Baby Fever: Caleb LADS
Synopsis: Caleb sees you holding a baby and suddenly realizes how much he NEEDS to see a mini-you.
Warnings: Breeding, Baby Fever, Mentions of Pregnancy, Public Smex, Use of ‘Gege’, Size Difference, Sort of Dub-con for half a second.
Caleb always knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. That was a given. But the thought of kids didn’t really fancy him that much, after all, he was so selfish.
Wanting you all to himself at all times.
But today, something had snapped. It was all because of the Farspace Fleet Annual Dinner. He had brought you in like a pretty thing on his arm. Families young and old from his subordinates had gathered in the ballroom.
He had went to fetch you drinks and when he returned, you had a gurgling little boy in your arms. All wide-eyed and chubby fingers grasping at strands of your hair.
He had been uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the evening. “Caleb, are you alright?” You whisper to him as you find your seat at the table.
He clears his throat and tries to force a reassuring smile. “Yeah Pips, of course.”
He was absolutely NOT fine.
You had just meant to grab your jackets from the coat closet before leaving. But somehow that resulted in it being locked behind you with Caleb so fucking deep in your guts you couldn’t breathe.
He hadn’t even bothered to pull the pants of his uniform down all the way. He tucked the band of his boxers right under his tight balls, slipped your panties to the side and fucked you in the extremely small closet.
“C-Cal-mmhh! F-fuck!” You gasped into his ear. The little prep work he had done made the stretch burn so much more deliciously. His Colonel Cap slipped down to shadow his eyes as he growled against your pulse point.
“Oh no Pipsqueak. You knew exactlyyyy what you were doin’. Holding that baby, bein’ all fuckin’-ngh-motherly.”
Your breath caught in your throat, you weren’t sure if it was from the way he was pulverizing your guts or from his words. “I just-b-baby was cute. Ah…~”
Your words cut off by his thumb rubbing tight circles around your sticky little clit. He chuckled in your ear, palm pressed firmly against your tummy where he was so deeeep inside of you.
“Uh huh, sure. Doesn’t matter,” his teeth are nipping at your throat as his shoulders knock dozens of coats into the floor. “-our baby is gonna be 10 times cuter.”
Your hands scramble to find any purchase on his shoulders. His breath is hot and heavy against the crook of your shoulder. “S’-too much Caleb! I-I can’t-not on the pill!” You try and muffle your moan against his uniform.
Caleb just chuckles at that, his swollen cock-head leaving wet kisses against your cervix. “S’ like you wanted me to leave a baby in here Pips. All swollen, achin’ for me huh?”
His thrust grow erratic, your cries building to a crescendo in the Ballroom coat closet. “Caleb I’m gonna-…out! Ngh, pull out!” It’s a half-hearted request really. You KNEW Caleb would be a good dad, would take care of you and a little one with no problem. Caleb clicked his tongue disapprovingly and simply pressed your face against the wall, before wrapping his arms around your waist.
Even though he could’ve easily lifted you with his Evol, it was strong, battle worn arms that held you up so your cute kitten heels were dangling helplessly. He used you like that dumbass pocket-pussy he bought back in his academy days.
Your cunt kinda sounded like it too. All gooey n’ wet n’ all fucked out.
“Yeah, yeah tell me again you don’t want my kid in your belly. Go on Pips. Tell me to stop, and I will.” He’s slamming you up and down his cock to the point you can’t even see straight.
“I-I want it!” You finally admit, walls clenching around his length like it was trying to milk him dry. “Want your babies, w-want you to fill me up-ahhh!”
The little bit of restraint Caleb had, shattered. He’s murmuring absolute filth into your ear as he feels you cum around his throbbing cock.
“Yeahhh, that’s it Pips. Gonna carry Gege’s baby? Gonna have ya all round n’ full of me. Gonna feel soooo nice and tight around me after I pump ya full of my kid. F-fuck I love ya-ngh!” He buries his face into your neck with sloppy kisses as his swollen balls tense up and pump load after load into your quivering pussy.
You don’t trust yourself to walk, and neither does Caleb when your feet touch the ground again. He’s giving you smooch after smooch as he pulls back up your panties, but not before giving your sloppy pussy a few pats for a job well-done over soaked panties.
But damn, poor Gideon only wanted his suit jacket and got free trauma for life!
