Behave For Me . . . ! ★

𝔻𝕀𝔼 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝔸 𝕊𝕄𝕀𝕃𝔼 - Caleb × MC

inspired by and dedicated to @solifloris <3

do u guys mind if I get creepy and weird with it

IS THIS LOVE? ( 夏以昼. )

18+ content / smut, mdni—stalker!reader, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!caleb, reader is crazy & caleb matches her freak, reader has electricity evol, dubcon, throatfucking, cum eating, caleb being ooc probs, not proofread >.<

you can’t help it that you love him so much! you want to know everything about him and would do anything to know him better.

and that’s why you find yourself in front of his dorm room, your finger surging with electricity as it brushes against the locked keypad making the lock to shift open.

you immediately barge into the sweet sanctuary that is your love’s room and dive into his perfect and pristinely made bed, rubbing your face against his pillow and inhaling deeply. it’s so fucking intoxicating and it’s making your body shake with arousal. you’ve been fantasizing for weeks about what you would do in his room and now that you’re actually here, it’s all just so overwhelming.

but electric beeping outside makes your heart sink as you almost panic, quickly throwing yourself under his bed, scrapping your elbows and knee in the process but luckily made it out of sight when you hear the creak of the door opening.

the silence is agonizing; you hold your breath and see caleb’s military boots walk to his desk and then his bed before he walks towards the door again. saliva is building up in your mouth as you are too scared to even swallow and make a sound.

the air is ripped from your lungs as an invisible force grabs your legs and pulls you out from under the bed and throws you on top of it. you almost scream out of surprise but the same force is smothering your mouth and pinning your body against the mattress.

you squirm against the force until you feel a warm hand press against your neck. you look up and see caleb looking at you with a disdained expression. even now, all you can think about is how handsome he is— you’ve never seen him this close before and it makes your core ache.

“i’m quite surprised you pulled something this bold… after all, you’ve followed and watched me from afar for so long, right, Y/N?”

he knows your name name? you think to yourself, a content smile spreading across your face. it makes you so happy you could just die right now.

the hand on your neck slowly moves down your body; you watch as his fingertips go through the valley of your chest as it rises and falls, watch as his fingers play with the waistband of your skirt, and watch even more intently as he flips your skirt up, exposing the wetness soaking your lace panties.

“hm, what’s this?”

the force covering your mouth dissipates slowly and you lick your lips in anticipation, “i-i like you,” you whine pathetically, “just like you so much.”

he laughs, and smiles at you with eyes full of pity and fake sympathy. this is better than any dream you’ve ever had, “i can see that, baby,” caleb coos, his fingers now barely grazing against your thigh, stopping right before where you need him most and it makes you whine again, desperately. “god, you don’t have a single ounce of shame in that greedy body, do ya?

you nod madly, “yes, caleb… need you so bad.”

you hear him scoff before you feel his fingers trace up and down on the outside of your core through your panties. his index finger hooks the thin covering and he pushes his middle finger into your heat down to the first knuckle; he groans at the tight, warm, and wet feeling enveloping his skin.

“need it? but… do you deserve it?” he pulls his hand back and brings it to his mouth, softly sucking on his finger pad. it’s delicious— you’re delicious.

he can’t help but feel evil as he laughs at your whining and whimpering about how willing you are to prove to caleb how much you deserve it, deserve him, deserve his touch and affection.

“okay, i’ll let you prove it to me: you’re gonna suck my dick and i’ll decide if you deserve more.”

the immense pressure that once held down your entire body is lifted and you eagerly sit up, your hands immediately reaching out to unzip his pants until he slaps them away with the back of his hand.

“did i give you the right to touch me?” he scolded you with a dark look in his eyes.

you look at him with a starving expression but you don’t break eye contact as you unbutton and unzip his pants with your teeth. he pulls his jeans down just enough to let his erection spring out from his boxers. it’s so pretty— you feel your mouth watering at the glorious sight.

you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward and deeply inhaling the scent of his sweat and arousal that have seeped through his underwear. you kitten lick the stain making it wetter and larger and your eyes roll at the bitter tang of his pre-cum.

“you gonna actually suck me off or are you just going to cum at the taste of me all by yourself?”

you mumble an apology, readjusting your position so you can take his tip into your drooling mouth. you lick his slit and swirl your tongue around his head, completely savoring his taste. he groans, placing his hand on your shoulder and digs his fingers into it.

slowly, you start to take his length further into your mouth until he reaches the back of your throat— and fuck, only about half of his cock is actually in your mouth. you try to hollow your cheeks and not gag pathetically at the suffocating feeling of his cock entering your airway.

you force yourself further and further down his length until you can feel his short pubes scratch at your nose and cheeks. you honestly don’t notice your nose is almost directly against his happy trail due to every braincell in your dumb head focusing on breathing through your nose. at this point, you honestly feel like you’re floating in heaven (or maybe you’re just light headed from the lack of oxygen…)

“mhm, you’re doing good, so good,” caleb praises, his head thrown back in pleasure. tears begin to prick at your eyes and fall down your cheeks, and he wipes them away with his thumb which he then brings to his lips to lick away.

he forcefully pulls your mouth off his cock and it makes a dirty pwop sound and the noise of your panting fills the room. “i’m gonna fuck your throat now, okay?” he doesn’t wait for your answer (he doesn’t have to; he knows you’re okay with it) as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat.

you gag around his length but you don’t make any effort to stop his rough abuses against your throat, simply letting caleb hold your head in place as he treats your mouth like his personal pocket pussy. drool is dribbling down your chin as you can’t help but groan and moan with his cock stuffed down your throat as the ache in your core is getting more and more unbearable.

you can tell he’s getting close by the erratic pace he’s shoving his length down your throat, and he lets out a loud, whiny moan as shoves your back back into his happy trail as his thick seed spills down your throat, your throat constricting against his cock as you make sure to swallow it all. caleb doesn’t take his cock out of your mouth until he’s softening again, but he hisses in overstimulation when you slurp against it as he pulls out.

“thank you…” you say, your voice hoarse and low, as you nuzzle your forehead against his waist, “i’ll leave now… i’m sorry for bothering you… and following you… you’ll never see me again, i’m so sorry—”

“don’t be sorry, baby, you passed with flying colors.”

・❥ CALEB P LINKS!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: some twitter p links for my subby!caleb

a/n :: a lil sum for hitting 500 !! halfway to 1k omg🥹🥹 thank you all so much!!

- shaving caleb but he's just so sensitive!!

- you told him he couldnt touch it

- humphumphump

- such cute matching onesies!

- shower overstim :p

- rubbing him through his boxers

- he lets you use him

- worshipping ur cunt

- he cums too fast :(

- him and a vibe istg

- chasing your touch

- torture him!!!

- keep em wide open

- close up of him and his toys

- peggingggggg:33

- he can't cum without you touching his nips

- thigh fucking

What they're like when they're drunk:

(Requested)

Zayne: I think we all already know. God, he can't stop kissing you, can't stop touching you. There's only one way this is going to end.

Xavier: He's out like a light. One moment he's drinking next to you and the next he's sleeping on the table. He might babble a few incomprehensible things.

Rafayel: We've seen him drunk too. His face gets quite red, and he turns strangely solemn and sincere towards you. Good for heartfelt conversations.

Sylus: He drinks regularly and has a high tolerance. It's rare to see him drunk. But it's easy to know he's drunk because he will be quieter, pulling you onto his lap to hold you, just staying there in silence.

Caleb: Triple threat. Clingy, blushy and prone to crying. Please get him off the floor and give him some cuddles stat.

You know...

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Daily sketch #9

𐔌 𖹭 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 ˖ ࣪✧

ᡴꪫ. part 2 & oral, curse gave him accidental aphrodisiacs oh nooo 𖹭 f. reader ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

˖ ࣪ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ۫ ۶ৎ the reception for part one was pretty good so I made this a lil longer. eat up ૮𐔌ᡘ ´ ˘ `๑꒱ა !

satoru gojo still won't let you suck him off.

you're on plan f after yet another failed attempt of tending to his morning wood. or maybe it's plan g if you include your attempt at sixty-nining? maybe plan h for thinking handcuffs could hold him? your pussy's still aching after that one. you're starting to lose hope.

but who thought help would come in the form of overworking and curses. two banes in your relationship with the strongest sorcerer — ended up being the ace up your sleeve.

the front door shuts. you brace yourself for warm arms and hearty kisses all down you neck. instead - slump. a sudden weight nearly bucks your knees and you push back to stabilise.

"satoru?" your eyes flutter wide and you spin to the boneless mess that is your boyfriend. blindfold pushed further into tousled hair. no grin, only a low pout. his face warm, bright pink. blue eyes like murky oceans as his forehead slumps into yours.

you don't quite notice the tremble on his lips, or the hitch of his breath when you press closer.

"baby . . . "

"oh toru, you look exhausted."

your tender hands become his sanctuary. his face buries into them while you stroke your thumbs along his cheekbones. dinner would have to wait, your boyfriend needs a shower and sleep.

he's panting, he must be beyond fatigued.

it's what he adored about you; how you took care of him. he — a behemoth next to you, and yet you so dutifully ushered him into the bathroom, helped him into comfortable clothes and laid him on his side of the bed.

"I'll be right back, yeah?" your hand strokes through his hair to lay a kiss on his forehead, before you're off. so blind to the way his fingers thread along your shirt's hem as you part. almost pleading, needing.

satoru groans and tucks his face into the pillow. he feels every breath, every twitch. it's far too warm in these four walls for winter. he just showered but his skin feels clammy. the air in his lungs shallows.

your pillow - your scent. that expensive floral perfume he insisted on buying for you. it does more harm than good. he barely even realised that he'd slowly, sloppily shifted it between his legs. one small roll of his hips devastated him. his head falls into the sheets. another groan. this is torture. how is he already so hard? how is he already throbbing into the fluff —

"toru?" that soft voice will be the death of him. he shakily casts a glance. tries to mouth an apology and fumble your pillow away, but you're over him in seconds. "are you okay? what's going on?"

so understanding. so caring. his throat bobs as he melts into your weight on his back and the thumb on his cheekbone.

"really weird curse today," another throat clear. "so tired. fuck, I didn't realise it even hit me. just feel s'hot, baby. so hot." as if he wasn't sorry for it in the first place, his hips stutter on your pillow again.

it clicks. how glad you are he isn't facing you. the grin you muster is both parts evil and mischievous. as if you cherry-picked the curse on his latest mission. perhaps the universe really is on your side.

"so hot, toru? let me help . . ."

his eyes snap open wide. he knew the second he felt your sneaky palm cupped over his bulge, he just signed his soul off.

and right now? he's too weak to fight you on it.

head tossed back. white strands strung over his sweat-glistened forehead. the pink dust painted into a hot, red blush over his face. every second breath warrants a gulp. wrists tied - frankly loosely - to the headboard. it didn't matter. satoru gojo didn't have his strength in this moment.

"shit - sweetheart - hah." your tongue traces on the lithe bump just below his cockhead. your lips join the mix in a slow suckle. coating his dick in gloss with every tentative movement of your mouth.

you giggle as his hips buck. nimble fingers squeeze around his dick's base you can just barely wrap your hand around. "yeah? you were depriving yourself of this all along, you know."

you smooch a sweet kiss to his tip. slow, sensual, before you start sucking down. from the angle you witness his pretty blue eyes flutter rapidly and nearly roll back. muscles tense as he tugs on his binds. how easy it would be to snap them. if every inch of his body didn't feel on fire. if every little lick and suck didn't have him spilling like a fountain.

"don't . . . 'ont, baby." he struggle through a taut jaw. your lips swiftly trace back down, along that one, throbbing vein on his underside. before your tongue presses flat and strokes a long stripe back to the tip. your hand follows the motion in a jerk. he whines.

"fuck. wait. don't - I — "

velvet wraps around his angry, hot tip once more. this time you take him deeper. push the plush head to the corner of your cheek then withdraw — then back again, this time down your throat.

satoru's eyes widen. pupils blown out. his mouth hangs agape as he focuses his remainder strength on not fucking his dick down your throat. his hands clench. his chest stutters. balls tighten as a release quickly builds, tight in his gut. every bob of your head is a sinful image. with your lips stretched round his girth while you gaze at him through sultry lashes.

fuck, he can't do this. he shouldn't - "babbyyyy," he whines, breathless, pitched. "gotta stop - fuck - gonna cum. please."

pop! you part with a pant while your hand mindlessly keeps a fluid stroke. "why?" airy, near-cruelly, sweetly. "why won't you let me? why are you stopping me?"

"want you t'feel good - wanna make. . . wanna make you feel good too -"

"I do feel good, satoru."

his breath hitches. you give him a glossy smile and trace kisses in a tender circle over his cockhead. together with a squeeze and a thumb stroking vertically onto that prominent vein, you croon.

"feel so good when I'm making you feel good. promise you're not selfish. please? I just wanna show you how much I love you."

another kiss. he's teary with need. it's the aphrodisiac. that damn curse. making him weak, making him vulnerable. but maybe . . . it's worth it, if it's for you,

maybe feeling good isn't such a sin, if it's you.

"okay," he gulps. throat tight. lips trembled. "okay, sweetheart. I'll — mngh!"

it's quite possible all six eyes rolled back. his hips jerk at the sudden warmth engulfing his dick. you took him back down your throat with ease. hand messily pumping on whatever you couldn't fit as you dutifully got to work. head bobbing, cheeks hallowing. how could you possibly be patient?

for months he denied you. half the year, even. deprived you of taste. of the satisfaction to make him feel good. his retribution will come in the back of your throat. his plush, throbbing tip hits it repeatedly and he squirms from the overwhelm.

"baby - fuck-!" snap. one bind falls from his wrist. instead of pushing you away this time, his fingers delve to your scalp and hold. tightly. hips fall into rhythm. he fucks your throat in a way you could only dream of for months. till your eyes are rolling back with his.

spit and slick drip to his thighs. down your chin. a mess you're proud of. you'll pull back to suck near-suffocation on his tip then dive back down when a familiar throb alerts you.

"gonna - g-gonna - shit - babbyyyyy," a small arch finds his back. his hips sloppily, pitifully try to match your pace. his balls throb again. tighten. his tip pulses. he aches in heat, in pleasure. jaw taut and head flung back as you take him higher - and higher — until finally,

"fuck, yes yes yes like that fuuckk."

he bursts. thick ropes of cum cream the back of your throat and your eyes flutter in a sinful display. whites clear with your irises rolled back, but you're still so eagerly gulping him down. every drop. you're sure as hell not wasting after finally getting a taste.

satoru limps. boneless. for once in his life he cannot see anything at all. only white, hot pleasure as his body reels from the intense, blissful tides. every muscle gives out. his hand flops over your head. his hips so needily grind up a few more times. he's lost. shattered.

and you still have the nerve to slowly part with the sweetest kiss to his tip. with a smile so angelic. like you hadn't just crawled from the depths of hell.

his gaze slowly eases to you; your tongue is awaiting. poked from your glossy lips with a glob of his cum trickled. his mouth parts at the sight. eyes crease and squeeze as he tries to catch his breath.

"finally." you croon, gulping down the final wad as you lean over and brush your lips to his. "see baby? see how good I feel when you're feelin' good?"

the wet patch on your panties flushed to his throbbing cock hitches his breath. he deeply groans. nods his head and weakly cranes into you.

"I get it now baby, I get it."

white lashes flutter. he looks at you as though you hung the sun, moon and stars. his lips pull into a tired pout.

"now can you get over my face? need my sweet pussy too."

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  ꘓ  𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @downpourz @unadulteratedtranquility @meosq @k0z3me @le0na2 ۪ ୧

GOOD GIRL.

nsfw (18+). includes pseudocest/incest, corruption kink, some dubious consent, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingulus, blowjob, protected sex and unprotected sex, porn ahh plot, caleb is part-time yearner full-time freak i fear, mc might not be a brotherfucker but caleb is definitely a sisterfucker thus this fic was born lmao, i am almost ashamed of the filth i created. fic is set in their student days. likes and reblogs will be very appreciated !!

perverted big brother!caleb who's probably more touchy with you than what is considered appropriate between “family.” his arm that's perpetually wrapped around your waist; his fingers sliding up your bare thigh when he tells you, “don't you think your skirt is too short? go change.”; his hand just an inch shy of squeezing your chest during nights you cuddle to sleep because you're too scared to sleep alone.

perverted big brother!caleb who you catch watching porn, his door cracked open just enough for you to hear his deep grunts and the slick noises his fleshlight makes when he pulls it down his huge cock. the girl on his laptop is loud and whiny, wailing as she's nailed to the mattress — “gege, gege, no more, i can't” — and when caleb cums, you swear he says your name.

perverted big brother!caleb who comes home earlier than he told you he would and sees you at the living room rubbing frustrated circles on your clit, struggling to fit a finger inside your cunt because you're not wet enough. so he pulls you into his lap, tunes out your exclaims of surprise, and says he'll teach you something good.

ten minutes later, you're gushing all over his pants, stuffed with three big fingers, clawing at his biceps and telling him “no more, i can't cum anymore, gege please.” yet caleb simply shushes you, chin tucked over your shoulder to admire how you squirt on his hand. “shh, you can do it. gege's gonna make you cum again.”

perverted big brother!caleb who teaches you other things that feel good as a reward when you answer the workbooks he gives you correctly. at one tutoring session, he played with your tits, licking and sucking at a bud and flicking the other. the last time, he rubbed you all over as he fucked his cock between your thighs, wet and sloppy with lube.

today, he pulls your legs apart, grabs the back of your knees, and puts his mouth to work. he makes out with your clit, licking under the hood, lightly grazes your skin with his teeth; you cream around his tongue when he shoves it inside your cunt. he sounds absolutely depraved, moaning as he drinks up the nectar from your sweet pussy, grinding his hard cock to the sheets.

it's then that he learns he loves eating you out. the next day, he makes you sit on his face, his nose bumping against your clit as his tongue laps away at your slick, fucking up his dick into his fist.

perverted big brother!caleb who teaches you how to suck cock under your silly pretense of “practicing for your future boyfriend.” he guides his dick into your mouth, gentle in spite of his thinly veiled anger and jealousy, and he teases you for having difficulty swallowing him in because your mouth is too small when in reality he's the one who's too damn big. he gives you filthy praise when you do something right, caressing your cheek as he groans his approval. “shit, it feels good when you suck the tip, mn... you better not have learned that from anyone else, pipsqueak.”

perverted big brother!caleb who takes away your virginity before anyone else can. he doesn't bring it up first — he makes you want it. sure, he stuffs your cunt with his fingers, licks all the sensitive spots on your body. he rubs his cock over your pussy and lets you give him a blowjob. but he never puts it in. so when you beg him — “gege, just the tip, please” — he doesn't make an effort to resist your request.

he lays you down on his bed, just like he's dreamed for so many years, and tears open a condom he prepared in advance. he pushes the head inside, and the tight heat of your pussy almost makes him cum on the spot. it's better than he ever imagined; so much better than his cold, pathetic fleshlight that he imagines was you. he thrusts in a slow, careful pace, watching you squirm over a single inch of his cock, and he bites back a grin as he fucks a few more centimeters every other thrust.

eventually, it reaches a point you feel utterly full, far more cored open than the first moment he slid inside you. “g-ge, that's more than just the tip...” you whine, pressing down on the slight bulge peeking out of your stomach. he merely smiles playfully before slamming home, the entire length of his cock fucking into your pussy in one, smooth thrust. “yeah. feels good, doesn't it?”

perverted big brother!caleb who takes every opportunity gran isn't home to have sex with his cute sister. not that he doesn't fuck you when she's home; it just means that neither of you has to sneak into the other's bedroom late at night, and you don't have to hide your voice anymore. now, he has you laid over the edge of the dining table, pulling your hips back onto his cock. he's always thought this table was the perfect height for him to fuck your pussy while he's standing. “you like this, pips?” he pants, enjoying the garbled moans that spill from your lips. “you like being your gege's fleshlight?”

at that, something clear sprays out of your cunt, soaking his abs wet. he chuckles darkly, thumb swiping over your clit to make you squirt more, making a bigger mess that pools at the floor beneath you. “you like being my fleshlight that much, huh? then i'll use your pussy as much as i want.”

perverted big brother!caleb who has lots of friends but he always declines their offers to hang out because he'd rather be with you. you know this because he seemingly always gets a call whenever you're in the middle of things. of course, the fucker answers the call in speaker, and you have to take extra care not letting your voice out because he's still pounding away at your pussy. “hm? gideon? sorry, i'm kind of busy. my sister needed help with something. want to say hi?”

you glare at him, but he only sets his phone beside your head, smirking in mischief. “h-hey, gideon, it's been a while. what? no, i'm totally f— ah— fine! just feeling a bit unwell, haha... hn... y-yeah, gege is taking care of me— ah...!”

once you let a moan slip, he immediately ends the call, smothering your lips with a kiss. “c'mon, princess, you couldn't hold it in? i'm the only who can hear you like this... mmph... stick out your tongue more...”

perverted big brother!caleb who gets jealous easily. when a boy gets too flirty with you, he gives them a withering glare. sometimes, you play along with the flirting just to see him get angry. later that day, the trip home would be silent, but the moment you're inside your house, he has you pinned on the door, his lips latching on your neck to suck a dark red hickey marking his territory. you don't get to move away from that spot for a long, long time — first, he wraps your legs around his waist as he thrusts inside you, then he fucks you from behind, your face pressing against the door and his hand around your mouth so you don't get too noisy. the sound of his hips slamming against your ass is almost deafening, and he takes a mental note to clean up the mess you squirted on the floor when you're done.

once he used up all the condoms he has on him, he doesn't bother bringing you to his room to get more. he fucks you raw, and now you feel every angry vein on his bare cock, sliding against your sweet spots. “should've done this from the start, fuck... your sweet pussy feels so much better... you like this better too, right? i bet you pulled that shit earlier because you wanted me to be rough with you.” he manages to pull out when he feels his release approaching, his cum spraying all over your torso as he kisses you, but you almost wish he hadn't.

perverted big brother!caleb who realizes late he's turned you into a cockslut. you visit his room more often, and even started taking birth control so he could cum inside. it's not like he'll ever turn you away, but tonight, he's feeling especially playful. “hm... i'm tired today, so i'm not feeling up to it right now. but it's fine if you're the one moving this time.”

this results in him leisurely laying on his bed, arms behind his head. he takes great pleasure in seeing you grind your bare pussy on his hardening cock, slathering your juices to make it wet. once you found it sufficiently lubed, you raised your hips, gripping the base of his dick to slowly drop on it. you've made it this far, but you're still quite shy — you take a long time pushing half of it inside you, so he decides to give you a little help and thrusts his hips upward. you gasp when all of it is slammed into you, leaning back and resting your hands on his thighs, your body in an enticing arch that presents your bouncing tits. “ah, gege, wait, that's too sudden—”

he rubs your engorged clit as you roll your hips on top of him, dropping your hips and getting back up to reach that deep spot inside. you're drooling, eyes almost rolled back, and it takes all his patience not to push you down and fuck you stupid. “what a great view. tell me, when did you become such a whore, pips? where did you learn how to do this?” he massages your tits, pulling at the nubs. “you said you liked being my fleshlight, but at this point, you're just using me to masturbate. do you like that? do you like using gege's cock as your personal dildo?”

“hng— ah— no...!”

“there's no need to be shy. c'mon, say it. you love gege's cock.”

“i... ahh...” you lose strength in your arms, collapsing in a heap over his chest. he immediately wraps his arms around you, patting your head soothingly. “gege... i love gege... i love you so much, gege... mn, haa...!”

the world comes to a stop. his brain takes a while to process your words, but you don't let him stay too long in his thoughts. you're still humping against him, whining desperately for him to move because you've gotten tired. for a moment, he even considers the possibility he was just hearing things. but there's no hiding the quick, racing heartbeat he feels pressed against his chest, matching his very own.

you love gege.

he moves his hand to cup your cheek, meeting your dazed eyes. they gain clarity when he softly kisses your forehead, an innocent peck that starkly contrasts everything you've been doing. “gege loves you too,” he utters gently, making sure you hear it loud and clear. “gege loves you the most in the world.”

Caleb moan reveal…So no one was gonna tell me about this?