#lowkey embarrassing

You roll your eyes and walk past him. "Yeah, okay."

You lead him to your apartment and he's making light conversation with him on the way, but you're only half-listening. Having Caleb here, in your space, is a little unnerving.

It's not that you don't want him here, he's just..—

He's just Caleb.

The guy that makes your heart beat so fast you think he might hear it if he tries hard enough. The guy that's so overwhelming you think you might drown in him if you let yourself.

You let him in and drop his stuff on the floor next to your couch where he'll sleep for the next few days.

You offered your room before he got here, but he was very adamant about taking the couch.

"I know it's not super big.. but I hope you can make yourself comfy."

Caleb tilts his head at you and squints. "I've been here already. Besides," he sinks down into the sofa, "I'm always comfy as long as you're here."

Your heart stutters. "Thank you.."

For a minute, neither of you guys speak. Just stare at each other like you're both dying to say something else, but won't.

Then you take a small breath. "Do you want something to drink?" He hasn't answered, but you're already making your way to the kitchen.

Caleb chuckles. "Sure. You're a little on edge, huh?"

You huff. "No, I'm not."

"Alrighttt."

He glances around, taking everything in like it's his first time here. It's cleaner. Cozier. Did you fix your apartment up just for him?

His eyes linger on your room.

The door is half-way open. He can't help but wonder if anything in there has changed. If anyone else has been in there.

You’re halfway to the kitchen when you gasp. “Wait—do you want the snacks I bought? I left them in my car—oh my God.”

Caleb tears his away from your door to look at you. You're all wide-eyed and smiley, like you're so proud of buying him those snacks.

So, of course, he nods, even if he doesn't want to inconvenience you. “Yeah. Of course. Want me to come with you?" He's about to stand when you shake your head.

"No! I’ll be back in like, two seconds—don’t move!” You’re already grabbing your keys and slipping on shoes, muttering under your breath about how you knew you were forgetting something.

And then the door clicks shut behind you.

Caleb smiles to himself. Cute.

The room is quiet again. His gaze drifts back toward your room. He hesitates. He shouldn't.

But... you said to make himself comfy, right?

Caleb stands up, slowly making his way over. He takes a small step in, and instantly it hits him. You.

Your whole apartment smells like you; he caught that unmistakable sweetness when he first came in, but it's stronger in your room. It's different. Softer. More lived-in.

He curiously glances around.

Your bed is made, plushies organized in a neat little row across your pillows, extra blankets folded at the edge of your bed.

Nothing is out of place.

It makes him think you wanted him to come in.

His eyes drift across the room, then they land on your bookshelf. It's lined with cute, colorful titles. But something catches his eyes and he stops.

Some look a little… suggestive.

He laughs to himself.

You wouldn't, would you? Surely, he would know if you sat in your room late at night, reading porn in print.

Caleb hesitates before stepping toward your shelf. He grabs the first book he sees and flips through the pages.

So far, so good.

Until—

Quietly, he reads the line that made him stop, "I would go to hell and back if it meant I got to..." his eyes widen as he continues, "fuck you raw again—Jesus."

Maybe it was a fluke.

Caleb gently puts it back. He knows how much your books mean to you—how you hate them to dent or fold, so he's careful.

He grabs another and flips through that one as well. And surely enough, he finds another page full of filthy lines. "A gun in your—"

Caleb has to pause.

No way.

No way this is what's sitting on your shelves looking all cute and innocent when they're anything but.

"A gun in your pussy certainly is traumatizing... but only because—Okayyy." Caleb quickly shuts the book, his head swimming.

You've pictured this stuff before. The thought hits him like a truck.

He knows he should stop now, but he can't help but grab another one. He doesn't read this one out loud. But he pictures it. Pictures you imagining this scene.

He takes a second to skim the pages, his eyes widening with each line. "The fuck?" he breathes. "He isn't even fucking her here. He's just..."

This is the stuff you like? Do you want someone to fuck your thighs like this?

When you told Caleb you read a lot, he assumed it was something like cool fantasy, maybe something with dragons or elves.

Not smut books that were a mess of highlighted lines—all of which he assumed were your favorite parts.

"Caleb?"

Caleb turns, book still open in his hand. He should close it, save you the mortification of knowing that he's read what you've pictured before. But the thought of seeing your cute face when you realize urges him to stay there, smiling.

"Hey, Pips."

You slowly walk into your room.

You're about to ask what he's doing, then you see what he's holding.

Your eyes dart to your bookshelf, like you need any more convincing that Caleb is actually reading your smut book. And there it is, the little gap between your books.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit!

You drop the snacks you brought back and lunge at him. "What the hell are you doing?!" you hiss, desperately trying to snatch the book back, but all you're doing is hugging his chest with one hand, while you try and fail to reach your book with the other hand.

Caleb laughs. "Hey, hey! I'm not judging. I'm just surprised."

“I swear to God, give it back—please!”

"He grunts. I gasp. The first glide of his cock between my thighs is choppy, too rough. Unlubricated."

Heat rushes to your cheeks when you hear him actually reading the filth in your book.

"Caleb!" you shriek.

But he doesn't stop. No, he keeps reading, a wild grin spreading across his face as he does. "But then his thrusts slide up, where he made me plenty wet just minutes ago. 'Jesus, you feel—'"

"Stop! Oh my god! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, c'mon. This is your favorite part. You highlighted it twice and put little hearts around it."

He clears his throat, and you feel everything in you curl up and die of embarrassment as he starts again, "He is fucking me. Not the way I want him to, maybe, but his head bumps on my clit on every push."

You know it's no use trying to grab your book, so you just slap his chest instead while you beg him to stop.

"I can feel the hot length of him against my folds, and it's good enough for me to beg for it."

Before he can read any more, you manage to snatch the book back. But Caleb's already seen all the things you read about. The things you think about.

You can't look at him. You immediately turn away, face burning and chest tight as you rush to your bed, shove your book in you drawer, and hide under the blankets like that might undo the last 2 minutes.

Most of your plushies bounce to the floor, but you can't bother to pick them up right now.

"You're never allowed in here again," you mutter.

Caleb softens, quietly padding over to your bed to sit down beside you. "Hey—I'm sorry. That was mean."

"Yeah," you bite out. "You're an asshole."

There's an awkward silence that makes you wish you hadn't invited Caleb over in the first place. Then, quietly, he asks, "Is... that what you're into?"

You feel your face burning hotter and you pull your sheets higher over your face. "No!" you quickly shout, even if you're not entirely sure. In theory, it all sounds nice. But actually doing it?

"It's just something I read," you defend. "It doesn't mean I would actually.."

There's another silence. You still want to die—maybe you will. But then Caleb speaks again.

"We could try it, you know? If you want."

Your stomach drops.

Was he being serious? The tips of your ears are red now and you'd cover those too if you weren't already suffocating under your blankets.

"What..?" You glance over your shoulder. Just slightly—just enough to see him. The blush on his cheeks makes you feel slightly better. It means you're not the only one who's affected.

"We could do... that if you wanted to."

You sit up, your lips parted in disbelief. "Are you—Caleb, you can't just say things like that."

Your frustration comes bubbling back up. If this was another one of his jokes, it was mean. Meaner than him reading your smut out loud.

"I'm being serious," he says.

You hesitate.

This can't be real.

You stare at him, trying to gauge whether he's messing with you or not. His eyes are dark, his hand curling into your sheets like he's trying not to reach out and touch you.

"I'd do anything you want, Pips."

Heat curls low in your stomach.

"You'd do the whole.." you clear your throat, still embarrassed, "thigh thing?"

"If it's what you wanted." Caleb's breath hitches slightly, as he leans forward. "Is it?"

You give him a weak, embarrassed nod. And that's all it takes. He crashes his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He doesn't go slow, or try to ease into it—it's all need.

You sigh, blindly nudging your blankets off and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands were everywhere—your waist, your hips, your thighs, your boobs. It's like he needs every inch of your body burned into his palms.

Slowly, his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties.

You gasp, your hips jumping underneath him. "Wait—"

Caleb pauses. "What? Do you not want this any—"

"No!" You instinctively wrap your arms tighter around his neck. “No, that's not..— It's just.. You don't.. need to do that."

Caleb furrows his brows, and softly, you whisper, "I'm already..."

Caleb lets out a shuddering breath before leaning in to kiss you again, making easy work of your clothes. "From what? From me teasing you? Or telling you I'd do it?"

You let out a breathless whine when you felt the cool air hit your skin. "Both."

Caleb groans, gently easing back on his heels to look at you. "Fuck. You're so pretty." He runs his hands up your side, drinking in every little shudder and twitch. "I don't tell you that enough."

Your face flushes. You feel like you should thank him or compliment him back, but he's already flipping you onto your stomach.

You suddenly feel a little self-conscious. "I'm sorry if I'm not—"

"Mm-mn." He cuts you off, cupping your ass and giving it a light squeeze. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Like he has to prove it, he leans down and kisses the small of your back. It's sweet. Reverent. Then he dips lower, lips trailing over the swell of your ass.

The feeling makes you squirm, but you don't pull away.

"Understand?"

But you don't answer; your head is spinning.

He nips at the plush skin of your ass when he doesn't hear anything. "Tell me you understand. I need you to, Pips. Because if you ever think you are anything less than perfect—"

"I understand," you breathe.

Caleb rolls his tongue over the spot he bit as a small sorry. "Good." Then he pulls back again, and your heart leaps in your throat when you hear the sound of his zipper.

You wiggle nervously, burying your face in your pillow. And when you finally feel him nudge against the cleft of your ass, you nearly whine. He's so big.

You shudder, your hand curling in your sheets. "Caleb.."

"You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

You nod, biting your lip when he finally slides himself between your legs. He's leaking.

He grinds once and nearly moans.

"Oh, shit." Caleb's voice breaks. "I might not last long." He bends down, gripping your hip with one hand while he braces the other near your head. "But I promise I'll make you cum."

You flutter at his promise and instinctively push your hips back, forcing him to drag himself along your heat again. The feeling makes every cell in your body scream for more.

Caleb starts slow, but small little sighs keep spilling past his lips. "Like this?" he asks, his cock rocking against you perfectly. "Hm? Is this how they did it?"

You don't even remember the book anymore, you just nod and grasp the hand that's next to your head.

"Yes," you moan into your pillow. "Yes, just like that!"

His groans fill your ears as he sets a steady pace, fucking into the space between your thighs like it's the best thing he's ever had.

Meanwhile, you're a mess. Dripping down your thighs and coating his cock every time he pushes forward. When you imagined this, you thought it would feel good, but this? This is something else entirely.

"Caleb—oh, God—" your voice stutters as your hip clumsily jerks back against his.

"Hah—! Yeah? This feel nice?" He presses his chest against your back and starts giving you quick, shallow thrusts. You think you might actually cry now from how mind-numbing the friction is.

"Oh, fuck! Please—No, no, no—Too quick!"

You try to stay still, to force your orgasm back down, but your thighs are trembling, squeezing him.

"Fuck. But it feels so good, doesn't it?"

You squirm. "Caleb! I don't want to cum yet!"

You're seconds away from losing it—you feel it, the heat coiling too tight. Too hot. And just when you think you're going to cum, Caleb wrenches himself away with a huff.

You almost let out a little cry, relief flooding your chest.

Caleb breathes shakily as he slides his hand down your waist, watching your skin prickle with goosebumps.

"You're a mess," he says, eyeing the soaked sheets and the small tremble of your hands like it's a piece of art.

"Fuck..." He slowly drags his hand down your back, his touch making you clench. "I really wanted to see you cum."

"'Mm sorry," you whisper.

Caleb shakes his head, even if you don't see it and dips his hand between your legs. "Don't say sorry. It's cute how much you don't want this to be over yet." He slides his fingers through your slicked bundle of nerves and your body twitches.

"Ah! Caleb..!"

Caleb groans in response, firmly pressing his fingers against you. "You're so sensitive." He gently wiggles his fingers, listening to the wet squelch. "If I touch you, even a little more, you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

You nod helplessly.

Caleb pauses, his fingers stilling in your wet heat just for a second. "Fuck."

He should stop. Should let you set the pace, but he can't. You feel too good. He slides his fingers in slow circles.

"I need to make you cum, pips... Let me. Please let me."

When you whine, he lets out a strained sound, like he's seconds away from breaking.

"I promise we can go again if it isn't enough, just let me feel it once."

"Okay," you murmur, your breath shaky against the fabric of your pillow.

Caleb hovers over you again the instant you give him the okay. "Fingers or cock?" he breathes, too eager to even bother with proper sentences.

"Cock," you whimper, cheeks warming at the way you say it without a second thought.

Slowly, Caleb slips between your thighs again. He bites his lip, giving you the eager, snappy thrusts you liked so much.

You're already shaking again, clinging to your sheets as he rubs that perfect little spot over and over. "Fuck—Hah—! Caleb!"

"Do it."

Your orgasm rips a sinful cry from your throat. You didn't expect it to happen so fast or for it to feel so good. And maybe, if you weren't so fucked out, you might feel embarrassed, but all you feel is bliss.

Caleb groans at the same time, thick ropes of cum shooting across your chest and stomach. He'd been holding it a while, but somehow willed himself to wait for you. So when you finally start to cry and gush on him, he can't hold back anymore.

You collapse into the mattress, sweat clinging to your body, your arousal dripping down your thighs and staining the sheets.

Caleb shakes above you, his breath fanning across your neck. His grip on your hips loosen, but he never moves his hand. He can't.

For a while, neither of you says anything.

Just lay there, completely spent.

Twitching with the aftershock of your guy's orgasms until finally, Caleb gently rolls over and pulls you with him.

You instantly melt into it, lazily snuggling into his side.

"I... I totally get why you read all that now." Your cheeks burn, but you don't say anything. Just press yourself closer. Then he continues, "We should... recreate... every scene from your books."

You purse your lips together as you shake your head. "You're not allowed to touch my books. Ever."

Caleb's head snaps toward you, hair mussed and eyes sparkling with contentment. "What?!" he pants. "But something so good just came out of that."

You glance up at him, eyes glossy and lips pulled into a soft smile. “Mmm… I'll think about it."

Caleb scoffs and tosses his head back against the pillows. "Fine… Did I at least do it right?"

You nod weakly. "That was really good."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

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