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love letter practice

you were on a mission, and the mission must be to get caleb to lose his mind.

★pairing: caleb x reader ★wc: 1.9k ★content: old days (high school era), fluff, (mutual) pining, love letter confession (under the guise of "practicing"), caleb's pov. ★a/n: I had love letters on the brain and thought of this! I might end up doing a part 2 set during stage observer, where the "love letter" you find is the one here hehe ★masterlist

You were lurking.

Caleb paused in his studying for the umpteenth time that afternoon, glancing back to where your shadow crept under his door. You'd passed back and forth behind it for the past fifteen minutes, and he was too focused on his essay to call you out on it.

But as he wrapped up all his main points in the conclusion, he called without looking back, "Stop hovering, pips, you know I don't bite."

He smirked to himself when he heard you grumble on the other side, the door flying open and slamming shut in an instant.

"Not funny," you mumbled at his jab towards your old biting habits, and he directed his smirk over his shoulder at you.

You were still lingering on the edge of the room, and his joy quickly faded. He turned around in his desk chair to face you fully.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing," you said quickly, but your hands were behind your back the whole time, fidgeting with something he couldn't see.

Your eyes weren't meeting his either, and his head tilted, arching an eyebrow.

"Come over here," he urged you gently, patting the extra chair he kept next to his desk, just for when you wanted to come in and study with him.

Or, more likely, to pester him until he paid attention to you while he was trying to do his own homework.

You hesitated, then slowly came up, plopping down in the chair with your hands still behind your back.

"You gonna show me what you're holdin' onto so tightly there?"

You glared at him, and he just smiled sweetly, chin propped on his palm, trying to wear down your defenses.

It gave a boost to his pride when it worked, your shoulders deflating with a big sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, and he tensed again.

Were you being bullied? Did you fail a test? Or was it the nightmares again?

Whatever he thought might be wrong, it definitely wasn't you admitting that, "I want to write a love letter."

Caleb stiffened, his mind going to every dark place he tried to hide away from himself, every face of some loser with a hopeless crush on you flashing in his mind.

Outwardly, he tried to hide his troubled expression, but his brows furrowed anyway.

"Why do you want to write a love letter?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice even. But it was tight, his posture stiff when he looked down at his essay again, no longer seeing the words there. "You got someone in mind?"

"Well—no."

Caleb dared to look back up to see you were pouting. And even with the restless storm in his mind, he had to resist the urge to pinch the apples of your cheeks when they were all puffed out so cutely like that.

"But what if I do want to write one eventually?" you continued, in clear distress over a hypothetical situation that he hoped would never exist one day. "And I don't know how, and I just look stupid!"

"You'd never look stupid," he said quickly, effortlessly and honest, even as he frowned deeper at your explanation. "But I told you before, pips, letters are our thing. Why would you—"

He stopped short, breath catching in his throat when he finally saw what was in your hands as you held it out to him.

Across the front of an envelope of antique looking parchment, written carefully in cursive (you never used cursive, you hated how your handwriting looked in it, even though he thought it was perfect and pretty), was the letters spelling out his name.

Caleb looked from it, to you, then down to the envelope again.

"What's—"

"Practice," you interrupted, shoving it into his chest, and he scrambled to grab it. "I need you to tell me if it's any good."

"Pipsqueak, you—" Caleb cleared his throat, shifting nervously, his fingers almost shaking when he grazed them over his name. "You wrote me a love letter?"

"For practice!"

He laughed, and he hoped you didn't hear how winded the noise sounded. Because you'd sure stolen the breath right from his lungs with how you nervously fidgeted, avoiding his eyes, your love letter in his hands.

Your love letter.

For him.

Oh god.

He carefully unsealed the tape (one of your favorite decorative ones, with the cute little red and green apples dancing together), his heart in his throat as he pulled the letter out.

And oh god it smelled like that perfume you'd begged Gran to get you for your birthday, the one that was warm with vanilla and cinnamon and a hint of apples and it smelled amazing you were amazing you—

"Stop treating it like it's a bomb!" you complained, smacking him in the chest, and he laughed anxiously.

"I'm not!" he argued, not knowing how to tell you that this was something precious, something delicate, and he never trusted himself to not break something that special in his hands.

He got stuck for a moment on the Dearest Caleb that started out the letter, his fingertips brushing across it, before he forced himself to get past his nerves and read the first sentence.

A laugh got caught in his throat unbidden, and you were scrambling all over him in an instant, trying to grab it back as you shouted, "What? What?! What's so funny?"

"I am writing to you today," he repeated the start of your opening line, grinning at you as you whined and shook him. "This sure is a formal love letter. Are you courting me, pipsqueak?"

"Shut up!" you snapped, pinching him in the side, and he jumped with an over dramatic ow! "Give it back!"

"Noooope, it's mine now!" He grinned, wrapping his arm around you to keep you pressed to his side, and you playfully punched him while he held the letter over your head and kept reading silently.

'I am writing to you today to tell you what I've wanted to say for a really long time.'

Oh.

Caleb sucked in an unsteady breath, eyelashes fluttering with the indescribable emotion that swept through him.

It's just practice, he told himself over and over as you settled into his side. Your arms wrapped around his waist for comfort, your face burying into his chest with embarrassment. You don't mean it.

And then the next sentence hit.

'I like you, Caleb.'

Oh.

'I like you so much that it's hard to focus on anything but you. I think about you when I'm with you or when you're gone. I think about you during class, or when I'm watching your games, or when you make my favorite snacks after school.'

'I'm always thinking about how I want to hold your hand for longer when you walk me home. I want to hold you tighter when you hug me, and kiss—'

Caleb glanced away, eyes squeezing shut, face tilted up towards the ceiling as he mouthed a silent prayer that he didn't completely lose his mind right now.

Then he dared to look back down, to keep reading:

'—and kiss you on the sidewalk, in the rain, when you hold an umbrella over my head.'

He glanced at the top of your head, at how you held onto him so tightly, hoping against all hope that you couldn't hear or feel how his heart was pounding against his chest right now.

'You're cute, and you're funny, and you've always been nice to me, even when you're pretending to be mean just to tease me.'

"Caleb," you whined, poking him in the ribs as he read through each line carefully. "What do you think?"

"Well, so far it sounds like a birthday card," he teased, lying through his teeth just so you couldn't see right through him and tell how madly in love with you he was, as he'd always been.

You dropped your head onto his shoulder with a groan.

"But give me some time," he said softly. "I'm still makin' my way through it."

"Well, hurry up!" you poked at him impatiently again, and he brushed your hand aside with a laugh.

'You're my best friend, and I want you to be more than that, if you want it too.'

He could almost laugh at that if he wasn't so winded with emotion. If he wanted it. Like you weren't teasing him with all he's ever wanted, and telling him it was practice.

And then the last line hit him right where it hurt the most, in the part of him that's always ached for you, burrowing in there to stay.

'Would you ever be mine?'

"Well?" you said, untangling yourself from his slack grip. You bounced anxiously in your seat, and he hoped you couldn't see how red his face had gotten. "How is it? Did it make your heart flutter?"

Flutter? It nearly gave him a heart attack.

He wanted to give you a real answer to your fake question, to tell you yes. He wanted to scream it to the heavens, wanted to grab your face and kiss you all over and say yes. He would. He already was.

Caleb cleared his throat.

"It's good," his voice cracked when he said it and oh, god, could you see right through him?

"Really?"

You leaned closer, and Caleb quickly scrambled back, as far in the other direction as he could get as you kept creeping closer.

"Yeah, pips, real good," he complimented, carefully tucking the letter back into the envelope, his heart racing. "But, uh, you should keep practicing. On me."

You frowned a little, disappointed as always when you felt like you didn't nail something right on the first try. And he didn't have the guts to tell you that you absolutely did hit it right out of the park, his head all the way up in the clouds with the daydreams you'd fueled for him for the foreseeable future.

"Okay," you muttered, eyes downcast, and his heart ached.

"Hey," Caleb said softly, ruffling your hair gently. You peered up at him through your lashes with a pout, and he just about melted. "I told you it was good, didn't I?"

You sniffed, and he only then noticed your eyes were all teary. "Is it really?"

"Yeah." He rubbed his thumb at the corner of each of your eyes, trying to not look too adoring to cross a line when you leaned into his palm. "My heart's all a-flutter. Promise."

You smiled into his hand, and his heart skipped a beat again.

"Okay," you said with newfound determination, giving a resolute nod. "I'll keep practicing. Watch out for the next one, you'll be in love with me before you know it!"

Caleb choked on air at that.

He let you get all the way to the door, and listened to you open it before his resolve cracked.

"I would."

You paused, glancing back over your shoulder at him.

"Would what?" you asked, and Caleb let out a breathless laugh.

"Nothin', pipsqueak," he brushed off, pulling his textbook closer to himself, staring at the words that blended together, your letter on his desk still in the corner of his eyesight.

For a moment, you stayed in his doorway behind him. He could feel you staring. And he almost looked back.

What face were you making? he wondered. Was it the same as his?

Was the same hidden part of him hidden in you as well?

But then the door shut behind you, and Caleb collapsed with a heavy sigh, head banging against the desk.

"What are you doin' to me, pips?" he whispered under his breath, lovesick and bringing the letter up to his lips to kiss it with a dazed smile. "Whatever it is, please keep doin' it."

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Tapped out

Summary: Set after EVER had been defeated, you knew when you became the colonel's wife, he would have to leave on a mission again one day, and you also knew you would have to be the one to tap him back into everyday life.

Pairing: Caleb x You (Implied Female as term wife is used)

Warnings: Fluffy <3

WC: 1k

Calebs' Adjutant: @hiqhkey, @mikasaredscarf1 (tag list sign up at the end)

Caleb had been waiting for the day he got to call you his wife, for the day he got to hold you in his arms and worship you the way he knew you deserved, the way the world hadn’t. You were a treasure to him, something he wanted to hold onto tightly and never let go – it had been this way since you were children, the days you spent together in the sun playing make believe may now be long in the past, but the memories and stories you had once created were now being retold just with a bit more truth behind them.

Caleb remembered the day when he got down on one knee as a scruffy boy and asked you to marry him, he had made the ring out of paper – spending hours watching videos on how to fold it correctly so it would keep its shape and impress you. You had said yes then, just like as you did as an adult – except this time the ring was metal, and instead of sealing your fate tale with gran as the witness, you and Caleb were sealing your future with your friends around.

It had been magical, everything you both wanted and more. He was yours, and you, you were finally his. His childhood fantasies came true, and he couldn’t be happier.

Until he remembered his job, he remembered the life he tried to keep you safe from. The Farspace Fleet wasn’t as dangerous without EVER hanging off them. He had made sure of that before you said your vows, refusing to put you in danger again after you had both worked so hard to be out of it. Ever was no more, but the fleet was, and Caleb Xia was their colonel.

You both dreaded the day he would be called back to the Deepspace tunnel, when he would be taken away from your domestic bubble and back to everyday life. His missions were long, weeks to months at a time, traveling with no way to contact the other. The day it came destroyed you both, 3 months away, 3 months without the other.

The months apart were brutal. Caleb missed you more than he could admit. He became distracted when working, staring at the image of your wedding, he kept on his watch – a memory so pure that it made the darkness of the night sky less daunting. You slept in his shirt, his scent a constant reminder that he would come back to you, a constant reminder that your Caleb would return.

How could you be so sure? Well, he promised you, and Caleb never broke a promise.

The night before his employment ended, you didn’t sleep, the outfit you picked out hanging on the back of your master bedroom's door, the air still smelling like the soap and shampoo you had lathered into your skin and hair hours earlier. The house had been cleaned top to bottom, no dust anywhere, no sign of life as Caleb may have joked if he were around.

You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you do remember waking up – the bubbles of excitement in your gut as you got ready for him. The dress you picked? One he brought for you. You styled your hair the way he taught you to as children, and you sprayed the perfume he brought you for your sixteenth birthday over everything. The perfect gift for him, his perfect wife.

On the ship, he wasn’t better; he paced the cockpit the whole night – bags growing under his eyes as every hour passed. He didn’t care, though; he knew in a few short hours he would be able to sleep in your arms again, feel your gentle breath on his skin, and hear your heartbeat. That was enough for Caleb. The moment the plane landed, he rushed to the field and waited.

You saw him first, standing straight with his arms behind his back, just waiting. He was smiling, even though you both knew he shouldn’t be, he was smiling.

He saw you approach, saw the sway in your step, the way your eyes seemed to light up at just the sight of him. He longed to reach out, to touch you, to pull you into his grasp and hold only the one thing he had yearned for all those months away, but protocol said he couldn’t until you tapped him out; he couldn’t move until you touched him.

And that? That was almost torture. Having you so close and not being able to hold you, not being able to kiss you, and shower you in the affection you deserved. You looked tired, like these months had been hard on you – it wasn’t fair. He wanted to tell you everything would be okay.

He waited, it felt like an eternity, but your warm hand finally touched his arm. You finally tapped him out – Maybe he should have hesitated before pulling you into his embrace. Maybe he should have tried to keep some composure, but feeling you against him, smelling you, it was too much and not enough all at the same time.

He wasn’t sure when he started to cry – wasn’t sure when the salty tears started to hit your hair and make him sniffle. It was overwhelming having you against him again. He had dreamt of this moment every day since leaving your side, and now it was a reality, one he wasn’t sure he wanted to relive again.

When you tilted your head up, and your tear-stained lips met his, he knew he couldn’t leave again.

He knew he wouldn’t leave again, because you were his wife, and he would be the husband he promised to be on the playground when you were kids.

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―⭑❥.ᐟ Subby Caleb

―⭑❥.ᐟ GENRE/WARNING: porn w/no plot, f!xm, evol use, absolute fucking brainrot, praise, overstim, squirting, subby Caleb, p-in-v, cunnulingus, oral sex, creampie eating, bondage, yes Caleb cries.

―⭑❥.ᐟ SUMMARY: Caleb had gotten himself into a little predicament because he couldn't be patient and keep his hands to himself. Now you had to teach him a thing or two about patiences and the consequences that go with it.

―⭑❥.ᐟ WORD COUNT: 1K

―⭑❥.ᐟ A/N: Ok so I know it's been a while since I've posted but I have been having absolute brainrot about this concept since I started my drawing so I decided to share my thoughts with you all. This isn't perfect, it wasn't really read this is just my raw thoughts lmfao. Enjoy!

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Caleb is the kind of sub who would do anything to please you, even if it meant pushing his own limits.

He sat waiting for you patiently as he was bound. Arms tied behind his back, he was unable to move or free himself, not that he really wanted to anyway. 

His cock lay in his lap, untouched but growing harder every second. “You promised to behave so why did you disobey me?” You asked in a sultry manner while circling him like a hawk.

He gulped, seeing how irresistible you looked, adorned in your lingerie. “I-I’m sorry..I couldn’t help myself-“ You hushed him, gripping his jaw firmly and moving in closer to his face. This only caused his face to flush as words slipped from his tongue.

“I asked you why you misbehaved. Now try again.” You stared deep into his purple irises, swirling with lust and need. Gently, you grazed your hand along his length, watching how he twitched in anticipation.

“Ngh—I wanted to touch you..you look so good..please forgive me.” Eyed him up and down, watching as he tried his best to resist your touch but you weren’t showing him any mercy.

Without hesitation, you slipped your panties to the side and climbed on his lap. Startled, Caleb let out a yelp, feeling your weight settle on the thick muscle of his thighs, while your tits blocked his field of view.

He felt like he was going to burst. He could already feel the warmth emitting from your core and couldn’t help but twitch and leak in anticipation. “Pips-“ was all he could manage before sucking in a breath while you sank down on him.

You had already tortured him before this moment, bringing him close to the brink of an orgasm only to stop and watch him beg pathetically.

Your head fell back, eyes rolling into your skull from the stretch of his fat cock. “Fuck-“

Caleb whimpered, eyes brimming with tears as he trembled. You swear you could hear him choke back a sob.

Your movement started off slow, pacing yourself while he wriggled and fought against the ropes. However, his struggle only made you more insistent with your movements, and you began to pick up the pace.

Already Caleb could feel his peak nearing, hips bucking insistently to meet yours while you rode him. “P-Pips! Ha! Wait please.” He pleaded and begged but you were going to give him the punishment he deserved.

Doing your best to hold off your own climax, your hips slammed down harder, the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

Caleb couldn’t hold back any longer and burst, filling you up as you continued to thrust, his hips jerking sharply as each pulse of his orgasm washed over him.

However, you didn’t stop, you kept going and that’s when you could hear him choke out a sob. Tears streamed down his face, quietly you kissed them away before shoving his face into your breasts and continued to bounce on his cock.

He hiccupped and wailed as you continued to overstimulate him, his hips moving against his will while he chased another painfully good orgasm.

“Fuck! Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” He changed and begged the mantra over and over. “I’m sorry! Please—fuck, I can’t take—too much!” 

Unable to complete a sentence, he continued to fight against bucking into you while you abused his cock in a way that made his brain go blank.

“Caleb—gonna cum.” You groaned out, slamming your hips down on him one final one before your own climax hit.

You moaned out and threw your head forward onto his shoulder. Panting you tried catching your breath but had one more thing in mind for him.

Slipping his cock out of you, which to your surprise was still rock hard, you asked him to get up and move over to the bed.

“W-What are—” You hushed him quickly and pushed him onto the bed, quickly clinging on top of him.

You were now face to face with the swollen head of his cock while your cunt laid near his face. Without saying a word, you took him into your mouth. After all, he still needed to be cleaned up.

This caught Caleb off guard and he let out a loud moan, one you quickly shut up by shoving your cunt in his mouth.

Almost like instinct, Caleb began licking at your folds, sucking your clit and scooping out the combined release from the last round.

His cries were muffled as he continued to eat you out while you sucked him off. Your focus remained on the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it and occasionally giving his balls a squeeze.

Caleb bucked his hips and managed to slip inside your mouth completely, it hurt but it felt like absolute bliss inside your mouth, so he held you there.

Using his evol, he pinned your head in place throat fucked you whilst continuing to eat you out. His cock hit the back of your throat as your nails dug into his thighs to brace for the rough pace.

Both of you continued to move in synchronous torture, you slamming your cunt down on his face and him thrusting his cock into your throat.

Both your peaks started to approach, your nails by now had left scratches in Caleb’s thighs while his cock surely has left bruises in the back of your throat.

He let out one final muffled grunt and spilled himself inside, in turn triggering your own orgasm as you soaked his face in your own fluids. Pulling off of him, you weakly rolled over, lying down in the empty spot beside him.

The two of you lay there, unable to move as you both caught your breath. Caleb sniffling and shuddering while you caught your breath as tears slipped from your eyes.

Both of you were absolutely blissed out and needed to catch your breath and gain your bearings before either of you could make a move to do anything. But you can say you both had quite the time.

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A plane fact to remember.

Summary: It started when he gave you a random plane fact, and ended with you a shivering mess in his arms as he bullied your cunt. Calebs random facts had always been a part of your life, but now, it was different.

Pairing: Plane Nerd Caleb x Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, Mean caleb, a little dumbification, Improper use of evol, orgasm control, edging, cockwarming, light sub/dom vibes, writer doesn't know fuck all about planes so google is my co-writer, fem nicknames, use of pipsqueak

Calebs' Adjutant: @hiqhkey, @mikasaredscarf1 (tag list signup is at the end <3)

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It had started innocently enough, leaning on the counter of Caleb's home in Skyhaven. He was making lemonade, chatting easily about your recent missions and his flights – you’d mentioned in passing that he never seemed to complain about turbulence, something that recently had made you nauseous on your long-haul flight. He’d raised an eyebrow at that

“Well, yeah, pips, it's easier to avoid it in a military or private jet. We don’t gotta follow the flight paths and can fly higher to avoid it. It ain’t much of an issue at 40,000ft.”

He laughed, but your eyes widened. It had been years since Caleb had spoken of his interests, his love for planes, and the weird facts he would spurt out. You still remember the first time he had told you planes could easily run on one engine – how that fact made your tiny mind explode. How could something as big as a plane still fly safely with only one engine?!

You missed it, and so, you told him that.

What you didn’t expect was to end up in his lap, his cock pushed between your pussys lips as he made you sit there. You weren’t allowed to move; you knew better than that  - no matter how much friction you craved, you just had to take it. His cock felt amazing, it pushed against every nerve in the perfect way, as if just like its owner it knew all the best ways to pleasure you. His nails ran up and down your sides, head tilting with a teasing smirk.

“So plane facts then, let's make this fun, sweetheart. Your gonna sit here, all pretty on my cock and memorise everything I tell you.. if you get my questions right at the end.. ill let you cum. Okay?”

You nodded eagerly, not really thinking about what he was saying – it didn’t matter when he was inside you and not moving. Your mind was already fraying at the edges with pure need, a pure desire to feel him move, and if nodding would make that happen quicker than so be it. You only realised you may have fucked up when he leant back against the couch cushions, hands on your hips.

“Let's see.. Oh, I know. A commercial jet cruises at around 575  miles per hour – that's 75% the speed of light, pips!-“

He spoke quickly, hands slipping off your hips and flying around in the air as he spoke, making movements like a plane moving quickly. The way his eyes lit up and the smile that tugged on his lips were enough to distract you from your need for a moment.

“- it could cross the Atlantic Ocean in about 7 hours! That’s why I can get to Linkon and back so quickly.”

Always the tease, he knew what to say to fluster you and make you smile. He had made a habit of visiting you randomly, and now you knew why; it’s just because he could quickly. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice his hands moving again until they cupped your breasts, tugging on a nipple gently and making you gasp.

“Earth to pipsqueak, I haven’t finished yet. Keep listening.”

A quick nod and he was off again, yet this time, the glint in his eyes seemed more evil than playful.

“Let me tell you about the cockpit then.. You know, we don’t start planes with key fobs like you do cars. We gotta use the ignition control – basically a series of switches. They have 5 positions on them..”

His hands landed on your hips as he smirked

“First is off, like this, yeah?”

You felt him tug you left, dick finally moving – a sharp moan breaking free from your throat at the feeling.

“Then we have left.. and let's not forget right”

You were tugged right before you could recover, mouth falling open in another moan as he laughed cruelly.

“Both..”

He shifted you left and right quickly, pressing against every nerve perfectly. Your clit rubbed against him, leaving a sticky mess in its wake. Neither of you cared enough to stop, he kept shifting you until he spoke again

“and finally start.”

You felt the familiar tingling of his Evol, eyes widening as he lifted you up and down against his length. Sat back against the pillows with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face – you looked blissed out, too far gone from finally getting the stimulation you craved to hear him finish his facts. You whined when his Evol pulled you down sharply again – holding you in place.

“Okay then.. time for Caleb's quiz, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened as he asked his questions, the first few you got right and he rewarded you. A finger on your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good but, just wasn’t enough, he was playing your body like a fiddle. Make you desperate for him and only him.

It was only when you started to mess up that things became.. mean.

“Nuhu, naughty pipsqueak. The temperature drops to negative fifty degrees Celsius not 30.  Remember, it’s because the engine compresses air more effectively, burning less fuel.”

His fingers stopped moving as he spoke, eyes hardening. You felt tears threaten to spill as he stopped, the friction you so desperately needed gone – you had been so close. Your orgasm was just a little push away, and now it was torn from your grasp.

“Aww, sweet girl, no, don’t cry. I should have known Pipsqueak can’t answer my questions... always disappointing me.. What should I do about that?”

He changed positions, so you were against the couch, hips moving slowly as he pretended to think. The friction was nice, but not nearly enough, and he knew that. Knew you weren’t getting what you desperately needed, he kept this up for what felt like hours-

“I’ve got it, your gonna take my cock like a good girl and not cum until I say. That’s your punishment, now be good, don’t disappoint me again.”

You heard that warning in his voice, his colonel's tone slipping through as his hips sped up. You had bratted him up once and came without permission. It wasn’t worth it, the punishment that followed, where he denied you his cock for 6 weeks was near on agony. You couldn’t do that again, refused to go through it, so you bit your lip and held your need off.

Your cult clenched and unclenched as he moved, moans spilling from your mouth that was now permanently open. He was impressed, really. Your control had improved so much from the first time you had slept together. He kept thrusting until he was close, until his stomach clenched with need, leaning into your ear, he whispered one command.

“Cum”

You fell apart, crying out his name, tears falling down your cheeks as your release finally spilled from you. He wasn’t far apart, pulling you against his chest as he spilled inside. Neither of you said anything for a long while, his fingers just ran up and down your back, smiling.

“So proud of you.. so proud of you.. That’s my good girl. That’s Caleb’s good girl.”

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