Hope's Space

Caleb has cooked for you as long as you remember. 

Back in your school days, he was the boy slipping snacks into your backpack to get you through afternoon classes. When your grandma was too tired to cook, he would step in without a second thought. But most of the time, Caleb didn't even need a reason to cook for you, he did it simply for the joy of watching you munch and gobble down his food, letting out muffled, “mmh, Caleb... i'sh sho good!” while he ruffled your hair affectionately. 

This habit didn't change when the two of you stepped into adulthood. He started showing up at your door with random home-cooked meals, always attentive to the moments you lost yourself a little too much into your work, gently reminding you to take a break by sliding a plate onto your desk. And on the days you were sick? Caleb stayed by your side, insisting on nursing you back to health with endless bowls of hot soup and comfort food.

Now that the man was your boyfriend, his gentle doting had become a daily occurrence. Before you even realized it, Caleb had become your sole source of nutrition. Maybe you had just relied a little too hard on your younger metabolism, but the endless stream of delicious food had made it easy to ignore the new, soft fullness your curves now carried. 

Until today.

Guilt radiated through your body as you peered down at the numbers on the weighing scale beneath your feet. Seeing confirmation of what you had been noticing in the mirror for weeks felt like a little pang to your chest. Maybe I need to make some changes, you thought, 

But Caleb, being the observant man he was, was highly attuned to all your shifts in emotion and habit. He wasn't unaware of the sudden guilt clouding your relationship with food. It started with you skipping meals, insisting you “just weren't hungry,” or barely finishing half your plate. Then came the peculiar questions, asking him exactly what ingredients he used so you could type them into a mysterious calorie-tracking app on your phone. 

All of it slowly caught up to him. Caleb couldn't help but feel a dull ache whenever you refused food he made for you. At first, he hoped it was just a passing phase, that you would go back to eating normally for him. But as he watched you push a fork around your plate yet again, his patience began to wear thin. 

You were sprawled on your bed, laying flat on your stomach and resting on your forearms, deeply engrossed in your book with your legs absentmindedly kicking the air behind you. That was when you heard your bedroom door click open. Your attention immediately diverted from the pages, looking up to see Caleb entering the room, balancing a small plate with what looked like a pastry on it.

Your face broke out into a soft, bittersweet smile, melting at the sight of your devoted boyfriend. But your brain quickly went into alarm. Sugar. Sugar. Calories! You felt terribly, horribly bad, because you were going to have to deny his food all over again. You watched as Caleb sat down next to you on the bed, the mattress dipping heavily under his weight. He placed the plate right next to you, completely in clear view now. It was a miniature, perfectly golden apple pie, the warm crust smelling entirely divine. Your mouth watered instantly at the sight. Caleb was perfect at making almost any dish, but apple pie was one of his absolute specialties. God, why must you test me? you mentally cried. 

Looking up at Caleb’s hopeful eyes, your heart broke just a little bit more as you sat up and forced the words out. “I don’t think I'm very hungry, Caleb,” you said quietly. A flash of hurt crossed his features before he let out a low sigh. He picked up the fork resting on the side of the plate and began cutting out a small piece. Panicking, you quickly continued insisting, “No, believe me! I’ll have it later-” Your voice faded as Caleb brought the fork to his own lips, sliding the piece of pie into his own mouth instead. A confused expression riddled your face now. 

You opened your mouth to say something else, when Caleb’s hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up firmly as he smashed his lips against yours. Before you could even think to protest, he bit down sharply on your bottom lip. The sudden sting made you gasp, your mouth parting perfectly for him. Caleb took the opportunity; Using his tongue, he pushed the warm, sweet bite of apple pie straight into your mouth.

He broke off the kiss just as quickly as it started, leaving you breathless and stunned, but he didn't forget to lean back in for a fraction of a second, lazily licking the leaking syrup right from the corners of your lips, and closing your mouth with a finger pushing up on your chin.

“So, are you still not hungry, or do you want gege to feed you like this?” A smug smile now rested on his face. Still starstruck, you couldn't come up with a response. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, then,” he said, pushing you back onto the bed. Keeping your mouth open with his large fingers, he fed you with messy kisses, licking up any syrup that dripped down your body until you had finished every last bite of the apple pie. 

By the end of it, Caleb had a noticeable tent in his pants. “Fuck- since you’re done eating. My turn now,” he muttered, giving you a deranged smile. He immediately pulled your shorts off, diving straight to your cunt where you were already leaking and ready for him. He shoved his tongue right inside your tight hole, letting all of your sweetness collect on his tongue before slurping it up like a starved man. You, meanwhile, could only buck into his mouth, gasping as you felt his nose press flat into your clit.

“Caleb...!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he only focused on one thing, losing himself in your smell, your taste, and you. 

And just like that, every single hope you had of losing weight was dashed. Every time you tried to deny his food, he took it as an open invitation to claim your mouth, tasting you again and again until you took everything that was given to you. Sometimes, though, he would get a little selfish, completely forgetting about your meal and choosing to have his fill of you instead. Like the afternoon he pinned you flat against the kitchen counter, drizzling chocolate all over your collarbones, neck, and chest just so he could lick you clean. 

He made it his personal mission to keep you soft, full, and utterly dependent on him, and the thought of your body plumping up solely because of him was enough to make him absolutely feral. 

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“First of all, I don’t bark, I protect what is mine!” you say firmly. “Second… at least you don’t undress him with your eyes when you look at him.” Gideon laughs, “But I’ve seen him naked before. In fact, I see him naked all the time.” A grin on his face. You shoot him a stern look and yell:

“Well… DELETE IT from your brain and…” you turn to Caleb now, “….why is Gideon seeing you naked all the time?”

Caleb is highly amused by your open jealousy. “Well, after exhausting missions, we take showers together on site before changing into our regular clothes. Nothing unusual, Pips. Everyone does that.” His explanation sounds reasonable, so you let him off the hook.

However, Gideon is having a little too much fun right now. “Right, and when I said I touch him all the time…” His gaze drifts down to Caleb’s crotch, just to annoy you… You immediately pull your hand away from Caleb’s chest and cover his crotch instead. “Don’t look at his dick!!” Caleb tenses up. Your hands are not only hovering over his crotch but actually grabbing him. “P-Pips!! Your hands—” he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind while strategically hiding his ‘growing problem’. “What is it, Caleb?” you ask, genuinely not understanding the issue.

“Pips, you can’t do that in public!” “Do what?” “Like… touching it…” You glance down. “I see why… Quick!! Hide it in my mouth!!” you blurt out loudly.

Gideon chokes on his drink. Patrick starts HOWLING from laughter, “Caleb my man…I am speechless..and somewhat jealous..!”

Caleb’s ears are red, his face flushed. “Pips, you’re clearly drunk. I think I’ll need to take you home.” “Nooo~ I’m just joking!” you whine. “But you can’t just…” he hesitates as he notices everyone watching, “….let’s talk for a moment, yeah? Pat, mind if I use your room?” “Go ahead.”

Caleb guides you out of the living room, slightly dragging you since you refuse to walk properly. “Where are we going?” “To Patrick’s room.” “Ooooh, right. Why?” “To talk.” “Talk. Right. In Patrick’s room. Right.” You turn your head toward Patrick and yell: “PATRICK! Caleb and I are going to TALK in your room. Well, he’s going to do all the talking, because I’ll be busy using m—”

“THAT’S IT!” Caleb throws you over his shoulder. He puts you down only after you’re in Patrick’s room and locks the door behind him. He exhales loudly and just looks at you. “Let’s talk then” you say sarcastically while playing with his belt. “Behave.” His tone is serious. You sit down on the bed & look up at him.

“But that’s not fun. Besides… I finally have you to myself,” you admit. “I felt like I needed to compete for your attention tonight. I guess…I overdid it.” Caleb sighs. He steps closer, pushing you gently back onto Patrick’s bed, leaning over you now. His large frame is hovering above yours.

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” “You knew that already. And yet… you brought me anyway,” you respond. Caleb closes the distance and captures your lips in a kiss. You immediately grab him by his necklace and pull him closer, breaking whatever restraint he had left.

His grip tightens slightly at your waist as he leans you back into the mattress, deepening his kiss. You unbuckle his belt and start feeling his hard cock, slowly squeezing him through his boxers. Caleb inhales sharply and bites on your lower lip. He grabs your wrists and pins your hands above your head.

*Bzz Bzz* You both stop.

What is it?” you ask. “My phone.” He reaches into his pockets. He now smiles at the screen. “What’s so funny?” Caleb gives you his phone. A message from Patrick lights up the screen: “I’ll reroute your jet to hell & back, if you two fuck on my bed, istg!!” You smile, but can’t help feeling a bit disappointed. “Guess we gotta stick to talking.”

Soon the campfire is lit, marshmallow are being roasted, Caleb shows off his guitar skills with the acoustic guitar he brought along. Between the music, the crackling campfire, and the distant chirping of crickets, the campsite feels almost magical.

Still, surrounded by nothing but darkness and trees, you can't deny it's a little creepy. “Are you... scared?” Caleb asks, clearly more amused than concerned. “No...,” you answer, though not very convincingly. “Then maybe I should tell you a horror story. You know, just to change that.” “Try me!” “Oh-ho. Someone's feeling brave tonight. Let’s see....”

With a grin, Caleb launches into a horror story that quickly turns out to be the scariest thing you've ever heard. It doesn't help that the setting is a forest eerily similar to the one you're currently sitting in. As the campfire dies down and the two of you crawl into the tent to sleep, every distant sound outside seems louder than before, the snapping twig, rustling leaves, the wind moving through the trees. “You're awfully close to me for someone who says she isn't scared,” Caleb says with a knowing grin. “Okay??” you pout and scoot away, “I'll move then!! Better?” To your surprise, Caleb lets you. “Good. I need to check something outside anyway. You'll be okay alone for a minute, right?” “YOU’RE LEAVING ME??” “Just a minute.” You hear him moving around outside for a few moments. Then silence. “Caleb?” No answer. “Caleb, stop messing around.” Nothing. A knot forms in your stomach. “Okay, this isn't funny anymore… Caleb?” Still no response.

Just as you're about to unzip the tent, footsteps approach from outside. The zipper slides open: It's Caleb. Relief hits you so hard that you immediately burst into tears. “Aww, Pips,” Caleb pats your head, “Were you really that scared without me?” “How far did you go?!” „Not far! I’ve heard you call my name. “ "What? You... heard me?” "Of course as I said, I wasn’t that far.” "Then… why didn't you answer?" The corner of Caleb's mouth curled upward in a faint smirk. It wasn't his usual teasing grin, there was something different about it, something that made a chill creep down your spine. “Because,” he says while brushing a tear from your cheek, “you sound so cute when you're scared.” You stare at him, not knowing what to respond.

“You know, I picked a pretty remote spot,” his arm slides around your waist. “No signal. No other campers. No trails nearby.” Something about the satisfaction in his voice makes your stomach flip. “Just you and me.” His words didn’t sound romantic, they sounded… threatening. Caleb's lips curve into a small smile. “Isn't that nice?”

Before you can answer, he pulls you closer against his chest. “You think your co-worker would've gone through this much effort just for one weekend alone with you?” He brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.

“You know, if you screamed out here,” he says quietly, “nobody would hear you.” His hand tilts your chin up. “Look at me.” His tone is gentle, yet it terrifies you. You meet his eyes and immediately wish you hadn't. The look on his face is unfamiliar, for the first time, Caleb genuinely scares you.

Caleb and Sylus both agreed on one thing, they had spoiled you rotten. 

You knew exactly how to get your way with a stomp of your foot and a bit of incessant whining. They both had a massive soft spot for you, and you absolutely abused it. On the rare occasion that one of them actually stood his ground and denied you something, you simply went running to the other. Without fail, you always ended up getting what you wanted. 

So there you were, flopped unceremoniously across Sylus’s bed, dramatically huffing and taking your frustrations out on his pillows. You made sure your tantrum was obvious to the white-haired man sitting at his desk, casually flipping through documents. He looked up at your theatrics, a hint of amusement playing on his face. 

Seeing that your efforts were going to waste, you decided to kick it up a notch. You paused all your dramatic thrashing and sat up on the bed, going dead silent. The sudden lack of noise instantly caught Sylus’s attention. That's when you brought out the big guns. With a perfectly timed sniffle, crocodile tears began streaming down your cheeks. Sylus, defeated by your dirty tactics, tossed his documents onto the desk. He sighed, making his way over to the bed before pulling your body against his chest, enveloping you in a warm hug. 

"Alright, alright," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against your ear as he stroked your hair. "We’ll get you your pet wolf. Don't cry now, kitten." 

The next of your schemes involved sneaking to the kitchen at 3 am in the morning, staying as quiet as possible as you tiptoed across the cold floors. You opened the fridge and retrieved the goods, and right as you thought you had gotten away with it, you heard someone behind you. Goddammit. You turned around guiltily to find Caleb standing there, leaning against the wall, shirtless and looking like he had just woken up. Ice cream in hand, you flashed him a nervous smile. "Pips, you know you can't have that so late at night," he scolded gently. Your instincts kicked in immediately. You pouted, hugging the tub close to your chest as you gave him your signature puppy eyes. "But Caleb, pleaseee... I've been craving it." Giving in, Caleb walked over and ruffled your hair with a sigh. "Fine, but not too much, okay?"

And just like that, victory was yours. Half the time, you made ridiculous requests just to test their limits, to see exactly how far they would bend to keep you happy. they were well aware of this fact too. But unbeknownst to you, Caleb and Sylus had recently made a plan. Deciding they officially had enough of your shit with the way your asks became more absurd by the day, they knew they needed to teach their bratty little girl a lesson. 

It was a day like any other, you woke up with a slow, heavy stretch, yawning your way out of bed and heading downstairs. In the kitchen, your two boyfriends were already occupying their usual spots. Caleb was making breakfast, while Sylus leaned against the counter, mindlessly popping cherries into his mouth and scrolling through his phone. Scurrying over to Caleb, you leaned over his shoulder, trying to peer into the pan. "I'm almost done, pips. Go sit down," he murmured, not looking up. You blinked down at the eggs sizzling in the pan, and like second nature, felt defiance bubbling up. You looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes. "But Caleb, I'm craving pancakes today." Right as you expected to watch him immediately pivot to indulge your craving, he did the exact opposite. Caleb glanced down at you, held your gaze for a flat second, and deadpanned, "Nope." 

That caught you completely off guard. "Wha-?" It wasn't the kind of "no" that felt negotiable. It wasn't a "maybe" with extra steps. This "no" felt definitive. As you stood there, jaw slightly slack and confused, Caleb simply reached out, picked you up by the waist like a doll, and set you down next to the kitchen island. "Sit down," he ordered softly.

For once, you actually obeyed, slipping into the seat next to Sylus as if in a trance. Caleb caught your expression and let out a smug smirk. 

A few moments later, Caleb began setting the plates down on the island. Still reeling from the pancake rejection, your eyes drifted over to the bowl of juicy cherries Sylus was snacking on.

"Can I have som-" "No." 

Before the sentence could even clear your throat, Sylus cut you off. He didn't even look your way as he answered, instead, he popped another cherry between his lips, holding it between his teeth as he leaned back, his gaze locking directly onto Caleb. 

Wordlessly, Caleb moved across the space, leaning over the counter to meet him. He closed the distance and took the cherry right from Sylus's mouth, their teeth clashing in a quiet click. They both tried not to laugh at the sight of you looking like a kicked puppy. 

The rest of the day went on just like that, a rebellion was what it was. By evening, you were left thoroughly frustrated by the mountain of rejections that had accumulated all day. You could tell something was up, but you knew they couldn't keep this up forever. So, you decided to stage your own overthrow. 

When nighttime finally arrived, you got into bed a little earlier than usual. You could hear the steady rush of water from the shower Caleb was running in the bathroom, while Sylus was finishing up some work in his office. Smirking to yourself, you slowly stripped down to just your underwear, a lacy pair you knew that they were weak for.  Settling back against the pillows, you slowly spread your thighs and gave a few exploratory flicks to your clit. Mmm. As you started to play with yourself, your fingers spread your folds, rubbing gently before plunging two fingers shallowly inside. 

Despite always catering to your every wish and whim, Sylus and Caleb had one strict rule for you, hands off yourself. You knew not to cross this– you never had a reason to anyway, not with two utterly devoted men ready to give you more pleasure than you could ever give yourself. But after a day of them teasing and denying you, you didn't see why you couldn't play their game as well.

Soft moans spilled from your lips, juices leaking through as you could feel yourself getting hotter. Right then, you heard heavy footsteps moving through the hallway outside. Grinning, you worked yourself even harder now. Sylus, on the other hand, reached the outside of the room and knew immediately something was up; he felt your sweet scent filling the air, your faint gasps barely heard. Seems kitten is playing dirty. 

Walking inside, he locked eyes with you, only for you to scrunch your eyebrows and put on even more of a show, cunt in full display. And right on cue, Caleb walked out of the bathroom, skin glistening and a towel hanging off his waist. The moment he caught on to the events occurring in the room, he flashed Sylus an unhinged smile. 

Your mind had dissolved into absolute mush. Overstimulated as you were kept on your hands and knees, your back arched deeply as Sylus relentlessly drove into you from behind. 

You had lost track of how many times you'd finished already, yet there were no signs of stopping. Caleb, meanwhile, was in front of you, admiring the glisten on your face and lips from the previous load he shot up that he was still recovering from, panting with his abs clenching. 

You felt another intense orgasm coursing through you, cum and juice spilling out further as your pussy spasmed around Sylus, but this only prompted him to go faster. Tears streaming uncontrollably now, your knuckles turned white with how hard you were gripping the sheets, and you looked up at Caleb, almost pleading with him to reason with Sylus. Almost like Sylus figured out your ploy, he snapped your hips back against him harshly. “Oh no no no, he’s not gonna help you, sweetheart.” Caleb could only grin, giving you a mock pity look. “Aw, is pips tired? Should’ve thought of that before you decided to break the rules, no?” He looked over to Sylus. “Sy, my turn now.” Panting, Sylus plunged balls deep all the way into your cervix one last time before he pulled out completely, manhandling you to switch positions. 

Now you were sitting upright, your back leaning against Sylus with your legs being held up and apart by his veiny arms. Caleb took his position immediately, feeding you his cock from the front, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, a tad overstimulated from his earlier release. Sylus, looking at the vulnerable puppy boy, couldn't help but reach out and caress the side of his face, his fingers running through his slightly damp hair. Caleb only subconsciously leaned into his touch all the while plunging completely inside of you, moving in shallow, ragged thrusts. 

Then Sylus had an idea. Nipping at your shoulder, his fingers still tangled in Caleb's hair, he gripped a bit tighter, grabbing his attention. “You think she's ready for it?” 

“Huh? fuck– yeahyeaheyeah,” Caleb mumbled incoherently, looking absolutely pussydrunk by the way you clenched around him. You were confused. “Sy? Wha- what do you mean ready? Ready for what?” you panted, and right then, you felt something poke at your virgin back entrance. Fuck me, you thought.

Gathering all the slick from your combined releases and giving you a spit of his own, Sylus made sure you were well-lubricated before he attempted the intrusion. It felt weird in the start– an unfamiliar feeling– but you knew better than to oppose it. You were completely at their mercy. 

Soon enough, Caleb and Sylus found a shared rhythm, breaching your holes at the same time and building up an insane amount of pressure, slick sounds and moans filling the room. Even Sylus, who wasn't normally vocal in bed, was groaning and whimpering, and in no time, another orgasm ripped through you. “Fuck— yes baby, give it all to me. Come on, I know you can give me more,” you weren't even sure who was talking to you at that point.  

Hours dissolved into an exhaustive blur as positions were shifted and forced upon you. You were floating in and out of consciousness. You all looked like a litter of bunnies going at it for so long. You were tired, and just let them move you around for their own pleasure; their combined stamina was ungodly. You could feel your womb bulging with all the semen pumped into you, and finally, with bruising thrusts, they came at the same time, collapsing back against the bed. 

God, Smiling in your fucked out state, all you could think was, you still got what you wanted.

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