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Caleb hadn’t had the time to visit Linkon, always busy, always preoccupied, never having the right opportunity to come see his favorite girl. The times he did manage however, he always took something in return, the one thing he craved so viscerally.
It was like a drug the way it intoxicated his lungs. You hadn’t noticed, and something within Caleb wanted you to. He wanted this dangerous game he was playing to finally end, he wanted you to know just how completely ruined you made him feel.
He’d say sorry for being absent, apologize for not giving you enough attention, you brush it off, it wasn’t a big deal. You knew he had responsibilities, however, what you didn’t know was that over the past few months, one by one, your panties started to slowly vanish.
Caleb always tended to overexert himself when it came to you. He’d tidy your apartment when you were away at work, his free time spent making sure everything was up to par so when you returned home you didn’t have to lift a finger.
Everything went as normal, nothing was out of the ordinary.
That was until he found your panties.
He knew he shouldn’t, would you ever find out, did he care if you did? In the moment nothing else mattered, and he would accept his demise when you ultimately found out, but for now, he was determined.
It started off slow, he felt a bit of shame holding your lace panties so close to his face, inhaling the sweet scent, the feeling sending a warm buzz to his aching cock that was begging to be touched. He didn’t know how far he was willing to go, if he was going to be able to stop. This wasn’t a virgins fantasy come to life, you and Caleb had slept with each other countless times, but this, this was different.
The intensity that swirled within his chest came closer and closer and without even realizing it, your black and red lace panties were being tugged tightly against his cock, small breathy moans of your name dripped off his tongue as he bucked into his hand, wishing it was your pretty little cunt that was being fucked into over and over again.
But it wasn’t enough.
The panties he did take were clean, they had been washed, your scent barely lingering but just enough to get him off but that wouldn’t suffice. He needed more. His head rambled at the idea, was he crazy enough to try? Did he dare do the unthinkable. To him, you were everything, the air he breathes, the sun the moon and all the stars. Every smile, every touch, it made him feel complete.
Over the next few weeks Caleb had time to see you on the rare occasion, nothing transpired, both of you were too tired to even think about sex, but it was lingering in the back of Caleb’s mind. He managed to take another pair of panties from you, however this time, they weren’t clean. He questioned himself as he stood in your laundry room. Questioned if what he was doing was okay. That maybe you might end up hating him for doing something so stupid.
But he knew. He knew that you couldn’t truly hate him. So he took them. And god did he not regret it one bit.
After returning home, the silent of the apartment mixed with the overwhelming feeling of stress clouded his body, he ached for release, something to take his mind off the shit day he had and his consolation prize was awaiting him in the other room. He started to question his intentions once again, regret biting at the recesses of his mind, that perhaps he had gone too far. But he selfishly gave in. Because it was you. Everything about you was reason enough for Caleb to push on.
Your dirty panties sat crumpled on the top of his dresser, his hat and gloves were placed adjacently. He couldn’t wait, couldn’t find the energy to take off his uniform. In seconds the plain black underwear was clasped between his fingers, his pants unzipped and his cock straining through the fabric of his briefs.
“Fuck Pips….” He groaned through his teeth as he inhaled deeply, the scent sending a shiver straight to his cock, he was leaking, his body so needy for you, and only you.
His right hand fell to his crotch, panties held tightly against his face, fingers edging the slit in his boxers, cock feeling heavy and warm beneath him. He was so sensitive, the slightest touch sent him into overdrive. He inhaled once more before spreading his precum up and down his length, your divine sweetness spiraled Caleb into a feverish pace, he wanted to come, but more than anything he wished it was you.
He wished he could spread you wide and fill you to the brim. He wanted to devour every inch of your soft delicate pussy, the one he worshiped when given the chance. Every drop you leaked, every scent you naturally expelled, he was the one to drink it all in.
He was love drunk on you. And he was desperate to take it further.
Desperate to make you know just how weak you made him.
Caleb’s raunchy monthly escapades slowly dragged on, he got off to your scent week after week, but he knew it wasn’t what he truly wanted. He wanted you to know. To see him breaking at the seams.
The two of you managed a night in during after having spent weeks apart, both of you craved what the other wanted and you spent the night in each other arms, bodies interlocked, Caleb fucking you till all you could see was stars. Yet you still didn’t hadn’t caught on.
Until you did.
Finally after what felt like an eternity, one that wasn’t filled with quickies, or fleeting moments by each others side, you had time to sink back into what you craved for so long. The high and dry of your work had left you drained and you begged for a moment of peace.
You finally had it.
Caleb was in the kitchen prepping a meal, you in your room putting away the neat stack of laundry Caleb had folded for you while you were in the shower. Except something felt off.
“Hey, Caleb? Have you seen my underwear? I’m missing some.” You called out. He froze.
‘Play it cool.’ He thought. Now wasn’t the time. He didn’t want to ruin it right then and there without getting the chance to truly show you how he felt.
“No. What do they look like?” He called back.
“Haha funny.”
He put down the knife he was holding and wandered over to your room so the two of you didn’t have to shout. “Maybe the washer ate them.”
“Maybe…? I don’t know. You do my laundry, are you sure you haven’t seen em. One’s red and black with lace, I think maybe there’s a plain black one. I have some-“ You paused realizing Caleb was staring right at you. Your face suddenly flushed.
“I know that look, cut it out. We have plans remember, we cannot sleep together every time we hang out…”
“But you’re so cute, Pips.”
“Cute as I may be, I’d like to know how my stuff disappeared.”
“We’ll find them, it’s okay. We can get you new ones if they don’t turn up, bedsides…” He said, voice lowering, a warm whisper caressing your ear. “I like it when you don’t have any on.” You rolled your eyes, pushing Caleb playfully away.
“Yeah yeah. Go back to cooking, I’m hungry and we need to go shopping, remember.”
He grasped your hand and pulled you into his chest before you could escape back towards the closet.
“I know, I know. Look, I’ll be more careful when I do your laundry next.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile. “It’s fine Caleb, I promise. Now scoot.”
“I’m going, I’m going.” He said giving you a warm smile before heading back into the other room to continue cooking.
You let out a soft sigh, finished putting away your clothes, and then joined Caleb in the kitchen.
After you both had finished eating Caleb hopped into the shower while you tidied up. The two of you had plans to go out shopping but little did you know would that be cut short by the absolute depravity of Caleb’s mind.
Stashed away in the jeans of Caleb’s pants were the panties he had taken from you weeks ago, and he was hoping, no praying that when you finally saw him, you’d understand just how devoted he was to you. But he also was terrified you’d hate him for it. That it’d cause a rift, but deep down, he knew you could never truly hate him, or so he hoped.
If this didn’t end well, it’d be forgotten, a stupid mistake that he was destined to make, or it was going to be the best decision of his life.
Once he finished drying off he nervously grabbed the panties from his pocket and held them for a moment, deciding what the best course of action was. He knew you’d come looking for him when he didn’t come back into the living room, so if he held off long enough, you’d find him.
And that’s exactly what he wanted.
He knew if this played out how he had hoped, the clothes he had planned to put back on would end up on the floor again, but he was slightly worried if you didn’t come back to check up on him, he’d have to leave the bathroom and being naked wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.
Slipping back on his briefs and a pair of gym shorts, he steadied himself against the wall, the shorts hanging just below his hips. One hand clutched your black panties to his face while the red and black lace ones were wrapped between his fingers and his cock. He slowly began to pump himself up and down as he inhaled that intoxicating scent of your pussy, the smell absolutely destroyed him in the best way possible, it was like he had ascended beyond the stars.
You on the other hand had long since finished cleaning up your dishes and had been relaxing on the couch waiting for Caleb to finish in the shower.
Caleb felt himself spiral like he had back in Skyhaven, alone all those times before. His climax, the peak of his release edging closer and closer despite time barely passing at all.
You started to question why he was talking so long, thoughts swirled in your head, and yet none of them were ever going to fit what he was actually doing.
He slowed his strokes to withhold coming, he wanted you to be there when be broke, so he did the one thing he could… he let himself moan. Maybe you knew exactly what he was doing, or maybe he actually had gotten hurt, although that didn’t seem plausible.
“Caleb?” You called out. “You okay? We need to go. Are you ready?” He could hear your voice draw near.
“Y-Yeah. Coming.” His voice shook as he felt a tight twist in his stomach, the urge to come was building and he was going to burst if you didn’t walk through the bathroom door right then and there.
You noticed the change in his voice. He sounded off. You wandered into the bedroom, hesitating at the bathroom door.
“Caleb?”
You turned the knob and pushed it open only to find Caleb absolutely wrecked, his face a crimson red, two pair of panties clutched between both hands as he pumped himself harder, eyes locking onto yours.
“CALEB?! What the fuck? We’re supposed to be going out- and why the hell do you have-“ You noticed two of the panties you had been missing that Caleb so conveniently lied about.
“Pips- fuck!” He said as he felt his release rush over him, cum spirting out of his cock and onto his hands and stomach. His body slouched back against the wall as he slowly continued to stroke himself, despite the anger in your eyes.
“Really?!”
“Pips… ah- don’t be mad. Please. Fuck. I’m sorry, I just… God you don’t know what you do you me. This is what you do to me. Everything about you drives me crazy.” He pushed himself forward towards you dropping the panties to the tile floor, breath uneven, his body on edge, even tho he knew you could snap at any moment.”
“Please… Pips, I just wanted you to see how weak you make me… I wanted you to know that the very essence of you drives me insane… being apart for so long… it just built up. That’s not an excuse I know, I just needed a way to let it out, and fuck do you smell heavenly.”
You weren’t really mad at him, you never could be. He set you on edge sometimes, but hate? No.
“How many times have I spread my legs for you?” You laughed. The two of you were now inches apart, you looked down before looking back in his eyes, your hand wrapping itself around his cock, his body tensing at the sensation.
“Mmm-“
“I know just how much you love me. But why did you have to lie about it? And do I… really smell that good?” You snorted. Caleb was certainly high off of you.
“Yes. Fuck yes, Pips. I don’t know what it is but you… you drive me crazy. Fuck I can’t think with your hand around my cock… I need you so badly. Please let me worship you… The shop can wait.” He said with desperation.
“Can it?” You said with a sly smile.
“Pips, please.”
You took his hand and led him back into the bedroom, you wasted no time in giving him what he wanted. Your clothes were slowly discarded and you were half naked, legs spread, eyes dark. His chest felt like it was going to collapse.
He kneeled between your legs, head hung low.
“I thought you’d hate me. Sorry for lying. I just needed…”
“Needed?” You repeated back to him, your hand reached for his cock that was nestled against your inner thigh. A soft moan fell from his lips.
“Needed you to see that everything you do or say is like a tether to my heart. Fuck Pips, im aching so badly, please, let me show you, more so than any other time…”
You rolled your eyes. “Caleb, I could never hate you, you big dummy. But…I actually find it kinda hot you’d do that… fucking yourself on my panties? God Caleb… fuck me like you mean it. Show me how much you love me.”