#softdom!mc

“I might have… run out… of self control.” 

“You earned it… do your worst– and don’t make me wait for it.” She mutters, gripping him tightly.

Caleb has been good for her. He held back, held still, begged as his pants grew tight and he started to ache for release. Let her tease him until he could hardly take it. 

By the time he gets off his shoes and pants, it's revealed how much Caleb’s wanted her. His black underwear is darkened where his obviously hard cock rests, wet and sticky in the front from his precum. The sight of it as he resumes position over her sends chills down MC's spine. 

Usually, when she and Caleb do anything, it's over their clothes. Dry humping, grinding, a hand through each other's pants…. This time, here's her in her skirt and bra and him in just his underwear. This is somehow uncharted territory for the two of them, despite how easy it feels. 

Caleb shakes above her as he kisses and bites her sloppily all over, hands moving everywhere they can, all over her body, as if he wants to mold her into an idol with his needy, calloused palms. She sings with little sighs and moans at every kiss, every touch, every lick and bite. She's trying to quiet herself down, but holding back only makes her noises more lewd when they escape her.

After several stretched out moments like this, suddenly, he pauses, his forehead pressed to hers, trembling.

“W-Why'dyous-stop?” The words are nearly whiny slurred nonsense out of MC's mouth, her voice breathy from anticipation and arousal. 

“I want… to try something, do you trust me?” He doesn't even look her in the eyes when he asks– they stay closed with yearning, his forehead on hers, breath hot in her face, her breath shuddering onto his.

“Yes,  Caleb,” she whispers, gently reaching to kiss his lips, “What do you want? I can give it to you.” She doesn't mean to sound so eager, but she is. 

He doesn't reply right away, he just stays suspended there before letting out a slow breath from his slightly parted lips.

He kisses down her neck and to her chest, catching her hard right nipple between his lips. She gasps, instinctively reaching to grasp and tangle her hands in his hair. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks, pausing his gentle suckling, his breath hot against her breast, hands on her waist. “Yes, so good…” She shudders in response,  impatiently giving his hair a tug, wordless asking for the sensation to return. He moves to the other, thinking that it's only fair that they both receive equal attention. He drinks in her sounds grinding his hips against her like he's in heat. 

With careful precision he kisses down her tummy until his mouth is soft at the hem of her skirt. He pulls it down to below her knees revealing her pretty blue panties, soaked. He lets out a small sound at the sight of it, the wet panties clinging to her pussy lips, the wetness soaking all the way through, her legs shaking, her eyes wide, chest heaving up and then down in an uneven rhythm.  

“Can I pleasure you, MC? I-I want to taste you.” He says it like he’s confessing to a sin only she could absolve,  his head down, forehead pressed to her knees so she can't see how red his face is from blushing. “I want to touch you, if you'd let me.”

MC is breathing heavily, her legs are up and they still shake despite how much she tries to make them stop. The dominant girl from earlier is gone, putty in his hands, shrunken by his gentle words. Caleb is not the only one who can beg. “Please, Caleb, do whatever you want to me,  I want it…” 

She sinks into the couch cushions, knees falling open. He groans, the sound lazy and guttural,  sliding his hands down either side of her legs before spreading them apart for better access. He presses three fingers to her soaked panties. The action is as careful and slow as it is deliberate. Her hips jolt at the contact. He exhales quickly with sharp, turned on surprise when he feels just how wet she really is.

She wants him. That much Caleb can feel.

“Fuck, you're so wet… you get this wet just from teasing me, pipsqueak?”

She did. How could she not? And then, when his hands and lips covered almost every inch of her, tasted her breasts… her panties were soaked through. 

“Does it turn you on knowing how hard I am?” His voice sounds like it's on the verge of tears or prayer, needy and wanton. “God, you’re so wet.” His voice cracks like he can barely handle it.

 “I… I can’t stop thinking about being inside you. Warm, soaked, squeezing me tight… fuck, I don’t know if I’d last.”

She nods with a small sound, the ability to form words leaving her. In all honesty, she wasn't expecting him like this, she wonders… 

‘Is this more than I bargained for?’

He kisses her tummy and inner thighs as he speaks, her shaking never lessening. Then with the waistband of her panties in between his teeth, he's pulling them down,  still careful not to tear them. They fall to the ankles of her lifted legs, then entirely, as he settles lower, between her thighs. 

Her legs drape over his shoulders instinctively, caging him in, and he's huffing like he's out of breath, his cock twitching at the sound of her whimpers. When his mouth sits in front of her bared pussy, her bush glistening with arousal,  he pauses, looking at her through his eye lashes. 

“May I?”

She moans,  low and needy. 

“Yes, Caleb… please…” Her voice is so whiny and hungry she doesn't recognize herself. She's already dripping, his hot breathed question making her clench.

“Tell me what to do if I'm doing this wrong,  okay?” Caleb has never eaten anyone out before, every first experience he could have he's preserved for her. 

‘If I can make her fall apart with just my mouth, maybe she’ll never leave...’

His thumbs spread her lips open, tenderly parting the soft hair to either side, before he licks her opening slowly and with a bit of pressure. She gasps at the feeling, and grips his hair harder than before. 

He moves with an almost studious amount of focus, staring up at MC's face, taking mental note of every sound, every contortion of her face,  every buck of her hips, every yank of his hair. Caleb's so hard it hurts, leaking against his underwear and the couch cushion with every one of her moans. He can’t believe how much he’s leaking—just from the taste of her, the sound of her.

‘How is this so good?’ 

Despite neither of them having done anything like this before, Caleb finds it feels natural to him. It’s not too different from the few times she's let him penetrate her with his fingers. All the spots are similar, she reacts the same, if not with more response. He’s kneeling between her legs, hunched down, hips grinding mindlessly into a nearby cushion, his own need half-forgotten in his devotion to her pleasure. He’s losing himself between her thighs, rutting into the pillow like it’s the only way to stay sane.

MC feels wild with the sensations. This is more pleasure than she's ever felt before. Her eyes are practically screwed shut, her head thrown to the side as all sorts of lewd sounds leave her – sounds she didn't even know she could make. The couch creaks beneath them, soft lamplight pooling across her bare thighs. 

He groans, the sound rumbling into her and she didn’t know he could sound like that. Didn’t know she could need this so badly.

She can't believe this is Caleb… All those nights reading smut and imaging him, red in the face, fingers desperate, pillows beneath her. She couldn't dare open her eyes looking at him, overstimulated, so so close to release with only one thing missing. A loud strangled gasp, bordering a cry,  escapes her throat, hips jerking up as she's nearly overstimulated by being held on the edge. 

Suddenly, she feels her hips pushed down not by his hands, but his evol, as Caleb's tongue and mouth search deeper for her pleasure. He's devouring her and holding her in place. She feels the gravity keeping her in place, and it drives her even closer. She can’t move, not because she didn’t want to, but because the air had thickened around her hips like invisible hands, pressing her into the cushions. 

‘Does he even realize he's doing it?’

He blinks, just once, and realizes the air is shimmering faintly around her hips, pinning her down. His evol acting on instinct. His lips don’t stop.

“Caleb…” She calls for him gently, not quite climactic but so very close. She just needs one more thing…

He comes up for air as MC moans and calls his name, his hot breath over her sloppy entrance, thumbs still spreading her open. She's so beautiful to him in this moment. Her bra is crooked, her hair is spilling around her head, the side of her face is red and covered in sweat. At some point she must have let go of his hair without him noticing, because her arms are up next to head, balled into fists, knuckles pale.

“Do you need me to stop, pretty girl?”

“No!” MC practically gasps out,  her head pivoting, eyes flying open. They make eye contact and neither of them have ever seen the other look at them quite like this. No fantasy had ever come close to how it felt to see him between her thighs. He couldn't have imagined how beautiful she'd look like this, the taste of her in his mouth.

They turn their heads away at the same time, blushing.

Her voice comes out raspy and clumsy, breathless. “Caleb… I-I'm close… if you use your fingers too… I could…”

She doesn't need to say another word.

“Look at me” Caleb asks, turning his head slightly, enough to meet her desperate eyes again. 

“Show me where,” he murmurs, and when she guides his hand, he follows without hesitation, fingers curling, tongue pressing with newfound rhythm. It’s clumsy in the way only something like this can be, both their hands shaking as she leads him with own warm fingers. When her hips jolt, her fists loosen, when she lets out a sound that’s closer to a sob than a moan–  that's how he knows he’s found it.

“Good girl," he breathes out the words before returning to his dedicated ministrations, hips grinding into the couch pillow beneath him like a dog in heat. 

She wants to say his name again, tell him he’s doing perfect, but all that comes out is a symphony of moans that sounds more like surrender. She clenches tight around his coaxing fingers, eyes flashing open to see his puppy-eyed gaze on her face. 

‘Oh god, I'm going to cum into his mouth…’ 

Her wild wide-eyed look shows how close she is. 

‘Fuck… she's so close…’

Caleb's mouth never stops, he's winding into the pillow as his tongue and fingers guide her through her orgasm. His fingers never stop curling deep inside her, stroking where she showed him, as her legs lock around his head.  Her toes are clenching. She sputters out curses blended with sweet sounds of pleasure and his name.  

The intensity of it drives Caleb to his own edge. MC doesn't even need to touch him for him to finish. He doesn't even mean to, doesn't realize he was so close. But her sounds, the heat of her legs around his head, it undoes him. His hips buck helplessly into the cushion, soaking the fabric.

All that's needed for him is her pleasure. He moans into her, shooting his seed into his underwear, the fingers of his free hand gripping her thigh so tight they might bruise. He gasps into her as he cums without permission from his own body, too lost in her to care. 

But somewhere in the back of his mind, shame flickers: ‘Did she notice? Will she care?’

They make eye contact as his climax piggybacks off of hers, her expression unreadable, his full of desperation and pleasure. 

The air is still heavy with her scent, with sweat, with everything unspoken. Neither of them moves for a moment. MC lies there, breathing heavily, as a breathless Caleb slowly removes his fingers from her, warm, shaking  and slick with her undoing. 

He comes up and props himself over her,  where they began. He's shy, blushing with heart and embarrassment as they look at each other. 

Her trembling hand rests a palm to the side of his face. He grabs her hand, nuzzling into her touch, before leaning down and kissing her softly. She tastes herself on him, deepening the kiss, holding his face in her hands. His shame melts away with the gentle way she holds him, and when they pull apart, she's the first to speak. 

“I didn't know you could make me feel like that, thank you.”

“I… didn’t mean to…” he admits quietly, unsure if it even matters now.

She just smiles, brushing damp hair from his forehead. “You deserved it, you did so well.”

He exhales relief. 

“Do you forgive me,  now?” He says smiling, half joking, half wondering. 

“Technically I forgave you as soon as you asked if I was upset.”

“Oh, I see. So all that was for nothing?” He smirks jokingly, cocking his head to the side, leaning back down and kissing her flushed face.

“Never nothing.”