cw: siblings. codependency. implied depressed, gn! reader. hurt/comfort/angst/fluff. short read.
Caleb lets out a loud yawn in the narrow hallway of his high-rise apartment building, face drawn and eyes droopy as he can barely stay awake. His right hand lands on the doorknob, not questioning why it was already unlocked due to how mentally exhausted he is from work. He twists the knob, taking his time opening the front door. As soon as the metal door creaks is he immediately met with a loud ‘swoosh’ as the door suddenly swings open. Caleb lets out a gasp, alert and on edge until your arms wrap around his waist.
“There’s my sweet, little pipsqueak,” Caleb coos, sweeping you off of your feet in an instant. You react instinctively, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he holds your bottom to ensure you won’t fall. You can tell he’s exhausted, but a glimmer of light shines in his dreary cosmic irides upon seeing your face again. “How’ve you been while I was away?”
“Lonely. I missed you a lot, Caleb,” you murmur, puckering your lips at him with a whine. Caleb softly chuckles at your bratty attitude, leaning close to nuzzle your forehead against his.
“Yeah, Yeah, I know. I’ve been lonely without you, too.”
You stare at him, watching as his mood starts to falter again, no doubt guilty for how his absence made the both of you feel this past week. You huff, puffing your cheeks in frustration over his sudden mood swing as your index finger starts poking at the fat of his hyperpigmented cheeks. Your childish teasing brightens his mood again as he smiles widely at you, sharp canines on display as he lets out a hearty laugh before spinning the both of you around the living room.
You start to get dizzy, patting his shoulder a few times, signaling for him to slow down. Caleb soon realizes that you need a break from his torturous ride, carefully walking over to the couch and placing you down gently on the linen cushion.
“Have you eaten today,” Caleb asks, sitting beside you on the couch. You glance over at his lap before crawling over to him and suddenly making yourself comfortable in between his legs.
“Yeah…sorta,” you respond back with a mumble, getting ready for Caleb to start nagging at you about eating well while he’s gone. Instead, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as he leans down to bury his face in your hair.
“You haven’t washed your hair yet, either,” Caleb groans, rubbing his face in your matted hair despite how oily it is.
“Sorry, Caleb…”
“Don’t apologize. We’ll sort it out later.” Caleb lets out another deep yawn before patting your thigh. “Order something. Caleb is too tired to cook right now…”
“Okay.” You’re almost about to jump off of his lap to find your phone when you pause, deciding to glance up and see his eyes battling to stay open as he looks at you. Your hand finds itself reaching out and grazing against the prickly hair starting to grow on his jaw.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I gotta shave again…”
You slightly pout at him. You secretly enjoy whenever his facial hair starts to grow again, but your brother is infuriatingly stubborn about shaving.
“Actually…I don’t want to order anything right now,” you mumble, poking at the black fabric of his uniform. “I want to sleep with you.”
Caleb looks at you with one brow raised, slight concern in his expression. “You can sleep with me after you eat, yknow—”
You defiantly shake your head at him. “No. I want to sleep with you now, Caleb.”
Caleb tilts his head to the side, confused at your stubbornness to sleep with him, but he doesn’t question you further as you’re suddenly picked up again and carried towards his room down the empty, dark hallway.
“I missed seeing your face whenever I’d wake up in the morning,” Caleb confesses, watching you with a bittersweet grin on his face as tears suddenly slip past both of your eyelids and down your cheeks. You cling onto him tighter, trembling hands clenching onto his coat. Your words fail to leave your lips in response to his confession.
Caleb grips onto the doorknob, twisting it as the door to his bedroom opens with a loud creak.
“Let’s get some sleep now, pipsqueak.”
a/n: this was 100% written by me with no help besides the research I did to write this. I'm sorry if it's boring and/or hard to read...I wanted to write something short about a "natural" interaction between reader and caleb that isn't overly smutty, tooth-rotting fluff, or angsty.
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Thinking of ravenous Caleb. Thinking of insatiable Caleb. Thinking of so-pent-up-he’s-about-to-Pompeii-that-pussy Caleb. And thinking of this Caleb who becomes a dad and now has little ones, running around, cock blocking him on the daily. Thinking about how hot it would be for him trying to find any two seconds that he can to put his hands (and dick) all over you.
You’re not used to him waking up early. He used to sleep in -or pretend he was sleeping in- for hours just so he could hold you in his arms, bury his head against the crook of your neck, bask in your warmth, your scent. Now you wake up, bright and early, to him humping your leg, murmuring, “Just one quick round before the gremlins wake up, please baby, one round.”
You usually keep the door to the laundry room open so you can hear what the kids are up to while you go about your housework, but suddenly Caleb is clicking the door shut. The kids are banging on the door for him to let them in, they wanna see mommy. “Mommy’s busy doing laundry, daddy’s helping.” Why does it sound so noisy, they ask? Oh it’s just the washing machine clanking around. It’s nothing to do with Caleb’s cock burrowing right through your panties and into your cunt -he knows he hasn’t got the time to properly remove them- as he fucks you up against the dryer.
Your kids tend to knock out for their nap around the same time everyday. Caleb knows this. But he also knows that how long they’ll stay asleep is anyone’s guess. He’s barely got the bedroom door closed and he can hear the troublemakers waking up already. You’re sighing that it was a good try, but he’s determined not to let his efforts go to waste. He’s bending you over the bed, fingers digging themselves into your skin, hips pistoning back and forth, trying to bully his way into a quick orgasm. The kids are whining outside, rattling the doorknob. He’s growling out between grunts, “Not now, kiddos, it’s daddy’s turn to play with mommy; wait your turn.”
He’s losing sleep, he’s losing sanity, he’s losing everything except his cum inside you and his two overworked brain cells are desperately trying to think of any other creative way he can get his hands on you. Could he fuck you at the dinner table? Tell the kids mommy wanted to sit in his lap just like they do all the time? Should he dump the kids on Gideon’s doorstep with no warning? Fuck you on the car ride to your long overdue date?
Even on days when the kids have completely wrung the energy out of him, running him ragged to the ends of the earth and back, and he’s knocked out before his head even hits the pillow, his cock somehow always finds its way to you, grinding against you even in his sleep, desperate for some measly sense of release. “My… pretty girl… such a good little wife… please baby…. Won’t you let me-“ He whimpers in his sleep and now you’re the one trying to rub out a quickie.
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It's 7:30am and you're wearing your Sunday best. Plain black heels, a light cardigan and a white sundress that's a tad too transparent. Your hair is down and you have your favorite earrings on. Your white rosary is around your neck. The outline of your bright red thong can be seen when the sun hits. No bra, of course.
You're heading to early Sunday confessions with your favorite priest, father Caleb.
Father Caleb... he's so understanding and is always eager to help, like a puppy. He's the youngest priest at your church, and the newest, as he was recently assigned to your diocese. He started taking the early morning mass every Sunday to assimilate himself to this new place, and you make sure you attend every mass.
You've always tried to be a godly woman. You truly did! Go to church every Sunday, help the needy, and feed the hungry. But something about Father Caleb's sweet voice, puppy eyes and long fingers made your thighs squeeze together and your heart start to race. It's true, you've been trying to get in his pants since the day he was introduced as the new, young, hot priest. And you're sure today's the day.
You want to tell him everything. How his voice makes you wet, how the way his eyes crinkle as you try to tell him a shitty joke after mass makes your brain melt or how you fuck yourself with your short fingers, imagining it was him wrecking your cunt and whispering your name like a prayer in your ear.
You start your car and arrive to the church within 10 minutes. The parking lot is empty, no one cares enough to go to confession this early. As you turn off the ignition, you glance at your review mirror and reapply your lip tint.
As you pass through the doorway of the church, the sound of your heeled footsteps bounce around the tall building. One of the nuns greets you solemnly as you faintly smile at her, passing her on the way to the confession room.
The door is slightly ajar and there's nobody waiting in line. It's time to go in. You take out your little prayer you had written on a sheet of paper (you're not good at remembering the holy word) and you open the door and step inside.
His smell hits you first. Well, he's behind a privacy screen so that's all you can identify. Sea salt and sage. Soothing. It would've put you as ease immediately if it weren't for the fact that you are trying to fuck the priest. Nevertheless, your heart slows down, a little.
You kneel, settling on the little pew in front of the privacy screen. You hear shuffling and hear a book close softly. He clears his throat.
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen."
"Amen," you answer.
"May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in his mercy.” Caleb says, his eyes closed but his lips twitch into a small smile. He recognizes that sweet voice, the voice that belongs to a sweet girl who never misses mass, is always early to confession... and always wears her dresses too low on her chest.
It's a routine you're both accustomed too. The prayer spills out without thinking, without looking at your little note.
" Bless me Father for I have sinned, it has been a week since my last confession, and I can't handle it any longer," you start. He hums in acknowledgment, telling you to continue.
"I... have sinned. Again. And, it's your fault."
Caleb perks up.
"Continue, my child."
"At night, I touch myself and... I'm so ashamed..." You mutter, turning red and feeling your cunt get wet at the thought of father Caleb's face. You wonder if he's disgusted or just how many people tell him that they touch themselves at the thought of him. Probably not many.
"Why do you continue to act upon these feelings of lust?" Caleb says, now trying to squint through the screen. Is it really you, that sweet innocent girl behind the screen? He knows he shouldn’t feel it, but he feels his cock start to get hard at the thought of you spread open at night, rubbing your slit and writhing in your sheets. Lord, forgive him.
"Because...I want... you.'" you start. You don't know if it's the room getting warm or if it's just you blushing up a storm. But you shift uncomfortably on the pew, trying to evenly distribute the weight. The rosary lays on your chest, becoming heavier as seconds pass.
You hear Caleb lean back in his chair, taking a deep breath. He holds it for 4 seconds (yes, you counted). He exhales. You don't see it, but his eyes shimmer and his mouth trapped in a crooked grin.
"Very well. Your penance is 10 Hail Marys and 3 Our Fathers. Understood?" He says.
"Yes, father."
Your shame is too much. Your mouth betrays you as you start chanting your final prayer.
"My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin-".
You're almost done but Caleb cuts you off.
"No, 10 Hail Marys isn't enough to atone for your sin. Don't you agree?"
Your hands are clammy as you clutch your beaded rosary. Heat rises to your cheeks. You stutter.
"N-no of course not!"
"You deserve more punishment."
"Y-yes! I'll do anything to show my Lord how much I regret committing this disgusting si-"
Caleb shifts in his chair. He knew what you wanted since the day your eyes met. He saw those big doe eyes staring straight into his soul. That sly smile, and that cute grin that formed across your face after you try to tell him a joke. This is punishment enough. Caleb never claimed to be a good priest. He had long decided to have you, without you knowing.
Caleb lifts the privacy screen and sets it aside. He's met with watery eyes, ruddy cheeks and a trembling bottom lip. How beautiful. How ruined. He reaches over the pew, caressing your warm cheeks and rubbing your soft lips with his thumb.
"Shhh, don't cry, my dear child. I'll make sure our Lord forgives you for sure." He smiles.
Your face is heating up. You don't dare meet his eyes. Not only are you overwhelmed, you are so incredibly wet that you can feel it on your underwear. Damp. You feel his rough calloused fingers gently brush your cheek, and you can't help but lean into his warmth.
"Come here and see how much God loves even his most sinful creatures."
You finally look up and nearly collapse on the spot. Father Caleb is looking down at you, with a friendly smile but suspiciously frigid eyes. He tugs on your arm and you start crawling towards him. Somehow the Lord always listens to your prayers, even if they're perverted.
You finally reach his lap and you rest your head on his knee, tilting your face up and staring. Still kneeling. Still worshipping.
Caleb looks down. How beautiful. How he wishes to fuck you right there and then, but the walls aren't 100% soundproof. He'll take everyrhing he needs from you eventually though.
His cock is already hard and he's been leaking just thinking about your cute tits massaging his dick. He's imagined this exact scenario many times before he goes to bed, his palms fisting his flushed cock and teasing his sensitive nipple. His ears feel hot, but he still has to show you the greatest mercy in the name of the Lord.
His robe is long and black, with buttons from the top to the bottom. He holds your gaze as his fingers trail down the line of buttons, parting the robe just enough for you to see the outline of his thick cock in his grey boxers. You make note of the small wet spot near the tip.
He doesn't waste anymore time. Caleb knows your time is short. He winks at you as he pushes you back slightly and looks down at your dress. He sees the sweet of your tits threatening to spill over the thin fabric of your dress, so he allows it. He allows himself to pull down your dress and let your tits fall out.
He resist the urge to suck in his breath. The air is cold, so you shiver slightly and your nipples start getting painfully hard. Your cheeks are ruddy and you can feel your tight cunt getting wetter by the second.
"Let me help you absolve you of your sins."
Caleb reaches down and takes your tit in his hand. Soft, heavy and... so soft. Your cute nipples are hard, and you look bashfully embarrassed as he fondles them. He sighs heavily. It's been awhile since he's had a nice pair of tits in his hands.
His cock is straining in his boxers, so you decide to free it. You pull down his underwear and his cock fumbles out.
Oh god. It's big.
Your eyes twitches. Father Caleb is truly blessed. His fat cock is warm in your palm. His tip is shiny with pre cum and surprisingly, you notice that he's cleanly shaved. You hear Caleb suck in a breath through his teeth as he feels your small hands wrap around his length.
"God accepts prayers from your mouth too."
Caleb smiles down at you and pats your head as he leans back. His hand is at the back of your head and you feel him push. Your face is getting closer to his cock. You accept.
Your mouth surrounds him completely. You gag and your eyes water as he pushes you forward until you take his entire length immediately.
"That's it. Take it just like that, sweetheart- fuck," he groans out half assed words of encouragement, guiding your head up and down on his fat cock.
Tears start to fall down your ruddy cheeks. It feels so good. Caleb using you feels so good, nothing in the world could compare.
"Fuck- look at you. Such a messy girl. S-such a good girl," Caleb says, hissing as you swirl your tongue around his tip. His eyes squint and suddenly, he's pushing your head so far down his cock your lips meet the base of his length. You gag and tears continue to run down your face as you look up at him, begging to breathe.
He holds you there for a few seconds, as if imprinting the shape of his cock into your throat. Like he's making sure you never forget the feeling of his dick so deep down your throat.
He's bobbing your head up and down his length, savoring the disgusting gagging sounds you make and the snot mixing with your saliva. You've never looked so beautiful.
"Come here, sweet girl."
Caleb pulls you off his dick, your mouth slips off with a pop. He pulls you up as you're wheezing, trying to catch your breath after he abused your throat. Your throat is raw and you rasp out his name between a gasp and a plea. A plea for more.
"C-Caleb, plea-" you flinch as he raises his hand as if to strike you across your face.
"It's Father to you."
With that, he wraps his big hand around your throat and pulls you in for a rough kiss. It was unyielding and perverse. His tongue explores your mouth as you try to catch your breath. His other hand roams your body, caressing your soft curves and squeezing your cute butt.
"It's time to absolve you, my child. Stand," Caleb breaks away from the commanding kiss, and orders you to stand. You don't dare disobey.
Your knees wobble as you attempt to stand tall. Caleb stands too, stroking his wet cock as well. He's so tall and his shoulders are so wide, he towers over you. You feel small and start to cower under his intense gaze. He smiles warmly down at you, and slowly starts to lift up your dress.
It doesn't take long for him to see your red underwear. His dick throbs in his hand. He can see the clear outline of your cute pussy. There a dark spot on your panties as well. He's grateful that you're already a dirty girl, so you won't mind what he's about to do.
"Hold up your dress for me, darling."
You take the hem of your dress from his with trembling hands. You watch as he pumps his cock, one, two, three times. His eyes roll back and he tilts his head at the ceiling. He's close.
Caleb's hand is stroking his cock as he gently takes your underwear and stretches it forward until he sees your cute mound. He bites his lip as he sees your neatly trimmed hair surrounds your little clit. He feels his high coming. He looks down at you, holding your dress up for him, gazing back into his eyes with your big doe eyes, and he feels his high arrive.
He moans softly as he cums inside your panties. You gasp as you feel his hot cum paint your pussy and your thong. He milks his cock a few more times until he's sure his whole load is on your panties and he snaps it back into place. You jump at the sudden feeling. Your knees are weak and your hole quite literally hurts with arousal. You need him inside of you. Now.
But Caleb has other ideas.
"Kneel."
You obey.
“God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
"Amen," you reply, still holding up your dress. Still looking into those deep violet eyes. Caleb smiles at you gently. He taps your cheek and signals for you to fix your dress.
"Go in peace and may the Lord be with you, my child," he says, offering you his hand so you could stand. You rise, knees still weak and the feeling of his wet sticky cum rolling down your thigh. You nod your head and start to turn around to leave. You're in a daze, and you scramble for your purse. You're reaching down to grab it as you feel Caleb press himself against your ass. You can feel his thick cock resting between your cheeks and you flush again.
"Make sure to make an appointment with me for special counseling if your issue reoccurs after this," he whispers in your ear, snaking an arm around your waist and sneaking in a squeeze of your right tit. You gasp at the sudden touch and hum in agreement. You don't want to leave but you feel him move back and feel his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards the door.
"May God be with you."
"And with your spirit," you reply.
You saunter out of the confession room like a newborn giraffe taking its first steps. You can't even look at the nun in the face as you pass by her, your cheeks burning. She mumbles a goodbye as you head out the door.
The breeze tousles your hair and the sun hits your face. You welcome it. You can still feel Caleb's cum, now drying on your thigh. You smile and head towards your car.
Still within the church, Caleb watches your figure stumble clumsily into your car. He knows you'll be here again next Sunday, first in line for confession as always. His cock twitches in anticipation.
What a sweet girl.
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