to talk to.

-

-

“Gran, it’s only a few hundred…maybe a few thousand, but please can I have some money? Promise Caleb will pay you back as soon as possible!”

“What happened to your job, dear?”

Caleb groans in annoyance, flicking his pen on his forehead as he contemplates whether he should tell her why he got fired—mind you, for the tenth time this week—or if he should just switch the topic.

Honestly, there wasn’t a real legitimate reason why he got fired. People at work thought he was helpful, and the perfect coworker. He was the best, truly, he was. But the moment they got a new manager—everything changed. Not dramatically, but there was just some shift in the air.

New rules, new positions—everything Caleb dreaded for in his job. But even through all those changes, he still ended up working to his fullest, and continued to gain the support from others. However, when the manager noticed, like he always had some issue with Caleb from the start, he obviously didn’t waste time to fire him. As soon as possible. Yet again, for no actual reason.

Nonetheless, Caleb wasn’t affected by it (not that much) and told himself to just move on. Which then led to him applying to hundreds upon hundreds more jobs, surprisingly getting rejected by each and every one of them.

“You know why.” He grumbles, twirling his pen around his fingers as he rests his phone between his ear and shoulder, keeping it in place before leaning back on his seat, tracing the dimmed ceiling light with the tip of the pen, drawing slow circular motions. “Anyway, it’s fine. I’m finding a new job soon, so just give me some time.”

“I see.” She hums. A moment of silence lingers between the two of them and Caleb knew the answer was a flat no. “I’m sorry Ca-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Caleb interrupts with a dry chuckle. “I’ll just go ask someone else, wish me luck.”

“Of course.”

When the call ended with a beep! Caleb tossed his phone in his pocket, grabbing his jacket and heading over to the next and, hopefully, the last person he’ll talk to.

-

“There you are.” Gideon cheered, throwing a can of soda in Caleb’s direction. He caught the can with quick intuition and sat next to the dark haired man, sighing tiredly, throwing his head back against the couch. The cool metal grazed his lips as he took a sip, letting the silence fill the room for a minute.

He was waiting for the right moment to pop the big question—well, it wasn't really a big question, considering the unnecessary amount of times he’s already asked it. At this point, one word could slip out of his mouth and Gideon could answer, or complete the sentence for him.

“Hey can-”

“No.”

“You didn't even let me finish,” Caleb groaned, rolling his eyes before he set his drink down and gazed into the ceiling, staring into the ridges and bumps while thinking of another excuse to hopefully make him change his mind.

“Did you know you’re the only other person who could help me?”

“And nobody is taking you for any interviews? At this point why don’t you just move back in with her?”

“Yeah it’s that easy. I don’t even know why I agreed to the breakup, it definitely wasn’t mutual. But if she wants to have a break then I’ll let her.”

Gideon hums and places his can on the coffee table, throwing his head back and turning in Caleb’s direction, eyeing him down for a moment before looking back at the ceiling.

“I have an idea, I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

“Shoot.”

“Your body is irritatingly nice. Not sure why you’re not putting it to use.” 

Caleb scoffs, a stifle of a laugh follows his lips as he shakes his head at the words coming out of Gideon's mouth—like he was spitting a lame joke. 

But when Gideon wasn’t laughing and sounded quite dead serious—Caleb didn’t do anything except take the compliment. “Alright, anything elsee?”

“I didn’t mean it like- ugh, I was just saying because you could totally try to get some money using your… body. Just saying.”

“Really? Like sell myself off on camera?”

“Bingo.” Gideon snapped, grabbing his phone from his pocket and scrolling through it as Caleb took in his words. 

“Wouldnt that, like, not work? I don't think I've seen anyone tune in those things, for men at least.”

“Oh trust me, I know a lot of people that join in this stuff.”

Caleb laughs, "don't tell me you do this ‘stuff’. I mean if you do then-” before Caleb could finish his sentence a pillow from nearby was thrown at him—which made him laugh even more. “–ow! Okay, okay. Relax.” 

“Anyway, I'll send you everything later, I think a few live streams could help with your rent.”

“And you can't?” Caleb muttered, getting up from the ground and stretching his limbs before heading to the door. “Anywayy, thanks, I'll definitely not look into it. Buut, I got one more person to speak to, so see you next time.”

And Caleb didn't bother waiting for Gideon's protest or goodbyes before shutting the door on him and rushing to his car.

Camming? Sounds stupid.

-

-

As much as Caleb didn't want to talk to you, and as much as he convinced himself that he wasn’t going to use you or need your help—he couldn’t control himself when he magically ended up in front of your door, pacing back and forth, contemplating if he should knock, or if he should just go back to his room. 

Which was a literal step away.

But when he was unable to move—like he was glued to the ground with gorilla glue, Caleb didn’t waste anymore time and decided to give it a go. A rejection is a rejection, he can handle it. Of course he can–

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

…

It was quiet. 

He waited, stayed put—frozen as he watched the door intently. A small smirk was lingering on his lips, not one of challenge or confidence, but of defeat. He knew you weren't going to answer, and either way, why would you answer? 

Before he could just take one step back to his door, the knob of yours shook and the door suddenly flung open.

And there was one thing—scratch that, two things Caleb thought of the moment you opened the door. One, he should've never even knocked. And two, he wanted—no, needed you back. You weren't even in an outfit that's trying to taunt him on purpose, but it looked like it when you were wearing those pyjamas–his favorite pyjamas he bought you– like you knew he was coming.

He was absolutely gone from this awful sight of you. After not seeing you for so, so long, this is the first thing he sees? Your hair, slightly frizzed from most likely taking a nap he wished he woke you up from, your clothes faintly disheveled from probably moving too much in your sleep–he knew that you always do when he’s not with you, God, he wondered how you were sleeping now.

“Hey, pipsqueak.” Caleb grinned, leaning a little closer—not too close, just to indicate he wasn’t here for whatever disgusting thoughts were filling his mind, and also so you don’t get the wrong idea. Because he was only here solely for one thing, and one thing only.

“My rent is overdue, pips. And as much as I hate asking you for things, may I please have some money? I’ll pay you back as soon as I get a job.”

You stayed silent when Caleb finally finished spewing his issues on you. The deafening silence between you two was palpable, so undeniably clear that there was no positive reaction to any of this.

“I only have a little bit, but what will you give me in return?”

Caleb raised an eyebrow and tried to lighten the mood. “I move back in with you? We start over?” 

You chuckle and inch closer, as if you didn't want anyone else in your apartment to hear yours or Caleb's words. First of all, who was in your room? Caleb's brows narrowed when you closed the door further against your body, closing in the mere inches between your head and the frame.

“If you do that, then why would I give you money for your rent? Caleb, all I said was that we need a break.”

“I know, I know. I hear you, loud ‘n clear.” He raised his arms in mock surrender and shifted his gaze to the small gap between your head and the door–trying to see who could possibly be in there.

You noticed his prying gaze and chuckled before opening the door a little wider to be met with Tara sitting at your desk on her phone. “She’s here for a bit.”

“I se-”

“Whos at the door?”

Tara’s voice blared through your room, loud enough that it echoed outside for Caleb to hear. However, he didn't do anything but stay in place, willingly waiting for her to walk out and scold him. He was used to it at this point.

And the moment Tara stepped next to you with a displeased look on her face—her eyes immediately widened when she saw Caleb outside your door.

“Didnt I say no cheating?!”

“I wasn't cheating! I’m just asking her something.” Caleb retorts, keeping his hands raised before stepping back to his room. 

And with each slow stride, he kept his gaze locked on yours.

“Uh-huh. Go back to your room, and remember the rules, or I'll cut down your days.” 

-

-

You shut the door with a click and turned to Tara who immediately went back to doing her other things she was previously doing. She sat on your rolling chair with a sigh, slumping down before spinning around. 

The silence was deafening—awkward ever since Caleb left. Actually, before Caleb even came over the silence in the room was relaxed, at ease. Now it feels like someone walked in with a vacuum and sucked up all the joy out of the room. 

It was humid and heavy. So unbearable to deal with. You sit on the ground next to Tara as she idly scrolls on her phone. God, not even was the silence painful to deal with, but it was getting awfully boring here.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You ask, trying to change up the setting a little. When Tara nodded, you reached for your laptop and plopped on the bed with a groan. The mattress dipped a little deeper when Tara sat next to you, humming a quiet cheerful melody as she watched you scroll through a website to find a movie to watch.

“Everything here looks so boring.” You mumble, moving your cursor around the screen, clicking a random film and sitting back and watching as the dots chase after each other on the screen.

“How long have you and Caleb been broken up for?”

“Seriously? I asked to watch a movie and now you care about that?”

“I'm just curious.” She laughs, raising her hands in mock surrender before averting her gaze back to the movie. 

However, you let the question linger in your mind for a moment even though there was a simple answer. Way too simple, it's just two words. You and Caleb have only been broken up for three months and ever since that mutual break up that you decided on—you hate to admit there's not one day that goes by where you don’t think about him at least once.

It wasn't like he did anything bad though. He was (and still is) the perfect man. He treated you like no other man would. And not only was that one part you loved—his actions, kind words, different ways he showed his love to you—but there was much more than what everyone sees in public.

He was awfully good in bed. And you mean it when you said he was good—beyond amazing. However… of course, when you started dating, Caleb wasn't the best at everything. Matter of fact, you had to teach him some stuff. But he was a quick learner, and before you knew it: he always made you feel satisfied every night. 

And now that you haven't seen each other in months doesn’t change the fact you’re now unsatisfied every night. But it wasn't like you intended to remain celibate—All you needed to do was fulfill your needs with a toy, your fingers- or find someone new. You didn't need Caleb. Of course you didn–

And when the snap of fingers flickered by your face, your thoughts immediately got washed away the moment you slipped back to reality. Your distracted gaze shifts from the computer and back to Tara as you stare at her with a confused look.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“Caleb- I mean.. Nothing, not thinking of anything.”

“Ah.” Tara hums, nodding her head in approval—something so mocking, something that makes you flush and burn up at the gesture. She caught you right away. “So if either of you are clearly not over each other. Why break up then?”

“I don't know. I guess I just…need a break?”

“Hm, are you sure the break is helping though? I noticed how restless you've been acting ever since he’s left. And when he knocked on your door, you didn't bother opening it immediately the moment you peeped through the peephole.”

As Tara spat out all the truth on your face, you couldn’t help but grit your teeth taking in her honesty. She was right. The break wasn't helping the slightest, but you still weren't sure if going back to him was going to be a good idea. Considering he lost his job, and now you live two separate lives. If he decides to move back to your–well, originally it was his place you shared after he moved away, but either way, if he does move back into your place, everything would be piled on you until he finds something to provide for the two of you.

“I’m just not ready.” You mumble, glancing down at the sheets and tracing the intricate design with your gaze. But unfortunately, for some reason, Tara wasn't falling for your words and she sighed—a long exasperated breath left her lips like she had more to say.

You stayed silent and waited for the rest of her lecture or advice. But when seconds started feeling like minutes, and minutes feeling like hours…you were back in the same awkward room you were in half an hour ago.

“I’m not trying to pry but how’s your sex life?”

“...That- well, I haven't really done anything after Caleb and I separated, so it’s just been…um, me in my room and stuff.”

“I see, do you use videos?”

You chuckle and shut your laptop, rolling onto your back before you nod. “Yuup. But all of them suck, so I end up just using my imagination.” 

“Okay, I want you to trust me on something. Don’t waste your money on vibrators that barely work- well, yeah you can do that too- but I may have something you might like.”

“I doubt it.”

“Just give it a go, I'll let you know how it works and everything too. And trust me, you won’t need a man to fulfill your desires after this.”

You sigh and reluctantly agree. “Fine. Tell me what you got.”

-

-

He wasn’t supposed to do it this early. It was way too early for him to be acting like this. The hem of his shirt was stuffed in his mouth as he held back his noises, the quiet buzz in the room was the only thing that could muffle his regretful sounds.

The moment Tara shooed him away from you, Caleb couldn’t help but sit on his bed, staring at the ceiling thinking a million things. And each thought he had, always skipped back to you.

He tried to distract himself from doing other things to forget about you- other things he told himself not to do- but he couldn’t control himself and kept remembering the way you looked at him, or remembering the way you were considerate about giving him money, god, he should’ve convinced you a little harder.

As he was reaching closer to release, the shirt stuffed in his mouth soon dropped out with a pwah! leaving Caleb’s lips. His fingers started to tighten harder and he began quickening the pace a little faster. With each rapid pump of his wrist stroking himself diligently—the throbbing of his cock started to grow more heavier and he started to feel warmer as the seconds went by.

With one final stroke he threw his head back and sighed in relief when spurs of sticky warm cum shoot on the sheets.

“Your body is irritatingly nice. Not sure why you’re not putting it to use.”

A groan left Caleb's lips as Gideon’s words echoed through his mind. Should he try it? Was it really worth it for the money? He told himself to not consider it.

Yeah, this is stupid. He shouldn’t be doing this. But yet again, what if it does work? The money can be worth it… his rent will be paid… you–

And before Caleb knew it, without any more convincing, and you flooding his mind (again)—he was already at his computer.

-

“Finally got this done.” He mutters, leaning back and staring at his new profile he created on the camming site. 

It’s surprising how many people actually join in this kind of stuff, hundreds of live streams were displayed on the homepage with each one having hundreds upon hundreds of views. God, he wondered how much money they’re all getting.

As Caleb stared at the screen for a little longer, the ‘start live’ button was practically shining at him like a bright beacon. While his hand was on his mouse, directing his cursor to the button, he stopped himself before reaching for a mask and then began the stream.

c.xiagoesboom started a live: help me pay my rent :p

The webcam was aimed at the lower part of his body, but he wasn’t wearing anything too special. He was practically in his gym clothes; a tight white compression shirt that defined his abs and a pair of shorts.

He didn’t plan on doing anything for the first stream, but one thing he did have a plan of was that he was going to do three streams. The first being the one he was in at this moment, a second one being a little more intense, and a third one inviting his top donor over after receiving a good amount of money.

And his goal was to just pay his rent. That’s it. 

chilldude3 yooo sup broke ass, why r u on here for money

iluvhotdogs123 he clearly needs to pay his rent 

iluvhotdogs123 donated $2 hope this helps a lil <3 now jerk off or something lol

Caleb scoffs and shakes his head. “With that price you’re getting nothing.”

But even after receiving two dollars, his fingers couldn’t stop themselves from gliding along his body. Large digits trace his hardened abs with precision; slow and gentle. However, before he could continue—he stopped his fingers on the boner poking through his pants.

“Any more money?” Caleb teased, cupping his fingers on the indent before carefully squeezing it.

chilldude3 pls jerk off lol ur body is nice btw 

vodkalover234 donated $7 here’s sum more money. jerk off or rub yourself pls. Oh btw why wear a mask ?? we can't even hear those moans :(

“‘Cause my walls are thin, ‘n I don’t want my neighbor to hear me.” He mumbled, rubbing slow motions on his pants, making him twitch involuntarily. He was already acting like a pathetic virgin from rubbing himself? In front of a good handful of people?

guest0.0 bet that neighbor is some old lady who puts noise complaints on u all the time lol

“Mm-mm.” Caleb moaned, shaking his head as he denied the assumption. 

“...My ex-girlfriend.”

chilldude3 even fuckin’ better, c’mon rub urself harder n faster 

fillmeupsy1v5 donated $35  PLEASE

The moment Caleb saw the double digit donation, he didn’t waste a second before rubbing himself with all the strength he could. His cock was aching and twitching between his fingers. And as he continued pumping his fist–moaning louder at every drive of his wrist, he was already so close to climax.

x.r.zslut donated $31

ilovestar.nerds donated $29

chilldude3 show us when u nut pls and moan louder

guest273 god this is so hot

“hngh- you’ll see everything. Just- hah! W-wait.”

The shakes of the desk erupted with every thrust of his hips pummeling in his curled fist. He didn’t even care about the noise anymore- if the desk was loud, then he could be loud too, right? He’ll give you a random excuse if you ask.

But when the thought of you hearing him pleasure himself fills his mind, he doesn’t bother unhooking his teeth from his lips and lets out all the sounds he’s been holding back. Those breathless pants, groggy moans- he was already a noisy mess after barely holding back.

“I… need her..” he moaned, hooking his thumb under the waistband of his shorts and pulled down the material.

iluvhotdogs123 FINALLY OHMYGODD

chilldude3 donated $60

ilovestar.nerds donated $50

pisytipsy24 are we finally gonna see him jerk awf 👀

Before Caleb could pull his boxers down, he noticed the donations keep rolling in by the second, and at this point, the first stream alone could pay most of his first month's rent. However, instead of him continuing, he stopped his movements and placed his other hand on his mouse. 

There was already so much money, he could continue this another time. And either way, he wanted to finish off…alone.

chilldude3 WAIT WAIT I WANNA SEE U NUT. NO WAIT.

iluvhotdogs123 COME BACK COME BACK NOOOOO

“Guess you’ll have to wait for the next stream.” Caleb winks, words dragging out of his lips in feigned disappointment.

Beep!

c.xiagoesboom ended his live.

-

-

“Tara, I thought about it, and I decided, I will look into this site.”

“Yay!” Tara’s cheer blared through your phone's speakers and you couldn’t help but inch away when the sound almost tore your eardrums. It probably only took you a good hour or two to think about this site she put you on. 

First of all, before you even made an account, you scrolled through the homepage for anything that could pique your interest—and you found a few that actually did. But you didn’t click them yet, you just kept the names in mind.

However, there was one that you did want to join. And unfortunately, when you tried joining, his live stream already ended. Either way, you’ll be lurking the site to hope to see him go live again. Because if your money wasn’t going to be put for toys, then it will definitely be put for this man’s rent.

-

“C’mon please go live tonight.” You mumble, repeatedly refreshing c’s page in hopes of seeing something new. Especially considering you were more than ready. You took a relaxing shower, slipped in a nice robe and sat at your computer ready for anything to satisfy you tonight.

As you clicked the refresh button a couple more times, the page flashed white and a new video popped up. Perfect timing. With a grin you click the stream and sit back, not donating or chatting yet—just watching.

c.xiagoesboom started a live: more intense stream ;) help a puppy boy pay his rent while he thinks about a few things

The webcam was aimed at the lower half of his body, but this time, he had nothing except a pair of boxers on. And god, that body was definitely an unforgettable sight. 

But the more you stared, taking in his figure intently, the more familiar he looked… There was something about him that you couldn’t pinpoint. Like you knew him… from where exactly? Either way, you brushed away all those doubts and leaned back and continued watching.

Surprisingly, there were already a few people in the chat thirsting over his body, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. When will he get to fucking himself? Tara told you they just masturbate on live and end it off.

babyapple donated $294 touch yourself pls

A familiar chuckle seeped through your speakers and the man leans in, hooking his fingers under his boxers and tugs at the material, making him wince before speaking.

“That’s a large amount of money, I’m assuming you’re new here?” He asked, letting the question linger in the air for a moment—and as you were typing out your answer, his boxers were already sliding down his thighs. Fuck. You froze.

babyapple  Yeah. YEAH.. I’m new here, probably only here for this stream tho

“I see. Well I forgot to mention that the t-top donor gets a special night with me.” He breathes, already tightening his fingers around his leaking, searing head before dipping his digits down to the base; stroking himself steadily.

“Do you want that… baby?”

Your fingers completely froze on your keyboard. You were genuinely unable to even move your fingers after those words slipped out of his lips. Did you want a night with him? You didn’t even know that was an option and you willingly sent over two hundred bucks?!

You groan to yourself and try to think of another response. Something that could rile him up and help you finish tonight. If you just donate some money to him—high amounts—and eventually leave satisfied, then there’s no need to have a night with him. 

However, if you end up unsatisfied, and still the top donor…then maybe you could consider meeting him.

Or, if either or happens—you could always ghost him at the end.

babyapple donated $150 idk. I’ll see how good you are tonight, and if you don’t satisfy me, then I’ll consider it.

“Shame.” He chuckled, quickening the pace of his wrist before throwing his head back, chest heaving up and down as he started to lose control. “Well don’t flaunt too much on me,”

“I still have someone else on my mind.”

guest143 wait I joined late, who’s he thinkin ab ? :o

iluvhotdogs123 probs his ex gf lol

You hum and watch as his hips twitch at every slow stroke, his fingers quiver at every up and down movement, like he was in a race with someone—like he was trying to cum as soon as possible. But what’s the fun in that?

babyapple donated $200 tell us in detail what you’re thinking about

The man’s lavender eyes peered at the screen when you sent that donation—he didn’t answer immediately, but you assumed he let the question linger in his mind for a b–

“Her.” He growls, shifting in his seat and scooting closer so he has more space to raise his hips as he continues to stroke himself like a fucking mutt in heat. “Thinkin’ ‘bout her right here.” 

With his free hand, he raises the mask off his lips—not so you could see the rest of his face. Unfortunately he still remained hidden.

He spat a slob of saliva on his cock before he latched his fingers on his length and slicked up and down, up and down—the pace he was going at was unruly out of control. It was like the moment he heard that question; something inside him snapped and his true feelings started to show.

“—Takin’ me beautifully, like she used to.”

He sucks in a breath and the grip on the handles of his chair tightens, you could practically see his knuckles go white at the secure grip he kept on it. 

“Bent over, face stuffed in the pillow—or pinned to the desk—as she holds back her pretty sounds.”

guest143 why break up then lol

“God, everyone keeps asking me that like I know the answer- hngh- I don’t know, she wanted it ‘n I agreed.”

babyapple donated $345 then why don’t u try to win her back, or is this to get over her ?

“Why do you think I offered a special night for the highest donor?”

The heat creeps up your neck when he snapped back at you. He was right, but that still made you wonder if meeting with him would be the right choice, considering he’s not over his ex and the whole stream is just about him thinking about her.

You ponder for a moment and decide to not respond. You were too tired to type. All you wanted to do was watch him fuck himself as he thinks about another girl. Why did that make you feel weird inside? Not out of jealousy though… there was just some tingling feeling deep within you.

Before you knew it, he was already a creaming mess on camera. Obscene amounts of slick poured down his hard, pretty length as he kept going instead of stopping after every finish—and from the looks of it, it looked like his plan was to wear himself out.

ilovestarnerds one more time !!!

chilldude3 YES and then I wanna see a close up pls 

“A-alright.” He panted, leaning in close before grabbing his camera and aiming it at the mess between his thighs—and that sight alone made you swallow your gasp.

“I’m done here…” he bites, languidly moving his wrist at an uneven pace before propping the camera back to where it was. “I’m surprised a bunch of you donated, I’m able to pay the second month of my rent now.”

“Buut unfortunately, my last stream is tomorrow, so…baby apple, congratulations."

“I hope to see you tomorrow.”

-

-

“There’s no way.” You mutter, staring at the address the camboy—aka, Caleb—sent. 

There was no way.

Maybe that’s why you had that familiar Deja Vu feeling when you first saw him. But your mind didn’t go that far to think the camboy you watched, and donated to last night was Caleb? Out of all people? Caleb? Your ex?

The signs should’ve been there when it was mentioned that he needed money for his rent. Didn’t Caleb tell you that a couple days ago? But not even that should be a sign, his voice too.

It couldn’t be that unrecognizable. You couldn’t even believe that you didn’t recognize that arrogant voice you used to hear for hours on end—there was no way it was that distinct. Honestly, your only excuse was that it was probably the mask… but besides that, one more sign stood out to you.

In the previous stream he was thinking about his ex. And that was you. God, you knew he wasn’t over you—it was obvious that he wasn’t—so why was the thought of him thinking about you on stream, jerking off so helplessly, actually making you feel something you shouldn’t be feeling?

An exasperated dragged out groan of frustration left your lips and you bang your head on your desk. Well, you had two plans. Go if you win satisfied, don’t go if you win unsatisfied. But there was no way you actually planned on going now.

You didn’t even think Caleb knew it was you who donated either! So stepping in front of his doorstep after rejecting him a few days ago would be awkward. Seriously awkward. Considering the fact you're also helping him pay rent when you told him you had nothing.

However, even if all these negative thoughts flooded your mind, instead of rejecting the proposal, changing your mind and telling him you can’t go…you were already at your closet getting something nice to wear.

-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It hasn't been a second since you've knocked and Caleb immediately opened the door, freezing in place when he saw you standing awkwardly with your fist still in the air. You immediately stand straight and stare at him with so many emotions filled on your face—none of them were readable at all.

“Hey pipsqueak,” Caleb grinned, closing the distance between the door frame and himself, like he's trying to hide something he’s got inside—but you weren't stupid to not know what was in there. Matter of fact, you knew exactly why he was acting like this.

“Dont freak out, okay?” You warn.

“Promise.” 

-

-

c.xiagoesboom started a live: help me pay my rent while you watch fate bring me and my girl back together ^.^

“That’s- That's a stupid title ‘leb.” you whisper, ducking your head on the desk when you feel his fingers graze your soaked panties—large digits press on the stain, making you twitch under his gentle touch.

“Is it? Oh, and we're also back to nicknames, aren’t we?”

You shook your head and glanced at the chat. A handful of people already joined, and were already freaking out at the mere sight of a girl sitting on Caleb's lap–however, before Caleb could tell them that the special guest was his ex, unfortunately people already caught on to it.

“Am I that predictable?” He mumbles, resting his head on your shoulder before beginning slow movements on your clothed cunt.

iluvhotdogs123 u areee (not). oh my god i didn't know you’d bring ur ex on here, this is crazy.

guest0.0 so if she's the special guest…also the top donor… that means she was in ur stream last night?

“Mhm, isn't it fate?” he chuckles. The breathy laugh brushed against your shoulder and it only made you shiver, shaking your head when his fingers eventually found their way under your panties.

“Tell me again, baby…” He whispered, planting a kiss on the back of your ear before trailing to your opened back.

“...Do you want it?”

When a finger slid on the slicked barrier of arousal, sinking deeper and deeper until his fingers alone made you feel full– you nod repeatedly, nodding until you feel yourself going dizzy. You missed this touch so bad. You missed when he’d satisfy you every night, you missed his scent, his presence, his–

“Alright, alright.” one hand cups your shaking head and he puts it to a halt, pulling you back before planting his lips on your temple, trailing his lips lower and lower, trying to distract you from the fact he already slipped a second finger in you. 

“But remember what happens when I'm with you…” His fingers curl to the depths of your throbbing cunt, pressing against your weak points–ones he memorized very well. I mean, how could he forget? You were practically engraved in his mind ever since you've met. 

“Wha- hngh!” 

“Once I'm with you, I can’t hold back. And since I haven't had you in months…”

chilldude3 donated $60

“...I’m using my last strands of patience, so holding back now, isn't really an option anymore.”

“Caleb…” you whisper, feeling his fingers slip out of you and eventually hook onto the strands of your panties, pulling the material down in a swift motion and shoving it in his pocket before placing his large hands on your sides and lifting you up.

“Look at that mess,” he groaned, lifting your dress up to see your leaking cunt on his monitor. His gaze flared with rage—a burning rage that was so undeniably clear he didn't want to take his time. But for the sake of the money, and more and more viewers rolling in—taking his time would be the best option…for now.

“Why don’t we spice it up a bit? The more money you send, the more intense we’ll go, how does that sound?” 

iluvhotdogs123 donated $80

vodkalover234 donated $153

“Please Caleb…” you whimper, sinking down until your cunt is pressed on his boner, making him wince when you start moving. But he didn't stop your moving hips rocking against him at a slow rhythm. “J-just give it to me.”

“How demanding.” 

In a swift movement you were pulled off his lap and pressed against the desk. A faint yelp left your lips at the action and he didn’t waste time before pressing himself against you, chuckling before grinding his boner against the plush of your covered ass.

“You don’t know how long I've been waitin’ for this, pips.” 

“I know y-you've been waiting!” you quiver, knocking your head on the desk at every thrust he fed you. He wasn’t even inside you and the feeling of him grinding against you—clothed—made you feel dizzy. Your head was pounding–buzzing with static–when it knocked on the wooden surface. Papers were scattered on the desk and that was the only thing that could keep you stable.

"And you have too, right? You missed me as well, didn't you?” Caleb asked with full enthusiasm—full confidence that you missed him too. That the feeling was mutual.

“I…” you didn't give him a definitive answer and just sputtered random words together. Did you miss him? The feeling came to you once in a while, but it wasn’t like you overly missed him, right? You thought about him at least once a day, that’s about it. And thinking about his scent, and his touch at least twice a day didn’t count. It didn't count at all.

“Tell me, baby.” He groans, tearing your dress apart with a rrriiippp and gliding his burning fingertips on your back, tracing your skin like you were a fine art piece at a museum—one nobody except one person could touch. “You missed me, right? I bet you tell that to Tara everyday.”

“I miss Caleb.” he mocks, pressing on your lower back so you're arched against him, ass pressed against his pants that he’s about to rip away in a second. 

“Or is it, ‘I hate Caleb.’”

No.

“I want Caleb back.”

Yes. 

“Caleb and I will never get back together.” 

…

“Caleb and- Shit- Shh, relax.”

Through all that blabbering, all those assumptions of what you tell Tara, while none of them were true, you didn't notice that Caleb already had his tip pressed against your drippin’ hole, sinking a little deeper and deeper, making you suck in a breath and instinctively clench around him.

“Relax, pips.”

ilovestar.nerds donated $90 angle the cam lower pls 

Caleb eyed the message and didn't bother reaching for the webcam and lowering it at a good view for everyone to see everything happening. But you couldn’t even catch a break before Caleb grabbed onto your sides again, gripping you securely.

“Are we going to take this slow, or should we do it…my way?”

The gasp leaving your lips got stuck in your throat and you nodded, moaning in response before feeling his cock sink deeper in your cunt. The feeling was so unbearable, something so staggering it makes you feel like you shouldn’t be having it- at least not in front of the camera- but he can’t back out now, can he? Those donations were already telling you enough that he’s exactly where he wants to be. 

“Breathe, baby… In and out.” his hands press on your tummy heaving in quick up and down motions when you feel his cock slide in and out of you at a rapid pace–his speed was ungodly, something that shouldn't be tampered with. When he mentioned holding back before losing control, where he’s on his last strands—you always never believed it. Because in that very moment, the very moment he has you where he needs you to be: he already lost control. Even before warning you.

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“Caleb- hck- i wan’ stand- lemme stand..”

And Caleb listened to your pleas, pulling away a little further and grabbing onto your sides, guiding you to a comfortable pace as he fucks you while you stand. However, through your blurry vision, your gaze was fixated on his monitor which still displayed the two of you going at it like wild rabbits, and God, it was embarrassing. The way his large fingers molded your skin, cupping you delicately as he pummelled his cock steadily—finding a good tempo that you and (mostly) him are comfortable with, made you shiver and you only wanted to cover your face as you started to fully realize what was going on.

You twist your body away from his, trying to reach back for the desk but the grip on your sides tightened, making you whimper. “Desk- wanna go back-”

“Didn’t I say we’re doing this my way? Alright then, this is the last time you can ask me for something.”

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Caleb raised an eyebrow and didn't waste a second before pushing you against the desk, pummelling in you with full intent of letting you know the night wasn't going to waste, he wanted to wear both himself and you out—to prove that the money earned here, and your pleasure, would all be satisfied to the fullest. 

“Ngh- s’good- hah!”

“C’mere,” he mumbled, sliding his fingers through your hair, tilting your head a little back until you’re pressed cheek to cheek, and Caleb didn’t bother nuzzling himself against you like a puppy before turning his head toward your direction. 

But the moment he started planting small kisses on your face, drawing lower and lower—you turned away before he could reach your lips. 

“N-no kissing my lips.”

Caleb chuckled, something that sounded so dry—so lifeless, but he didn't bother convincing you for one. He just stayed frozen for a moment before turning you in his direction. 

“I can't kiss you? yet I could…” His cock sunk in the depths of your cunt, suffocating your gummy walls, making you shudder when he abruptly turned you around to his direction. And the moment you were put in missionary, back pressed against the cold wooden surface, facing him—Caleb didn't waste a second before pushing his full length deep in you.

“...Do this?” 

“I-it's not the s-same! Hngh-”

Caleb still remained to keep you in a mean mating press before he leaned in again, but he didn't kiss you, he just lingered atop of you and stared into your dazed, drunk look. You didn’t know how to respond to him, you weren't even sure what to say, all you could do was breathe heavily, looking into his lavender gaze with so many thoughts rushing through your mind.

“Kiss it.” he whispered.

A cool metal grazed your lips and your eyes widened. 

“Kiss it.”

Your gaze darts from his necklace- the one you gave him- then back to his pleading eyes, impatiently waiting for you to kiss the piece of jewelry. And when you finally cave in, puckering your lips the slightest and planting a small kiss on the metal, Caleb immediately brought the necklace to his lips and gave it a kiss.

“This is the closest I could get to kissing you.”

Your eyes widened at the scene and before you could respond, a throbbing feeling deep in your stomach jolted you back to reality. The invisible knot started to tie tighter and you felt like you were going to throw up if you moved an inch. “Hah- caleb- ‘m g’nna–!”

“Shh, relax, c’mon, give me what you used to.” 

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The pleading voice of his rang in your eardrums and you threw your head back against the desk, letting it knock against the wood at every thrust Caleb fed you—at this point he was overfeeding you, stuffing you with so much you can’t focus, you felt so full.

“That’s it, baby ah- ngh- Give me one more, one more, wanna fill you up good…” 

How long can you do this for?

-

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“Last night was never meant to happen.” You snap at Caleb who was still lying in bed next to you, groaning tiredly the moment he heard your panicked voice blare through his eardrums. 

After the first round—Caleb lost all control and made up for all the time you both lost. All those months of not being together, of him not having sex for three whole months. Of course he had to make it up! Which eventually ended up with you both go at it for hours on end, fucking like wild animals in heat, ones who need to be satisfied as soon as possible.

“You’re the one who told me not to freak out…” Caleb laughed, rolling off the bed and stretching his limbs, purposely doing it in front of you (with no shirt on).

Your face burns up and you turn your head away, still adding onto whatever argument you started. “Well either way it’s a one time thing only. Like I said, we're not getting back together after this, so don’t even have an ounce of hope within you.” 

“Promise I won't, buuttt on the bright side, I made real good money from this. Better than my streams I have alone.”

“Why’d you even do camming? Could’ve just found a job.”

“And why were you watching it? Could've just used your fingers.” Caleb retorts.

“That's… I'm leaving now! I don't know why I stayed the night…” Your voice soon trailed off as you reached the door and before Caleb could hear the rest of your rant, the door slammed shut with a bang.

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“Tara, I got my rent’s money.” Caleb announces, plopping the stacked bills on her desk before stepping back, watching her reaction. 

“You… You got all of this in less than a week?” She gasps, collecting the bills and picking one up before aiming it at the ceiling—most likely to check if they're fake or not—before slamming them down on the table, and staring at Caleb.

“Did you use her?”

“Of course not…” Caleb chuckles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to joke around that he totally wasn't using you, when the answer was quite literally written all over his face.

“It was just out of pure luck.”

a/n. hello if u got to the end. idk if I should be yapping here but ill keep it to a minimum. all I really wanted to say is that Caleb is lowkeyyy fun to write for and I hope hes not too ooc. I fear theres some parts that dont really sound like him n im sorry if it does. but anyway that's that. I js think the hardest part was writing masturbation lol I fucking suck at it and you could tell from the 3 chances I had at writing it buutt anyway nothing more for me to say except ty if u read!! <3 idk y this got so long this is prolly the longest fic ive written

HEATED HIGHLIGHTS

✾ During intense matches, you'll stop your throat goat session to tease him by trailing your tongue along his thighs under the desk, feeling him throb in your hand with neglect. He mutes mid-call to growl, "Keep that up and I'll pin you right here after," his voice thick with promise as he fights to stay composed.

✾ He loves teasing you while streaming casual chats, his long arms allowing his fingers to dip in slow, torturous circles between your legs as you squirm in your nest. "Be quiet, baby, or chat will hear how wet you are," he whispers, smirking when you bite your lip to stifle moans.

✾ Post-stream, he likes to bend you over the desk, spreading your thighs wide and burying his face between them, eating you out from behind with sloppy, greedy licks, lapping hungrily at your slick folds. "Taste like trouble," he groans, fingers gripping your ass as he sucks your clit until you're dripping onto his keyboard. Only stopping when you're a shaking, soaked mess pleading for his cock. Ahem.

✾ He blindfolds you in the nest during streams when you've been particularly bratty that day, his fingers occasionally dipping down to trace your lips or neck, building tension until logout when he flips you over the desk and fucks you rough, growling about how your muffled whimpers nearly broke him on air.

✾ Loves making you wear vibrating panties he controls via app mid-collab– ramping it up during tense game moments, watching you squirm below while he chats casually, then punishing you later by denying orgasms until you beg on your knees.

✾ One of his personal favorites: He records private "after-hours" sessions where you ride him in the chair, camera off but monitor on so you watch yourselves. He thrusts up hard, whispering, "Look how you take me– gonna fill you till it leaks," his hands bruising your hips as you both chase release.

Version 1.0

You lounged on the edge of the king-sized bed, the soft glow of Caleb's RGB-lit gaming setup casting shifting hues across the room. Blues and purples danced over the posters of his favorite esports teams tacked to the walls. Your phone screen illuminated your face as you scrolled through endless feeds, but your mind wasn't on the memes or viral clips. No, it was on him. Dressed to kill ...or at least to distract, you wore those thigh-high socks that clung to your legs like a second skin, the tops squeezing the plump of your thighs. Your booty shorts rode up just enough to tease, and the crop top? It barely grazed the underside of your breasts, leaving a tantalizing strip of skin exposed to the cool air of the room. You knew exactly what you were doing, poking the bear, or in this case, the streamer.

Caleb sat at his desk, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he fine-tuned his setup. The click-clack of his mechanical keyboard filled the space, interspersed with the low hum of his PC fans. He looked so damn good in that oversized shirt, the sleeves tickling his veined forearms, and those jeans that hung low on his hips and hugged him in all the right places. You could see the focus in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed as he adjusted his mic sensitivity and tested the camera angle. But you wanted to shatter that focus. Craved it.

"Babe," you drawled, your voice a sultry whine as you rolled onto your side, propping your head on one hand. Your free foot dangled off the bed, toes curling in the air. "Can't you just... cancel the stream? For me? I promise I'll make it worth your while."

He paused, turning in his swivel chair to face you, his violet eyes softening with that mix of affection and exasperation you loved. A small smile played on his lips, the kind that made your stomach flip. "Sweetheart, you know I can't. The 5-man is locked in– me and the guys have been hyping this up all week. Just a couple hours, tops. Then I'm all yours." His voice was gentle, coaxing, but firm. He stood, crossing the room in two strides to lean down and press a quick kiss to your forehead. "Be patient for me?"

You pouted, exaggerated and playful, grabbing his shirt hem to tug him closer. "But I'm bored now." Your fingers trailed up his chest, but he caught your hand, chuckling softly as he released it and stepped out of your reach.

"Tell you what," he said, eyes lighting up as he sat back down in his chair. "Come sit with me. You can hang out, chat with the stream if you want– "

You perked up at that, sliding off the bed and sauntering over to him, hips swaying with deliberate intent. The way his gaze dropped, raking over your outfit like he was seeing it for the first time, sent a thrill straight to your core. But then his expression shifted– protective, almost possessive. "On second thought... no. Hell no. The boys don't get to see you like this." His voice dropped octaves, a hint of growl in it that made your thighs press together. "No."

Before you could argue, he was rummaging through the bedding, grabbing a fluffy throw blanket and a couple of pillows. He tossed them under his desk, creating a makeshift cocoon in the dim space beneath. "Get in there, kitten," he teased, using the nickname he'd jokingly given you one lazy afternoon, loving the scowl it painted on your face. "You'll be close by, aaand I can sneak glances at you. Just a few rounds, baby. Promise I'll log off early if I can."

You huffed but complied, crawling into the makeshift nest on all fours, the blanket carpet soft under your knees. It was surprisingly cozy– warm from the heat of his PC, the blankets and pillows cocooning you like a secret hideaway. You settled in, cross-legged, phone in hand once more. The scent of him lingered down here: faint cologne mixed with the ozone tang of electronics.

Above you, he settled back into his chair, legs spreading slightly, his thighs framed the space, caging you in. The stream went live with a chime, his voice shifting into that polished, energetic streamer mode. "Yo, chat! What's good? We're diving into some ranked matches with the squad tonight– let's see if we can finally carry Gideon's fat ass out of immortal 3." Laughter echoed through his headset as his friends joined the voice chat, their voices a muffled cacophony of bro-talk and inside jokes. "Nah, man, last time was a fluke. Tonight, we're dominating."

You tried to behave. Really. Thumb swiping your doomscroll, liking aesthetic posts, watching short clips. But the minutes ticked by, and that needy itch grew. The sound of his laughter, the smell of his cologne, the way his knee bounced occasionally with adrenaline from the game– it was pure torture. Your eyes kept drifting to his thighs, the fabric of his jeans stretched taut over muscle. Slowly, almost innocently, you reached out, fingers tracing light patterns up his inner thigh.

Caleb froze mid-sentence, his character on screen hesitating in the virtual battlefield. He muted his mic with a quick slap of the key, leaning down just enough for you to see the warning in his eyes– dark, heated, but stern. "Baby, what the hell? Stop that. You can't raise any suspicion– chat's watching every move. Be good, and I'll take care of you after. Properly." His whisper was rough, promising, but he straightened up too fast, unmuting. "Sorry, chat, my cat's being a total chaos gremlin tonight. Jumped on my lap– yeah, she's needy like that." He forced a laugh, but you caught the strain in it.

His friends bought it, ribbing him about his "furry sidekick," and the game resumed. Gunfire and explosions crackled through his speakers, his calls sharp and focused: "Play for picks, I'm gonna lurk ascent b site.” But you weren't done playing. Emboldened by his reaction, your hands ventured higher, unbuttoning and tugging at his pants until you freed him. He was already half-hard, the sight making your mouth water. You grasped his shaft and leaned in, pressing feather-light kisses to the tip, your tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin. Looking up through your lashes, you watched his face– jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the monitor like his life depended on it– as you licked slow, teasing circles, coaxing him to full, throbbing hardness.

A soft hiss escaped him, barely audible, but his hips shifted forward involuntarily. "Yeah, crossfire mid– shit, that was close," he said to his team, voice a touch higher than usual. His hand gripped the armrest, veins standing out, but he didn't dare look down. The chat scrolled with questions about his "off" plays, but he brushed them off with jokes.

You were merciful, at first. Sucking him in slow, deliberate pulls, your lips sealing around him as you hollowed your cheeks. The wet sounds were muffled by the desk, but you knew he felt every inch, every swirl and drag of your soft tongue. His cock pulsed against your palate, hot and heavy, and you hummed softly around him, the vibration drawing a choked breath from above.

But alas, patience wasn't your strongest virtue tonight. You ramped it up, swallowing him deeper, bobbing faster, your hand wrapping around the base to stroke what your mouth couldn't reach, because let's face it, he's way too big. Saliva slicked your chin, your thighs rubbing together to ease your own ache. Caleb's control cracked: a low groan slipped out, his mouse clicking wildly as his aim faltered. He came hard, sudden and intense, flooding your mouth with warmth. You swallowed greedily, milking him through it, your eyes watering but triumphant.

He slumped for a split second, muting again to rasp, "Fuck, you're gonna pay for that." But you just smiled innocently, wiping your lips.

Thinking it was over, he tried to refocus. But you leaned back against the pillows, shimmying out of your shorts and panties with a rustle. Spreading your legs, resting a foot on his knee, you trailed fingers through your slick folds, circling your clit with a gasp that echoed softly. Caleb's eyes finally darted down, widening at the sight.

A deep, audible groan tore from his throat– raw, uncontrolled. His friends' voices spiked in concern: "Yo, Caleb, you alright? Sounds like you're dying over there."

"Uh– yeah– I mean no. My stomach is killing me all of a sudden, must be that Taco Bell. Gotta bail, sorry dudes. We can grind another day– catch you next time chat." His words tumbled out, frantic.

"Aw, man, don't quit now– we were on a roll!"

"Go rest up, bro. You've been whiffing shots all night anyway."

He slammed the end-stream button, the chat dissolving into a blur of goodbyes and emojis. His hand shot under the desk, fingers wrapping around your wrist like a vice, hauling you up and onto his lap in one fluid motion. You sat on him, knees spread, your bare core pressing against his still-hardening cock.

"Thought that was funny, huh?" he growled, his free hand diving between your thighs without preamble. Fingers slicked through your wetness, teasing your entrance before plunging in, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "Couldn't wait for me? Needed my attention that fucking bad?" His tone was a delicious mix of mock anger and raw hunger, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing merciless circles.

You moaned, head falling back, but he grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze to the monitor. The camera was still on– not streaming, just looping the feed back to the screen like a private mirror. There you were, flushed, crop top askew, his hand buried between your legs, his long fingers pumping with obscene wet sounds. "Look at yourself," he commanded, voice husky. "See what a needy little brat you are?"

His other hand slid up your top, shoving the fabric out of the way to expose your breasts. He toyed with your nipples, pinching, rolling, tugging until they pebbled hard under his touch. "Disrupting my stream like that... think you deserve to cum so easy?" He slowed his fingers deliberately, edging you to the brink and pulling back, over and over. Your whines filled the room, hips grinding desperately against his hand.

"Please, Caleb– fuck, I need it. I'm sorry, just make me cum," you begged, voice breaking.

He smirked, watching your reflection writhe. "Beg prettier, baby. Show me how bad you want it."

"Oh god, Caleb, please– I'll do anything, I'll behave next time, no more teasing during streams, just finger me harder, make me cum all over your hand, I promise I'll be your good girl after this," you pleaded, the words spilling out in a desperate rush, your body trembling on the edge.

He finally gave in, fingers thrusting deep and fast, thumb pressing hard. You shattered beautifully, clenching around him, body arching like a bowstring as ecstasy ripped through you. He held you through it, murmuring praises mixed with teasing barbs: "That's my girl... so pretty when you fall apart for me."

But he wasn't finished punishing– or pleasuring– you. His cock, fully hard again, nudged between your thighs, sliding through your slickness. "Fuck," he growled, holding your head to face the monitor with one hand and positioning himself at your entrance with the other. You sank down slowly, trying to relax your walls around his thick cock, the stretch delicious and overwhelming. The screen reflected the scene back to you, how your ass settled against his hips, the way your thighs quivered, his cock disappearing in your pretty cunt. His violet eyes blazed over your shoulder watching it all.

You started rolling your hips in lazy circles, savoring the fullness, the way he filled you completely. Soft gasps and his quiet groans mingled with the faint whir of the PC. He shifted minutely causing your gummy walls to clench around his cock reflexively and his forehead dropped to your shoulder, “Dammit.” His hands clamped on your hips and he thrust up hard, driving himself even deeper as he repeated it, dragging out of you and snapping back up. The chair creaked rhythmically, protesting the force as his deep, relentless, pounding up into you hit angles that made your vision blur.

"Fuck, yes– take it, baby. All for you," he panted, one hand sliding up to fondle your breast, the other making you look forward. “Watch me fuck you or I stop,” he commanded. The monitor captured every bounce, every wrinkle of his cock as he bottomed out, amplifying the eroticism.

You came quickly, a keening cry as you seized around him, waves crashing endlessly. His signature move was coming right after you, always holding out until you were satisfied, and this time was no different. He followed with a hoarse moan, hips staccatoing as he spilled inside you, holding you flush against him.

Panting, spent, you leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your neck. "Next time, maybe I'll invite you on stream for real," he murmured, lips curving in a wicked smile. "But only if you promise to behave... or not. Kinda like the chaos.”

You laughed breathlessly, still coming down from the high, your body humming with aftershocks as you twisted in his lap to face him properly. The monitor's glow bathed you both in a soft, ethereal light, turning the sweat on his skin into glistening highlights. Caleb's eyes, dark and satiated, locked onto yours, his hands roaming lazily over your tummy, tracing the curve of your tits under the rumpled crop top. "Chaos, huh?" you teased, your voice husky from all the moaning. "Careful, or I might take you up on that stream invite. Imagine the views– your chat would explode."

“I'd get banned for sure,” he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. "Tempting, but nah. I take that back, not sharing you with thousands of randos." His fingers dipped lower, cupping your pussy possessively, giving a gentle squeeze that sent a fresh spark of heat pooling in your belly. Even spent, he had this way of igniting you all over again– like a match to dry tinder. "You're gonna be my little secret weapon."

You shifted, feeling him soften inside you but not pulling away just yet, savoring the intimacy. Your thigh-high socks had slipped a bit during the frenzy, one bunched at your knee, and you reached down to fix it, but Caleb beat you to it. His large hands smoothed the fabric back up your leg, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh in a way that was equal parts tender and teasing.

"God, you look wrecked," he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His gaze softened, the playful edge giving way to affection, maybe even a hint of vulnerability. Streaming was his world, his hustle, but moments like this? They were yours. "In the best way. Fuck, I love seeing you like this– flushed, messy, all because of me."

You bit your lip, heart swelling at his words, but you couldn't resist poking back. "Yeah? Well, next time, maybe don't make me wait under the desk like some forgotten toy." Your fingers traced idle patterns on his arm. "Though I think you unlocked something, being your hidden distraction."

He grinned, wolfish, and before you could react, he eased you off his lap, his cock slipping free with a slick sound that made you both groan. Standing smoothly from the chair, he scooped you up in his arms like you weighed nothing, carrying you toward the bed. You yelped in surprise, clinging to his shoulders, the sudden shift making your head spin with a mix of laughter and lingering desire. He deposited you onto the mattress with a bounce, then stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His pants followed, leaving him gloriously naked, a faint trail of hair and veins leading down to where he was already stirring back to life.

Crawling over you, he caged you in with his arms, dipping his head to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It started sweet, tongues tangling lazily, but heat built fast, his teeth nipping your bottom lip, your nails scraping down his back. "Gonna make up for that stream time," he whispered against your mouth, one hand sliding between your bodies to tease your oversensitive folds. You were still slick with him, with you, and his fingers glided easily, circling your clit until you arched up, whimpering.

"Caleb– fuck, sensitive," you gasped, but your hips chased his touch anyway, betraying your words.

"Good," he replied, smirking as he kissed a path down your neck, over your collarbone, lingering at your breasts. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking gently while his fingers dipped inside you, slow and exploratory. "Want you squirming. Payback for making me bust on stream."

You laughed, threading your fingers through his messy hair, tugging lightly. "Worth it. Your face was priceless– trying so hard to act normal."

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending jolts straight to your core. "Brat." But there was no heat in it, just fondness. He worked you open again, patient this time, building the pleasure in strategic layers. Fingers curling, thumb pressing, his free hand pinning your hip to the bed when you bucked too wildly, all tools in his arsenal to punish his pretty princess with a good time. The crop top was still bunched up, socks askew, but he didn't bother removing them; something about the disheveled look seemed to fuel him.

You came again, smaller this time, a rolling wave rather than a crash, and he kissed you through it, swallowing your pretty cries. "One more round," he said, positioning himself between your trembling thighs. The thick head of his cock nudged your entrance, teasing. "Slow and deep– wanna feel every inch."

You pushed down, impatient, and he slid home with a mutual sigh. He stayed still at first, his hands roaming your chest, your sides, whispering filthy praises: "So tight, baby... perfect for me... gonna fill you up again." But rhythm built, thrusts turning sharper, skin slapping as he gripped your thighs over the socks, pushing them apart using them for leverage.

The bed creaked, headboard thumping softly against the wall– your own private afterparty. You buried your face in your arms, muffling moans as another orgasm built, coiling tight. "Close– fuck, Caleb– "

"Me too," he panted, leaning over you, one hand moving your arms and pining them above your head. His other hand snaked between you to rub your clit. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Let go."

You did, shattering with a sob, and he followed seconds later, burying deep as he pulsed inside you. Collapsing beside you, he pulled you close against his chest with one strong arm, spooning you from behind. His breath fanned your neck, heartbeats syncing in the quiet.

"Stream's forgotten," he murmured sleepily, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "You're all that matters."

You smiled, eyes drifting shut. "Good. 'Cause I'm not done being needy yet."

Caleb's chuckle rumbled against your back, his arm tightening around your waist as he held you closer. The post-orgasm haze was already fading, replaced by that familiar spark. You started rubbing your ass against him, causing him to stir behind you, his cock twitching against your ass as if in agreement.

"Oh yeah?" he teased with a growl that sent shivers racing down your spine. His hand slid up your thigh, anchoring your top leg higher so he could slide his tip through your folds. "Greedy little thing…But how can I say no to you, bunny." He nipped at your earlobe before shifting you both. With effortless strength, he maneuvered you onto your knees, your cheek pressing into the pillow as he knelt behind you, knees bracketing your thighs.

You arched more instinctively, presenting yourself to him. Pushing your ass up, back bowed, putting your glistening pussy wanting and on display, the thigh-high socks still clinging to your thighs. The crop top was a lost cause, twisted around your torso, but neither of you cared. Caleb's hands gripped your hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he positioned himself. You could feel the heat of him, the blunt head of his cock teasing your entrance, sliding through the mess of your combined releases. "Fuck, look at you," he groaned, one hand smoothing up your spine to tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. "So ready for me again. You love this, don't you? Taking whatever I give."

"Yes– please, Caleb," you whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for the stretch, the fullness.

"You're gonna be the death of me, baby. But what a way to go.” He slid his tip slowly through your pussy lips.

“Hmm–maybe I should fuck that other little hole–”

Your protest got knocked out of you as he drove into your sopping cunt with a sharp punch of his hips, sinking fully inside in one forceful push. You gasped sharply, knuckles whitening on the sheets as the abrupt fullness stretched you wide, every inch of him hot and unyielding against your slick walls. Fuck, he was always so big, but the new angle was making it worse. He held still for a second, giving you space to settle. His breaths came heavy while he relished the snug grip of your pussy around him, fighting the urge to finish too soon as if every time with you always felt so raw and new. "God, baby... always fit me so perfectly. All for me."

He eased back nearly all the way, his ridged length grazing your tender inner walls with a deliberate drag, before plunging in again, the impact shoving you forward with every sharp buck of his hips. “Mmph–fuck–Caleb–” you moaned. The bed frame groaned in rhythm, the wood knocking on the wall as he ramped up the speed, hammering into you from behind with a fierce, animalistic pace, flesh meeting flesh in loud smacks. His fingers twisted tighter in your hair, tilting your head back as he bent closer, his dog tags brushing cool against your spine, the metal a stark contrast to the feverish heat of your back. His other hand slipped beneath you to cradle your breast, tweaking the nipple firmly enough to pull another sound from your throat.

"Take it," he panted, gritty and insistent, each syllable timed to a solid plunge that filled you with cervix-bumping throbbing pressure. "Every. Fucking. Inch." He shifted his hips, rolling against that sensitive ridge deep inside that sent sparks fizzing through your nerves, his balls tapping your clit with each heavy stroke. You were unraveling, mewling, your limbs quaking from the barrage of his pistoning cock.

Damp skin slid together, his core tightening against your back as he leaned in further, enclosing you completely, his breath hot on your neck. "You feel that? How deep I am?" he rasped, lips skimming your shoulder before his teeth bit gently, leaving a faint imprint that stung sweetly amid the daze. The tempo turned ruthless, like he was staking his territory anew, wiping away any lingering echoes of games or screens.

Each quick, firm thrust a slick glide building pressure, making your climax surge up quickly, twisting low in your core. You clawed back at his leg, nails biting in. "Caleb– fuck, I'm gonna– "

"Do it," he urged, his thrusts growing erratic as he raced toward his own end. "Cum around my cock, baby. Squeeze me tight." His fingers darted down to trace urgent loops over your clit, and that tipped you over– you clamped hard around him, the rush hitting in a fierce, blurring swell that peaked with a gush of clear fluid squirting from you, soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath. Spots danced in your sight, your frame shuddering as you muffled a cry into the pillow.

“Oh God– did you just–” He chased right behind, movements jerking as he drove through your cunt's grip, lodging deep with a rough yell, flooding your pussy with warm pulses of cum. His length still throbbing as he slumped over, the two of you heaving breaths, drained and completely content.

After a long moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you with him into a sweaty, tangled embrace. "Holy shit," he breathed, kissing your temple. "What do you say we make this official? Be my desk pet– mine, all the time, under the desk or anywhere else I need you.” You nodded weakly, satiated finally. He held you close for a bit, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back until your tremors faded, then slipped away just long enough to grab a soft towel from the bathroom. Returning, he carefully wiped between your legs and the damp spots on your thighs, murmuring soft praises. "You did so good for me, sweetheart, look at how beautiful you are…clean my messy girl riiiight up" He tossed it in the corner, drawing you back into his arms, peppering your forehead with tender kisses as he pulled the blanket over you both for a cozy, lingering cuddle.

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