#sub! lads

When you arrive at the location, a lot of people are already there. You greet a few as you pass them by, looking around a bit, trying to spot that familiar tuft of brown hair you know so well… and haven’t seen in a while. You had declined his offer to bring you to the event, you wanted to surprise him with your outfit. But hearing that familiar laughter nearby makes your heart pound a bit faster. Following the sound, some old classmates part slightly to let you squeeze through and you come to see the back of his head. 

Next to someone else. 

You’re about to call out to him happily when that ‘someone else’ puts her hand on his arm, giggling. 

You freeze. 

Your heart sinks. 

What the… Your eyebrows furrow slightly, even while you’re trying to school your face into a neutral expression. As Caleb laughs he shifts his stance, subtly letting her hand fall from his arm. While he looks around with a tight smile he finally spots you, and gives a big and genuinely excited smile. He walks towards you immediately. You force a smile, still wrestling with your own emotions inside, and also start walking towards him. But when he opens his arms wide and squeezes you into a bear hug, your worries slowly get pushed back into your subconscious. Melting against him slightly, you wrap your own arms around his waist and squeeze strongly, making him give a small strained groan. 

During the hug, this mystery woman slowly stalks away. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye. You feel your eye twitch slightly so you blink and quickly look away, opting to just ignore it and instead start snuggling into Caleb’s warm broad chest.

You pull back after a few moments and he gently reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his gaze roam your face. He puts on a sad, nostalgic look, “Wow… you’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He suddenly says, with a sad melancholy tone. Rolling your eyes with an amused huff you push him gently. He stumbles back a little and lets his gaze roam over your outfit appreciatively “Hey! Oh wow… look at you… all dolled up. You look amazing!” 

Turning up your nose slightly, you declare proudly, “yeah… a doll you can’t afford”, not resisting the smile forming on your lips when his soft chuckle reaches your ears. You grab his hand and squeeze it gently, “We’re matching~” you point to the coordinated colors of your clothes and Caleb follows your finger, nodding when he sees it. “Oh yeah, you said we would lowkey match.” 

While you two catch up with your high school buddies, he wraps his arm around your shoulders casually . It’s pretty stuffy in this restaurant they chose, especially since a lot of people accepted the invitation. The staff pushed several tables together for everyone. You lean in further against Caleb, happily chatting with your old friends. You’re glad you came, it’s good to see them all again. And so far the night has been pretty good. You continually push that short gut-wrenching moment down by force. 

“Wait, what do you mean?” You sit up, staring at your friend. She nods excitedly. 

“Whoa. What! Wait… No way.” You reply, looking between her and her outstretched hand, a big shiny gem shining on her ring finger. As the two of you lean closer to inspect it shortly, you nearly bump heads with Caleb. “Wow…” you absentmindedly knock on the wooden table. Caleb follows. “It’s so pretty! I’m so happy for you!” You squeeze her hand affectionately. 

When you let her hand go and she keeps telling you about the proposal and how it happened, a large hand seeks yours out. You cast a short glance at Caleb. Just to make sure he’s alright. He absentmindedly plays with your fingers as you continue to listen and gush with your old friends. You don’t miss the endeared look he shoots your way. He’s so obvious. 

The night is a bit colder than expected. Your own thin jacket doesn’t help a lot, so you pull his jacket closer over your body as you stand outside of the restaurant. 

You had to get some fresh air, calming your senses as there is too much going on inside. Caleb wanted to come along, but you insisted on going alone. Of course he didn’t let you go without his jacket, shrugging it off immediately. Insisting on it. 

“...such a dummy…” you mutter to yourself, pulling the jacket closer with a small tender smile. You sink into a small crouch, right behind the stairs leading out of the restaurant. Maybe this will hide you a bit from the cold winds. You snuggle deeper into his warm jacket with a secret happy grin hidden in your freezing hands.

The door to the restaurant opens. Now instead of a short respite, you get to hear an interesting conversation take place nearby. Faint clicks of a lighter and a big exhale. When you look up from your little hiding spot, you see the faint smoke dissipate into the cold night air. Two people lean against the railing, their backs turned to you. You retract a bit further into yourself, your senses zoning in on the two voices above. 

“Isn’t he… like… taken?” 

“I have eyes. I can see that.” 

“So…” 

“I don’t care.”

“Huh?”

“I said I don’t care… How long have they even been together? A few weeks?”

“I don’t know… maybe a month? I mean they always seemed close, though.”

“Exactly. What even is a month.. Like…” 

You feel your eye twitch in response. And your hands slowly rise to press over your mouth, subconsciously hiding your breathing. There is no fucking way. 

“I mean… you could try, I guess?” 

“Yeah, what’s the harm? It’s not like it's illegal to talk to him.” 

“True.. Also he was hitting on you! Like why did he try to make you laugh like that?”

“Right?!” 

You’ve heard enough. 

You stand from your hiding spot slowly, and walk around the staircase. As you start slowly ascending the stairs, not a single word is uttered, not a single glance shot her way. The two women fall silent awkwardly, probably stunned by your sudden appearance. Caught red handed. With a shaky hand and clenched jaw, you open the door into the restaurant, all the chattering spilling out onto the deadly quiet porch. You close it, as softly as you can. As softly as your anger ebbing below the surface allows you to. 

Slowly walking back to your seat at the table, Caleb spots you and gives a big smile. “Heyy, pipsqueak.” He, of course, notices the slight change in your demeanor and adjusts his tone accordingly. “What’s wrong?” He starts to stand up but you push him back into his seat. You snake into yours right next to him and sniffle slightly, rubbing your cold hands together. “It’s so cold outside~” And to tease him and to turn the attention away from you, you bring your cold hands dangerously close to his jawline and he squirms away with a surprised laugh and a lighthearted “Hey!”

You narrow your eyes affectionately when he takes your hands in his, subtly saving himself, and trying to warm you up. His larger hands envelop yours with tender love and care.

The jealousy gnaws on your stomach all night, even when you get to his place in Skyhaven. It eats you up from the inside. But you try to push the feeling down. It’s not healthy, you tell yourself. 

Even as Caleb sweetly tucks you in with a soft kiss to your temple… the feeling won’t go away. You stay up and toss and turn in your sleep. Huffing slightly in anger you kick the sheets off. 

You want to see Caleb. 

Caleb awakes from his slumber, but it’s still dark outside. He blinks awake slowly, feeling multiple strange sensations at once. Instinctively he tries to move his hands, but the loud metal clinks on his headboard like a gunshot in the quiet room and pulls his wrists back harshly. He blinks and tries again in his drowsy half-awake state. The metal is unyielding. Furrowing his eyebrows he lets his gaze wander around the room, only softly illuminated by the moonlight above, casting a gentle shine on his room. And you. 

…You?

Your weight presses his hips down into his own mattress. Shaking his head gently to wake himself up, he blinks down at you, confused. While he’s blinking at you a few times, you hold his gaze with a quirk of your eyebrow. Then he lets his head fall back into the pillow, muttering sleepily. 

“Hey.” You gently slap his cheek. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

Opening his eyes slowly, his gaze finds yours once more as the sleep lingering on his brain like a weighted blanket slowly lifts, then realization shines in his deep violet eyes. He jolts and squirms, trying once again to get up. The handcuffs don’t let him get too far. His legs shift and he feels a velvety material wrapped around his ankles, keeping his legs spread embarrassingly wide. 

You tilt your head at him, observing the way he’s slowly and finally waking up. “Hi~” you greet him sweetly. Your tone is sickly sweet in fact, never a good sign. 

He shakes his head again and lifts it, his sleepy gaze finding yours. “Y/n?” He asks hoarsely, his voice raspy and deep from his sleep. He can tell something is wrong. Of course.

Leaning this way and that way, you start to tug off your pyjama shorts, throwing them in his face carelessly. Perhaps a bit harder than necessary. You situate yourself on his hips again, shifting to really feel his still soft dick press right between your folds, against the flimsy fabric covering you. Sighing softly, you experimentally roll your hips, trying to grind against him slowly. His breath hitches in response, surprised. The metal clinks against the headboard again. He shakes his head gently to try and get your pyjama shorts off. He manages to free one eye only. His chest moves noticeably as his breathing starts to deepen. His eye locked on your body on top of his. 

“Y/n… what are you-? …Untie me.”

You chuckle breathlessly at his shaky voice, hips stilling for a short moment “...No.” 

After giving your curt answer, you go back to grinding on his obviously growing bulge. The soft cotton of his sweatpants feels so good against your skin, you want to feel it more. Bracing your hands on his stomach, you press yourself down a little harder, making his breath stutter in response. He shakes his head a little more, getting your discarded shorts off him finally. The tantalizing view of you on top comes back into view. He feels himself relax slightly at the sight of you.

He helplessly watches your clothed mound rub against him, an annoying amount of layers between you. Barring you from him. The panties you’re wearing were one of his favorites. He’d spotted them a few times when he volunteered to do your laundry. His eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees your core slowly start to soak the fabric covering it. He swallows deeply, his eyes never leaving the growing damp spot. “...Please.” 

You pause your sensual ministrations and start to lean forward. And Caleb actually smiles in relief. Only for you to cover his eyes with two hands, leaning your head on top of them. He whines in protest right against your jawline. Your scent envelops his senses, invading his nostrils as he inhales deeply. Fuck. He loves this perfume on you. 

The new position doesn’t make it easy to grind on him, but you keep going, breathing softly. “Hah… did you not hear me? I said no.”

Feeling your soft chest pillow against his, feeling your weight pressing him down into the mattress? It’s almost too much. Especially when he feels the heat of your core so close to his throbbing length. Dying to bury itself inside of the invitingly warm sheath. He can’t even touch you, squeeze your lush body above his, caress your sweet spots. To help you get more pleasure. It’s not right. 

He should be of use to you.

His hands twitch and tighten into fists. “...Untie me.” He tries again, swallowing deeply, shrouded in darkness from your hands covering his eyes. He feels your hair tickle his skin here and there, making him shiver slightly. 

“If you ask again, I’ll leave you here, leaking and tied up.” Your unamused voice reaches his ears, making him swallow nervously. He is treading a fine line between wanting to obey to make you happy and to fulfill his own deep desire to be of service.

“No… please, no. I’m sorry.” He quickly tries to get your forgiveness. He can’t stand you being mad at him, his heart can’t bear it. He presses a few desperate kisses to your jawline blindly. Sighing against your skin when you start moving again. This is bad. It’s really bad for him. Dangerous, even. 

Your softened voice now skims right against his ear, “You… You didn't miss me the way I missed you.” 

“...Huh?” He breathes out in confusion, the sensation of you practically humping his fully grown erection making his head spin, unable to concentrate. 

“You heard me.”

Lifting your hands from his eyes, he blinks at the loss of contact. Now, instead your hands are tugging on his pants, pulling them down shamelessly. The soft cotton slides down his body and reveals his black briefs, his dick noticeably straining against the last layer of fabric. So desperate to be freed. When you run your finger along the length, it twitches against your fingertip in response. 

“I… I did! I did miss you. A lot. …What do you mean?” He asks softly, his chest heaving. So desperately trying to concentrate on what’s got you so upset, but your clever fingers playing with his sensitive body don’t help his helpless case at all. 

“Not in the way that I missed you, it seems.” You respond coldly, a twinge of sadness peeking through. “So, this is your punishment.” You reach up past his head to tap the handcuffs keeping his wrist adamantly tied to the headboard. “Only good boys get to touch.”

“I’m good!” He protests weakly. “I’m… I’ve been good.” following shortly after, now seemingly unsure. He takes a deep shaky breath. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You tell me.”

“Y/n, please.” He seeks out your gaze, desperate. 

“...”

You lift his shirt while sneaking your hand up to his broad chest, circling the areolas of his pecs softly, nails poking into the soft flesh gently here and there. He squirms slightly in response, his breath hitching again. You tug on his right nipple slowly, as it's poking up so invitingly. He arches his back slightly, pushing his chest further into your hands. The way you’re mercilessly playing with his sensitive spots - you’re really upset. 

“You didn’t miss me.”

“No! I missed you so much… I wanted to see you so bad.”He starts with a soft and tender tone, trying to sound as genuine as possible. “I was so happy when I saw you.” He is being sincere after all. 

You bite your lower lip slightly. The reassurance feels good, soothing the jealous rage storming inside of you. But it’s not enough. 

Scooting back, you reach into his briefs and fish out his throbbing length quickly, making his thighs tense in surprise. A surprised noise leaves his lips. He lifts his head and watches, his eyes fixed on your hands. They widen when he sees the same hands pull aside your soaked panties, aligning his member with your entrance. “A-Ah- Y/n?” He stutters out, so excited at the idea of making love, but still confused as to why you’re upset with him. 

You observe his face smugly, letting his already leaking head part your folds and run through them, soaking it further with your own essence. His breath hitches again, his chest heaves. Fuck, it’s so hot, so good. He really wants to be inside of you. His eyes remain fixed on his own dick, his heart pounding in his chest. You’re wet already. So wet. Heat pools in his stomach at the feeling, at the erotic sight. At the subtle pride swelling in his chest.

“Hm? You wanna stick it in?” You ask in amusement, lips curling into a teasing smile. 

He dares to glance up at your expression, “...Please.” 

You don’t move, keeping your gaze on him challengingly. 

He racks his worked up brain for a way to appease you. “I… I really did miss you. Please, believe me.” His hands find each other, intertwining as they squeeze slightly.

You waste no time, starting to inch down on his length, hissing in pleasure at the generous girth, stretching your pussy open. Since you’re already soaked, it makes him slide in with surprising ease too. Especially after not doing any foreplay.- Caleb’s favorite way to pass the time. 

Caleb’s stuttery breath reaches your ears, his eyes never leaving the place where you intertwine. His eyebrows furrow further, his chest heaving. It really feels incredible. Soft velvety walls wrapped snug around his throbbing length. So warm. So wet. So good. He can’t look away, he doesn’t want to. Even knowing that this erotic sight will be his demise.

You experimentally grind your hips on his, feeling the way his thick member reaches all the places that need to be reached with ease. You grin and throw your head back a little, brushing back your hair. “Haah… I’ve waited so long for this.” Caleb whines helplessly in response to your words. “Feel good?” You ask in amusement, tilting your head curiously at him. Your fingers start dancing up his clenching stomach and up to his chest, tugging at his hardened nipples. 

He lets out a high pitched whine, his back arching. Nodding quickly, closing his eyes when he lets his head fall back onto his pillow. Why did you have to look so cute and sexy at the same time, it’s not fair at all. His breathy voice is like music to your ears. “So good. Yes, so good. Fuck, thank you.” 

You quirk an eyebrow again. Now he’s even thanking you? How cute. 

A loud clank takes your attention away from him and to his wrists, desperately trying to free themselves again. You brace your hands on his chest and hook your feet onto his muscular thighs. The new angle makes you hit your own gspot with ease. Your breath hitches as you start riding him, using him for your own pleasure. Instead of bouncing, you grind. What do you care if he feels good? He’s the one flirting with other women. 

Lewd squelching and passionate moans fill his otherwise quiet bedroom in the middle of the night. He just takes it, even if he wishes he could touch you. The desire to hold you, to pleasure you, to help or assist you is too strong. He feels a little useless like this. But… he’s happy to be of use, even like this. Seeing the way you’re using his dick like a real life dildo… he nearly becomes jealous over his own body. 

Nothing beats the sight of this. He loves seeing you enjoy yourself. Unashamed in taking what you want from him, whatever you need. He’s happy to provide it, for as long as you’d decide to. Especially if he can remain in this comforting snug hug forever.

The closer you get, the further your pussy constricts around his girth, squeezing him tightly, making his breath stutter desperately. He can’t even reach out to squeeze his own base, to desperately stave off his impending orgasm. All he can do is just take it. Your moans grow a little higher in pitch, become breathier, more arousing. His own testicles tighten up in response to your erotic moans. He has to close his eyes and turn away, the sight of your body undulating on top of him will make him finish too soon. He wants you to feel good for as long as possible. 

A hand quickly shoots to his throat, squeezing it slightly, warningly. His eyes shoot open, wide and surprised. His gaze finds yours. 

“Don’t fucking look away from me. Am I that-” You bite your own lip. You click your tongue in disappointment and look away, eyebrows furrowed. Droplets of sweat glistening on your temple. A sense of desperation and dread chills him to the bone. Before he can explain, you speak up again. 

“...Why did you flirt with her?”

Caleb blinks in confusion. His disadvantaged state becomes even worse when you start bouncing your hips on top of his, taking in his length over and over again. Your gummy walls sucking him in deeper with each thrust, fluttering around him. Fuck. He’s so done for. It feels too good. Lewd slapping of skin fills his ears, the muscles in his body clenching and flexing with each moment he tries to wrench his body under control. 

“W-what?” He tries, stuttering out between obscene slapping of skin against skin.

“Huh?” You reply, mockingly. Your hand tightens around his throat. 

He gasps. “Ah! Haah… W-who?”

“That woman.” You reply, panting. “At the restaurant.” Teetering on the edge, you furrow your eyebrows and close your eyes tightly. Your hand subconsciously squeezes tighter around his throat, the other coming up to squeeze his pec into your palm. An erotic breathy sigh leaves your plush lips amidst the impromptu interrogation. 

His breath hitches as the blood flowing to his brain slowly gets cut off, making him sway. The feeling of your pussy getting even wetter around his length, soaking him in your slick essence doesn’t help at all. You’re dripping so profusely. His vision blurs. Barely being able to spot the white ring forming around the base of his cock, he squeezes his eyes tightly. Blabbering helplessly he goes, “W-wait. Fuck, fuck, wait. Wait! Fuck- I’m… I’m so close, fuck!” 

You breathe deeply, trying to remain focused. The pleasure seeps into each limb, making your body tense up slowly, getting ready for the sweet impending release. It feels so good. 

But…

Your anger and jealousy don’t let you relax enough. 

You groan in frustration as your orgasm slowly moves out of reach. Even if you force your hips to move faster, even if his choked up cries of pleasure reach your ears and make your clit throb. Clenching your jaw you soon start moving slower, pausing as you take a deep shuddery breath.

“Fuck. …Damn it.” You pant, frustrated. 

You let go of his throat and dig your nails into his other pec. “Explain… hah… Now.”

He sputters and pants deeply, his entire body shaking as he tries to stop himself from cumming inside of your velvety walls. It’s all he can think about. His mind zeroing in on you and you alone. “W-what… what woman?” He rasps, still confused. 

Two fists slam against his chest. Not actually hurting him. But he can tell that you’re very very frustrated and upset, your arms shaking. 

“You’re about to piss me the fuck off, Caleb.” 

Uh oh. He racks his brain. What woman were you talking about? Who was at the restaurant? He didn’t flirt with anyone- 

Oh.

Oh.

“Y/n. Listen to me, please.” 

You hold his gaze, clearly hurt. 

“I did not flirt with her. I’m not interested in anyone but you. You know that.” 

You hold his gaze still, eyebrows furrowing slightly. 

“You know that.” He repeats, reassuringly. 

“Then why… was she all over you before I arrived. What happened?” You sit up and cross your arms defensively.

What a strange situation to be in. His dick deep inside of you, his arms and legs tied and you were riding him stupid mere moments ago. But you can’t relax until you’ve resolved this issue or misunderstanding. 

Deep down, you just want to be reassured. 

“I did not flirt with her.” He repeats, trying to seek out your gaze again. “I don’t even remember her name. Trust me. She appeared in that little circle we were in and just tried to talk to me. But I didn’t even- I wasn’t-” He stammers, tumbling over his words as he’s so passionate about trying to make you understand. 

“Please untie me. …I want to hold you.” 

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“Jerk.” 

“Y/n.” He puts on his gentle tone, reassuring and warm. “No one… could ever take me away from you.” He, once again, tries to reach out but his hands are still tied. “...No one.” He repeats sincerely. 

Another exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Perhaps you’re being too harsh on him. Maybe… The signs seemed to be there. Him shifting so her arm falls, him immediately coming to you, the way he never even casted another glance her way. Maybe her friend and her were misinterpreting his natural charm and friendly nature. You lie down on top of him, your head on his heaving chest. Listening to the racing heartbeat under your ear makes you feel a little bad for him. He’s so cute. 

“Your heart is racing.” You state softly. 

“Of course it is. I’m with the person I adore.” He replies with a tender chuckle. He just sees the top of your head now on his chest. A cute sight. But he really wants to hold you. He suppresses a whine. 

You give a soft sigh. He’s so silly. So cute. You like him so much. 

“I’ll kill you if you flirt with other people.” 

“I know.” 

“Good.” You take a deep breath and sit up. “Now… where were we?” His relieved expression comes into view and you find yourself smiling in response. Reaching down towards his face, you grab his chin and pull it a little closer, your own lips dangerously close to his. His eyes immediately drop to your lips, fixated. You bring up your other hand to cover his eyes and finally press your lips to his, slowly and sensually. Taking the time to feel the connection between the two of you. 

He tries to pour all of his love, devotion and care into the slow move of his lips against yours. He sighs in relief into the kiss. He’s just glad he could mend this misunderstanding. He never wants to be a source of hurt for you.

Inevitably the kiss turns more heated. Tensions rise. You stop covering his eyes and grab his face with two hands, keeping him closer. He obliges, of course. The handcuffs clank against the headboard still. You giggle into the kiss and lean down to put your forehead on his jawline. “Stop trying to get out of your restraints.” 

He chuckles with you, leaning his head against yours, his eyes sparkling with love as he presses a soft tender kiss to your bare shoulder. “Why? I’m being wrongfully detained.” 

You chuckle again. “I’ll detain you for whatever reason I want.” Smiling, you brush your lips along his jawline, feeling his breath hitch again. You don’t resist the urge to nibble there in the slightest. Putting one hand on his chest, you feel his heart start to pick up the pace further. Pounding against your palm. 

“I-is that so?” He stammers, his resolve weakening with every second he feels your mouth on his body, your hand on his chest, and still sheathed inside of the warm snug walls of your entrance. 

“Mhm.” Is all you say, slowly moving your open mouthed kisses from his jawline down his neck. His dick twitches inside of you, feeling slightly neglected. 

“...Want me to keep going?”

“Fuck, yes. Please.”

So you do. His overly enthusiastic consent spurs you on even more. You sit up, pushing his shirt further up to pool at his collarbone. Resting your hands on his chest. Squeezing his pecs. You hook your feet into his muscular thighs once more and begin to move. Alternating between grinding and bouncing, you find a good steady rhythm. The erotic squelching fills the room again, followed by harmonizing moans of pleasure and deep connection. Your breathing deepens as does his. 

He feels his own toes curl, desperately trying not to finish right away. He wants to drag this out as long as possible. So he rasps out a “You can grind, it’s okay. I like it.” Making you tilt your head at him with a smile. “Ha… whatever you say, baby.”

He whines helplessly in response. Calling him pet names? While he’s deep inside of you, being used for your pleasure? “Fuck… you’re so mean.” 

You laugh breathlessly in response, and decide to be merciful, grinding in a way that feels best to you. Your chest bounces slightly with each shift of your hips, cheeks flushing from the exertion, your breath deepening. Your hands squeeze his pecs harder as you let your head fall, hips grinding faster and faster. Your clit pressing right into the happy trail. Over and over again. Making your pussy start to constrict harder and harder around his girth. His hand squeeze tightly in the handcuffs, fingers digging into his palms. 

His hips start to move too, trying to shift up into you. Even if all of his limbs are tied, he wants to make you feel good. And it rewards him with shuddery sighs and moans that slowly become higher in pitch. Heat pools in his stomach, the sight of you, happy and in pleasure fills him with a deeply seated love and adoration. It’s a heady feeling. Fuck. He adores you.

You chuckle breathlessly, starting to feel your mind zeroing in on your own pleasure. The room around you starts to fade in and out of your awareness. “Hah… trying to help?” Caleb nods desperately. “Too bad.” 

You reach down and start to circle your own clit, making his heart throb desperately. His hands twitch. But he’s defenseless against the way your pussy starts to flutter around his length immediately. His feet shift in the sheets, as much as they can, and his body starts to squirm. The familiar tingle on his spine makes him freeze up, gasping softly. “Fuck! I’m- I’m close. It’s… fuck, it’s coming!” Followed by a helpless whimper. 

You feel his dick twitch helplessly in your walls and you circle your clit at a steady pace, your hips undulating on top of his faster. You squeeze his pec with your other hand tightly, teetering on the edge now. 

Then you feel him let out a long helpless groan while he cums. The feeling of the hot spurts of his come within you, the circling of your own clit, and the feeling of his length bumping against your gspot all make you tense up. Creaming around his length as your pussy flutters rhythmically. Loud shuddery sighs and moans leave your trembling lips. Caleb whimpers helplessly in response, his sensitive dick getting cornered in your walls, spurting weakly the last of his release. 

You shudder after the waves of pleasure come and go. Afterwards you flop down unceremoniously onto his chest, making him groan in surprise. Only exhausted but happy panting fills the room now. Caleb speaks up first. “I love you.” 

You answer with a happy hum, still catching your breath. “Hm… I love you too.” You lift your head and gently wipe at his sweaty face with an affectionate smile, your fingertips softly swiping along his face. His eyes don’t leave yours, deep abiding devotion shining in them. “Are we okay?” He asks carefully, hopefully.

You hum affirmatively and lean in to press a short peck to his plush lips. “Seems like it was just a little misunderstanding.” He sighs in relief. 

Then his smile transforms into a mischievous smirk, “Well… maybe I need to create more misunderstandings in the future, if I get to experience this again.”

He gathers the cold water in his palms and splashes his flushed face gently with it. How strange. Looking at his face in the mirror he catches his own gaze with pupils blown wide. Out of nowhere shame starts crawling up his back, he throws his head back down and gathers more water in his hands again. Desperately splashing his face while trying to cool himself off. 

Afterwards… nothing out of the ordinary happened. He sat down with a proud smirk. 

“...What?” You shake your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows and narrowing your eyes defensively. 

His smile widens in newfound amusement, “I guess you must really care for me after all.”

When you roll your eyes and go back to stare out the window, he watches your face closely, not sure himself what he’s looking for. He turns his gaze the same direction as yours, wanting to see what’s so interesting outside. He doesn’t bring up the lewd image. Of course. Why would you know what’s going on in his head after all. Perhaps he’s become more… frustrated lately. He shakes off the thought for now.

The lewd image had popped away as soon as your eyes snapped towards him - he didn’t even connect the dots at first. 

 ‘Y/N… c’mere, I wanna show-’ His brush stops midair. 

He whips his head up and around to you as soon as he hears the familiar voice practically moaning his name. But you’re just sitting on the sofa and seem… unfazed? Typing away on your laptop, trying to finish your work, you seem unfazed. Not the look of a person who was just moaning so obscenely loud. 

You stepped into his studio that day with your bag and a frustrated demeanor. He felt happy that you seek out his studio whenever you’re stressed. Seemingly getting more frustrated at something, you furrow your eyebrows in concentration. He shakes his head slightly and turns back to the huge canvas in front of him. He lifts his arm again, ready to stroke the brush across the still empty surface. About halfway through he flinches, creating an unwanted crook in the brushstroke. Another image intrudes in his mind, like a short immersive movie he cannot blend out or will his mind away from. 

His back hitting the sofa in his studio. Nails getting dragged across his pale chest - already littered with pink bruises and bitemarks. You, climbing over his body, pushing your panties aside and grinding your hips on top of his face eagerly, shamelessly. Juices dripping down his chin as he laps at your soaked folds being stuffed into his mouth. “Fuck! Rafayel… that feels so…” You throw your head back and let out moans soaked in pleasure as you bring your hands up your body, caressing yourself and cupping your own chest, all while his arms lock in around your thighs and-

The surprisingly loud crash of the brush falling to the floor makes him flinch again. Snapping him out of his trance, but it wasn’t coming from him. He wasn’t able to stop that, it’s as if the images were pulled out of his head by an external force. The small surface area he’s sitting on, his trusty ladder, doesn’t seem so stable anymore as he suddenly sways too far. He flails in panic and doesn’t even realize what’s happened next as the security of a platform underneath him falls away. His stomach drops and he closes his eyes while he braces for the inevitable painful impact. But… all he feels is a soft surface under him. 

He lifts his head and comes face to face with your widened gaze. Your chest heaves slightly as you stare into his eyes, confusion, shock and relief written all over them. “You… you okay?” You breathe out suddenly. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his body, holding on almost desperately. 

‘That was fucking close…’

“...What?” He blinks slowly before processing what’s happened. You caught him. “You-” Quickly he leaps to his feet, or at least tries to - stumbling in your entangled limbs, making him slip and fall right back into your embrace. Again, the unwanted shame crawls up his back, his face growing hotter by the second. You grab his shoulders gently, trying to calm him down. He closes his eyes in embarrassment and tries to turn his bright red face away from you.    

Soon enough he’s brought to the sofa, and a glass of water is handed to him. He thanks you quietly while deep in thought. A million thoughts are running through his head, each one more confusing than the next. It only brings up more questions. Even when you sit down next to him and softly rub his lower back with a worried look on your face, the thoughts won’t go away. But your comforting presence helps soften the blow of his thoughts running wild. As if by instinct, he finds himself leaning into you, his head on your shoulder. “...Comfort me.” He whispers, trying to make it sound like a joke, but his voice sounds more genuine than he’d like. While you softly chuckle and continue holding him, despite your own shock from the previous situation. You hold his face and caress him gently while you coo at him. You were genuinely worried about him after all. He sighs and nuzzles further into your embrace. Right now in his mind, his voice is the only occupant again. 

Surely it can’t be a coincidence. It can’t be… right?

Rafayel can’t take it anymore. These strange intruding fantasies and thoughts won’t leave him alone. And he’s starting to suspect you. Because, it only happens when you’re around him. But he doesn’t want to point the blame at you… not yet. 

Currently, he’s stirring a pot on the stove absentmindedly, as yet another intruding vivid image plays in his mind. It’s projected into his brain forcefully like a movie on a big screen, unable to pause it, unable to look away. He can hear it, see it and feel it all. His face and ears grow hotter by the second and he can’t tell if it’s from the steam coming up from the big cooking pot or from the downright obscene sex scene being shown to him from… who knows where.

‘Rafayel… did you lock the door?’ He quickly springs up to go lock it, nearly stumbling over himself once he returns to you, on the bed. Waiting for him, clad in delectable pieces of lace. You’re glowing… so damn beautiful. Your smile so inviting, it makes his heart stutter in his chest. You embrace him with an expectant seductive smile, pressing your lips to the corner of his plush lips. “So eager for me, yeah?”

He shakes his head again. Pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes for a second, trying to push the thoughts out of his head. He’s struggling alone in the kitchen. You meanwhile… remain oblivious to all of it. Happily munching on some popcorn while you lounge around on his sofa and scroll on your phone. A paused movie, still right at the beginning, is projected onto the TV. You insisted on pausing it until he finished your dinner. He turns his head slightly and glances at you over his shoulder, eyeing you suspiciously. You surely must have put some sort of curse on him, no? In his flustered state he’s so desperate to pin the blame on something, anything. 

Flipping him over, you press your hand into his chest, right over his glowing mark, pushing him down further into the soft sheets, an arm snaking around his neck as your nails graze at his sensitive throat. You kiss and bite at his jawline, the arm around his neck slowly closing in on his throat. Soft kisses then pressed into his parted lips while he gasps for air, unable to kiss back properly, slowly growing lightheaded. His needy whine muffled by your plush lips almost forcefully.

Between kisses, you part from him and ease up on his neck, letting him breathe. You use your hand to turn his face further towards your face, your eyes fixed on his lips. His heart pounds against his ribcage as if trying to jump out into your embrace. You grab his jaw, nails digging into his cheeks and whisper an obsessive, “Let’s stay like this forever. Just you… and me, yeah?”.

Managing to nod his head desperately, his heart pounds faster and faster against his chest, threatening to burst out any moment now. His eyes full of unrestrained love. 

The absentminded stirring becomes slower and slower, all while he’s fighting for his life against the throbbing in his pants. He really can’t help it, how can he? He’s practically being showered in vivid and lewd images in his mind of you. You… in various positions, outfits. The downright obscene sounds haunt him whenever he finds himself alone in silence. The squelching… oh god. He bites his lower lip slightly as he turns his head away from the pot. Risking another glance over his shoulder he finds you, now  leaning against the armrest, admiring him shamelessly. Phone laying discarded on the sofa. His eyes widened slightly in realization as he froze. You’ve been staring at him. Your lowered gaze opens up slightly when you lock eyes, and you give an unexpectedly sweet smile, tilting your head curiously. 

He turns away quickly and with a slightly startled tone remarks, “Staring… won’t make dinner finish faster, you know?” 

Delighted evil laughter fills his living space and he can’t help the smile creeping up on his face. Thankfully he’s turned away from you, can’t stroke your ego too much now, can he? But now as he feels your eyes boring into his back, he suddenly can’t shake the imagine in his head of him being bent over that same kitchen island he’s hovering around. 

He sighs helplessly.

He’s such a fool. Why did he get himself into this situation? Now he really can’t explain it any other way. While he did offer the massage to check if his theory is true, he didn’t expect to be proven right so quickly. 

The room is dimly lit, warm light shining from the candles he placed there to create a more romantic setting. Moonlight shining through his big windows. You, laying down on your stomach, your shirt off. Arms crossed, your head laying on them as you let yourself be pampered and spoiled by him. He desperately ignores the way your pyjama shorts rode up slightly, exposing your butt. Only allows himself a short glance, one that makes his heart skip a beat. You look over your shoulder, eyes glinting curiously but happily. “Y’know… you can sit on my thighs, I don’t mind.” You settle back into the soft plush sheets enveloping you. Rafayel obliges, because he does actually want to do a good job. Especially since you seem… frustrated lately, to say the least. 

His hands gently knead your sore muscles, happy to be of help somehow. And he takes this evening as a sign that you feel more comfortable with him, when you make your little happy sounds - enjoying the moments you are taken care of and pampered. With an iron will, Rafayel tries to stay concentrated, but it’s incredibly difficult when the inner cinema in his head starts rolling a new movie once more. 

He doesn’t realize it at first, because the setting is the exact same room they’re in right now. He feels his body also relax, the same way yours is. He also feels himself throb which… is an interesting sensation to say the least.

You moan shamelessly louder than before, smirking secretly into your own arms, really enjoying the way he massages the knots out of your back. Even shifting to push your butt against his obvious bulge. His hands start to wander, now massaging your lower back, thumbs pressing along the sides of your spine, you arch your back slightly in response. Then he shifts, further down your thighs to make some room to be able to massage your shapely thighs now. His hands always stopping right at the crease to your butt. Continuing their journey, they move to the inner thighs, spreading your legs slightly, now getting dangerously close to your core. His nimble fingers are always trying to reach for the fabric but stopping himself at the last second.   

He continues to move his hands, his face bright red. Ears practically on fire. He bites the bullet and keeps going. But the daydream and fantasy playing in your head seem to blend together, confusing him slightly. All while you keep humming quietly, melting further into the plush sheets of his bed. 

His hand suddenly gets grabbed, right as he was about to reach for the small patch of fabric covering your core. You smirk over your shoulder at him, eyes shimmering with arousal. You guide his hand right onto your mound, making him press his fingers against it. “That’s… all your fault, y’know?” You declare shamelessly. You turn back, laying your head on your arms again. Rafayel swallows deeply and presses his fingers harder against the mound, feeling the damp fabric underneath, making his breath hitch. He leans forward, forehead resting at the bottom of your spine as he gives a big sigh. 

“You’re trying to kill me.” He states helplessly, his dick throbbing traitorously in his pants. Your mischievous laughter only makes his dick harder. He presses his trembling lips reverently at the bottom of your spine, pulling down the pyjama shorts slightly to kiss and nibble at the bundle of nerves there. A shiver runs down your spine. His long nimble fingers start pulling the fabric of your pyjama shorts to the side, needing to feel the slick arousal on his fingers. Wanting to confirm it for himself that he can affect you too. 

Then, almost like a cut in a movie, the scene changes. Confusing him so that his hands slow down, the downright pornographic scene plays in his mind's eye. 

You, on your hands and knees. Rafayel, leaning right over you, hands wrapped around your naked body as he desperately ruts into you. Lewd squelching and a symphony of quick breaths and moans fills  the room. 

He looks down at your relaxed form, humming softly and even drowsily. … is this really what’s going on in your mind right now? All while wearing such a peaceful expression?

You reach up as Rafayel slots his face at your shoulder, caressing his jawline affectionately. “Feel good, baby?” the soft affectionate tone interrupted by breathy moans picking up in speed. “Ah! Hah… Seems like you can’t take it anymore, huh?” You grasp the sheets in front of you tightly, biting your lower lip and pushing back to meet his desperate thrusts. He whines pathetically, whimpering like a kicked puppy as he keeps pushing his length deeper and deeper, trying to get as deep as possible into your gummy inviting walls. Fluttering walls pull him in further and he’s helpless to resist the temptation. One of his hands moves down your body and seeks to dip between your thighs, sliding between the soaked folds to find your clit. 

The moans leaving your mouth are loud and unashamed, even downright obscene as he strokes up and down over your clit, feeling it throb against his fingertips. He chases after your pleasure with a downright obsession, doing everything in his power to make you feel good. After one orgasm, he wants to provide a second one to you. A pleasured grin appears on your face as you reach back to yank his hair. His other hand moves.

Rafayel furrows his eyebrows. Something isn’t… right. 

His other hand starts reaching up towards your neck, and is about to wrap-

You shake your head suddenly. Rafayel’s hand still, hovering in the air between you. …What was that? Why would he…

‘… Ugh.’

He hears your voice clearly,  but he doesn’t see your mouth move. 

‘Just as it was getting good… damn it. ‘

Your thoughts? 

He tilts his head and leans over slightly to the side, to get a good look at your frustrated expression. “Y/N?” He calls out, his voice taking on the rare soft tone. You open your eyes and look up at him. “Hm?” You hum in response. 

“Are you okay?” He asks tenderly, “want me to stop?”