Love and deepspace one shots

Start Caleb was so handsome. He had always been, ever since we were kids. Mr popular, Mr sunshine, always smiling, excelling at anything he touches. If perfection had a face and name, it would undoubtedly have been his. He was the kind of person, when he walked into a room, time stilled, and everyone came up to talk to him. And at the end of the day, you weren’t quite sure if what you felt for him was…awe or envy. 

But this Caleb, the one kneeling in front of you at this very moment in his colonel uniform, was exuding an aura that you would have never imagined your childhood friend could ever bear. He was radiating a power that felt almost foreign to you, and that yet, was getting to you, like a viper coiling deep within your bones. 

Caleb had obviously always been hot. He always had that easy-going, sweet good-looking guy vibe that had girls swooping over him. But in that moment, you found yourself staggered, wondering how this guy you once knew like the back of your hand had suddenly turned into this different person, that was making your throat run dry.  

Did you even know him anymore? You couldn't help but ask him that as he stood there in that damn uniform you wanted to take off so bad it was making your skin itch. Or perhaps, it would be better to leave it on?

He had just returned from a fleet’s mission and had picked you up from your job. At the second you passed the door, he dropped to his knees and started helping you remove your shoes, and here you were, already battling with your demons, with demons that were howling louder with each passing seconds.

 “No matter what happens, I’ll always be the Caleb who helps you tie your shoes. I was then, and I am still now" he said as he took your shoes off, before pulling down your socks. 

 You looked away, as if trying to suppress the blush that was threatening to creep on your cheeks. Princess treatment and Caleb went hand in hand, but for some reason, now, his touch felt different and it affected you in a way you weren’t quite ready to acknowledge. 

 You gulped, trying to regain your composure, as one thought nagged at your mind. Was he? Still the same Caleb who used to help me tie my shoes? Your gaze sought his own, an unfamiliar pull tugging at your heart, one you could barely contain, a smoldering sensation you had been trying to stifle so hard it almost ached. And you were trying not to notice it or give into it, but with him kneeling in front of you, it was almost impossible not to. The urge to do something rash was burning into you, with a might you couldn’t ignore. 

 He had changed. It was undeniable, but did you honestly mind? The tension, the attraction, it was all still here… But everything felt different now. What was once a sweet innocent childhood crush suddenly felt like way more. It was desire, coiling inside you almost like a living thing. And the devil in your head, filled your mind with the most indecent thoughts. 

 Well, actually, maybe you had changed too. After all, you no longer were the innocent goody-two shoes you once were. Maybe you were as much of a stranger to him as he was to you now. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, repeating these words in your head like a mantra: He is a friend and he will remain one.

You had to remind yourself, again and again and again, trying to stamp the notion in your brain until it would stick while Caleb adjusted his hat. He rose up to his feet, brushing his uniform in a sleek motion that had your skin tingle. 

You bit your lip, your heart racing at the sight of how good he looked, your mind reeling with thoughts wicked enough to scandalize sin itself. Caleb’s eyes fluttered with a hint of confusion as he bent forward, cupping your face in a gentle motion. He ran his thumb over your lower lip, his voice going right through you, tantalizing: “What's wrong pipsqueak? Why are you biting your lip?” he asked. 

Pipsqueak?  STILL PIPSQUEAK? Here you were, mentally undressing him and he had to call you….. PIPSQUEAK? 

 “Caleb!,” You frowned, “I am not a little girl anymore! Don't pipsqueak me, you goober!” You crossed your arms grumpily, glaring at him.

 Caleb's eyes dropped to your body, your crossed arms lifting up your breasts in an enticing manner and he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander in the sleekness of your curves. Yes, you had grown, there was no doubt about that. After a moment, Caleb shook his head, snatching himself from his thoughts as he ruffled his hand through your hair, before saying, in a teasing tone: “pipsqueak” 

At that point, you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to punch him out of rage, or kiss him to silence him. And you were left wondering….How, in a moment such as this, he managed to make a word like pipsqueak sound hot?

Caleb tilted his head as a smirk adorned his face. “What’s wrong with pipsqueak? You used to love it, didn’t you?” He declared, pinching your cheek.

 Your frustration boiled over as you swatted his hands. “Don't call me that! Can't you think of any other nickname?” You asked, annoyed and dangerously turned on by his teasing. Gosh this time, he was really getting under my skin. It was both unnerving and incredibly tempting, for some senseless reason.

 “Aw, someone's feisty today.” He chuckled, clearly not realizing how much you were struggling to hold yourself back. 

 You huffed and stepped back, as if desperately trying to put some distance between you two. You were getting too flustered, and it was only going to spur him on to continue, and you weren’t sure you could take much more before you would snap. The impulse to break the distance between you and jump onto him was getting almost impossible to subdue and you realized you had to get him out of your sight. You weren’t sure what was wrong with your head today, but one thing was clear, you couldn’t trust yourself around him.

 You walked up to his room that you had claimed as your own and sat on the bed. The first thing you noticed as you did was the lingering smell coming to tickle your nostrils: his smell. His room smelt like him, and in that moment, it was both a comfort and a torment. And what only made things more difficult was that of course, he followed in after you, his face bearing a hint of curiosity, but also of concern. 

“What's wrong, pipsqueak? Why are you getting so angry with me? I've always called you pipsqueak, so why doesn’t it suddenly bug you that I do? Did I do something wrong?” he asked as he approached. He removed his colonel’s hat and placed it on the bedside table before running his hand through his hair, in an uneasy gesture. You gasped, that single motion causing butterflies in your stomach. You inhaled, attempting to calm down as you looked away, clearly ruffled.

Caleb kneeled in front of you, his hand lifting up your chin until your eyes met his. His gaze was deep, as consuming as the ocean, carrying a silent desperation that almost drowned you. 

 And in that moment, you realized there was nowhere left for you to run or hide. “That's the point Caleb, I….It's a friendly term. And… as endearing it is…I don't wanna be your pipsqueak anymore.”

A flicker of hurt passed through his expression, twisting it sharply. “But we are friends, aren’t we?” he argued. “I thought… we were best friends, so why can't I give you an endearing nickname?” 

His eyes darkened with a might that screamed desperation. He clutched your wrists and pinned you down on the bed, trapping you with his body. His face faltered, a look of pain in his eyes that almost felt unbearable…It was then that you realized how deeply your words had cut, as sharp as a double-edged blade.  “But…aren't we…important to each other? Best friends? Please, pipsqueak, don't take that away from me…”

Your heart jumped in your throat as you tried to free yourself from his grasp, “Caleb, I don't want to be your best friend anymore!”

 Caleb's eyes widened with shock as your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He released your wrists as he lowered his head, breaking the distance between you. “Aren't we at least friends?” He asked as he pulled his hands over the bed’s railing, caging you as he leaned closer, your flustered face, your wide eyes, everything you just said making his brain spin with only two possibilities. 

 “We- we are….” You stuttered. Caleb's heart skipped a beat as he searched for your face. Your words, your reactions were reeling him in, “or ,maybe not….” in a sudden boost of confidence he decided to try his luck. “Let's test that out, shall we?” He said in a deep raspy voice that reverberated straight to your core, sending a shiver down your spine.

Caleb had had enough. He had waited long enough, endured long enough, yearned long enough, pinned you down long enough. Now was time for action and he knew there were only two possible outcomes now: either you would break his heart or you’d become his. 

Years of pent-up longing, forcing himself back so as to not cross any boundaries, of being patient when all this time he was so clearly in love with you made his heart clench and his mind spin, and in that moment, he realized, he couldn’t do it anymore, and before you even realized, his lips were on your neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly.

 You craned your neck instinctively and bit your lips as your hands immediately found his hair, almost out of pure instinct. You ran your fingers through his hair as he groaned, the gesture making him more confident in his approach. He peppered kisses on your neck, biting and sucking lightly, leaving a small trail of hickeys on your skin, as a proof of his lip’s enticing passage.

 “Just tell me I am not alone in this. Tell me that you want me, more than you would a best friend. Please, Pipsqueak.” He growled, his desperation palpable as his breath ghosted over your ears. He was fighting to hold himself together, his body strained from the effort. His voice was hoarse and raspy with need as you yourself struggled to even form a coherent thought. 

 You couldn’t help but tug on his hair as he left his mark on your neck, the gesture prompting a gasp from him. Caleb’s gaze lifted to bear into yours, as he firmly asked, “Do you want me to stop? Tell me now, because I may not be able to stop if you let me continue.”  

“Fuck it, don't stop” you said as you crashed your lips against his, kissing him with fervor and passion that nearly drowned you. Without wasting a second he leaned into the kiss, his entire body cradling you with silent desperation, responding to each of your gestures as though this was the one thing he had been yearning for…for all these years.

 His one hand cupped your cheeks together as the other moved under you before he pulled you up against him until you were on his lap. He kissed you, again and again, relentlessly. He devoured your lips like a man starved and as soon as you broke free to catch your breath, he found your lips once more, “No, please. Just let me… I can't wait…. or stop.” He gasped as he held your face with both his hands now, clinging to you as if terrified you’d disappeared if he’d just let you go. He deepened the kiss, his body nudging you on the bed again, keeping you trapped under his weight.

 He started to undo his uniform as you tried to steady your erratic breathing, but before you even could, he was on you again. His body only encompassed yours more as he pinned your wrists above your head, his lips moving against yours as if you were but his very oxygen, almost bruising and swelling.

 “Caleb I……need to ……breathe” You complained, completely out of breath, in between kisses. He stilled for a second, as if needing to catch his breath himself, but after a moment, his lips found yours again. ”No, not yet. You do not need anything but me. You've starved me long enough. Now, you are just going to have to take whatever I decide to give you…..And be a good girl.”

You squealed as he nibbled at your lower lip and sucked on it. Out of pure instinct, you parted your lips, letting him explore your mouth as you desperately attempted to regain your breaths through his exploration. He left you dizzy, yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop, just as he couldn’t stop now. The way he kissed you was enough to make the world blur and stars fill your vision.

Caleb straightened slightly and was about to remove his jacket when you pressed your hands against him, stopping him in his tracks. Surprise crossed his eyes when your fingers began to trail down his chest before you began to unbutton his jacket yourself. “I like the uniform. I want to be the one to strip you out of it, Colonel.” 

 Caleb’s breath hitched at your words, their intensity and boldness sending a tingle throughout his entire body. “The way you purred ‘Colonel’ now sounds so good, pipsqueak. You like that, huh? The authority? Want me to control you, give orders? Would you obey?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“I will try to be patient. After all, you’ve been getting under my skin quite a lot, these days.” You mumbled as you stripped him out of his jacket, his bare chest now exposed to your eyes, all yours to touch.  You let your hands roam over his body, letting your fingers explore the way his muscles rippled under your touch, almost like a mesmerizing dance that had your breath still.

Caleb’s fists clenched at his sides as his mouth opened in a gasp. He tilted his head back in pleasure as he let you trace the lines of his body, his hands coming to rest on your hips in a shaky gesture.

“I want this tenderness to be mine only.” He declared, his voice tinged with a hint of nervosity, as though scared it wouldn’t be. You answered by leaving a few small bites on his neck, followed by a few licks to lessen the bites, which caused a whimper to roll off his tongue. As a response, he tightened his hold on you and yanked your body flush against his.

You could feel him hiss under you as your mouth adorned his neck with more love bites, when your lips eventually landed his Adam’s apple. He stilled as you gently nibbled the sensitive flesh there, which elicited a moan from him. Unable to contain himself any longer, he pushed you down the bed again, his eyes dark with desire. 

“You think it’s funny, huh? Let’s see how long you’ll keep laughing. Once I’m done with you, your body, your lips, your heart, your pussy, all of it will belong to me. I’ll fuck you over and over, until you forget your own name, but you’ll be screaming mine. You’ll be mine.” His fingers traced the skin under your shirt, his touch slow, almost deliberate. For a moment, he hesitated, as if weighing his next move. “Can I? May I?” He asked, tugging at the material.

You grinned. For someone who had just stated he would claim you until you were his, he was sure being considerate. But you couldn’t paint yourself as surprised. After all, this was exactly the Caleb you know, sweet and caring even when his instincts screamed at him to do otherwise. 

“Yes, you may.” you gave him the permission he sought and not even a second later, he was already out of his shirt, his hands proceeding to help you remove your pants. You laid there, your body subjected to his intense gaze and you had only one thought: why the hell didn’t you wear something sexier than your granny’s panties and a mismatched bra?

But he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were glued to your body, hungry like that of a predator. He bit his lips as he took you in. “You…you are amazing. Every inch of you I want to kiss….Every inch of you, I want to own.” He proclaimed as his fingers gently began to caress your body, one of his hands moving up your stomach as the other spread your thighs so he could settle between them.

“I will ask one last time. Are you sure, pipsqueak? Because after this, I will strip completely, and I will peel all of your clothes off. If you don't stop me now, I will fuck you and I will make you mine. This is your last chance to back out if you want to. You won’t get another.”

Your only response was a rough kiss, making it clear as to your stand. You tugged at his boxers, pulling him towards you. “No longer your pipsqueak, Caleb” you whispered. Caleb growled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your hips against him so you could feel the depth of his desire

“Oh Pipsqueak, on the contrary, you will always be my pipsqueak. And you are going to realize that now, more than ever.” he breathed in a raspy moan as he unclipped your bra before brushing it off your shoulders.

He couldn't help but stare for a second, his eyes filled with such lust you felt you’d founder just from his gaze alone. “God…you have no idea ..how hard it is to not cum just looking at you” He said, his voice strained as he leaned down to kiss your collarbone.

After a moment, he raised his face to yours, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation, and when he found none, his pupils dilated, eyes dark with lust, hunger, and an almost worshipful adoration. He grabbed your tits and started sucking. He bit down, just enough to make you gasp, before his tongue soothed the sting. Sucking, teasing, his lips wrapped around your nipple while his other hand rolled and pinched the other to a peak, then he switched, relentless in his attention.

He was devouring you, his movements desperate, each touch fueled by something raw and unrestrained. His breath came in ragged, as if he needed you more than air itself. You moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, your body arching into his. His mouth, his hands, the way he molded against you, everything about him sent heat coursing through your veins. His heavy breathing fanned over your face as his teeth grazed your ear, the gesture making your body instinctively press itself harder against him, as if desperate for more friction, for more of his touch. 

As if answering your body’s silent pleadings, he drove his hands between your thighs, spreading them open in a smooth motion. He lifted your legs, clapping them over his waist, letting you feel his hardness against your core. Though you were both still in your underwear, you could feel the bulge in his boxers pressing against your soaked core, tantalizing. A shiver went down your spine, and you couldn’t help but tighten your legs around his waist, grinding against him, seeking more contact. He hissed at the gesture as he clenched your hips, squeezing harder yet. 

“You are eager, aren't you? I am glad to know you want me just as much as I want you. Be a good girl and raise your hips for me.” he asked, his voice low, filled with pent-up lust and desire, every fiber of him taut with restraint. He was holding back, his eyes drinking your breathless form. But when you lifted your hips, his control frayed. His fingers hooked into your panties, dragging them down in one swift, urgent motion.

He gulped, your glistening folds making him lick his own lips in anticipation. Then, he raised his gaze to your flushed face and just as you were about to close your legs again, he hooked his hands between them, keeping them open to his hungry eyes. He gave in to his urges, his lips dropping to your stomach and travelling down to your pussy.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I am having my meal. Now, stay still, Princess. Let me taste you.” He groaned, his husky voice sending chills down your body, a jolt of shock shooting directly into your brain. You attempted to close your thighs again, but he took advantage of the gesture to hook them around his neck as he passed his tongue over your slit. You squeezed your thighs over his face, but that only fueled him further and he began to leave open-mouthed kisses on your wet pussy.  

“God, you taste so fucking good.” He growled. His mouth descended on you again, sucking at your clit, drinking you in as if you were the last meal he’d ever have. A barely restrained moan escaped your lips as your fingers clamped around the sheets in a desperate gesture. You threw your head back in ecstasy, your back arching into his mouth, seeking more of his attention.. “Caleb!” You let out a breathy whimper. 

“Fuck!” He cursed, the low rasp of his voice curled around you, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “You are so sensitive. Your body responds so well to me. Say my name like that again, please. I want to hear it again.” He almost pleaded, as he shamelessly curled his tongue inside you, eating you out. His mouth was relentless, as though he was dying of thirst.

Caleb was growing bolder by the second, and he quickly proceeded to use his fingers. At first, he pressed his thumb against your clit, shifting it in a circle motion as his tongue lapped your core, when his mouth suddenly dropped to your clit, sucking almost ferally. His fingers joined in, coating in your wetness before pushing inside you. All the while, his eyes remained locked on you, observing your every reaction, trying to find the spot that made you arch your back the most.  

It was but a few moments before he was two fingers deep. He changed the angle, his mouth devouring you as your body wiggled under pleasure at his ministrations. Jolts of pleasure shot down your spine, coiling deep into your core. His fingers were nothing short of magic, long, strong, relentless, reaching places yours never could. They curled inside you, exploring, coaxing, stretching, leaving you breathless. Every movement sent a wave of heat crashing over you, leaving your body trembling, your vision blurring as you tumbled into bliss, seeing nothing but stars.

He grinned, triumphant: “found It” as he doubled his efforts.

“CALEB!” You practically cried in delight, grinding your hips against his mouth, as if begging for more. The sensations were so intense and overwhelming they swallowed all sense of initial embarrassment. “I AM GONNA CUM” you warned him. 

But he didn't stop or lessen his pace: “Cum for me pipsqueak. Let me taste you. Cum on my tongue” he practically ordered. And you indulged him. You came, unable to stop the tremors wracking your body, shivers rippling through you as he drank you in, ravenous and unrelenting.

A moan rolled off his tongue as he watched you lose yourself to your pleasure. He sat up, his mouth glistening with your release as he pulled his boxers down. He leaned toward you and placed a soft kiss on your lips that felt differently intoxicating. And in your post orgasmic bliss, you almost didn’t notice his bulge went right up his stomach.

And in that moment, you realized something. He had you exactly where he wanted. And now that he had made you cum once, he wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon. He’d do it, again and again, and again. He’d keep going until you asked him to stop.

Your eyes were riveted on his length. Caleb was as girthy as he was long and he had an impressive cock. But it wasn’t a surprise. After all, everything about him had always been impressive, so why would this be any different? And now, he was yours. The golden boy was yours, his body was yours, his cock was yours. You could have it all, and your thighs gripped him tighter at the image that had formed in your head. 

Caleb, who had been watching you in silence, finally moved, spreading your legs and settling between them. Your breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping as he lifted your hips, placing a pillow beneath you. “Are you comfortable enough? Shall we continue?” he asked, his voice low, but the smirk on his lips was no longer shy. If anything, his eyes burned with unrestrained hunger, filled with raw, uninhibited lust. He looked at you as though you were his only desire, the glint in his gaze almost dangerous. He leaned forward and took your nipple between his teeth. He sucked, pulling gently, before releasing it with a small pop. 

“Caleb!” You jolted as he held your legs firmly.

"My name isn't a safe word, if you want me to stop, say stop. You'll be moaning my name anyways." He nibbles at your wrist lightly, then he gently but firmly pinned your wrist above your head, now hovering above you, his length almost at your core, barely touching. “I am gonna give you one last chance to reconsider your answer. So, tell me, pipsqueak, are you sure? Because afterwards, it will be too late to turn back.” His voice spun around your head as a warning, as he rubbed himself against your wet slick, eliciting another moan from you.

You shake your head as you wrap your legs around him, steering closer to him. Your body trembles as you arch into him, seeking more friction to soothe the ache that has begun to coil inside your belly. “I've made my choice Caleb. I want you. I need you. I have never been more certain of anything in my life.”

“Oh pipsqueak, relax…. don't move, or I'll have to use my evol on you. You wouldn't want that, would you?.” He said, his tone almost playful as he lined himself at your opening, teasing your entrance with his tip, barely entering.

Your breath hitched, a shiver running through your body. Even if he did use his evol, you wouldn't mind. You found it hot, exhilarating. The tip of him nudging against you, made you flush a deep crimson, heat pooling in every inch of your body.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy is sucking me in already…Relax, baby. If it's too much for you just bite me, okay?” He instructed, releasing your wrist as he leaned down to offer his neck and shoulder to your control. Your hands immediately moved to his back, clinging to him, nails digging through his skin as he pushed into you. Your mouth found the crook of his neck as you bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to leave your mark and claim him. Caleb groaned in response, and he sucked on your neck in return, gently kissing and nipping at your skin.

“Why are you so tense? Maybe it's my fault. I should have made sure every inch of you was ready to accept all of me." his voice bounced over you in a seductive whisper, his breath ghosting over your lips. He placed another kiss onto your lips, swallowing your gasps and hisses. Your hands dug into his back, holding onto him as to a lifeline when he suddenly used his evol to pin your wrists again as he moved into you completely, uniting your bodies. His hands gripped your hips firmly, anchoring you in place. 

“Stay still, pipsqueak. Let yourself adjust to me. You are doing so good” he praised you, but you noticed the strain in his voice, as though he was struggling to contain himself and hold himself back from going harder. 

Caleb was big. Very big. The biggest you ever had. And he stretched you out, oh so completely and sinfully, “Caleb!” you whined.

“Shh shh shh, I am here, Pipsqueak. God, you are so fucking tight. It’s…..mmhmm fuuuckkk…It’s so hard not to just plunge into you again and again, honey.” He gasped, his hips rotating under the flow of his voice, punctuating each of his words. 

His name escaped your lips once more, in a moaned cry: “Caleb!!” 

He smirked, pleased. “Saying my name won't make me stop.” He stated, his voice low and commanding, as he withdrew, only to seat himself within you again. You gasped, the suddenness of his gesture taking you by surprise, and moaned, your back arching further in response.

A slow pressure started building in your lower belly as he set a steady pace. It was neither too fast, nor too slow, but somehow, it wasn’t enough, and it left you aching, yearning for more. Your gaze raised up to him, screeching with silent desperation as your face contorted with pleasure, and by the mere sight of you, he knew exactly how you felt, and what you wanted. Your expression communicated your desires more efficiently than any words ever could. After all, he did know you that well. 

“Feeling tingly? Then I'll be rougher.” With that, he heaved your legs and hooked them over his shoulder, slamming forward, his hips crashing against yours, going deeper and harder. “How does this feel?” He asked.

“Too deep, Caleb!” You whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity the new angle allowed him. 

“It's too deep? Okay then, I'll be more gentle…and I won’t go as deep.” he answered, lowering your legs slightly, and adjusting the angle to accommodate you. He set a gentler rhythm, holding your legs over his waist, moving slowly, tantalizingly, not going all the way in. 

His face was flushed, his ears burning red from the effort of holding back. He moved slowly, dragging against your walls with agonizing care. You wanted to cry, torn between the consuming gratitude for his consideration and the frustration of the slow, torturous pace that only heightened your need.

“Caleb!! Harder….deeper” you begged.

Caleb stilled for a moment, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “So it can't be too deep or too shallow? Can't be too rough, or too gentle either. You are so hard to please.” he hummed against your ear, his voice a teasing whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

Then, he gripped your hip with one hand, pressing down on your stomach with the other as he slammed in again, slowly dragging himself out. He set a torturously slow, but hard and deep pace, the pressure on your belly making you feel every inch of him, intensifying the sensation with each deliberate thrust.

 “Take it. Take it, like a good girl. I know you can take it.” He murmured, his voice thick with desire as he maintained a steady, relentless pace, making you take every delicious inch of him.

The way his muscles flexed, the sound of his voice, the soft kisses he left on your skin, his hands holding you down, and the heat of his breath on your body….He was the last tether to your sanity, the boy who could shatter it all.

You cried out, your nails scratching his back as he moved against your body like your were meant for him, setting your every nerve on fire. All you could do was moan his name, over and over, until your voice faltered. He threw his head back, sweat glistening on his chest, his hair ruffled and disheveled from your touch.

He kissed you, driving in and out of your depths over and over again, rolling his hips, hiking you closer to him. “So…..fucking….pretty. All ruined for me. All for me…moaning my name. You can't even think straight anymore, can you, baby?”

That was it, the moment when you stopped belonging to yourself, and suddenly became his. The coil in your stomach tightened, and you whimpered his name over and over, your voice strained, consumed by him. All you could do was feel him, see him, touch him, taste him. He was right about one thing, his name was the only mantra you couldn't forget.

And god, did he love nothing more than his name slipping from your mouth in such a way, like a prayer. It was better than any song he could ever hear. The way you clung to him, how your body responded to his, the marks he left on your skin, everything about you was finally his. He could have sworn he was hearing angels sing, but it was just your moans. You were his, and every sound that escaped you, every cry of his name, was proof that he was the one who made you feel this good, him. Only him.

“I…. I am gonna cum Caleb!” you moaned out.

“That's it. That's right. Cum for me, pipsqueak. Let me feel you clench around me. Let me see the faces you make, and the sound that escape your mouth when you come. Be mine, be my good girl. Scream my name.” He muttered urgently as if holding back his own release.

As you lost yourself in the waves of pleasure for the second time, he couldn't hold back any longer. He followed right after you, his hips stuttering as he let out a raspy moan of his own. 

“Oh fuck, that's right. Mine, my girl. My god girl. Oh fuck…..you take it so well…mhmmm fuckkkk….ugh…. so good.” He all but moaned out praises as you crashed down from your height.

His body slouched toward you in exhaustion, and his weight pressed in on you. An amused giggle swirled out your mouth as you started to regain your composure, little by little. You lifted your hand to his head and began to thread your fingers through his hair with surprisingly gentle care in contrast to the intensity of the intercourse from moments ago. He nestled into you, as if seeking more of your comforting touch. After a moment, he slowly removed his softened member from out of you, careful in his movement so as to not hurt you. As his gaze fell on the remnants of the night, dripping on your body and tainting the bedsheets, an embarrassed expression crossed his face. You could instantly tell what he was thinking. Had he gone too hard?

“Oh, God….I’m so sorry” he gulped, a lump forming in his throat. “I…I should bring a towel. Are you…Are you okay? Did I… hurt you? Fuck I…” The post-coital guilt washed over him like a tidal wave, crashing through him with a force he couldn’t escape.

“Caleb….it's okay.. I enjoyed it. You were …. amazing.” you reassured him. He let out a relieved sigh, but still looked at you with a sheepish smile. He rose to his feet and cleaned himself. He put his discarded boxers back on before he fetched a warm wet towel for you, and helped you clean up. 

He gave you his shirt to wear, helping you slip it on. It fell to your knees and was way too big for you, but he seemed to feel a deep sense of pride and belonging at the sight of you in his clothes. He tenderly stroked your cheek. Pulling you in, you snuggled against him, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

 “We crossed a line.” He said, absentmindedly as his fingers drew soft circles on your waist.

 You shrugged. “Good. It was about time we did, don't you think?”

 Caleb smiled as he wrenched you closer, his eyes bearing into yours, intense, and in that moment, you could tell his next words would change everything. “I….I love you more than you realize, Pipsqueak.”

 “Again with the Pipsqueak? With such a confession as this one, couldn't you use a proper nickname?” You complained as you snuggled up against him, your eyes now droopy.

He let out a soft laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “You’re my pipsqueak now.” His voice was filled with adoration, a quiet claim wrapped in warmth.

A/N: A huge thanks to MaudGaltier for editing this! You guys should check her out it you want!

This was heavily inspired by Caleb level 85 secret times: lover's whisper. I tried to stay as true as to the character as I could, I hope you all enjoy it!