My eyes are on you.
caleb x fem!MC (3rd pov) || NSFW, +18 MDNI
summary: He saw her talking to another guy. Touching her, smelling her. Caleb didn't like that. (Caleb very roughly rails MC in a library.)
◈ TAGS: (+18) NSFW MDNI. NON!CON/DUBIOUS CONSENT ELEMENTS, please dont read if you are not into that!!! third person pov (fem!reader) , alternate universe - college setting, YANDERE!CALEB, POSSESSIVE!CAELB, jealousy, kinda stalking but not too much, controlling caleb, pinv, dom!caleb, sub!MC, once again, heavy dub!con, oh and semi pubsex, and rough sex
⟐ wc: 3.5k !!
◈ A/N.: caleb is my favorite Li, so i wrote my favorite trope of his. which is possessive yandere;; hope you enjoy ;w;;
ⓘ NON!CON/DUBIOUS CONSENT ELEMENTS ⓘ
The library's basement archives felt completely disconnected from the one above. The air was heavy, thick with the taste of old paper and dust. A single breath would make anyone choke for air. The upper floors featured floor to ceiling bookshelves arranged in a winding dome, creating a labyrinth. The basement however, was windowless and plunged in total darkness. It was an undisturbed repository where no one ever set foot. Access was also a hassle, requiring special permission from the head librarian.
But she needed to get in.
It took her a hell of a lot of convincing to persuade the head librarian to allow her entry whenever she wanted, giving her the freedom to check out whatever she need. She could have easily bypassed the official procedures if she had just asked Caleb. He had a terrifying amount of clearance across the college's secure networks, and no one ever questioned why a student had those kinds of privileges. And she didn't want to either.
But she didn't dare look him in the eye right now. They were not in speaking terms at this moment. All because Caleb caught her standing a fraction too close to another man, and his protective instinct had instantly warped into something violent and enthralling.
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It happened earlier in the week, Caleb watched from the shadows as she laughed with the upperclassman. A possessive knot tightened in his chest. He despised seeing anyone else overstep on what he viewed as his territory. When the upperclassman reached out, touching her hand, laughing as he playfully tugged her hair, and ending the conversation with a warm hug, Caleb’s jealousy flared into pure anger.
Later in that day, Caleb cornered her in a secluded hallway. A heavy shadow fell over her, and before she could even gasp, a hand slammed against the wall right beside her head.
She froze, her breath hitching as she backed up until her spine hit the cold walls. He had followed her from the courtyard. He loomed over her so closely she could feel the erratic heat radiating from his body. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle ticked in his cheek, his deep purple eyes fixed on her face with a terrifying intensity.
"You think I didn't see you?" Caleb's voice was a low whisper that sent a violent shiver down her spine. "I was standing right there. I watched you laugh with him. I watched him touch your hand. I watched him put his filthy fingers in your hair and pull you into a hug."
His terrifying aura automatically made her shrivel up, holding her arms together to serve as whatever protection she could create for herself
"Caleb…" She forced herself to meet his suffocating gaze, she tried to stand her ground, her small frame practically vibrating with fear. Doing her absolute best to hold back her tears in distress, she clenched her arms harder, digging her nails into her skin so enough to leave a mark.
"You don't own me, Caleb," she told him, her voice trembling but firm. "You don't get to dictate who I talk to, or who I choose to let into my life."
Caleb leaned in closer, letting his shadow completely engulf her. He forced her arms apart, grabbing her by the wrist hard enough to leave a bruise.
His violent grip makes her flinch in pain, "It hurts…. Caleb.."
"I don't dictate your life. I protect it." He snarled softly, his voice was thick and dangerously warped with conviction. "But when I see another man putting his filthy hands on you, it makes me want to burn this entire world to the ground just to keep you clean." He was digging his nails into her, his piercing glare finally making her tears fall down.
"I love you, but you cannot dictate my friendships," she choked out, her heart hammering against her ribs. "You cannot control my relationships."
"Go ahead, tell me I'm controlling. Cry, scream at me, hate me if you have to," Caleb whispered, his eyes narrowing into a lethal promise as he cornered her. "But you will never talk to him again. If you won't stay away from him, I'll make sure he stays away from you. Permanently."
"Let me go… please.."
Caleb's eyes falter faintly. As much as he loves to control her, he hates hurting her. His grip on her relaxes and at long last, he releases her. She immediately rubs her throbbing wrists, trying to soothe the pain even just a little bit. Caleb leans down, grabbing her jaw and leaves her a kiss on the jawline as if that will justify his violent behavior. When Caleb walks away, her knees finally gave out. She sunk down to the floor, grabbing her knees together to form a ball. Silently sobbing to herself.
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Now, she stood in the furthest, most secluded aisle, searching for a reference book for her history thesis. Her fingers trembled slightly as she scanned the spines. These books looked so fragile that any harsh touch would crumble them into nothingness. She went by one by one, blowing lightly on the covers of the books, brushing the dust off gently.
'I wish Caleb was here to help me,' She thought it on instinct. Heat rose to her face, embarrassed by the fact that she still relies on Caleb to help her in her day to day life.
By her wrist, a faint red mark that resembles a hand was still visible. She tries to not think about it, but Caleb clouds her mind. She still deeply loves him, despite all the dangerous and threatening commands he makes.
She took this chance to browse through the 'banned' book sections, silently laughing to herself. Relaxed and stress free, she enjoyed her time here, not realizing time was slowly passing.
Suddenly, a tall silhouette blocked the dim light at the end of the aisle.
"Looking for something?"
Caleb's voice was a low dark hum that sent a violent shiver down her spine. He stepped into the aisle, closing the distance between them with an agonizing pace.
She swallowed hard, suddenly forgetting how to breathe.
"C-Caleb. I was just getting a book. How did… how did you know I was here?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped directly into her personal space, trapping her. He slammed his hands onto the shelves on either side of her head, pinning her completely. The sudden movement made her gasp, her hands flying up to push against his chest in an attempt to keep some distance between them.
Up close, his eyes were sinful and dilated. They burned with an obsessive intensity that made her dizzy. Caleb had long since crossed the line from a protective companion to someone entirely possessively controlling. He lived for her compliance, thriving on how easily she submitted to his dominance.
"I always know where you are." Caleb whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. His hot breath made her whimper softly. "You know I don't like it when you're out of my sight…"
"Caleb, please…" She murmured, her voice was weak. His tongue flicked on her earlobe before biting down, nibbling gently.
"Aahn—" She let out a sudden whimper. Her eyelids fluttered shut as his scent wrapped around her senses. "Someone might come down here. We're in public..."
"Let them."
He shifted his weight, pressed his lower body against hers. She let out a breathless whine as she felt the hard, undeniable ridge of his cock pressing firmly through his jeans against her thigh.
"Let them see exactly who you belong to."
His hand left the shelf, his fingers tilting her chin up to force her to meet his gaze. He didn't give her a chance to protest before his mouth met hers in an overwhelming kiss. It was demanding and utterly possessive, a silent claim that left her breathless and reeling under the weight of his intensity. He tasted her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as if he wanted to claim every single part of her.
"C-Cal—" She tried to push him away, but his grip on her tightened.
Her knees went weak as his tongue violently assaulted her mouth. Her fingers gripped his shirt, completely submissive to his touch, letting him dictate the pace entirely. She moaned into the kiss, a sound that only seemed to drive him wilder.
Caleb groaned, his hand sliding down to her throat, then lightly pressing firmly on where her arteries are. Her voice catches and her pupils dilated. Blood rushed to her face making her lightheaded. She dug her fingernails into his arm to get him to latch off her, but it just made him more excited.
Everything blurred as her mind went entirely blank, short-circuiting under the strain. As the room spun, tears spilled over her eyes, trailing wet paths down her flushed cheeks. Yet, beneath the terror, a hot steamy arousal was pooling between her thighs.
His free hand traced the curve of her waist before slipping underneath the hem of her skirt. His palm slid up the bare skin of her inner thigh, his fingers gripping her soft flesh possessively, leaving no doubt about his ownership.
He hummed in pleasure as his fingers brushed against the damp silk of her panties. He found her already wet and wanting. He finally released the grip on her throat. The violent shock of the oxygen making her visions spot, the world lurching and spinning as her knees buckled.
He broke up the kiss, licking up her tears, "Look at you. So wet, just from me touching you. Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"Y-You," she coughed out, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and intense arousal. "Only you, Caleb."
A satisfied smirk spread across his face. He nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck, making her arch into his touch as he slipped two fingers past the damp lace, sinking them deep inside her tight, dripping wetness.
Her head fell back against the hard edge of the bookshelf. A fractured gasp escaped her lips as his fingers stretched her open. Moving deep inside her, with slow deliberate movement. His meticulous movement made her hips twitch involuntarily.
"Ah—Caleb, wait... please," she whimpered, her hands clutching at the fabric of his jacket, her knuckles turning white.
"Wait?" Caleb’s voice was a low rumble in his chest. He didn't slow down. Instead, he hooked her leg higher, draping her knee over his hip to open her up completely to his touch. He drove his fingers in deeper, curling them upward to find the exact spot that made her entire body shudder.
"Why should I wait? You're already dripping for me. Every time you look at me with those frightened eyes, It gets me more aroused you know."
He leaned in, capturing her mouth again to mute her high pitched sob that tore from her throat as he increased the pace. His thumb found the sensitive bud, pressing down and grinding in perfect sync with the thrusts of his fingers.
"Hnn- hahh—"
She was trembling violently, tears of sheer overstimulation and fear prickling in the corner of her eyes. She clamped her teeth down onto her bottom lip, trying desperately to swallow the cries building in her chest.
"C-Caleb... I'm— aanh."
Caleb watched her face break, his eyes gleaming with absolute triumph as she went completely rigid in his arms, her body helplessly riding the wave of her release. He kept moving his fingers through her aftershocks, ensuring every single drop of her pleasure belonged entirely to his command.
She slumped forward, utterly spent. Her head resting against Caleb's chest as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was still trembling from her high, her inner thighs and her pussy still throbbing.
Caleb didn't let her rest for long. He withdrew his wet fingers from her clothes, the faint, sticky sound felt incredibly loud in the quiet aisle. He didn't bother wiping his hand. Instead, he brought his fingers up to her face, smearing her own moisture across her bottom lip.
"Taste yourself. You are delicious." He shoved his fingers into her mouth, letting her tongue clean his fingers up. "Look at how beautiful you are when you're broken like this," he whispered, his voice laced with a dark obsessive adoration.
"Caleb… let's get out. Please. Before someone comes." She sighs out, trying to gather herself.
But Caleb’s hands went to the waistband of his jeans. The sharp metallic sound of his zipper undoing echoed through the rows of books, making her heart leap back into her throat. He freed his length. Thick, fully erect, and pre-cum glistening at the tip in the dim light.
He didn't give her a choice. He gripped her waist with bruising force, lifting her slightly so her back scraped up against the bookshelf, and positioned himself right at her opening.
"Caleb... Please, it's too risky. Someone else might—"
"I told you to shut up." he growled, cutting off her protest.
With one heavy thrust, he drove himself entirely inside her.
Her eyes flew wide open, a choked gasp was trapped in her throat as tight sensitive walls stretched to accommodate his full size. The sheer fullness of him filled her completely, hitting her deep and making her hips shudder against his.
"Haah...?!”
Caleb let out a low, gravel groan, burying his face into her neck. He began to move, his thrusts brutal and possessive, slamming his hips against hers with a relentless rhythm. Every impact rattled the bookshelf behind them, making the old texts vibrate.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he muttered frantically, his hands digging into her hips as he ruthlessly claimed her body. "Mine. You're completely mine. Tell me you won't let anyone else look at you like this.
"Hnnn— O-Only you," she moaned out, her voice cracking as she clung to his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by the friction, the danger, and the absolute dominance he held over her. "Caleb... please... ah!"
He increased the pace, his movements becoming frantic and erratic. He bared his teeth, nipping fiercely at the skin of her shoulder and neck. It left red swollen marks that would undoubtedly bruise, a permanent reminder of who she belonged to.
"Fuck, such a filthy slut. Taking it all in."
The quiet basement is now ringing with her fickle moans and the squelching noise coming from where Caleb's cock is meeting her entrance. The musky odor of the dusty books are now mixing with the tangy scent of her juices and wetness.
She felt herself coming again, the intense thrill and deep friction pushing her back over the edge. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, hiding her face in his neck to muffle her crying gasps as she came for the second time.
Feeling her walls spasm tightly around him, Caleb let out a defeated growl. He gave two final, incredibly deep thrusts, pinning her body hard against the shelf as he came inside her, his hot release filling her completely. He held her there for a long, breathless moment, breathing heavily into her hair, marking her as his in the deep shadows of the library.
click
Her breath hitched once more. The sound of shuffling sneakers and the rustle of a heavy backpack filled the quiet air. Someone else had come down to the archives.
'So do they just give these access out nowadays?' She huffed to herself, annoyed.
The footsteps grew slightly louder, someone walking along the main corridor just two aisles over, completely oblivious to the depravity hidden in the shadows.
Caleb’s gaze locked onto hers, his eyes dilated, burning with a dangerous, erratic light. Instead of stopping, his grip on her waist tightened to a bruising degree. He didn't pull out. He didn't even freeze. He simply leaned closer, pressing his chest against hers, smothering her terrified gasp with his lips.
"Don't you dare make a sound," he commanded against her lips, his gaze locking onto hers with a terrifying, hypnotic intensity. "Look at me. Only at me. If you make a sound, they’ll come over here and see what I’m doing to you."
The footsteps grew closer, methodical and slow, searching the rows.
THUMP. THUMP.
The sounds were so loud she didn't know if it was them, or her own heartbeat.
The footsteps turned into the very next aisle, just a single, thin wall of bookshelves separating them. Through the gaps in the old texts, the faint glow of the neighboring aisle's light filtered through, illuminating the terror on her face.
The stranger was less than five feet away. They could hear the person sigh, shifting their weight as they searched the upper shelves.
Caleb’s lips twisted into a possessive smile. With absolute, chilling deliberation, he began to move again.
He kept the movements slow, agonizingly quiet, but incredibly deep. He tilted his hips, grinding his pelvis directly against hers with a heavy, wet friction that threatened to tear a scream from her throat. She clamped both hands over her own mouth, her eyes welling with tears as she fought a losing battle against her own body. The psychological weight of the stranger just inches away, combined with the ruthless, unrelenting stretching of Caleb inside her, was pushing her entirely over the brink.
Caleb watched her unraveling, his own breathing shallow and strained as the tight, rhythmic clenching of her walls dragged him closer to the edge. He drove into her again, finding the exact angle that made her hips shudder violently.
"Come for me." He commanded in a fiercely quiet breath, his lips brushing her ear. "Do it right now. Let me feel how ruined you are while they're standing right there."
The sheer vulgarness of it, being thoroughly ruined against a bookshelf while a stranger walked yards away, pushed her over the edge. Her internal walls clamped down tightly around his fingers, pulsing in a sudden, violent wave of a climax.
The sheer audacity of his demand, the terrifying risk, and the unbearable deep friction shattered her remaining control. Behind her pressed hands, a muffled, trembling sob escaped as her body went completely taut. Her internal walls clamped down around him in a sudden cascading climax, her thighs shaking uncontrollably against his waist.
Feeling the fierce, crushing pulse of her release, Caleb lost his own restraint. He gave a final silent thrusts, burying himself to the absolute hilt. A ragged groan was strangled in his throat as he came, his hot cum flooding her again. He held her clamped against the shelf, their bodies locked together in absolute trembling stillness. Just one aisle over, the oblivious student finally pulled a book from the shelf and walked away into the quiet distance.
The echoing sound of the student’s departing footsteps eventually faded into complete silence, leaving only the sound of their ragged synchronized breathing fill the narrow aisle.
Caleb remained buried deep inside her, his forehead resting on her head. His chest heaved against hers, his heart hammering a frantic, violent rhythm that mirrored her own. He didn't pull back immediately, instead, he seemed to relish the sticky warmth binding them together in the dark.
Her hands slowly dropped from her mouth, her arms sliding limply over his shoulders as the adrenaline began to recede, leaving her completely exhausted and trembling. Her eyes were still glassy with tears, her breath coming in shallow, shuddering gasps.
"Caleb..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, a faint plea for release.
He finally stirred, letting out a low, satisfied sigh as he slowly withdrew from her. The sudden absence of his heat made her shiver, her thighs sticky and burning as her feet finally touched the cold floor again. Her knees buckled instantly, unable to support her own weight after the intensity of the ordeal.
Before she could fall, Caleb caught her. His large hands gripped her upper arms, hoisting her up effortlessly and pressing her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, anchoring her against him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice hazy with lingering possessiveness. "You can barely even stand."
She leaned back against him, too drained to protest, completely submissive to his hold. She could feel the dampness of his cum ruining her panties, a coarse reminder of exactly what he had just done to her in a public space.
Caleb reached down, his fingers tracing the bruised skin on her thigh where he had gripped her so tightly. He turned her around slowly, forcing her to face him in the dim light of the aisle. He pulled a stray lock of hair away from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle now, though his eyes still burned with that same erratic intensity.
"You're mine." He whispered, his thumb brushing against her swollen, reddened bottom lip. "Every part of you. Don't ever forget that."
She could only nod meekly, her eyes downcast, completely undone by him. Caleb smiled, a quiet expression of absolute victory. He began helping her adjust her clothes, marking the end of their secret transgression but leaving the invisible chains around her tighter than ever.
