thinking about… alpha caleb x beta reader… and everyone can’t figure out why caleb, the most desired alpha keeps hanging around this nobody with no scent but they dont know that alpha! Caleb is obsessed with his little beta.
he doesn’t care that everyone thinks he should get with a pretty and cute omega with a nice scent. doesn’t care that they think he’s too good for you because they don’t know you like he does. in caleb’s mind, he’s chosen already. fuck biology and what everyone else thinks.
and he always stands just a little too close to you like he’s trying to scent you even though he knows he can’t, presses himself a little closer like the pheromones will linger. and even though he knows that no one will likely pursue you anyways because all anyone wants is an omega or alpha, that doesn’t stop him from subtly claiming you in any way he can.
you’re his, even if you don’t know it.
then rolls around his rut. that damn rut that makes everything smell too strong and potent and makes you look a little too perfect and he just can’t hold back.
so don’t blame him when he has you folded under him and taking his fat cock, pressing you so close that it drowns out your weak natural scent, and prints his on you instead. don’t blame him when he cums deep in thick, heavy ropes. teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck in a possessive bite that won’t last as he tries, god he tries, to stuff you full of his knot and breed his litter into a womb that just won’t take.
he curses biology. and instead, he focuses on making you feel good, makes you feel so achingly good as he is delirious. groans repeated mantras with his nose pressed into the crook of your neck—a mix of, “gonna breed you, baby. pump you so full of me.” and, “take it so good, gotta let ‘em know you’re mine.” he says it so confidently, with such certainty that you can almost believe it and the intense pleasure he gives you so willingly is prove of it too.
it doesn’t matter though, as along as you’re his. and he has the rest of his rut to show you just that. you’ll see, he’ll find a way.
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🕸 SYN. Meet your shameless roommate Caleb—the one who makes the walls shake at night, and let the girls he brings home scream out loud, loud enough for your to hear so you’ll know what you’re missing. Maybe he’s hoping you’ll eventually step inside his room instead of just listening…
🕸 CW. Caleb doing sex next to her room, making her mad on purpose, masturbation (both), roughs sēx, creampie, degradation, praising, big d, happy trail, slight dom/sub, messy, panties stealer and kisser, slight oral sēx (f.receiving), nípple play, kissing, licking, spit in mouth, dūmbification, Caleb is needy&obsess, Caleb beeeeegs.
🕸 WC. 6.6k
🕸 author notes. I'm literally one day late, ugh. I'm really not good with dead line at the end of the day.. ⸝⸝⸝ ╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝ anywayyyy I hope you will enjoy and that I lived up to your expectations lol (I'm kinda sweating) lemme in know in comments <3 (also this whole fuckin' presentation looks way better on laptop than phone)
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“So your name is—?”
“Caleb,” the tall-brown haired man replied, a grin that was all earnestness and too-bright teeth. “Honored to meet you!”
His voice had always been a little too high, like he was trying too hard to sound cheerful. His eyes, though, were honest. It made you think he wouldn’t cause trouble. He was the perfect roommate for months: the grocery runs, the way he’d stack things neatly in the fridge, the dishes he always, bafflingly, washed without being asked. He did the small, useful things that make shared living tolerable.
He didn’t cause trouble. At all.
Until recently.
Now your mind keeps replaying every minor interaction with those purple eyes as if you could find the exact second the whole arrangement turned sideways.
His bedhead is slamming wildly against your shared wall. Again.
You press your nails into the palms of your hands and try to breathe slow. You could kill him.
You’re fairly sure you could kill him when another over-the-top moan slides through the plaster and floors and into your skull. Six feet something Caleb is apparently capable of producing sound effects that belong in a drama studio.
“For the love of God,” you mutter, sitting up on your bed. “Couldn’t he at least, move his bed away from the shared wall? Or schedule the symphonies for…” you glance at the red-glowing digits on your nightstand. 1:00am. “…hours that aren’t to sleep.”
Your pillow is already half off the bed as you bury your face in it to muffle the sounds. Sex couldn’t be thatgood, you think, as another thump reverberates like a strange, patient earthquake.
You clamp the pillow over your ears harder—but it’s no use. You can still hear a rhythm, distant but steady, and beneath it, the tiny, infuriating detail: Caleb’s laughter, bright and boyish, cutting through.
That sound snaps whatever polite restraint you’d been patching together into sharp little pieces.
You fling the pillow aside. Tights twisting, heart pounding, you march out of your room and aim straight to his.
You don’t hesitate, you raise your fist and knock so hard the cheap wood answers back with a hollow thud. “Do you know what time it is, for fuck’s sake?!” you bark, voice raw and flat with fury.
No answers come.
The only thing that tells you you’ve been heard is the groan of the mattress like an old ship settling. And for a ridiculous, furious second you consider that this could be your victory.
You already picture yourself trudging back to your bed, collapsing, sleep swooping—
The door swings open before you can celebrate.
Caleb stands there in the doorway, half-naked and annoyingly unbothered, a pillow strategically pressed to hide whatever decency remains.
“What the—” escapes you, but it dies in your chest when your eyes sweep his room: clothes in a chaotic spill, a lamp askew, and a girl sprawled over his bed. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets when you notice several used condoms on the floor.
Heat stabs your face—not from embarrassment but from acute, stupid fury. And maybe… arousal.
Caleb tilts his head, amused. He doesn’t look remotely embarrassed too—even though, he should be. He smirks, that infuriating, cocky half-smile that says he knows exactly what he’s doing and doesn’t care.
“Wanna join?” he says, the words sliding out with casual malice
You feel your jaw tighten until it hurts. “Are you kidding me?” you snap. “It’s one in the morning, you inconsiderate—” your voice drops venomous. You step forward until you’re a breath from him. “Do you even own a clock? Decency??”
He laughs, leaning into the doorway to be a smug silhouette and hiding the girl’s quivering thighs. “Relax, you’re dramatic tonight. Go back to bed and stop being so uptight.”
Uptight.
Up.tight.
The word skitters off him like oil and echoes in your head. Your hands ball into fists at your sides. “Uptight, huh?” you spit. “You think I’m dramatic? You’re the one playing percussion with our shared wall like it’s the rehearsal for a porno.”
He blinks, still smiling. “We’re adults,” he says, as if it settles everything. “We do adult things.”
“Adults don’t keep other adults awake,” your eyes narrow at the sweat dripping down the side of his neck. “They respect shared spaces, Caleb. They respect roommates.”
“Noted,” he shrugs, dragging the word out, deliciously insincere. “But, maybe, next time you can join the fun instead of policing it.”
Your blood rushes. For a dizzy second you imagine saying the worst thing you can think of… and for another dizzy second you find yourself wondering if sex could really be that good, again. But this time with Caleb’s broad frame over you and—
You shake your head, biting your nails into your palm, trying as much as you can to tether yourself to earth. “You moved your bed against the wall on purpose,” you tell him, meeting his bright purple gaze. “Move it back. Or I’ll file a noise complaint and won’t be nice about it.”
He shrugs again, the pillow still pressed under his lower body. “I’ll think about it,” he takes a step back, and before turning away he tosses: “Thanks for the midnight visit. You always bring such energy, pipsqueak.”
Then, as if punctuation were unnecessary, he flashes you his round ass and doesn’t even bother to close the door.
“Talk of delirious conversation.” You talk through your teeth, returning to your room fluming harder than when you left.
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Next morning you’re gone before the sun even bothers to rise fully, slipping out of the apartment with your bag slung over your shoulder. No breakfast, no coffee, no ‘good morning.’ You don’t even give yourself the chance to hear if he’s snoring or not. You’re absolutely not in the mood to look at his deranged face after last night.
And Caleb? Oh, Caleb is disappointed. His eyes flutter open to an empty living room and the sound of your bedroom door firmly shut. No playful banter, no glaring, not even a muttered insult for him to feed off.
“That’s cold he mumbles into his pillow, rolling over with a groan. But then his expression shifts… “Well, at least this gives me plenty of time for my favorite hobby.”
He stretches like a cat, drags himself out of bed stark naked, and announces to absolutely no one, “PANTIES TOUUUUUUR!!” His voice booms through the apartment with an enthusiasm that belongs more to a game show host than a man living with another human being.
He marches to the laundry basket. Going to your cleaned clothes wasn’t an option—he wanted something freshly worn by you. He digs through it with the reverence of an archaeologist on the brink of discovery, lifting each piece of clothing one by one. A sock? Tossed aside. A hoodie? Boring.
His grin widens, boyish and filthy as he plucks up a delicate scrap of fabric.
“Ohhhhh, my sweet little roommate,” he croons, holding your laced little panties up in the air. He presses them to his face, inhaling, eyes rolling back. “Ah, smells like pure divinity,” he sighs.
He parades around the apartment with his prize, his bare feet slapping lazily against the floor. The pillows he’d used last night, and the crumpled sheets are already tumbling in the machine, sacrificed to the illusion of cleanliness, but this little trophy? This, he’s not letting go of.
He hums tunelessly as he twirls the fabric on his finger, the way someone else might spin car keys. When he flops onto the ouch, he does it with a dramatic groan, one arm thrown over his forehead, the panties clutched to his chest.
“Why’d you leave so early, huh?” he says out loud, talking to the ceiling. “You know I need my morning fix. A glare, a curse, a shove into the fridge door… anything!” he shifts suddenly upright, shaking the panties in accusation. “Don’t you get it, pipsqueak? I need you.”
His voice dips, carrying the filth that feeds his disturbed mind. “Even if it’s just to scream at me while I do this—”
muffling the sound directly against your panties. He presses his mouth hard to the fabric, kissing them. His lips drag along the lace, open-mouthed and hungry, leaving damp heat behind. He bites the edge gently, then sucks it between his teeth as it was your tongue.
His tongue was slow at first, but it quickly became rougher—obscene and sweet in his own way of savoring. He licks up the seam, hips twitching faintly as if his body can’t help responding.
His mouth isn’t moving with careful curiosity.
It’s confident.
The confidence of a man who’s done it before. Many times. Every motion has that practiced filthiness—the greedy inhale against the pantie, the way he turns it in his hands so he can mouth at the gusset more deeply, dragging his lips over it again and again.
His breath turns ragged the longer he goes. His free hand slips down without hesitation, wrapping around his cock and dragging it out hard and heavy, flushed to a painful red. The obscene sound of his pre-cum lubing him up fills the quiet apartment as he fists himself with desperate speed, sloppy—just raw need.
“Fuuuck—” he gasps against them. “That’s it… that’s so fucking good…” His tongue pushes through the lace again, lapping at the damp seam like he could taste you on it if he worked hard enough. He drools onto the fabric without shame, saliva soaking in and smearing across his face, making it stick wetly against his skin. He laughs — cracked and manic — his hips bucking into his own fist, precum spilling over his knuckles and dripping down his shaft.
He shuts his eyes tight, grinding the panties harder into his face, biting the fabric like he wants to eat it whole. His voice is broken as it pours out between clenched teeth: “Fuck—fuck, give it to me… give me that smell… oh god, I fucking need it.”
He strokes faster—the wet slap of his cock in his hand, the snuffling sorts against the lace, the breathless whines breaking out of his throat is a filthy mixture echoing around the apartment.
It’s disgusting.
The kind of feral, degrading ritual of a man who’s done this way too many times, who’s ruined too many pairs of your underwear in exactly this way.
When he finally spills, it’s violent. No less. Hot cum is spilling over his red hand, his naked stomach, his pants. He jerks and bucks until it streaks across the couch cushion beneath him too, the mess soaking into the fabric. His moan rips out of him raw and guttural, teeth sinking into the gusset, smearing it with spit.
And when he collapses back, chest heaving, he’s grinning—completely satisfied. He drags the panties down from his face, strings of spit clinging, then presses one last sloppy kiss right to the soaked crotch.
And as if it couldn’t get any filthier, Caleb puts the pantie on his own mess, cleaning himself the best he could before bringing back the fabric to his tongue.
He moans, savoring the sour-salty taste of his own mess mingled with the faint ghost of your scent.
“Perfect,” he pants. “So perfect, you have no idea…”
He lays there in the wreckage, cum cooling on his skin, panties balled in his fist.
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It’s late when you finally make it home. The hallway is quiet, the kind that makes you hope Caleb’s already asleep. You unlock the door slowly, bracing yourself, praying you won’t see him sprawled on the couch, smirking.
Or worse.
The second you step inside, you heart it. The worse.
A laugh, his laugh, floating from his bedroom. And then another sound follows: the high-pitched giggle of a girl. Thin walls don’t lie.
You stop in the entryway, keys clutched too tight in your hand. Already your stomach is knots. Of course he has someone in there. Just like every single night in the last two weeks. And of course, he’s doing this at the exact same time you come home.
You’re starting to think he’s doing this on purpose.
And right on cue, as if summoned, his voice carries through the drywall. It’s loud and exaggerated, dripping with smugness. “Ohh, fuck, yeah. Just like that. Open your mouth wider. . . Yeahhh, gooood.”
A wet, gagging sound follows, timed so well it makes you flinch. You move stiffly past his door, jaw clenched, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But the second you drop your bag beside your bed with a heavy thud, you freeze.
Your whole body jolts with heat—fury, embarrassment, something sharper. You bite your lip hard until you taste copper.
The sounds keep going. Sloppy sucking, choked moans, his voice praising filthily between chuckles. And the damn headboard thudding at what seems an animalistic rhythm.
“That’s it, baby… take it… take it all.” He groans so loud it rattles in your teeth. “Mmm, fuck, my roommate’s probably red as a tomato right now. Cute little thing.”
You slap your hands over your ears, pulse hammering, face burning. You can’t tell what’s worse—that he’s doing it to taunt you, or that some ugly, humiliating part of you is reacting at all.
Your thighs rub together in frantic little shifts, desperate friction against nothing. Your chest rises and falls too fast, nails biting into your sheets. You hate it—hate that your body is betraying you while his voice keeps bleeding through the wall, gravelly and hot, every word landing right between your legs.
“Just like that,” he growls out loud. And you swear it’s for you to hear. Not even for the girl he seems to fuck senseless. “You’re such a good slut.”
Your stomach drops. Your throat burns. But something in you snaps.
Your hand slips between your thighs before you can stop it. Shaky fingers drag over your underwear, already embarrassingly damp. The shame is instant, but the relief of pressure makes you whimper before you can choke it back. You circle your clit in tiny, frantic movements, shallow and light, terrified of making noise.
Your breath stutters against your pillow, sharp little gasps swallowed into cotton.
It’s just stress. Just so I can sleep, you lie to yourself.
You bite down on the sheet the second your fingers slip under the fabric and graze your clit directly. Your whole body seizes. He can’t know. He can’t.
You clamp your thighs tighter, slick and messy as your fingers move faster, louder, the obscene sound wetting the air. Shame curls molten in your belly, burning through you, and still, you can’t stop.
And unfortunately, it’s not enough. You’re too wound up, too far gone—too fucked out on his voice. You reach under the bed blindly, tugging out the vibrator you swore you’d never need because of him.
But here you are.
The hum fills the room, loud to your ears, and you panic—you shove a pillow over it and grind the toy against your sensitive part anyway. The pleasure hits hard, back arching at the electric shock. It rips through you so fast you moan before you can stop yourself.
Mortification shreds through you. You clap a hand over your mouth, tears pricking your eyes, but your hips are rolling against the vibrator like they have a mind of their own. Your fingers slide inside you, messy and needy, fucking yourself in time with the rhythm of skin slapping on the other side of the wall.
His rhythm.
His game.
The thought makes you burn.
You’re writhing above the sheets, a soaked, pathetic mess, shame and want tangled until you can’t tell one from the other. Every wet squelch of your fingers, every buzzing grind of the toy is louder than your heartbeat.
“That’s it,” Caleb’s voice cut through everything. It’s husky and curling right into your ear, halting your frantic movements. “Be louder for me, pipsqueak.”
Your heart slam in against your ribcage. Mortification chokes you, but it only fuels the need clawing under your skin. You grind down against the toy, your slick fingers working yourself open, sobs catching in your chest as shame pools hot in your gut. Tears sting your eyes, blurring your vision, soaking your pillow.
You’re so lost in everything; your mind doesn’t wonder why he’s calling after you instead of the girl he’s supposedly fucking.
Because right now, it feels like he’s inside your room. Inside your head. Inside you.
The headboard on his side slams again, so hard your wall rattles, perfectly in rhythm with the frantic buzzing between your legs. His voice comes again, ragged this time, like he’s getting off just from hearing you break. “Mmm, I can hear it, you know. The way you’re dripping all over your sheets. Filthy little roommate can’t even help herself.”
A strangled cry tears from your throat—you shove your face into the pillow, body arching, thighs shaking around the vibrator. The pressure building inside you is unbearable, so sharp it borders on pain.
Your fingers curl deep, your wrist aching, the toy grinding ruthless against your clit, and you realize in some distant, horrified corner of your mind that not only you’re timing yourself with the endless slam of his bed but also his voice.
Every word he spits through the wall makes you go faster, harder.
“God, you sound so pretty when you fall apart,” he groans, and this time it feels real. Not a performance nor a show. It feels it’s just for you and only you. “Cum for me. Right now.”
Heat detonates inside you, violent and overwhelming, your orgasm ripping through you with a force that makes your vision go white. You convulse against your bed, sticky and soaked, your thighs squeezing the toy so tight it squeals against your skin. Slick gushes down your hand, coating your fingers, the sound of it obscene in the room.
It doesn’t stop.
Wave after wave, it keeps crashing into you.
And through it all, you recall little pants following with a single broken growl.
And just as you think you can breathe again, his voice drifts through, soft and poisonous, curling into the rawest part of you: “Sweet dreams, pipsqueak.”
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The shower runs longer than it should. Scalding water, steam filling the bathroom, your hands scrubbing your skin raw as if you can erase what happened last night. As if shame washes off as easily as sweat.
When you step out, your body is red from the heat, hair dripping, towel wrapped tight around you. You breathe deep, trying to calm the hammering in your chest.
You open the door—
“Well, well,” Caleb leans against the hallway wall, one shoulder propped, mug dangling in his hand, purple eyes cutting to you the instant you appear. His gaze sweeps down slow taking on your dripping hair, bare shoulders, towel clutched too tight against your damp skin, the thin strip of thigh peeking when you shift. “Morning really is good, huh?”
Your throat tightens. You grip the towel harder. “Move.”
His head tilts slightly, gaze lingering far too long where the terrycloth curves over your chest. “You always come out looking like this?” his voice drips, curling filth and amusement together.
Heat flares up your neck, traitorous and hot. You force your eyes anywhere but him—at the mug, the floor, anywhere. “Caleb,” you bite out, “I’m not doing this right now.”
“Mmm.” He steps closer. The air crackles, your pulse jumping, his grin widening. “Funny, ‘cause last night you were doing a lot.”
Your stomach plummets. The words hit like a punch, shame flooding hot in your chest. You want to scream, shove him. But instead, you choose to play his games. If you were going to feel shame, being humiliated… you wouldn’t be the only one.
You lift your chin, meeting his stare head-on. “And what about you?” your voice comes sharp. “Jacking yourself off like some creep in your room? Using some poor audio to make me think a girl was with you? Pfff, pathetic.”
Caleb freezes for the briefest flicker of a second, smile twitching at the edges—before he darts out his tongue, licking his bottom lip.
The tension spikes. His gaze doesn’t move from yours, but you feel it everywhere, crawling over your towel, tugging heat low in your stomach against your will.
Your fingers tighten around the fabric. You take a step forward at the same he does—your chests almost colliding, the air suddenly electric you find it hard to breathe. “You’re disgusting, Caleb. And if you think I’d ever let you touch me—” you let your eyes flick down to his mug, then back up, a sharp smirk of your own breaking through. “I’d rather pour that coffee over my crotch.”
For a moment, you expect another sly grin, another jab… but not seeing his arrogance draining from his voice and speaking with a voice that doesn’t sound like him anymore.
“You’re not really thinking that.” he says with such a petite voice… fragile.
It throws you off balance. Your smirk falters. “…What?”
He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. His purple eyes dart down your towel, then snap back up to your face with a desperation so naked it almost looks like panic. “Don’t say that…” he whispers. “Don’t—don’t say you’d never let me touch you.”
The heat in your stomach twists into something else. The sudden crack in him makes your grip on the towel tremble.
“You’re not serious,” you try, forcing sharpness into your tone, but it comes out thinner than you want.
But he shakes his head so hard his fluffy hair shifts, and the mug in his hand clatters against the wall when he sets it down too fast. He steps in closer, eyes wide and glassy.
“The fuck is happening,” you murmur to yourself, taking a step back.
“You think I’m teasing but… I need you.” the last words are almost screamed at your face. “I swear, you don’t get it, do you? I can’t—fuck—I can’t stand it when you look at me like you hate me, because I know—” his hand lifts halfway, then stop, trembling in the air as if touching you would be blasphemy. “—I know I’d ruin everything just to feel you once.”
Your throat dries. Your knees nearly lock. The sheer naked want pouring out of him knocks you back harder than any of his smirks ever could.
And then, before you can form a response, Caleb does something you never thought you’d see: he drops.
Straight down. His knees hit the hardwood with a dull thud, his head bowed for one second before snapping back up, eyes locked on you from below. The hallway light carves shadows into his face, but nothing can hide the wreck of him. His hands fist at his thighs, shaking with the effort of not grabbing your towel, not clutching your skin.
“Don’t tell me never,” he begs, voice breaking in a way you’ve never heard from him. “Say anything else, call me every name you want to, scream at me, hit me—fuck, pour the coffee if you have to. But don’t say I’ll never get to touch you.” his breath is ragged, almost delirious, his words tumbling too fast. He shakes his head, tears pricking up at the corner of his eyes. “Please, I’m just—I’m already half insane just imagining it.”
The towel feels unbearably heavy on your body now, every inch of exposed skin prickling under his stare.
Your fingers clutch tighter at the terrycloth, knuckles pale. Your mind screams to step back, to slam the bathroom door and lock him out forever. But your body? Your body leans forward.
And maybe he feels it—because his hands twitch, fists pressed to his thighs as if holding himself down. His breath is sharp, uneven, every inhale rattling like he’s starved of air.
“Caleb,” you whisper, half a warning, half a question.
He looks up at you with eyes that no longer gleam smug purple—they burn, wild and frantic. His jaw clenches, unclenches. He looks like he wants to crawl inside your skin just to be closer.
“You don’t… you don’t understand,” he rasps. “Every time you walk past me in that tiny shirt, every time you glare, every time you slam your door—I’m losing my mind. I jerk off just hearing you breathe in your room. I fuck my fist like I’m drowning, imagining what you’d sound like if I had you under me. I don’t even care if you hate me. I just want—” His voice cracks, his head dips against your stomach, forehead brushing the towel. “—I just want to touch you.”
“That’s lame.” you say down at him, but your voice isn’t steady.
He shudders and you catch the twitch under his short. It makes you all more confused. He is fucking turned on by you degrading him.
His hands lift, shaking, hovering close to your hips but no daring to land. His lips part, teeth grazing his bottom lip. “Call me whatever you want, truly.”
Your hand finds its way on his soft hair. You let your nails graze his scalp, tugging his head backward. “And what if I like watching you crawl?”
His laugh is wrecked, breathless. “Then I’ll crawl until my knees bleed if that’s what it takes.” He drags a ragged breath, eyes devouring you. “Don’t shut me out.”
The words hang heavy. You feel dizzy. Alive. Cornered.
Every single emotions fight in you, your thighs press together under the towel, and his gaze darts down instantly, catching the subtle motion.
His breath quickens. His hands finally land—barely, fingertips brushing against the towel’s edge like he’s asking permission without saying the words. He doesn’t pull. He just waits.
And it’s unbearable. The silence, his kneeling frame, your own pulse thrashing. You hear yourself speak before you mean to: “You’re disgusting.”
“Then let me be disgusting,” he begs instantly, no shame, voice cracking at the edges.
Your mouth dries. And that’s when his lips curl again, trembling this time with much less confidence than usual.
“Didn’t you enjoy last night?” his words drip into you, hitting the deepest part of you. “Just from me talking? From imagining me fucking you? Did you even imagine me fucking you?” His breath hitches, his voice breaking with need. “Tell me truth.”
Your jaw locks, your chest heaves—but the truth burns its way out of you anyway.
“…Yes.”
The word lands like a gunshot. His pupils blow wide, his chole body jolting as he’s been electrocuted. And then he’s closer, kneeling forward until his forehead pressed into your thighs.
“Then let me show you…” his hands clutch at the towel now, knuckles white. “Please, pipsqueak. Let me show you how much better it could be if you let me. I swear I’ll make you forget everything but me… fuck… just give me one chance.”
Your lungs tighten. You can feel the heat rolling off him, his mouth so close to your thigh that steam still clinging to your skin feels cold in comparison.
He leans in until his mouth is a breath from your thigh, inhaling the clean scent of your damp skin like it’s intoxicating him. “You don’t even know what you do to me,” he whispers, his forehead pressing lightly against your leg. “I’m on my knees for you, pipsqueak. I’ve been holding this back for months—” His thumb strokes an inch higher, over the edge of the towel, slow enough for you to feel the tremor in his hand.
“Are you… clean?”
He nods hard. “Yeah... I mean yes. I take tests every couple of weeks. I swear, I even have the papers with me. I—” he starts to lift himself from the ground but your other hand clamp tight around his shoulder the other still buried on his hair.
“That’s okay. I believe you.” your breath stumbles. Your thighs spread just wide enough before you say: “Go ahead.”
He surges forward. His lips crash against your inner thigh in a fevered kiss, hot and wet, the sound of it obscene in the quiet hallway.
His big hands slip higher, finally peeling at the knot of your towel, tugging it loose to let it slide down your body. It crumples uselessly to the floor, and Caleb groans like he’s been handed salvation.
“Fuck,” he hisses against your skin, kissing higher, higher, his teeth scraping lightly. “Been dreaming about this—” another kiss, wetter this time, “—about tasting you—” his tongue drags along the sensitive skin, “—losing my mind between your thighs.”
Your knees nearly buckle, but his grip steadies you, pinning your hips to the wall. He noses shamelessly against your heat. He inhales you, taking on your raw scent and it’s damn better than your panties.
“Gonna ruin me, pipsqueak,” he rasps, lips brushing right where you throb most. “And I’m gonna love every second of it.”
His nose nudges your pubic bones as he kisses your clit delicately. Just his hot lips grazing your sensitive part in such a loving way your heart stumbles even more. He opens his mouth slowly, wrapping around your soft lips, creating a sloppy succession until you whimper above him. His hands slide further back, palms rough against the backs of your thighs, dragging you closer to his mouth until you’re trapped between him and the wall.
He moans into you, vibrating against your flesh. His tongue flicks out, trembling as if he’s holding himself back, but the tremor only makes the stroke more uneven and hungrier. He drags it up one side of your folds, down the other, then circles your clit, open-mouthed.
“Fuck, yes…” he mumbles into your skin, the words a hot breath you feel more than hear. “This is what I wanted. This is all I thought about. You… you taste better than I dreamed—”
He breaks off, groaning low, hands sliding up to cup your ass, kneading roughly. He pulls you impossibly closer, flattening his tongue, lapping long and slow, then sealing his mouth around your twitching nub. Your vision blurs in instant, your fingers gripping harder his hair.
He pulls back, chin already shining with your essence, the pretty shade of violet almost drowned under the hungry black of his pupils. “Should we—should we take this further? Up to your room?” his grip is bruising on your thighs.
“Yes, Caleb.” Your breath comes ragged, syncing with his.
In one motion, Caleb rises on his feet, strong arms scooping you up. Your legs hook around his waist on instinct, your cheek finding its place against his shoulder as he carries you down the short hallway. His heartbeat drums against your chest, quick and uneven.
He lowers you slowly onto the sheets, bracing himself on either side of your head, his necklace swinging loose, threatening to tangle in his shirt. His voice comes rough but quiet, trembling at the edges. “Might I kiss you? Please?” His breath is hot against your flushed skin, eyes flicking between your lips and your gaze.
And you’re so tired of him always asking—of hesitation, of the restraint. You grab the back of his neck and crash your lips against his. The sound he makes is something lower, rawer, unnamable—a noise that shakes straight through you both.
Your tongue slides along his bottom lip, tasting yourself on him, salt and heat all over taste buds. His hands slide up your sides, fingertips tracing fire wherever they go.
He nudges your legs apart, slotting himself between your thighs, the press of him thick through his clothes. His left hand slides up, cupping your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbones as his tongue parts your lips and claims the kiss fully.
“Caleb,” you break the kiss, panting onto his mouth, a string of spit linking you both. “Don’t be soft. I don’t want that.”
He snaps his eyes to you, searching your face. “…What—”
“Be yourself, want you whole.” You whisper, grinding shamelessly on his bulge.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” His hands trace a slow path along your skin, leaving behind sparks that make it hard to breathe. His breath skims your collarbone; his words are a ghost against your pulse. “But as the lady wishes.”
He gets on his knees between you, getting rid of all his clothes—except his boxer. You twitch from anticipation.
His large hands roam your body, playing with your tits. He pinches them and turn them on his thumbs before his teeth close around it, tongue swirling and mouth clamping. While the other plays with the softness of the untouched one.
He leaves it with spit and glistening, he smirks—proud of him. He fumbles at his underwear, palming his hardened length, hot breaths contrasting with his cold necklace on your burning skin.
He removes the only remaining thing keeping you on edge, and your eyes instantly widen. His cock is flushed and wet at the tip—pre-cum already drippling down his shaft. A long vein is lustfully pronounced from the base of his cock to the underside of his mushroom tip.
Your mouth waters at the thought of him filling you completely—that delicious curve of him hitting your spots.
Leaning closer, he presses against you, letting you feel every rough contour. The tension between you stretches taut, the room silent except for your ragged, shared pants.
Your eyes drop, tracing the thick, throbbing length before you—stopping just beneath your bellybutton. It’s impossibly large, and the sight makes your hips buck instinctively, your clit brushing against the coarse pubic hair at its base.
“One little, greedy thing we have here,” he mocks, but the flush in his cheeks betrays him. “You will take all this, just fine, right?”
You answer without words, grinding harder against him, the friction sending sparks through both of you. Pre-cum slicks your lower stomach, and you coat his balls in a warm, wet sheen.
Caleb wraps his hand around himself, slapping his cock roughly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your thighs tremble, your back arches, and your cunt clenches around nothing—it’s already enough to make you shiver.
But not for too long.
He lines his cock up at your entrance, pushing in sloooowly. Letting you feel every thick ridge, every vein pulsing along your hot walls. You find support on his strong back, nails digging crescents moon, your eyes rolling back from the stretch alone.
“That’s riiiight,” he pants into your ear, tongue darting out to lick your earlobe. “Let this pretty pussy take me all. You’re doing sooo good.” And Caleb might just as well be delirious now. Your cunt is spasming endlessly around him. The more he pushes, the more your cream coats him, dripping down onto his balls.
Once he bottoms out, he’s on the verge of cumming hot ropes in your womb. The sensation is exquisite. His cock, beautifully and incredibly, wrapped in your warm, soft walls sponging him like in a dream.
His biceps are bulging, veins tracing down his forearms as lifts himself above you. He presses your thighs up to your chest, forcing his dick impossibly deeper in your heaven.
The chain of his necklace brushes your face. Your eyelids feel heavy but you fight to keep them open, too gone on the full stretch he’s giving you, fuckin’ thick veins grazing your sweetest spots.
“C-caleb,” you whimper, voice ragged as you speak. “M-move—that’s so good and—mghn… not enough—” tears are sliding down your cheeks, feeling his cock hardening even more inside you.
“Pipsqueak,” he growls, his rough palms circle the back of your thighs, taking leverage as he slides out. The sudden release of stretch makes you cry out, hips chasing him unconsciously. “You’re insane…”
And in a strong, sharp thrust he’s back deep inside you, pushing the air out of your lungs. The cold necklace hitting your chin on the way.
“Fuck—!” your voices harmonizing.
“S-such a fuckin’ tight pussy,” he pants, sweat glinting along his temple. You can’t hold back—your tongue darts out, licking him clean, desperate to taste every inch.
That’s when Caleb loses all restraint. Every ounce of control shatters as he rams into you brutally, the bed creaking beneath the force. You moan, loud and unrestrained, drowning in the pleasure he drives into you.
He angles his hips so each time he pulls out, he swollen tip of him drags along your G-spot, making your walls clamp down harder. An obscene white creamy ring circles his cock already, slick all over his happy trail and thighs.
And he’s so drowned in this obscene scene playing before him. With your mouth falling onto a prefect O, your nails likely to leave red marks on his back, your cunt greedily sucking him in. Caleb couldn’t help but animalistically rut into you, dragging more and more sounds from deep in your chest.
“Stick out your tongue,” he orders.
Fuzzy-headed, desperate, you obey instantly, letting your tongue slide out to him. He gathers a generous drop of spit and lets it fall onto your eager mouth. “Swallow it. Like a good girl,” he commands.
You obey, lips closing, eyes squeezed shut, swallowing the hot, sticky liquid.
He folds you harder in half, until your knees are touching your ears. His balls slap and slap against your ass, stimulating you and driving you deeper in the abyss of pleasure. Your vision blurs, white on the edge as the perfect curve of his cock hits the deepest part of you.
His palm travels down your belly, right where he’s bulging hard in your tummy. He presses heavily on the filthy mark he’s leaving.
You feel helpless under his strong frame, mindlessly twitching and moaning under his rough assault. All you’re good at now, is taking his cock just the way he wants you to.
“I’m allll the way up here,” he says darkly, pressing his palm with the right amount to have you squirming. “You’re going to cum, ain’t you?” he teases, but he’s not better. His cock swells hard in your tight walls, bullets of pre-cum filling you. His teeth grit, arms bulging as he holds you down.
“You’re squeezin’ me sooo good,” he bites his bottom lip, his happy trail brushing against your neglected clit, sending sparks through your already fried nerves. He licks a filthy, possessive path from the base of your throat to your lips—muscles taut, sweat coating his brow, the sound of your pornographic moans feeding the fire in him.
“Oh—Oh! Fuck, like that—jus’, fuuuuck!” you try to finish your sentence but it’s no use. Your brain short-circuited from the relentless pounding. Every nerve, every thought, every ounce of control melted away long ago. There’s only you, being fucked raw by his monstruous cock and stamina.
“Y-yeah… got you. Cum for me,” he says love-sick. He stiffens, whimpering as his own climax builds.
Your body spasms violently, cunt clenching. Your walls milk him for all he got, white-hot waves of pleasure crashing through you. Heat, wetness, and the smell of him fill your senses, every nerve ending alive, every inch of you surrendered.
He fucks you harder, plunging deeper. The bed shakes, the air vibrates with your cries and his guttural noises, both of you locked in a rhythm of feral pleasure. His arms tremble, his chest heaving, as he finally tips over the edge—spilling into you.
Even as he comes, he doesn’t pull back. He keeps thrusting, keeping you suspended on the edge of raw, animalistic bliss.
18+ pilot!caleb keeps his balaclava on as he fucks his post-graduation stress into you
there's something so unbelievably filthy in the darkness of mystery - intoxicating, even. not being able to perceive, see what lays beneath the faint veil of the unknown is a deranged form of torture you never thought you'd enjoy.
but, 'seeing' the cloaked shadows of pleasure adorn the thick, ribbed texture of the balaclava makes every truth you held about yourself feel incredibly frail.
a thin sheen layer of sweat clings to his skin, making his military gear cleave to his searing flesh. hefty, gloved hands clench around the back of your thighs - firmly keeping you in place as his hips ram at a desperate pace against yours. deep, guttural moans cascade like sins out of his mouth, muffled and utterly silenced by the textured cage of his mask. in a sloppy, ungraceful motion, his lips part - making you whine and tremble as the dim, shadowy outline of his open mouth moulds across his disguise.
"me," you mewl, suctioning your bottom lip in between the torturous grasp of your teeth. intaking a sharp, almost painful breath your roll your hips against pelvis, smiling like a crazed freak, as the velvety pads of your thumb circled and sweetly traced the plump, undefined silhouette of his agape mouth. "eyes on me, gege — fuck! — look down at me, please"
caleb's violet tinted orbs rolled, like melted butter, in the back of his skull at the vulgar undertones of your request. "shiit, baby" his fingers marched over the quivering path of your spine, tangling like fierce intruders into the silky depth of your hair. "you want me to look at ya? fuck, pips. you got me — mh, nngh! mind body and fucking soul"
you nod along with his words, your eyes fluttering shut at the syrupy, candied depth of his confession.
"oh, that's it, baby" he coos, drilling his cock impossibly deeper inside your puffy cunt. "melt for me, c'mon. I've got ya"
"caleb . ." you whine, crashing your lips against the heavyweight texture of his balaclava. urgently searching for his mouth - you moaned into the 'kiss' as his lips vehemently ground against yours.
"oh, fuck" his tongue darts out of his mouth, colliding with the faint, undefined outline of yours in a damp, wicked dance. "that's so fucking hot — holy shit!" his hips falter. his thrusts abruptly stuttering, as the pain blends right with the pleasure, the second you sink your teeth into the feeble silhouette of his bottom lip. "fuckfuck! — what's gotten into you? — shit, oh shit, pips — 'm begging you, let me kiss you — please! fuck, pleasepleaseplease"
a pleased grin spreads across the rosy, engorged flesh of your lips.
slipping two fingers past the hem of his mask, you hook the material in between your digits, swiftly dragging it away from his mouth. the balaclava follows the smooth path designed by your fingers, moving further and further down his face.
the mask now lays, like the richest of silks, over his eyes - exposing the glossy, quivering shape of his lips to your famished gaze.
you tease him - feeling the ghost of your approaching release draw soft, tender circle over your swollen clit - grazing your lips over his, making him whine and helplessly buck his hips into you.
"please, need to feel you before I walk back on stage — fucking please!"
you obliged his pleading demands, pushing both your index and middle fingers past the his lips. watching him with inhumane gluttony, as he comes undone for you - sucking and drooling around your pretty fingers.
STARRING: commercial pilot!caleb x flight attendant!reader
synopsis: linkon's best airline has brought in skyhaven's best pilot for an overnight flight. you haven't seen or heard from him in years. you both have your individual duties to serve but with rising altitudes, tension, temptation, and desire will always follow suit.
warnings: porn with plot, light angst and comfort, dry humping, public sex, mile high sex, body worship, dirty talk, hair pulling, handjob, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh fucking, inappropriate use of evol, edging, marking, sloppy fuckin sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, you guys are freaks but freaks that love each other <3.
wc: 5,8k
a/n: have some angst! I'm joking, here's another 'leb fic!
MINORS DON'T INTERACT!
"Is that him?" Is the endless question you hear, from the briefing to the trip through the airport, to the preparations for the passengers to enter the aircraft.
Is that him. Is that Caleb.
Caleb, Skyhaven's best pilot. Caleb, the ex-fighter pilot turned commercial pilot for unknown reasons. Caleb, your one and only who you haven't seen in years.
Not since he graduated from the DAA. That was the last time you saw him. From his lack of contact and radio silence increasing from weeks to months, you had brought yourself to assume he was dead.
So, for you to see that he's more than alive and well... it irks you.
That being said, you have a job that you've worked hard for since he disappeared. You are chief flight attendant for Linkon Air, and that position didn't come easy. It took five years of fighting for it to honour Caleb in his alleged disappearance- even in the moments where you were tempted to quit and walk away.
Now that he's back, your world has tipped on its axis.
Leaning on the wall between the crew deck and the business class cabin you watch your subordinates prepare each seat for the incoming passengers, fluffing cushions, cleaning away any excess trash from the previous flight, and ensuring everything is in place.
Caleb and his co-pilot, Gideon (another missing person you knew), are expected to get to the plane at any minute. They're expected to see you again.
Despite the anger, the reminiscing, despite it all, you find your fingers fumbling with jittery nerves. Sharp pangs strike your chest every time you recall his smiles, his eyes, his hands, his touch, the joy you shard with him, and the pain from not hearing from him for years.
You're burning with anger, weeping with the remnants of your pain, and jittery with hope. Hope to restart, or even continue from where you left off.
"Chief," One of your subordinates snap you out of your thoughts. 'Chief' was a title you earned as a joke but your coworkers have made a habit of using it as a term of endearment and respect. What can you say? You do a good job.
"The pilots. They're here." Fuck everything you just told yourself. There's only fear.
You will yourself to walk to the front entrance, watching them ascend the stairs, wind flowing through their blazers like a gentle kiss goodbye from the elements.
You'd recognise him any day. You've studied him to the atom. He's changed.
His hat rests in his hand with a small suitcase. A shaded pair of glasses sits on his face perfectly, protecting his eyes from the cruel blaze of the sun. He's smiling. You hadn't seen that smile in so long.
As he draws closer to you, you force yourself to swallow your nerves and clench and unclench your fists in the hopes of grounding yourself. It's definitely making you notice he's much more muscular. And taller. And more handsome–
His hands remove his glasses as he reaches you and that does it. If not for your need to maintain professionalism you would have burst into tears. Those beautiful sunset eyes are exactly the same. Radiant, shining, and brimming with stories of you and him.
His smile trembles as his eyes dart all over your face, almost like he couldn't believe that you're here. His grip on his hat tightens.
Sharply breathing through your nose, you serenely smile as you would when interacting with passengers. "Welcome to Linkon Air, gentlemen." You step aside to grant them access to the aircraft. "It is a pleasure to work alongside you."
You smooth down your skirt as they walk by giving their thanks. Your eyes dart to the air traffic controllers out of habit, ensuring everything is in order. They have a pattern that you've learned to track since there'd always be a ton of time before prepping for passengers to arrive.
Although it's likely been minutes since you scanned the roadway, you feel a pair of familiar eyes burning right into your back.
The flight (at least for the first few hours) goes relatively smoothly. You got sleep after takeoff, since your previous flight exhausted you. Your team worked diligently, leaving you with light work as you switched shifts for the second half of the flight.
The sun has been setting from what you've seen doing your rounds checking on the passengers in the economy and business cabins. By the time you get back to your deck, the stars begin to speckle the endless horizon.
Carrying your habits from your university days, the first thing you do is make a cup of coffee as strong as it can get over tens of thousands of metres above ground. The cardboard cup in your hand unexpectedly brings back a flood of memories. Memories of your younger days.
Memories of Caleb.
Tremors build as the aircraft reaches the higher through the clouds as the sky completely darkens, leaving you with the stars and the blinking lights of the wings. Turbulence is about to strike the plane— hopefully there aren’t any screamers on this flight.
You slowly sip your caffeinated paradise considering whether you should wait for the mini turbulence to calm or to ride it out to serve meals to the passengers. Anything to distract you from him for the time being. Just enough to get the job done.
The soft push of the door behind you send your shoulders twitching into tension but you keep your gaze right ahead. Your grip on the counter is tight enough to make your knuckles go pale against your skin.
“You look good as chief.” Your eyes flutter shut, instantly sinking into familiarity and warmth. His voice. His damned voice.
“You look good alive.” Your tone is gruffer than anticipated. You almost feel bad.
You can hear his footsteps get louder as he draws near you. Closer and closer until he’s right behind you, towering over you. “I’m–“
“Sorry?” You huff, chugging down what remains of your coffee. “I would have probably taken that five years ago. Probably. But you've said nothing. Nothing!” Your voice falls into a hushed shriek to avoid catching the attention of the attendants serving the food through the business cabin.
Caleb’s gloved hand swiftly closes the curtains to separate you both from the cabin, at least in terms of sight. His hand slowly trails down until it’s just a twitch away from your own. “I was assigned to join the Fleet for off-planet missions.” He informs you in a hushed tone, almost too professional and commandeering for your liking. "I didn't have a choice."
“Really now, cadet?” You scoff, almost tempted to roll your eyes just like you used to whenever you didn’t believe the things he’d say.
“Colonel.”
“That high up in the ranks, huh?” Considering the limit of space you have, you aim to toss the cup into the bin and hit it perfectly inside. “In a span five years too, very realistic.”
“Maybe we should stop dancing around in this pettiness.” You can almost hear the exasperation in his voice. And the smallest sliver of desperation.
“Perhaps you’d find it hard to be familiar with someone you assumed was dead for five years—“ You hiss as you attempt to side step away from him, only for his other hand to slam down on the counter, holding you in place.
A warm draft hits your neck directly from his breath touching your skin for the first time in so, so long. “I didn’t have a choice, pips.”
“I…” Damn him and his warmth for making you start to forget your anger. “I don’t believe you.”
“How can I get you to believe in me?” He whispers, lips nearing your skin. Hot shivers run straight down your spine. Your head leans towards him out of instinct, so familiar and natural. “Tell you classified information? What the Fleet has been doing outside of public knowledge?”
His hand rests on top of yours, warm to the touch and gentle in grip. “Didn’t you get my letters?” His lips ghost over your ears. You can almost hear the tinge of hurt in his words. “Like the ones we used to send each other back when we were kids?”
Letters? You hadn’t gotten anything. When you visited your grandmother to ask if she received any correspondence she would always say no— oh.
“She got rid of them.” You finish your thought out loud. Even if you looked they’d likely be ashes before you get home.
“Of course.” The plane’s floor rumbles with his brewing agitation. He doesn’t even want to think about what that old woman was doing to prevent the two of you from having contact for all those years. But you’re here with him, and that’s all that matters. He’s more than ready to spend the next five years grovelling for your forgiveness.
“Caleb,” His eyes flutter shut at his name leaving your lips. There’s no anger, no resentment, only that familiar reverence you two used to share. “You sent letters?”
“Every single day.” You feel his head drop into the junction between your shoulders and neck, fitting just right. “Even when I thought I was going to be trapped in Deepspace, I wrote letters in paper, sent transmissions, did everything I thought would reach you. But since she destroyed them all—“
Caleb pauses in his tracks, deeply inhaling your scent through the thick layers of your uniform. Through the perfume foreign to his senses and the familiar smell of fabric softener, there you were. His favourite aroma, the only one keeping him sane (mind you, his only other source was your hoodie and pair of panties which obviously didn’t last him five years worth of sniffing).
“Doesn’t matter,” He grumbles, voice muffled by your clothes. “You’re here. I’m here. And I’m not gonna disappear on you again. Not if I can do anything about it.”
Trembles strike the plane again before you can respond; this time more violent. Loud cries echo from beyond the curtain separating you and the passengers as the turbulence topples your balance. You both jerk forward, pressed uncomfortably against the counter, holding on for dear life.
“Must’ve been a while since you had air turbulence, huh?” You grin to yourself, feeling how tight his grip on your hand is. His knuckles are practically turning white. “Space didn’t prepare you for that did it?”
Caleb makes no response other that a suppressed choke. “Caleb?”
The aircraft trembles again pushing you closer together, so much so that you can feel something very hard prodding you from behind. Very hard. Familiarly hard.
You hadn't felt it in so long, your body can't help but respond intuitively. You lean into him, arching your back as he's pushed closer to you. It's as if he's constantly orbiting you in an endless gravitational pull.
Neither of you try to pull away. It's all too familiar and you don't want to run away from the very thing you haven't had in years.
His length strains against the confines of his pants, accentuating its girth and the aggressive throbbing on your core. The turbulence brings your hips into a shaky rhythm moving back and forth, grinding on each other and bringing your minds into a complete haze.
"Pips–" Caleb groans into your shoulder in a sore attempt to conceal his noises. The commotion in the passenger cabins rise as your subordinates urge them to remain calm. There is no way any of them would think to come in your direction– hopefully none of them will try.
A moan slips through your lips as his hips grind up against you in that exact delicious way he used to do it back then. Back when you had all the time to yourselves. When you had each other.
Heat pools at your core, turning your legs to jelly. His head is buried in the crook of your neck, subjecting him to your scent that hasn't changed despite the years. Still that enamouring smell that always drove him insane.
You could stay like this forever, in his hold, in this state as dangerous as it may be. For as long as you need to so long as you can live in the knowledge that Caleb will never leave again. You'd do everything to make sure of that.
"Caleb!" Gideon yells through the muffled door of the cockpit, snapping you both out of your trance. "Get back here!"
Caleb sharply inhales before pulling himself away from you, stumbling back with a ramble of apologies.
"I'm sorry, I– I–" He shakes his head and swiftly turned to the cockpit. "Forgive me, I need to attend to my duties."
The door clicks shut, leaving you to stand in the aftershock of your deeds. You don't have the time to ponder and reflect, you need to do your job.
It doesn't take long to calm the passengers down. After handing out snacks, speaking to passengers, and tying the odd few to their seats with their own seatbelts all while trying to ignore the wetness pooling at your core, the turbulence finally calms.
You can't help but feel hot in your uniform. After that, there's no coherent thought apart from Caleb.
Caleb, Caleb, Caleb.
His scent. His touch. The way his lips automatically found your neck but did not kiss your flesh. The way his hips moved with yours– it wasn't just the tremors of the plane, you were both moving together. His cock was so damn hard you thought it would make his pants unzip on its own.
You close your eyes, shuddering at the memory. It's becoming increasingly hard to maintain composure. To stay professional. But you're practically shivering with need.
Every step you take rubs the soaked cotton fabric of your panties against your clit. Every touch on your skin sends hot shivers right down to your core. Merely hearing your colleagues swoon over Caleb makes your walls clench and your gut boil in brewing jealousy.
Such a shame they didn't get to see how he was practically losing himself just moments ago.
The feeling becomes almost unbearable. The need burning deep within you becomes too much to ignore. You have to talk to him. You have to do something.
You close your eyes and straighten your back. There's a few hours left of the flight. Most of your colleagues are sleeping in their cabins. You've completed your shift. Just a few more hours.
Your hand hovers over the door to the cockpit. You just need to knock. Simple as that.
Just as your fist is about to land on the door, it slides open.
"Oh, sorry!" Gideon apologises as he steps out. "Didn't mean to startle you. By the way, do you know where your colleague is? The short, cute one."
You raise your brow in suspicion. "For what reason?"
"Nothing." He quickly responds, shoving his hands into his pockets. From what you can recall, Gideon has always had a habit of hiding his hands whenever he lied.
"Right." You sarcastically nodded. "She's in the back. Alone." You step aside you let him go through the cabin. "Don't make too much noise. Some passengers are still awake."
He simply grinned and scurried off, practically skipping as he moved.
If Gideon isn't in there anymore, that means it's just Caleb. An open opportunity.
You look around you to make sure you're fully alone and without another thought you step inside and swiftly close the door behind you.
"You shouldn't be here." His voice shoots through you like wine engulfing your tastebuds. He's standing behind his chair, hand flipping through papers that you assume are flight directives.
"I have authorisation." You defiantly stand your ground.
"By what grounds?"
"This isn't the Fleet, Caleb." You cross your arms, leaning on the door. The pounding on your chest grows louder and louder the longer his eyes look straight into yours. "Things are different here."
Caleb's eyes flutter shut as he groans. His hands move to cover the growing tent in his pants. "Don't say that."
"Don't say what, Caleb?"
"Don't say my name like that."
You raise a brow in challenge. "Caleb." You step forward. "Caleb." This time you speak in a soft whine. "Caleb." Agression. "Caleb." Need. "Caleb, Caleb, Caleb–"
His hands hold your face and he backs you against the cockpit entrance, breath heavy with a familiar scent. The scent of restricted desire. You used to hate when he held himself back.
"I tried everything, pipsqueak, everything to reach you." Your eyes closed, hands mirroring his own by holding his face and stroking his skin. His freckles are still there. His pores that you used to poke are still there. His eyelashes are still there. The incision scar from his eyebrow piercing he had when you were younger is still there. Everything is still as it was.
"I never wanted to leave," He whispers. "I wanted to stay. I fought to stay."
"I believe you." You stroke his cheeks, staring deep into his eyes. "I forgive you. I..." You hesitate, afraid it's too soon to say. But you have nothing to lose. "I adore you still, desire you still. I want you."
Caleb's hands twitched as he glanced away from your gaze. "It's been years," He whispers, unable to unite his lips with your own. "I don't even know who you've–"
"I haven't." You reach to hold his face, gently stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. "It's always been you. Only you."
Caleb huffs a quiet laugh. "Your hands are still so soft." His fear melts into adoration, soothing his nerves. "So warm."
You lean up, finally pressing your lips on his. It almost feels like the first time. His lips are soft, reminding you of how you teased him into using more lip balm. He must have kept the habit.
His hands wander lower and lower until they reach your waist and the back of your neck, maintaining a gentle grip on you. Gentle becomes needy, and needy becomes intense.
Caleb moans into your mouth as your tongue slips through his lips, tasting him like a delicacy you hadn't had in years (which is true). His hands instantly drip to your ass, palming over your curves as his hips grind against yours to remind you of his needy hard on.
Your clit tingles with desperate need as your tongues move together, not for dominance but in the greatest form of reverence you can possibly muster. Your hand reaches down to his throbbing bulge, almost nervous to feel him once more. His hips jerk to your touch.
"Please, pips," He whimpers against your lips. Your skirt raises above your hips to grant him access to your soaked panties. "I need you."
You waste no time unbuckling his belt, lips still on his, to free his cock from its confines. You almost forgot how big he is. Your hand can barely wrap around him, for one. His sacks feel so heavy in your hands, making you imagine things you wouldn't dare dignify with words. Three veins travel up his length and end before they reach his reddened tip that's leaking drops of warm precum. You thumb his slit, covering your finger in his juices to bring out a string of moans that you've almost forgotten.
"Missed you," Caleb sputters, leaning down to attack your neck with hot kisses. His calloused fingers pull your panties aside to feel your arousal, collecting your juices until it's slick enough to rub your sensitive clit. "Missed this."
Your nails claw at his nape as your grinds turn into dry ruts, unable to coherently think of anything other than satiating your need for each other.
"Caleb," You moan into his ear, tongue slithering around his earlobe as his fingers finally sink into your pussy. "The plane–"
"Autopilot." His voice is slightly muffled from his lips sucking endless marks onto your skin. "Where's Gideon?"
"With a flight attendant," You grin to yourself. "They'll be busy for a while."
His chuckle sends warmth spreading through your body like nostalgic shock before he engulfs you in his embrace again, kissing you deep and hard until all you can think about is him.
His lips are gentle on yours, almost like he can't bring himself to believe that you're here with him. The context doesn't matter. The risk serves no meaning to him. All he wants... is you.
Caleb reluctantly pulls away from your addictive hold to catch his breath. The scent of mint fans your face as he breathes deeply with you. You can't help but lean closer to his lips, desperate to feel him again. And again. And again until you're sick of him.
But you never will be.
"I need you," You mutter using your free hand to free the skin of your neck for him to suckle and mark.
And he responds swiftly, teeth sinking into your flesh unlike all those other times where he'd gently tease and lick you. Now his nibbles have turned into full-on bites, leaving wet trails of his saliva as an additional mark to his ministrations.
"I've missed you so, so much," You choke on your whispers, feeling tears well in your eyes again. "You can't ever leave me like that again."
"I know," Caleb murmured as his lips pressed another loving peck on another lovebite he leaves on your skin. "I'll never leave you again. Never. Not if I can do anything about it."
Your hand rises from his chest to his hair to tug him back. His eyes roll back with a poorly swallowed groan. "Promise me." It's hard to concentrate with how close you two are, how his cock throbs and twitches in your hand, how your bodies respond to each other like clockwork.
"Promise you'll never leave again." You tug his hair harder, hoping it will emphasise your point. "I swear, I'll keep you by my side at all times if I have to–"
Caleb swallows your surprised moan as he latches his lips back onto yours. The last thing he wants you to do is spiral while you're with him. To worry about an impossible event. He will never leave. He'd kill anyone who tries to take him from you. And if he had to show you to prove himself, he'd do it without hesitation.
"I'll never leave you again. Never." He rasps, hips jutting into your hand unable to ignore the pulsating need that makes his cock leak so much. Just for you. "I promise."
Your clothes ruffle and come apart, piece by piece until your shirts are completely unbuttoned, skirt pulled up to the waist and pants pulled down just above the knee. Your nipples are poking out of your bra, hardened and sensitive and needy for his tongue to worship.
"I've missed your taste." His tongue swirls around your pebbles, drawing one into a gentle suckle while his free hand attends to your other nipple to pinch and fondle.
Your eyes flutter shut as your head hits the wall. Oh, how you've missed the feeling of him on you like this. A soft moan flows out of your lips, hips grinding in immediate response to his touch– his love.
Caleb moans into your skin as if he's the one being touched, hands fondling your mounds. His tongue lavers spit all over your cleavage, soaking you completely.
It is inappropriate to be doing this. You should be doing your rotation and checking on passengers. Caleb should be flying the damn plane and not leaving two hundred lives in the hands of autopilot. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. He wanted you. You needed each other.
And you wouldn't pass it up for the world– aviation laws be damned.
"I've missed how you feel," His lips wander lower as he brings himself to his knees. "How warm you are when you're with me. How you smile in the sun. You tight your pussy is when I'm deep inside you." His fingers, still pumping inside you slowly pull out to your dissatisfaction for him to taste.
"But I think I missed this the most." He closed his eyes, shamelessly moaning at your taste as soon as his fingers land on his tastebuds. "Fuck, pips. You don't know how crazy you make me feel."
He doesn't waste another second to taste you through the slight barrier of your panties– lace and red. Almost like the apples you used to eat together when you were younger. You both moan upon contact, your hands finding home in his hair and his mouth practically drooling.
"Caleb–" You whimper into your hand, worried that you'll make noise. The sun is beginning to rise on the horizon.
His tongue presses flat on your clothed clit, rolling the bundle of nerves around, checking if his old techniques were still valid to use. Your pleasured whimpers turned to soft moans as he eased your nerves with each flick of his tongue.
"You taste so divine." His hand reached down for his aching cock to stroke and tease.
His fingers circle around your entrance slowly and push deep into you in search for your sensitive core. It doesn't take long for the tip of his finger to push just the right spot, bringing your knees to a tremble.
His touch burned your flesh, sent shivers of warmth raging beneath your skin. It is endless, it's infinite, it's perfect.
You moan his name like a broken record, practically shivering with need and desire. You hook one leg over his shoulder, keeping his head in place with both your hands. His moans are muffled deep within your core as he tongues you relentlessly, desperate to give you as much as he can in a short pocket of time.
"Missed your tongue– missed your fucking tongue!" You whine. "Fuck, 'leb, I missed you so much– f-fuck– need you so bad!" Your hips rut up and down his face, lathering his face in your divine juices. You can tell Caleb it relishing in it, from the soft plapping sound coming from his hand working his cock.
"Look at you," You huff with a grin. He glances up with those sunset eyes of his completely glazed over with lust and desire. You brush his sweat-dampened cowlicks away from his forehead to stroke his skin with pure devotion. "Touching yourself for me when you should be flying this plane. Ruining me, devouring me. I want to do the same."
"Mmh," He groans into your pussy and pulls his tongue from you. "Not yet. When we land." He kisses your folds, practically making out with your pussy loud and sloppy. "Wanna take care of you, love you, give you what you've needed all these years."
He presses hot kisses up your body until he reaches your lips once more and slips his tongue right in for you to taste yourself. To relish in what drives him mad.
Your tongues dance a very familiar waltz that turns to a beloved tango, becoming more feverish, more needy, more reckless. His hands guide yours behind your back and turns you to face the door keeping you two separated from everyone outside.
"I want you right now." You both say simultaneously and laugh. For such a moment of debauchery, you would always find ways to laugh together. It's just like it was back then. You're glad, if anything.
Caleb tugs your panties further away from your core being more delicate than you expected. "For someone who used to steal my underwear, I'm surprised you haven't torn this pair."
"I intend on keeping it for myself." He grinned as he pressed another kiss on your neck. "For later use."
His cock rubs up and down and around your dripping pussy, tapping your sensitive clit with his cockhead, bumping it with every thrust as he lathers his length in your juices and his precum. "You're soaked, pips, yet you wrap around me so tightly. Practically squeezing."
"Just for you." You pant against the door. You arch into him, squeezing his girth with your thighs making him moan right into your ear. "Ah, it's all for you."
"And all of this–" He thrusts into your thighs again, securing a tight grip on your waist. "–is for you and you alone, my love."
My love. It is music to your ears.
"My love." He kisses the shell of your ear. "My devotion. My goddess. I vow to serve you. Love you. Protect you. To never leave you alone. I swear it."
He lines his tip with your entrance, shakily inhaling. It's been so damn long. And now you're both here. Finally.
"I'm yours." His cock sweetly slides into you in one swift thrust reducing you both to moaning messes. You fit each other like puzzle pieces designed for each other. You are truly made for each other.
"Fuck." Your hips move in tandem as his cock rocks in and out of you, sweet and slow to savour just how warm you are, how you wrap and squeeze around him so fucking well.
"You feel so good, pips." He whines into your ear, picking up his pace until your slick soaked skin claps loud enough to echo around the cockpit. "Oh my– s-so good. You're so good–"
Your minds become hazy as you lose yourselves in each other, hands scratching, gripping and squeezing what you can reach, his hands on the softness of your ass and your on his to push him as deep as possible. And then even deeper.
"Don't stop." You whine as he pushes his cock deeper and deeper inside until he's completely bottomed out inside you. That delicious squelching noise rings in your ears, driving you into a frenzy of desire and devotion. "Don't ever stop!"
His response is unintelligible, completely reduced to moans and mindless babbles about how perfect you are, how good you feel, everything he wants to do with you right here and now.
“Think about all the people who could be walking past.” Caleb moans into your ear as he pounds his cock into you, dragging his length in and out until your joint slick drips down your legs. “Gideon could walk in at any moment. One of your subordinates could be looking for you. One of the passengers might just hear the wrong thing at the wrong time.”
His hand reaches your neatly secured hair and gently tugs at it, granting himself more access to your exposed neck. He suckles a large bruise right where anyone can see it and sinks his teeth right into you. Your back arches from the pain and your pussy walls flutter from the pleasure, making you come completely undone from the thrill of being caught alone.
“We both know how much you like the idea of being caught. I like it too.” Caleb muses as he continues to plough you through your orgasm.
“Gets me harder.” His thrusts slow to a cruel yet lewd grind. “Makes me consider risking it all just to feel you squeeze around me. Just to have you milk me dry.” His hand reaching to swirl your clit in circles. Your moans become cries, relentlessly growing louder until he has to stuff his fingers into your mouth.
“We don’t want to get too much attention, pips.” He whines as your walls clench tight enough to snap his cock in half. It just feels so damn good. But the risk is too high. He would rather having you screaming for him while you’re alone than to let a bunch of strangers hear what he’s been missing for years.
He pulls out of your pussy, leaving your walls clenching with need. "Caleb!"
"Hold on," You feel the ground beneath you disappear as he uses his Evol to turn you around and place you back on his cock while facing him.
His finger moves up and down, directing his Evol to bounce you on his cock as he moves to his seat. The pressure from his cock hitting your sensitive spot in a different angle, and the pressure of his Evol tightening deep inside your core renders you speechless with your eyes crossing from the intense pleasure burning through you.
"Have to be careful when sitting you down," He murmurs as he presses his lips on yours. "Can't mess up the controls or we'll end up risking an emergency landing."
He finally sits and releases his Evol on you, sinking you onto his cock once more. You both sigh into each other's lips in another kiss, tasting each other and drowning in each other's adoration.
Your soaked pussy slurps him in like a vacuum with each bounce on his thick, throbbing length, making Caleb absolutely weak beneath you. His hips jerk up, fucking you so hard that rings of cream form around his base.
"Love your cock, 'leb–" You babble, bordering being completely cockdrunk on him. You had long thrown your responsibilities out the window and you're sure he has too. "F-feel so- fuck me– so damn good! I–"
"Love you, pips," He rambles back, tongue slurping the sweat off your skin like it's water. He's definitely drunk on you and your pussy. How could he not be?
"I love you so much– wanna make you f-feel so–" Thrust. "–damn–" Thrust. "good!" The next heavy thrust his cock pounds into your weeping hole shoots hot, thick cum right up your core, spurting globs and globs of his juices until it leaks out of you.
The heat alone makes you bury your head between his neck and shoulder to mask your cry as your walls flutter around him, bringing you to another powerful orgasm.
You both pant, losing your grip on yourselves as you calm down from your joint finish. Your hands travel to each others' faces to bring yourselves into another doting kiss, this time in a warm embrace.
Just as you're about to speak, once the waves of your joint pleasure subside, Caleb gently grips your chin. "Look behind you."
You tiredly turn to feel the warmth of the dawning sun on your skin. It's rising, slowly but it has been long enough to witness your reunion with Caleb. Almost like it blessed the two of you to another chapter in your story. This time, a chapter that won't end.
"I've always told you the summer sun makes your skin glow," Caleb half-moaned half-hummed, kissing the corner of your lips in worship. "Like gold. Like diamonds."
"I've always told you that you make me shine." You smiled, leaning into his touch.
"No," He turns you to face him once more, his lips inching closer to yours to bring you into a kiss. "It's the other way around. You make me shine. You're the star I orbit, pips. Above the skies and on the ground. You are what I wake up every day for."
You'll deal with your jobs later. What matters is that your pilot is here with you. He's home. And he will stay in your orbit, now and forever.
🍎 the xia twins and their total devotion for their meimei ♡ hcs
xia twins who became instantly and irrevocably obsessed with you after josephine introduced you to them
xia twins who were always by your side as you all grew older
xia yizhou who was the older twin always teasing caleb about it
xia caleb who hates when his brother reminds him of it
xia yizhou who is always looked down on as the black sheep between the two, his piercings and tattoos not helping his case
xia caleb who is the sweetest and nerdy twin, soft personality and definitely not as corruptive as his brother
xia yizhou who ever since he could remember would always get detention and into fights while protecting you from bullies
xia caleb who comforts and distracts you, whispering sweet words, as he watched his brother get into yet another fight
xia yizhou who stops beating bullies up (at least in front of you, once he saw you flinch away from his touch) :(
xia caleb who makes his meimei understand his brother did it to protect her, not wanting to confess he would've done worse
xia yizhou who gets jealous while watching his twin cuddle his meimei
xia caleb who once he reached a certain age his thoughts became filthy whenever he thought of his meimei
xia yizhou who felt that way ever since he could remember, never caring how filthy or nasty his thoughts were
xia caleb who's a wolf in sheep's clothing
xia yizhou who is a wolf in wolf's clothing
xia caleb who never raises his voice at you
xia yizhou who loves to control you, shaping you into the perfect little girl he wants you to be
xia caleb whose arms you run to when yizhou gege is being a meanie!
xia yizhou who is the main cause you're a spoiled brat, pampering you every single day
xia caleb who loves calling you pipsqueak, honey, or baby apple, loving the way it makes your face flush
xia yizhou who loves calling you babygirl, little brat, or bunny, loving the way it makes you squirm
xia caleb who cooks breakfast every morning for you before you leave for class
xia yizhou who wakes you up with soft kisses on your delicate face after staring at your sleeping face for too long, snapping a picture for later
xia caleb who prepares your lunch and gets your backpack ready for the day, making sure the tracker he had sown inside was still there
xia yizhou who always made time to take and pick you up from class in his motorcycle, digging holes with his stare at anyone that glances at you
xia caleb who has access to all your social media accounts, keeping track of who follows you and dms you, blocking people when he gets bored
xia yizhou who's thinking of setting up a hidden camera in your room, your rebellious phase making him more possessive
xia caleb who takes the role of housekeeper in the household just so he can clean your room and steal your panties
xia yizhou who lays in your bed when you're in class, breathing your scent burying his nose in the plushie he bought you
xia caleb who gets your warm bath ready before you get home from class, choosing which perfume oil you will apply later along with your nightgown and panties
xia yizhou who waits for you in front of your campus, leaning against his motorcycle as he take a long drag of the cigarette you've told him many time to quit
xia caleb whose face softens as he feels your arms wrap around his torso when you get home, hearing "missed you gege" in that sweet voice of yours
xia yizhou who watches from the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the frame as his eyes appreciating the way your uniform hugs your figure
xia caleb whose lips curl up into a smirk as he watches his brother undress their meimei with his eyes
xia twins who can't wait to corrupt and ruin their pure meimei ♡゙
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: in simple terms, it’s your first frat party and caleb’s trying to remain calm… until someone gets a little too handsy with you on the dance floor. // 18+ , dirty talk, oral, pet names, fingering, cummin in pants, body worship
(credit to daliodoll for the frame ^.^ ) mona note: not a caleb girly but this is forrrr my caleb girlies @lovegasmic @kissxcore @m7ku @kingkaisen teehee (let's ignore that this is from February and let's ignore that mona haven't posted an actual pic since forever okay ?? this wasn't the fic I was even planning to come back with but let's ignore that as well)
“Underage drinking? Really, pipsqueak?” Is the annoying voice you hear behind you, slushing the drink around in the red solo cup you look up to a smirking Caleb. Being invited to the first main party of the semester by a few of your peers, you don’t know why your mind didn’t instantly remind you that not only does Caleb go to the same university but that he’d most likely be at the party.
“Can’t I indulge in a few bad habits? It’s just one drink, I swear… scout’s honor, this’ll be the only one.” You sit your drink down for a brief second, hold up your left hand halfway up and put the right hand against your chest — something you both always did when you were kids.
He rubs your head and rolls his eyes, “Fine, fiiine… just don’t ever put your drink down without keeping your eyes on it, ‘Kay? And… stay close to me.” He hands you the cup.
“I came with friends, I’ll just dance for a while and then head back to my dorm. Don’t worry about me. Plus,” you look over his shoulder at the girls behind anxiously waiting, you grip your cup a bit tighter. “I think a line’s forming for the ‘who gets to dance with Caleb first’ part of the party.” An annoyed snort comes out. There was always a desire to be possessive but you always knew that Caleb wouldn’t appease anyone but you and that thought always made you happy.
“Well y’know, that right always goes to you first, second… everything in between and last. It’s something I reserved just for you.” He takes your hand and kisses the tips of your fingers. Your face feels hot and you notice the girls around him slowly backing up after witnessing this. There’s a feeling burning deep within your chest — satisfaction.
You giggle, “Well, my girls are waiting and…I’m sure your friends are too.” You wave at his friends who are watching the scene play out, you only recognize Gideon out of the few guys.
“Just be careful, I’ll keep an eye on you at all times.” He says and you playfully roll your eyes. He does what he says, even when mingling he keeps a watchful eye on you.
It wasn't until a small disagreement broke out that he quickly intervened, “Why don’t we all calm down, a little drink spill doesn’t warrant a fight. Plus, a dab of water would get it out before it completely stains.” He remembers the times before whenever you spilled anything on your outfits, you’d run to him to fix it. Caleb had always been the one to fix your problems, so naturally he did just that — teaching himself how to properly wash clothes and get stains out, which wasn’t too hard for someone as determined as he was to win you over.
Finally Caleb is able to sit back down when the crowd slowly moves way, until—
“Caleb,” Gideon points a finger to his left, to a tipsy cute you dancing with a bunch of friends, shaking your ass to the beat of the music while Tara pulls down your dress to cover your underwear and wrap her arms around your shoulder, Simone dancing giggly before moving aside for a split second and now your backside rolled against a crotch of jeans. That’s when Caleb shoots up from his seat, a second didn’t pass before he was pulling the guy off you.
He grabs his neck and slams him against the wall, “The hell do you think you’re doing?” His hand is tightening around the guy’s neck, but he remains unbothered.
“Chill, it’s just a party… I’m dancing.” He scoffs, putting his hand over Caleb’s wrist, failing to remove it from his neck. His smirk falters and a look of annoyance is on his face.
“Dance somewhere else.”
“Well, what are you? Her boyfriend or something?” Caleb's eyes twitched at his taunting. “Plus, she didn’t seem to have a problem with it.” A smug look on the bastard’s face, he looks over Caleb’s shoulder presumably back to your swaying body, which further angers him.
Gideon steps in, “Caleb…you were just preaching over no fighting and yet,” He sighs. “I’ll handle it, you just get her home.” But Caleb is still glaring at the poor guy until he looks away, swallowing, that’s when Caleb lets him go.
Caleb doesn’t say much, he simply grabs your wrist and you follow, waving bye to your friends. “Calebbb, I was just having fun.” You’re pouting and he can tell, your voice whiny and needy.
“I know, but I don’t think that was too appropriate.” He’s trying his hardest not to come off as jealous but jealousy seeps through his veins.
“I didn’t realize it wasn’t Simone until too late, sorry but…” You trail off then when a teasing voice you continue. “Would it be more appropriate if it was you?”
His breath hitches and he changes the direction a bit towards his apartment complex. “Yeah, it would be more appropriate if it was me.”
***
He had to be drunk or something… there was no possible explanation for why he was kissing you against this wall.
“Caleb? Wait—” His mouth kisses you intensely, his tongue licking your bottom lip and his hands cupping your ass. “Are you drunk?” You whimper, his hands on you feel good … you can’t deny that. He touches you as if you belong to him, every touch makes your body feel more alive than before.
He pulls back, his face flushed and his lilac eyes drinking you up and embarrassed you looked away from him. He huffs, “Not drunk…” His lips trail kisses on your jawline. “Just tired of waiting.”
You get what he means, the little game you both had been playing for years, skating around feelings but still being so entwined, tangled and messy when you could just be together.
You kiss back, your tongue meeting his and caressing it, sloppy. Both of your inexperience makes you want to laugh but you move to take his shirt off, your fingers touching the hem and he quickly does it for you, removing one barrier.
He moves to kiss your neck and you freeze, your body trembling at every kiss and eventual lick that he lays on you. “You even taste good.” He says. “Let’s go to my room, okay?” He waits for you to nod before he takes you inside.
Your legs are trembling when he lifts your skirt up, peeking at your damp panties before he pulls them down. “It’s only fair that you lose an item of clothing just like I have, right?” He lays you down on his bed, your back against his pillows.
He coaxes your legs open, “There she is… there’s my pretty girl.” You wish you could be snarky right now but it was something about seeing him between your legs that made all of that leave your body instantly, you were out of breath.
He spreads you open, wider and he groans, looking at the strings of wetness breaking apart as he stretches you. You flinch when a glob of spit drizzles on your throbbing clit, he runs it in with the pads of his fingers and your thighs almost crush his head at the feeling he’s giving you. He gently slaps your core, “Such a messy little thing, aren’t you?” Your legs twitch, he isn’t talking to you — he’s talking to what’s between your legs, a secret conversation between a man and his next meal. “It’s time we get acquainted…” He starts with a long suck and you grip the sheets, already a moan has left your lips.
His tongue licking up and down, meeting your clit before licking at your slit, licking the insides and feeling you trembling before he works his way back up — pressing a kiss to your clit before sucking on your folds. You wonder if he did this before because the way he was going at it, he must’ve had practiced.
You give one roll of your hips to egg him on, “Caleb…don’t tease me, please…faster.” And always so quick to obey, he does just that. His tongue swirling and slurping on you, his mouth taking your entire pussy into his mouth with deep sucking, you grab at his hair and then to his ears.
Caleb had big ears, it was a quality you always made fun of when you were younger. But now, your fingers rub circles into the top of them both as you gently hump yourself against his face. “C—Caleb!” You squeal, your eyes snapping close. Touching his ears seemed to light a fire in him because now your knees were touching your elbows, shaking his head side to side, his cheeks hollow as he slurps again.
“Look at me…” He says, groaning, his hips digging into the mattress, you didn’t realize he was getting off to this as well. You keep your eyes closed, he dips a finger inside of you and you snap your eyes open to stare at him. He takes the finger out, sucks it before he puts it back inside and you cry out as he moves it in and out of you, small quick thrusts.
His eyes roll back and his legs tighten up at the same time as you feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach grow. You try to push him again but his mouth is a damn suction to your core and he continues to lick and suck to you until you come undone.
He’s panting, his mouth wet from you. The look in his eyes told you everything, that he was prepared to be done if you were. You knew Caleb. You knew he’d prioritize your needs, your wants, your pleasure over his own, even if he wanted to go all night, he’d reframe himself.
“Let’s call it a night, you…you look tired.” He cups your face.
“You…you don’t want me?” The simple question was like a flip had switched in his brain because after a second of being asked he was already succumbing to his urges.
“Do you… want me to show you how much I want you?” His raspy voice shakes as he speaks. “How much I always wanted you?” He takes your hand, trails it down to his pants that were already tainted with that want, you couldn’t believe he was still hard after he came.
“I do.”
He’s taking off his sticky pants and boxers quickly, no need for lube when both of you had already came, the slick stickiness was all you needed. “Are you ready for me?” He whispers, his eyes scanning your lips before you move forward to kiss him. You then take the opportunity to look at him, the thick member he kept hidden in his pants and you gasped.
You had expected it to be big and it certainly was, a little curve to it, it was trimmed and cleaned as expected. “You can…you can take all of me, can’t you?” He asks, staring at you with a puppy dog expression. His eyes looked like he was going to cry and his lips in a pout.
“Yeah, I can.” I hope, you mentally added. You were obviously a virgin and even when masturbating you never went as far as just touching your clit.
“I’ll go slow,” He pushes past the first ring of your insides and your insides tighten around him, both of you hiss at the feeling. “Relax.” He reminds you, rubbing your thighs. He sits for a second, pulling back out before pushing in again and sitting there. Then he moves more inside and you sink your nails into his arm, he pushes in a lot more and your head feels fuzzy. He moves out, rubbing his cock against your clit as you shudder, then he’s back inside, deep inside.
You can’t breathe, he’s feeling you up nicely and even with the pinch of pain, it feels way too good.
“Atta girl,” He whimpers, pushing in just a tad bit more before he bottoms out. He starts slowly, just rocking his hips to get you used to the feeling of him inside of you fully. Touching your clit to amplify the pleasure, drawing small messy wet circles and watching himself as he enters you. You bite your lips, tears in your eyes when he speeds up. His heavy balls slapping against your ass you try to stay quiet at the feeling. “You can be as loud as you want, pretty girl.” His thrusts are sharper now, quicker and deeper as if he was always holding himself back.
The sounds of skin slapping and loud moaning was all that could be heard and it was like music to Caleb’s ears. The curve of his cock hitting that spot hidden deep within you, “You feel so good around me and.. God, you’re so damn beautiful.” He’s staring at your face, pushing your hair from your eyes. You match his pace, your hips meeting his, his cock so heavy inside of you but the angle he’s hitting feels so delicious that you just have to fuck him back.
He's close, you can feel it from the way his entire body is shaking and the way he's trying his best to slow down so that he won't come too soon. You wrap your legs around his waist, “When you come…I want it inside of me Caleb, ‘m serious.” You can tell it drives him insane because before, his cock was aimed just to fuck you but now the new target was not only to fuck you but to cum inside and it took nothing for him to speed up again, knowing that you wanted him this badly.
He spreads your legs and fucks hard and deep inside of you, slamming himself inside of you with every thrust, he was aching and your clenching pussy wasn't helping. You meet every thrust and your name rolls off his tongue every time you do, your orgasm right there.
With a hand on your tummy, he pushes down and your body spasms and he hold you as you desperately try to move away from him at the feeling leaving you. His hips shake and then he fills you up, his cock jerking and throbbing inside of you.
You cuddle against him, wanting to be covered in the sweat and smell of your climaxes together.
Sista.. I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw someone talking about bearboy Caleb and it’s stuck in my HEAAADD like imagine him bulking and gaining a little pudge.. bigger arms.. bigger pecs.. bigger legs.. UGHHHHhhhhGghhh him squeezing and kissing you while burying your head in his warm and soft chest…. I need him to put his whole body weight on me, your honor.
𐙚˙⋆.˚ bigboy!caleb x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚motion granted. hope you babies enjoy this one as much as i did (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ i'd have the time of my LIFE.
caleb had to leave you for five months, with limited communication and little to no details.
you understood that part of his job, so you made sure to give him lots of love the day before he left, so that he wouldn't miss you as much.
spoiler alert; that didn't work.
you missed each other like crazy, and the few minutes you got to text were precious.
by the time he had to come back, you made sure to decorate your shared place with pretty balloons, a nice dinner, and you also dressed up beautifully, wanting nothing more than to make him feel welcome.
the familiar rhythm of his footsteps became closer, and closer.
they felt quicker, heavier.
…heavier?
you cocked your head to the side, the anticipation making your breath hitch.
but what came inside the room was no boyfriend of yours; it couldn't be.
that man was huge, like a beast that could lift you up with a single finger.
however, his face had the brightest of smiles, sunset-like eyes glimmering with sheer adoration, a stark contrast to the rest of his body.
he let the duffel bag fall from his shoulder with a soft thud, his legs carrying him closer to you.
“my baby,” caleb breathed out.
you couldn't even finish appreciating how big his biceps had gotten, or how the compression shirt highlighted the new curve of his pecs and a little bit of a belly, because he held you tightly in an almost bone-crushing hug.
your head ended up buried in his soft chest, your arms barely wrapping around his bulky torso.
oh dear lord.
what was this, what happened to caleb, and why did it feel so… right?
you managed to pull back, cheeks hot, eyes wide, hands shakily placed over his pecs without realizing it, just to steady yourself.
“...lebbie, you—” you whispered, lips parted in surprise. “woah, i mean…”
“missed me?” he grinned, hands cupping your cheeks.
you could only nod, still trying to take in what was right in front of you.
caleb watched you eye him up and down, his smile growing smugger by the second, his fingers squeezing your cheeks just enough to make your lips purse.
“like what you see?”
you nodded quickly, then pressed your hands against his chest again, squeaking when he flexed subtly under your touch.
oh, yeah.
you giggled manically when he let you grope the supple flesh, his eyes crinkling at the sides.
there was this tiny voice in your head telling you to take a bite and not let go, but you had decorum and a tiny bit of decency left in you, so you chose not to.
“i was expectin' lots of kisses when i came back, but i won't complain,” he teased, enjoying the way your fingers traced the outline of his muscles.
you poked his belly and then leaned in to peck his lips, smiling softly.
“i really missed you, lebbie,” you whispered, before looking down again. “but i'm a bit busy getting acquainted with… everything.”
he grinned, purposely straightening up and lifting his tight shirt just so you could see.
“well, go ahead, angel. i'm yours to explore.”
the voice in your head grew wilder.
bite, bite, bite.
“don't mind if i do…” you excitedly touched, squished, poked, and pinched every new inch of skin and stretch marks.
he was so soft, but also stronger.
way stronger.
you stood up straight and clapped your hands, eyes glinting with bad ideas.
“manhandle me,” you asked, bouncing on the tips of your toes. “like, yank me around or something. pretty please, pretty please, pretty pleaaaaase!”
“angel, i—”
“oh, come on! don't be a coward! or are you scared?” you taunted, smiling widely. “oooh, is the big man scared? scared he won't be able to handle me?”
before you could even blink, a squeak escaped your lips when he lifted you up like a sack of potatoes, proceeding to let your body fall onto the sofa.
he got on top of you, and even while he was supporting most of his weight with his hands, you could still feel the heavy pressure of his abdomen against yours.
thank you god.
“you still want to be manhandled?” he asked, his voice slightly huskier.
this was the best day of your life.
“yeah!” you nodded eagerly, then pushed his wrists away, making his body crush you almost immediately as he lost his balance.
you groaned softly, and his eyes immediately went wide.
“fuck, angel!” he grunted, trying his best to move away, but your legs and arms were wrapped around him tightly, securing him in place.
your voice was muffled underneath him, but it didn't sound distressed.
quite the opposite, actually.
“stay… like this… for every month you were away,” you mumbled, slightly breathless.
he shifted his weight just enough to let you breathe, but he stayed on top, now wrapping his arms around you.
what was he going to do with you?
you nuzzled his neck happily, his warmth and familiar scent making you sleepy already.
the food was already cold, and your pretty outfit was all wrinkled and disheveled now, but none of it mattered.
your now teddy bear of a boyfriend was back, and you'd spend hours and entire days remembering and rediscovering how amazing it felt being in his arms.~
the campus lawn is loud with late-afternoon chatter, students sprawled on blankets, music faint in the background. you’re not listening to any of it.
zayne is standing too close. not in a weird way, not even in a flirting way. just talking—calm, composed, hands in his coat pockets like always.
“i’m just saying,” zayne says evenly, “i don’t mind helping you again today.”
“i’m fine,” you insist, huffing a little.
from across the grass, caleb sees the way you laugh at something zayne says, how he leans in slightly to hear you better.
and something ugly and sharp twists in his chest.
he knows zayne. knows he’s not making a move. knows you’re not either.
but right now that doesn’t matter.
because caleb has been swallowing down his feelings for years, pretending the way his heart stutters when you smile at someone else is normal.
today, apparently, is the day his self-control dies.
he had reached his breaking point. it wasn't just this moment. it was the cumulative weight of the last seven days. this week had been a compilation of events that had shredded his legendary composure.
first, it was the library. you and zayne had spent three nights straight tucked away in a corner, heads bent over a shared textbook. caleb had walked past, intended to say hi, but stopped when he saw zayne tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. you didn’t pull away. you had just smiled—that soft, sleepy smile that caleb usually reserved for himself in his daydreams.
then came the frat party on thursday. caleb had been watching from across the sticky living room as some guy from the football team cornered you near the drinks. the guy was loud, arrogant, and clearly hitting on you with zero subtlety. caleb had been halfway across the room to intervene when he heard it.
your laugh.
it wasn't polite or forced. it was genuine, bright. you were actually enjoying it. caleb had spent the rest of the night nursing a warm beer, the green-eyed monster clawing at his throat until he had to leave before he did something he’d regret.
now, seeing zayne—composed, perfect, calm zayne—standing in your personal space on the lawn was the final straw.
his feet move before he could even think about it.
zayne notices him first. of course he does. his eyes flickered to caleb’s white-knuckled grip on his backpack strap, sensing the storm brewing on his eyes as he rushed towards the both of you.
caleb doesn’t even slow down.
“look who finally showed up,” zayne drawls mildly when caleb stops in front of you.
“yeah, am i interrupting the fun?” caleb asks bitterly, his voice low and jagged.
you blinked between them, feeling the sudden shift in the air. the chatter of the students around you seemed to mute, replaced by the sound of your own heart hammering against your ribs. “did i miss something?”
zayne studied caleb for a long second. he saw the desperation in the set of caleb’s jaw, the way his hands were trembling slightly with the effort of holding back.
“…don’t do anything stupid,” zayne murmurs quietly.
“too late,”
and then he grabs your hand and drags you away. you almost trip, looking at zayne, who only shrugged, then at caleb.
“wait—!”
when he grabbed your hand, his skin was hot, borderline feverish. he doesn’t drag you far. just far enough that the chatter fades into background noise and the space between you feels charged.
“what’s wrong with you?” you demand, finally wrenching your hand free. your wrist tingled where he’d held it. “you can’t just interrupt—”
“yes, i can.”
“no, you can’t! you have been acting weird all week and now you go and do this? what are you even—”
“i am jealous.”
that shuts you up.
he was breathing heavily. his eyes were dark, searching yours with a raw intensity that made your breath hitch. all those moments—the library, the party, the quiet smiles shared with other men—were flashing behind his eyes
“i hated the way you laughed at that idiot at the party. i hated that zayne spent more time with you this week than i did,” he hissed, stepping into your space until you were forced back against a building wall. "i hate when he looks at you like that.”
you swallow thickly, his confession making you dizzy.
“like what?”
“like he’s the one you’ll choose.”
your heart stumbles.
“choose?” you echo, knitting your eyebrows, looking at him with a confused stare that just added to his exasperation.
caleb runs a hand through his hair, frustrated, exposed in a way you’ve never seen him before.
“i’ve been trying to be patient,” he said, his voice dropping to a fractured whisper. “i’ve played the part of the best friend for years. i’ve sat on the sidelines while you lived your life, pretending it didn't kill me every time someone else got to hold your attention. but I’m done. i can’t watch you fall for someone else. not when i’m standing right here.”
“caleb—”
he looked at you like it physically hurt to breathe the same air. the stupid thing zayne warned him about wasn't the interruption—it was this.
he kissed you.
it was the kiss of a man who had memorized the shape of your lips from a distance for years. it was firm, certain, and heavy with the scent of his cologne and the salt of his frustration. his hand cupped your jaw, his thumb dragging over your skin as if to finally claim the territory he’d been afraid to touch.
you melt. the anger, the confusion, the way he has been acting all week, avoiding you, barely looking at you, it all dissolved. you reached up, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until there wasn't a breath of space left between you two.
when he finally pulled back, just an inch, his forehead stayed pressed against yours.
silence engulfed the both of you for one, two seconds until—
you smacked his chest. he winced. “hey! what was that for?”
“…just because you’re handsome and a good kisser doesn’t mean that i forgive you,” you whisper weakly.
his body sagged, a rare shy smile tugging at his lips as his thumb brushes your cheek.
“you think i’m handsome?”
you glare at him, though it lacks heat now. “caleb.”
“and a good kisser?” he breaths against your lips.
“that’s not the point,” you murmured, though you were already leaning back in. “the point is you’ve been a brooding jerk all week because you were too scared to just say something.”
his expression softened, the ugly and sharp feeling in his chest finally smoothing out into something warm.
“i wasn’t scared,” he lied poorly, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. “i just—i didn’t want to lose the only thing that mattered to me.”
you smiled, grabbing his collar and pulling him down for a second kiss—this one slower, deeper, and full of the promise that he was definitely not losing you.
when you pull apart again, your gaze is soft, loving in the way you have only seen him. he just noticed that. you never looked at another guy like you are looking at him right now.
“i forgive you,” you mumble quietly.
“for what?”
“for taking so long.”
he exhales like he’s been holding it in for years.
“i’ve loved you since we were kids,” he confesses, voice surprisingly tender and timid.
you giggle, pressing against him, your warmth making his heart stutter. “me too.”
he kisses you again, wrapping his arms around you firmly, enjoying the way you fit in his arms like this. his.
from across the lawn, zayne watches the two of you with the faintest shake of his head.
finally.
i saw the prompt of "handsome and good kisser" on pinterest so credits to the person who made this prompt!