a/n. because that "you shaved your bush" trend is on tiktok and how could i not think of the birthday boy bushleb himself losing his comfort bush

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It's ritual for Caleb to come home after a long day and just smother himself against you.

"Missed you, pips," he sighs against your neck, and you giggle as he flops down bed, lying on top of you. Nuzzling your skin for comfort, he slides lower down until his face is level with your thighs. The contact isn't always sexual, just that the feel of your soft skin after a long day is comforting.

"Did you do anything fun today?" He smiles up at you, hands absentmindedly slipping under your sleep shorts. You hum in thought, fingers running through his brown locks.

"I had a few missions I had to deal with. But I ended up finishing early."

"Mhm," Caleb's nose nudges your thigh softly. He caresses the curve of your stomach.

"So Tara and I also went out for dessert afterwards."

"That's fun." A blissful exhale escapes his lips as you comb through his hair just right. His fingers inch further down, inching to sink into the rough curls he knows are situated just-

"And I also-"

"You shaved your bush."

The line is so blunt yet laced with such a betrayed tone that you can't help but laugh.

"What?"

"Your bush. It's...gone."

"Yeah, I did shave it off in the shower earlier. Had to clean out the drain all by myself."

Caleb's eyes get all misty- this time not at the idea of you doing things by yourself, but the image of your poor bush hairs having to be wrenched out of a shower drain like they're not his greatest comfort.

"Why? Did I make you feel like you had to?" He demands, but it comes out in a more mopey, disappointed tone.

"No, of course not. I just got a bit irritated with the feeling. Wanted something smooth for a change."

"Oh, okay. You know, I love your body either way, pips, it's just...just..."

"Just what, Caleb?" Your tone softens. You look down to see him hide his face against your stomach, but it doesn't muffle the sniffle that's wrenched from him.

By the time he had returned from a night out with the guys at the local bar, Caleb’s trousers were tight across the crotch, his zipper digging into his dick. The alcohol flowing through his veins made him feel warm and fuzzy, but most of all, horny.

The thought of you waiting for him, dressed in his t-shirt and a pair of socks with nothing else underneath had him wishing guys' night would come to an end. When one of them even hinted at calling it a night, he jumped at the opportunity, heading over to pay the bill.

By the time he was at the front door of your shared space, his fingers fumbled with the keys. Even his jacket was removed only to hang off the crease of his elbow as his body heated up at the images flashing through his mind. The pathetic man had his pants already unbuttoned.

Turning into the living room, there you were with your back towards him as you watched some cooking show. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you spoke which had his cheek twitching.

“Welcome back. How was guys’ night, honey?”

How dare you not pay attention to him?

It did however allow him to sneak up and lift you.

“Hey! What’re you-”

Fingers were shoved into your mouth to stop your complaining, digits swirling around to gather up your spit. Lifting you off the plush cushion, you found yourself curled over the back of the couch, Caleb’s drenched digits buried deep in your sloppy center. His teeth nibbled on your shoulder blade that had been exposed when he shoved the shirt you wore up to your shoulders, exposing your ass and cunt to the chilled air.

“Oh, shit…” There was a brief moment of pleasure as you were filled, eyes crossing as he immediately aimed for your g-spot before you came to. “What the hell, Caleb!”

“Missed you so much tonight, honey. Thought about you and your cute pussy all night.”

His thumb worked your bundle of nerves, your slick dripping down your spread thighs. It wasn’t long before you found yourself naked being fucked by your boyfriend’s big dick. Over your blood pounding in your ears, the wet slapping sound from his pelvis meeting your sticky ass echoed back to you.

“Love you so much.” Caleb sniffled, fingers flexing as they dug into the fat on your hips. “Such a good girl, taking my sloppy, drunk dick in your cunt.”

The tips of your toes brushed along the wooden floor, struggling to find ground. As Caleb roughly slammed his hips into yours, his balls smacked onto your swollen clit with a nasty plopping sound.

“Bet you were waiting f-for me-fuck, right there, y-yeah-waiting to be sp-split open on my dick. Have the bes-best girl at home, d-don’t I?”

Your brows furrowed as his voice cracked. It wasn’t the usual whiny tone he used before cumming. It resembled the cry he let out while watching a movie where the dog dies at the end.

You tried to pay it no mind, your orgasm building as you stretched around his girth and the mushroom tip kissed your cervix over and over.

“You have n-no idea how happy you make me, p-pips…makes my dick s-so happy too.”

Caleb tried to keep his tears from falling, but his love for you was too much for his drunk body to bear. You never denied him, always accepting him with open arms and legs. He buried his face against your neck, his sniffles and whimpers delivered directly into your ear as his tears ran down your heated skin.

“Love m-my little pipsqueak so m-much…”

“For fuck’s sake, Caleb. Stop crying!”

The delicate way his arms were wrapped around your middle contradicted the nasty snap of his hips that plunged his weeping cock into your stretched hole.

“I just love you so much! You make me feel like the luckiest man, honey.”

Were it not for the way your cunt clenched around him as you came, eyes rolling to the back of your head, you would’ve buried your face in your hands. Partially from disbelief and the other half from embarrassment as Caleb continued to cry.

The night would be spent with your drunk boyfriend filling you with his seed before finally directing him to your shared room where you’d wipe his tears and fall asleep with the giant man-baby clinging to you until morning.