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🔍 | DeepSpace 101:
How to Seduce your Boyfriend
Step 1: Build Up the Tension
“Tension?”
You inwardly wince to yourself as you turn your phone off, sneaking a glance at your dear boyfriend Caleb as he busies himself in the kitchen.
He swiftly places two popcorn bowls on a tray—one in his usual orange container, the other in your favorite color.
Tonight is your usual movie date night.
And tonight, you plan to have sex with him.
Hey, who could blame you, though? Your boyfriend is insanely hot and oozes sex appeal. The fact that he’s so kind and playful with you doesn’t help at all.
But the problem is, Caleb has never taken things past third base. Sure, you’ve shared plenty of kisses. But that’s not the point!
You need more.
And you’re sure he does, too.
Besides, he always spoils you the best he can, so this should be easy, right? It’s not that hard to take the lead yourself.
“Tension…Tension…” You chant under your breath as Caleb finally steps out of the kitchen, making his way toward the sofa where you'll both be cuddling.
“What’s up, Pipsqueak?”
You glance up at Caleb as he hands you a blanket, his usual navy-blue sleepwear and gray pants doing nothing to hide how ridiculously hot he looks.
He’s so damn hot, you just want to—
“Have you picked a movie?”
His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you answer quickly, “Yep.”
He settles beside you, nuzzling into your shoulder. His warmth seeps into your skin, and he smells so good it’s unfair. You press your thighs together, trying not to squirm from the rising heat.
Focus!
You have a mission.
Good thing it’s your turn to choose a movie tonight.
You scroll through the options, pretending to be deep in thought before clicking on the movie Simone and Tara wouldn’t shut up about.
There’s this movie that is marketed as an action thriller but is really just filled with sex scenes disguised as plot.
Perfect.
You steal a quick glance at Caleb. He’s completely oblivious, draping the blanket over both of you as if this were any other movie night.
But not for long.
The movie starts, and you settle in, pretending to be totally focused. Caleb, oblivious as ever, rests an arm behind you, casually munching on popcorn.
Then, ten minutes in—hell yeah. A heated kiss. Hands gripping, clothes tugging. You suck in a breath.
”Oooooh.”
It slips out before you can stop it. Your eyes widen, and you slap a hand over your mouth.
Caleb doesn’t even blink. "Yeah, that was a clean takedown," he says, nodding at the other part of the scene, where a guy gets knocked out cold.
Right. The action part.
You shift, pressing your legs together as the scene gets even steamier. Another kiss, more gasps, a shirt hitting the floor.
Then, an idea pops into your head.
You stretch your arms above your head, letting your oversized shirt ride up just enough for your bra to peek through. You lower them slowly, sneaking a glance at Caleb—
Who looks over and frowns.
"Hey, you might get cold," he says, tugging the blanket up over your shoulders.
Huh?
You blink at him.
He turns back to the screen, completely unbothered.
Okay. Fine. Time for plan B.
You shift beside him, hesitating for a second before looking up with the sweetest voice you can muster. "Caleb?"
"...Hm?"
"Can I sit on your lap?"
He barely glances at you before nodding. "Yeah, of course."
Yay!
You climb onto him, settling against his chest, your back pressed flush against his firm torso. His arms lazily wrap around your waist, securing you in place like it’s second nature.
Perfect. Now, all you have to do is…
Another moan echoes from the screen.
You visibly stiffen, the warmth of Caleb’s breath fanning over your shoulder, your entire body hyper-aware of just how close you are to him.
You shift slightly as his grip tightens absentmindedly.
There we go.
Heat coils in your stomach. Here it comes. Finally—
"That was a lame counterattack," Caleb murmurs, sighing in disapproval at the screen. Then he pauses, frowning slightly.
“…Pip, Are you sure this is an action movie?”
You flash a cute smile.
"It is action. Look at all that movement!"
He gives you a deadpan look. "That guy just took her against a wall."
You hum, all innocent. "And? It takes reaaaal strength to hold someone up like that."
Caleb snorts, shaking his head as he turns back to the screen. "Your taste in movies is getting weird."
As the credits roll, your heart pounds. This is it. Yes! Finally, You can feel the shift, the weight of the moment hanging in the air. Any second now, Caleb is going to—
He stretches with a yawn.
Before you can even process it, he gently lifts you off his lap and carries you to bed like it’s nothing.
Then, he tucks you in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Sleep well, Pipsqueak. Love you."
The door clicks shut.
You stare at the ceiling, mouth agape, the weight and quickness of everything hitting you all at once.
No way…
Wait!
You haven't fucked yet!
Step 2: The Lip Trick
Second time’s a charm. Or however the saying goes.
You hum in satisfaction, surveying the pile of lip balms sprawled across your bed. Strawberry, vanilla, peach, honey, basically every flavor under the sun.
This one is a strategic plan, carefully selected for one very specific reason.
Tonight, you’re going to ask Caleb which one tastes the best.
Through kissing you.
There is absolutely no way this plan won’t work. He’s going to get a taste—literally—and then it’s just a matter of time before his saintly self snaps.
You twist open one of the balms and smooth it over your lips, smacking them together thoughtfully.
Sweet.
“Caleb!” you call out, barely able to contain your anticipation.
Footsteps approach, and a second later, he appears in your doorway, looking effortlessly handsome. His hair is a little tousled, his sleeves pushed up just enough to show off those forearms.
You nearly forget your own plan.
“‘Sup, Pipsqueak?”
His voice is casual, oblivious, but you don’t miss the way his eyes flick briefly to your mouth when you lick your lips.
Oh, you are so winning this round.
You pluck a random lip balm from the pile and roll it between your fingers, feigning innocence. “Help me with something?”
Caleb quirks a brow, already wary. “What’s up?”
You smile sweetly, uncapping the balm and swiping it across your lips with slow, deliberate movements. “I need you to tell me which flavor tastes the best.”
A beat of silence.
Then: “You’re messing with me.”
“What? Nooooooo.” You blink up at him, lips slightly parted. “Come on, it's a couple trend.”
He exhales through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. “You could just—y’know—read the label?”
You inwardly smile as you notice his reddening ears. “Aww… Pleaasseee Caleb! You know that’s no fun.”
His eyes flicker to your lips again. For a split second, you swear you see hesitation.
But then he sighs and leans down, pressing the lightest, most innocent kiss to your mouth.
You barely feel it before he pulls away.
“This one’s strawberry,” he says, deadpan.
You scowl. “Wait–Hey! That was barely a kiss!”
“That was exactly a kiss.”
You huff, already reaching for another balm. “Nope. You didn't even get a taste. Try again.”
Caleb groans but doesn’t protest as you swipe on a new flavor and tip your chin up expectantly.
This time, he lingers a second longer, his lips soft and warm against yours. Your stomach flutters at the heat of it, and just as you start to melt into him, he pulls back.
“Peach,” he says, voice infuriatingly steady.
You glare. He smirks.
He’s so annoying.
You don’t even pretend to pick another balm this time. Instead, you grab his shirt and pull him back down, catching him off guard. The kiss starts soft, playful, your lips molding against his. When he doesn’t immediately pull away, you deepen it, sucking lightly on his bottom lip before tracing your tongue over it.
You tighten your grip on his shirt, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, your heartbeat racing fast as you feel him kissing you back.
Caleb makes a sound—a groan—but it’s enough to make your pulse skyrocket. Encouraged, you part your lips further, teasing, coaxing, waiting for him to finally break and give in.
But just when you think you got him, he pulls away.
Gently. Firmly.
You blink up at him, breathless. A trail of saliva connects your lips as you part.
His expression is unreadable, but his voice is maddeningly even.
“Vanilla.”
Oh for fuck’s sake!
“That’s it?” you manage, still catching your breath. “Just—just vanilla?”
He grins, ruffling your hair like you didn’t just try to seduce the soul out of him. “Yep.”
Then, like it’s the most normal thing in the world, he turns toward the door.
But before he could leave, Caleb pauses, shooting you a knowing smirk. “You know my favorite is apple, right? You could’ve just started with that.”
Then, he walks out.
You angrily clutch a pillow to your face, screaming in frustration.
That dummy!
Step 3: The Cuddle Trap
There’s absolutely no way you’re not fucking.
Nope. You have to. Your boyfriend is way too hot and you need to be fucked now and fucked hard before you lose your mind.
The second Caleb steps through the door, still in his stupidly hot colonel uniform, the plan is on.
He barely has time to set his keys down before you all but latch onto him, arms wrapping tight around his waist.
“Oh?” He chuckles, letting you cling like a koala. “Did my honey miss me that much?”
You huff dramatically, burying your face against his chest. “Obviously.”
His hands slide down to your waist, warm and steady. “Baby, I was only gone for eight hours.”
“Eight unbearable hours.” You tilt your head up, eyes all wide and pleading. “You didn’t even text.”
He hums, pretending to think. “I’m pretty sure I sent you a good morning message...and you sleepily waved me off when I kissed you goodbye.”
“That doesn’t count.” You nuzzle against his neck, pressing soft, teasing kisses along his skin. “You should make it up to me.”
His fingers squeeze through your waist, “Oh yeah? And how should I do that?”
FUCK ME HARD. You wanted to scream.
“Hmmm…Let me think…” you whispered instead, not wanting to surprise him.
You climb into his lap the second he sits on the couch, straddling one of his thighs and draping your arms around his neck.
“Cuddles,” you sensually whispered, shifting ever so slightly against him.
One of his hands moves to your back, rubbing slow circles as he watches you with a knowing smirk. “You’re extra clingy today.”
You give him a slow, deliberate roll of your hips. “You don’t like it?”
Oh, God, that felt so good.
You bit your lower lip as you buried your face in his neck. Please! Please let it be today! Surely he can't resist this?
You roll your hips again.
More.
His grip on you tightens—just for a second—before he suddenly bounces his thigh beneath you, making you jolt in surprise.
You gasp, hands tightening around his shoulders. “Caleb!”
“What?” He grins, clearly amused. “You said you wanted cuddles.”
You glare, cheeks heating. This bastard.
He leans in, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I like it when my baby is all over me,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your temple. “You’re so adorable when you’re needy.”
You bite your lip, anticipating more. YESSSS! He’s playing along. You finally have the upper hand—
And then, just as you think you’ve won, he shifts you in his lap, pulls you against his chest, and wraps his arms around you like a damn weighted blanket.
“Mm,” he sighs contently, rubbing your back as he rests his chin atop your head. “This is nice.”
. . . HUH ???
You blink, frozen in place. NOOOOOOO! Dummy Caleb! This is not what you meant!
You try shifting again, but he only holds you closer, like he’s already decided this is your fate for the rest of the night.
He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Missed you.”
Your eye twitches. Damn it you were so close.
You stay completely still, staring into the abyss as he continues holding you like you’re the most innocent little thing to ever exist.
Oh for the love of Linkon.
Step 4: Lingerie Reveal
You refuse to accept defeat.
If the cuddling didn’t work, if the lip trick didn’t work, then fine. You’ll just have to bring out the big guns. And by big guns, you mean the white lace panties tucked away for desperate measures.
This time, there’s no way he won’t break.
It’s late. The lights are dim, the air cool against your skin as you slip beneath the covers. Caleb is already lying on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow, breathing slow and even. He’s comfortable. Relaxed.
Slowly, you shift closer, pressing your body against his back. Your arms wrap around his waist, and you bury your face between his shoulder blades, breathing him in.
He hums sleepily. “Can’t sleep?”
You nuzzle into the space between his shoulder blades, inhaling his scent—fresh soap, a hint of fabric softener, and that something uniquely him. “Mmm...”
Caleb lets out a small chuckle, reaching down to pat your hand where it rests against his stomach. His fingers trace idle circles over your skin, absentmindedly affectionate.
Then, he stills.
“…Are you…?”
The silence was deafening before he spoke again.
“Are you naked?”
You pretend to gasp and be embarrassed. Ears reddening immediately.
“Shucks, No! I’m wearing panties…” You bite your lip, feigning sleepiness. “It’s soooo hot.”
Another pause. His fingers flex slightly over your hand before he sighs, shifting a bit under the blankets.
“Didn’t think you liked sleeping in just your underwear,” he muses, but you can't see his expression because his back is facing you.
You blink.
That’s it?
No hesitation, no stammering, no heat creeping up his neck? He just accepts it?
Your plan to throw him off completely backfires as Caleb—utterly unbothered—adjusts the covers around you.
“Guess I should turn the AC up,” he murmurs, pulling the blanket higher to tuck you in snug against him. “Wouldn’t want you catching a cold.”
Then he kisses your wrist before resting back against the pillow, completely oblivious to the storm raging in your head.
You lie there, staring at the ceiling.
You’re about to lose your damn mind.
Step 5: Aphrodisiac Secret
You’re fucking done playing nice.
If subtlety won’t work, then fine! You’ll just have to get creative. And what better way than with a little extra help?
You’ve heard the whispers. The rumors. The stories about certain ingredients known to… enhance a person’s desires. Strawberries, dark chocolate, a little bit of spice…all harmless, all natural.
All conveniently mixed into the dessert you spent way too much time preparing.
Caleb, ever the affectionate boyfriend, doesn’t even question it when you hand him a spoon. “You made this?” he asks, smiling as he takes a bite.
You nod, watching him closely. “Mhm. Special recipe.”
He hums in approval, licking his lips. “Not bad.”
You wait.
Okay. Any second now.
Any—
Caleb blinks, frowns slightly, then… stretches with a sigh. “Man, that hit the spot. Thanks, Pipsqueak.”
Your eye twitches.
Dude, What the fuck?!?!?!??
He… feels nothing?!?!?
He even leans down to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead before standing up. “Gonna take a cold shower before bed.”
Your jaw drops. “A co—A cold shower?!”
“Yeah.” He rolls his shoulders, completely unfazed. “Feels like my body’s running warmer than usual.”
You gape at him as he disappears into the bathroom, door clicking shut behind him.
You slump against the counter, absolutely defeated.
Is it really that hard to seduce him?
(+1) When all else fails: Tears
When Caleb returns from his cold shower, you’re waiting for him.
Curled up on his bed, knees hugged to your chest, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across your face.
You’re not even trying to be seductive anymore.
You feel…defeated.
Caleb pauses in the doorway, towel around his neck, rubbing at his damp hair. His shirt clings slightly to his chest, and under normal circumstances, you’d be very distracted by that, but right now?
You just feel like crying.
You don’t even mean to say it, but it slips out, soft and bitter.
“Caleb... Do you not like me at all?”
His brows knit together, and in an instant, he’s in front of you, crouching by the bed, hands gripping your knees gently.
“What?” His voice is low, urgent. “...What’s wrong? Where did that come from?”
You shake your head, staring at your hands. “It’s just…”
“I think you only see me as someone innocent. You’re not stupid. You know what I’ve been doing but you always evade me...”
Your breathing hitches as you tear up, insecurities finally arising “From how I see it, I think you don’t find me attractive.”
“Baby…” He gently cups your face but you harshly pull away.
“No—I get it…” Your voice shakes.
“I tried everything. I sat on your lap. I kissed you senseless. I slept half-naked. Hell, I literally put my tits in your face, Caleb. And you—”
Caleb doesn’t respond. He’s only looking at you with widened eyes.
"I feel so pathetic! I love you so much that I’ve been doing all…this...but I just get shut down every time."
Then, the tears started spilling.
“Do you really even love me?”
There’s a thick silence, heavy enough to drown in.
“What did you just say?”
Before you can lift your head, you're already laying flat on your back, wrists pinned above you.
A gasp escapes you as Caleb hovers over, his breathing ragged, his grip firm.
“Say that again.” He orders.
You squirm, but he doesn't budge. His palm tightens around your wrists, his knee pressing between your thighs, spreading you open with ease, bringing back the heat you felt a while ago.
Feeling petty, you bite out. “I said you don't love me.”
The side of his lips twitched with an emotion you can’t determine. Frustration? Hurt?
"You really think that?" His voice is hoarse. There’s no anger in it—just something dangerously close to pain.
Of course not. Caleb has always proven time and time again that he loves you. That he’ll give you everything he could. That he’ll offer the world beneath your feet.
But you don’t answer. You can’t.
“I’ve loved you for years.”
Your breath catches.
“I’ve spent years holding myself back, making sure I don’t touch you the wrong way, don’t look too long, don’t lose control...” His free hand moves down, dragging over your throat, your collarbone, so slow it makes you shudder.
“Because if I ever start, I know I can't stop.”
Your breath stutters, your body arching instinctively into his touch, aching for more. Heat coils low in your stomach, tension winding so tight you think you might snap.
"Then don’t," you whisper, voice breaking with want.
His grip tightens at your words, his jaw ticking like he’s barely holding himself together.
"Caleb, please…I want you…" Your voice is nothing more than a whimper, desperate and pleading.
You can feel the way his body tenses, the way his breath shudders against your skin.
His groan is low, control slipping further.
"You have no fucking idea what you do to me."
His fingers dig into your waist. His body is still damp from the shower, skin warm as he presses against you.
"Then show me," you whisper, arching into him. "Show me how you love—"
Caleb cuts you off with his mouth. His lips crash into yours, tongue sliding between them without hesitation. He kisses you like he’s been starved for years, like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted.
A shiver racks through you as his hand trails up, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, dragging over bare skin. He grips your hips, pulling you flush against him, and you gasp when you feel the hard press of him through his boxers.
"You drive me insane," he mutters against your lips, voice thick with need.
Before you can respond, the air shifts. An invisible force presses down, rendering your body weightless for a split second—before pinning you firmly against the mattress.
Your wrists are trapped above your head, held by nothing but sheer power, yet you can’t move. Your breath stutters, heat pooling in your stomach at the realization.
He just used his Evol.
"Caleb—"
His fingers slip beneath your shirt, dragging up the fabric, exposing more of you inch by inch. You arch instinctively, desperate for friction, but the unseen weight keeps you locked in place.
A whimper escapes your lips, frustration bubbling over. "Caleb, please…"
His eyes darken further, his control hanging by a thread. "Please, what?"
Then, without warning, he firmly presses two fingers against your lips.
"Suck."
His voice is low, commanding, filled with a restrained hunger that makes your stomach tighten.
You wanted this and now that it’s finally happening, your body trembles with anticipation.
His fingers press against your lips, and you don’t hesitate. You part them, taking him in. Your tongue swirls around his fingertips, slow and deliberate, your breath uneven as you suck, letting him feel the wet heat of your mouth.
His lips are parted as he watches you, eyes locked onto yours as you wrap your lips around them, sucking instinctively. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths.
"Good girl," he murmurs, pulling his fingers out with a soft, wet sound.
The moment is fleeting, but the heat between you only intensifies when he trails those same fingers down your body—slow, deliberate, leaving a slick path along your heated skin.
Your breath stutters when he hooks a finger into the waistband of your shorts, suddenly tugging it down with the panty.
The cool air against your bare skin makes you shiver. His eyes stay locked on yours, dark and unreadable, before his evol lifts your laced panty to his face.
Your stomach twists in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as he inhales, eyes flickering shut for the briefest moment. When he opens them again, they’re darker—hungrier.
"Ah, Fuck…” he breathes, his voice thick with something raw. "You’ve always been so sweet."
Always? A mortified whimper leaves your lips, your thighs instinctively snapping shut, but Caleb is quicker. His hands press against your inner thighs, keeping them apart, forcing you to stay open for him.
"Don’t hide from me," he murmurs, his grip firm but gentle. "Not when I’ve waited this long."
Your breath shudders, heart hammering, every nerve in your body on edge. A desperate moan slips past your lips as you feel the finger you sucked inside.
The stretch is new, foreign, but the way Caleb moves is enough to have your body chasing more, rolling your hips to meet the slow drag of his touch.
"You like it?"
His voice is rough, but there’s a flicker of restraint in his eyes.
You nod your head, biting your lip. "Y-yeah—"
His expression darkens. "Then take it."
A second finger presses in, the sensation overwhelming. Your back arches, hands flexing against the invisible force keeping them pinned. You want to reach for him, cling to him, but all you can do is take what he gives, lost in the way he moves.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs. His free hand skims down your thigh, his grip keeping you spread open. "So perfect for me."
You can feel how carefully he watches you, every twitch, every stuttered breath feeding into the hunger in his eyes.
Then, just when you think you’ve adjusted—a third finger presses in.
Your gasp is sharp, back arching as the stretch sends a shock of pleasure through your body. He groans at the sight, his free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you wide open for him.
His pace is relentless now, fingers thrusting deep, curling just right, leaving you breathless. Every drag, every motion sends shockwaves through your body, and the pleasure is unbearable—blinding.
"Faster," you gasp, voice breaking with need. "Caleb—more—"
A strangled moan leaves your lips. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. All you can do is feel.
"You gonna come for me?" His voice drops lower, thick with something close to awe. "Come on, baby. Let me feel it."
His words, his voice, the way his fingers move—it’s all too much. The pressure inside you snaps, pleasure washing over you in sharp, overwhelming waves.
Before you can react, Caleb shifts, lowering himself between your thighs.
His hands spread your legs wider, fingers pressing into your skin. The heat of his breath ghosts over your inner thigh, sending a shudder through your body.
"Caleb, wait! T-that's—" Your protest dies on your lips, melting into a gasp as his mouth presses against you.
A deep groan vibrates from his throat as his tongue moves, slow and deliberate, tasting you like he’s been craving this for years. Your thighs tremble, his Evol snaps—your fingers reaching to clutch at his damp hair, unsure whether you want to push him away or pull him closer.
"Ahhnn—Caleb!" Your voice is breathless, needy.
His tongue moves again until your body arches. Every slow stroke sets your nerves alight, pleasure coiling tighter and hotter.
"You taste so fucking good," he rasps against you, voice rough, wrecked. "Tell me…How can I not love someone so perfect?”
His words are feverish, mindless, repeated like a prayer—like he can’t help himself. And then you feel it—
The slow, desperate roll of his hips.
Your breath catches as you look down.
He’s rutting against the mattress, grinding into it with an almost helpless need.
The muscles in his arms flex, his entire body coiled tight, and the way he moves—rough, like he’s losing control—sends heat flooding through you.
“C-Caleb—”
His grip tightens, nails digging into your thighs as he buries his tongue deeper, groaning into you like your voice alone is enough to push him further.
The bed creaks beneath him, his pace growing rougher, more erratic.
“Can’t stop,” he rasps against you, his voice wrecked, breathless. “Fuck, fuck, you taste so good.”
You gasp as he sucks harder, his hands moving up to grip your waist possessively, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
His hips grind down again, a sharp thrust against the mattress, and the sheer desperation in it sends a shudder through your entire body.
You throw your head back as a second wave of pleasure crashes over you, white spots dancing in your vision. Your body trembles, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Flushing with embarrassment, you cover your face as he gently licks you clean.
“Oh God… Caleb…”
He chuckles against your skin, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.
His hands, steady yet gentle, trace slow, deliberate patterns along your body, grounding you in the aftermath of pleasure.
"You’re trembling," Caleb murmurs, his voice rich with amusement and something softer—something possessive.
He presses a lingering kiss to your hip before pulling you close, his warmth seeping into your skin.
You look down at him, mind hazy, breath uneven.
His lips are glistening, his eyes dark with lust. His damp, tousled hair falls into his face, and when he lifts his gaze to yours, the hunger there makes your stomach tighten.
Caleb rises to his feet, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Your eyes follow the movement, trailing down his body—his flushed skin, the way his muscles tense, and then lower… to his fully erect arousal.
Your breath catches as he kneels onto the bed, one knee sinking into the mattress. He’s towering over you, presence overwhelming.
His fingers brush along your jaw, tilting your face upward until your gaze locks with his.
"Can I?"
He chuckles and you almost get embarrassed by the way you nod immediately.
"You’ll really do anything," he murmurs, fingers tracing over your jaw, his smirk slow and wicked. "Just to feel my cock?"
Heat floods through you, your body responding before you can even speak. His grip tightens, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to meet his eyes.
"Say it," he demands. "Tell me how badly you want it."
Your lips part, but all that escapes is a soft whimper.
"Not good enough," he growls. His hand slides down your body, teasing. "That’s not how you plead."
"Caleb…" Your voice is breathless, wrecked. "I need your cock. Please—just give it to me."
A deep groan rumbles from his chest. "That’s what I thought."
Without hesitation, he’s on you—gripping, pulling, positioning. He doesn’t ease you into it. There’s no patience left, no restraint.
He takes what’s his, burying himself deep with one hard thrust, pulling a sharp cry from your lips.
"Fuck," he grits out, voice raw. "So tight—squeezing me like you were made for this."
His hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he sets a brutal pace. Each thrust is deep and relentless. His control is gone, his need overwhelming.
"You’ve been teasing me for so long," he groans, teeth grazing your throat.
"Walking around half-naked, touching me like you didn’t know what you were doing." His fingers slip between your thighs, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked so hard you can’t think?"
A desperate moan escapes you, your body arching into him, pleasure building so fast it’s almost unbearable.
"Caleb—Ah—"
He groans. "That’s it, baby. Let me hear you."
His pace quickens, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your body clenches around him, drawing him deeper, tighter.
"Tell me how good I make you feel," he commands, voice rough. "Tell me I’m the best."
"Caleb—God—you’re so good," you whimper. "You feel so—ah—perfect—"
His groan is sharp, almost desperate. "More."
"You’re perfect. You’re the best—Caleb—Haah—You’re a-amazing…"
His rhythm stutters, his breath ragged against your ear. "Fuck, I love hearing you say that."
Pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body tightening, pulsing, unraveling completely. You cry out his name, back arching, body clenching around him.
Caleb curses, his movements turning frantic—but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. He’s still hard, still aching inside you, still chasing his high.
"We’re not done yet," he murmurs, his eyes completely covered in lust.
"You’ve always known…how much I love to spoil you, right?"
His lips gently kiss you, his tongue freely exploring the insides of your mouth.
"Let me make up for all the times I held back."
You can only shudder in response.
You can’t feel your body when you wake up.
The ache settles deep in your bones, a reminder of last night. The best night of your life, but…Damn it, Caleb’s so fucking good you can’t even feel your legs.
You shift slightly and wince.
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you realize you’re already dressed in one of his shirts. It’s soft and smells like him, but it does nothing to hide the bruises and hickeys scattered across your skin.
Just how long did that man keep going, even after you passed out?
You groan and let your head fall back against the pillow. His scent lingers around you, warm and familiar. You reach out to his side of the bed, but it’s empty.
Before you can even process your disappointment, the door creaks open.
Right on cue.
Caleb steps in, balancing a tray of food in one hand. His morning hair neat and his shirt slightly loose, and there's a fond smirk tugging at his lips.
"Well, look who's finally awake," he teases. "How’s my pipsqueak feeling?"
You teasingly glare at him. "I can't feel my legs."
His smirk grows as he sets the tray on the nightstand and sits beside you. "You're welcome."
You huff, but your heart melts when he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle, so different from last night.
"Made you breakfast," he says, picking up a piece of fruit and holding it to your lips. "Figured you’d need the energy after all that whining you did."
You shoot him a look but take a bite anyway. He watches you, his gaze warm and steady.
"Look at me…Taking care of you," he murmurs, his voice softer now. "Even after you accused me of not loving you."
Your chest tightens. Guilt creeps in, but before you can say anything, he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.
You're breathless when you pull away, your voice barely above a whisper. "I’m sorry…I was wrong. I…I know you love me, Caleb."
His lips brush against your forehead, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close.
And with the gentlest voice, he whispers.
"Damn right I do.”