Sweet girl <3
Brain rotting caleb, giving his girl exactly what she deserves !! .. if not more :3
WARNINGS: SMÜT!!! fingeríng, praise, overstimulation, nghhh caleb metal hand
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The wet clicks of skin on skin filled the room.
Breathless moans and whimpers fell from your mouth like a waterfall, “god, Caleb, please..- can’t— i can’t—“ His fingers burried deep in your cunt, the other, metal hand, working on your puffy clit. He only murmured in your ear, “i know, baby, i know.” Whilst his hands did nothing but speed up.
You had came, what, three times now? He still hasn’t had enough. Enough of your moans, your taste, everything.
Your back pressed against his chest, you were able to feel his erection against your lower back. Your hips bucked and thighs shook against his hold, his arms wrapped around your waist, meeting between your legs where he relentlessly pleasured you.
His eyes were intense, trained on you.
You? Your eyes were closed. head thrown back against his collarbone and shoulder as you whined his name. Every touch, every push of his fingers inside you, every broad stroke to your clit.
Fuck if he didn’t stop you were convinced you’d die.
“Caleb, oh fuck.. gonna cum..-“ You pant out., jaw wide open as you moan once more. Every sound you made was music to Caleb’s ears, his hair sticking to his forehead from damp sweat. “Yeah? Gonna make another mess for me, sweetheart?” He mumbles in your ear, eyebrows furrowed as he hyper focused on making you cum.
“One more,” he lied. “i can pull another out of you, right? You can do that for me, sweet girl?” He gently says with that smile, that smile that seemed to drag you by your neck. The smile that made you want to melt every time he spoke.
Minus how overstimulated you were, you nod, your naked form weakly shaking. “There we go, that’s it— God you sound so good, so good for me..” He groans quietly when your hips buck back against him. You even heard what could be written down as a whimper come from his lips.
“Caleb..” You breathe out again.
“I know, cum for me, sweetheart. ‘s okay.”. He gently coos into your ear, his rough hands portraying a different message. One final harsh circle on your clit and you tensed, body growing taut as your hands dug into his thighs, that were on both sides of your hips. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slack.
His metal hand pulled away from your nerve, the other hand inside you slowed. He’s working you through your orgasam. His lips were soft, slightly chapped, they kissed down your damp neck. your hair stuck to your forehead.
You whine quietly.
He looks up with a small chuckle, “you’re still needy? I would have figured four was enough to satisfy you, pipsqueak.” He teased.
You huff quietly, “i wanted to make you feel good too, asshole..” you grumble out. You shiver with a gasp when his fingers pull out of you, feeling yourself clench around nothing. He brought his hand up to your face, “look at the mess you left..” His hands were covered in white, you look away in embarrassment.
He hums, “suit yourself,” he says as he cleans his own fingers off. You recoil slightly. “I hope you don’t plan to kiss me with that same mouth.” You say with a small smirk, he only mirrors your expression as you climb out his lap, turning to face him. He moved on his knees, boxers having a clear tent in them— and it wasn’t small.
“You might be a mind reader, because that was exactly my plan.” He says with a laugh. He crawls over you, pressing your back against the bed. When the cool metal hand presses to your warm pussy again, you tense.
“Still sensitive?” He laughs, he pushes his boxers down, kicking them off to the side with the rest of clothes he ripped off you.
“Shit.. look how hard you made me, baby.” He groans out, giving himself a few experimental strokes. He twitches and his hips buck into his own hand. His eyes drift close for a second.
You crane your head up for a second, swallowing harshly when he makes eye contact with you, hand still pumping his cock.
You huff once more, “Caleb, cmon—“ You whine. He only rolls his eyes, “impatient.” He says back, grabbing you by the fat of your hips and pulling you closer to him, you gasp. “A warning?!” You complain as he laughs.
“You’ll live, won’t you?” He sneakily replies, teasing you by rubbing his flushed tip against the sopping lips of your pussy. You groan in irritation.
He finally gives in, as he slowly pushes into you, gasping. “Oh,, shit.. you’re so tight—“
You only groan in response, “shut up..” You huff.
He smiled down at you. You had your eyebrows furrowed, trying to focus on anything but the fucking burning from the sheer girth of him. “Fuck, that hurts..-“ You breathe out, he coos. “You’re a big girl, you can handle it, right?” You scoff, as another sting hits you. “Are you in yet?” You ask with impatience.
he goes quiet. “eh.. like.. halfway..?” He guesstimates. You groan, “caleb i swear to every god if—“ You shudder, he just fully seats himself like he’s not going to puncture a damn organ.
You writhe under him. “What’s wrong? didn’t you tell me to hurry, pipsqueak?” He teases, you glare through your watery eyes. “Fuck off..”
He laughs, slowly pulling his hips back, only to sharply thrust back into you. A cry leaves your lips as your eyes shut. “God!- Caleb, you’re so damn harsh!” You complain.
He pays you no mind, his harsh thrusts seemed to hit deep parts of you that only he could reach. He was slow, making sure to really milk this moment with you. When you crack you eyes open, you saw him staring down at you.
You choke back a moan as you speak. “..What?” You mumble. He shakes his head, “don’t worry your sweet head about it, just thinkin’ ‘bout how pretty you look right now.” He hums, before leaning down to kiss you.
The kiss was mainly teeth and tongue, Caleb doing everything in his power to savor your taste. The metallic hand tightens around your waist as he groans, “holy.. shit..” He whimpers out, hips snapping forward at a faster pace as his hands push you into the bed. Basically smushing into you. The only thing you could do was gasp and moan.
“God- so pretty, you’re so— fuck.. so fucking pretty like this, y’know?”
He rambles, as if he’s drunk off your living essence. “Can’t get enough of you, sweet girl, god— you’re so perfect..-“ He mumbles against your lips as you pant for breath.
“Caleb, baby, w..wait.. can’t—“ You try to warn, He groans when he feels you flutter around him. “I know you’re close, ‘s okay, i can pull one more outta ya’ can’t i , sweetheart..?”He says, more so asking himself rather than you, mouth moving to your neck to kiss and bite at it.
You whine, “no— can’t, i can’t..-“ You tried to shake you head as he tuts against your skin. “You can, you will.” He whispers back, a dark edge to his tone.
That seemed to fill him with a new determination, he doubles down on his actions, metallic hand still on your waist as the other paws at your breasts. Toying with your nipples. Your body jolts, back arching when you let out another cry.
He smiles widely, “there we go, atta girl, cmon baby. Cum one more time for me, one more— that’s it..” He praised you quietly as he feels you shiver, gripping around him like a vice as you came, sobbing as you hands clawed at his arms.
He groans loudly, “shit— gonna cum— god.. wait..” He tried to pull out to finish on your tummy, just to avoid any unneeded mistakes, when you shake your head.
“‘s okay,, on the pill, inside. Please- Please Caleb..” You rasp out, fuck, he couldn’t say no. He buried himself back to the hilt, his head going to the junction of your collarbone and neck as he whimpered your name, and fuck, it sounded much better when it came from him.
“Cumming, oh shit!-“ He shuddered, as you feel that full and warm sensation in your stomach. Eyes closing as both you and him bathe in the afterglow.
It was quiet for a few minutes, nothing heard but both of your labored breaths. He slowly raises up, looking over your form.
He takes a breath, “come on, gotta get you clean..” You groan tiredly as he rolls his eyes. “You’ll be fine, here, i’ll even run the bath for you AND carry you there, deal?”
A wide smile takes your face, you nod. “Deal, I expect a meal afterwards too, by the way.” Caleb scoffs, “I know I know, from scratch and home made, right?”
You giggle, “you already know, hm?”
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