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a/n: i’m sorry if this is short! requested by anons
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Today was a rough day in the villa without a doubt.
As you were originally coupled up with Corbin, you had now been voted to be with Caleb. Which in ways, was what you wanted. Corbin was around asking girls to kiss him like it was his day job and you hated that.
Caleb on the other hand was a gentleman who knew exactly what he wanted.
You were happy, but Corbin obviously wasn't.
Once everyone branched off from the firepit Corbin pulled you four a chat, on the daybed where people could see. "So, how are you feeling?" he asks. You didn't fully know how you were feeling, you knew in your heart you were happy with Caleb. He was just overall a better fit for you. But you couldn't help but wonder about your connection with Corbin.
He was great at first, you guys had great conversations, you laughed a lot and the kisses were great. But that was quickly interrupted by Kayda and Melanie letting you know he had asked them both for a kiss.
It just threw you off, sure this was a place to explore connections but right after kissing you he asked Kayda and Melanie? It just didn't see morally right.
"Um, I'm feeling okay. I wish it didn't happen so soon. I feel terrible." You answer. "No, don't feel bad, maybe America is seeing something we aren't."
That was true, maybe they saw a way he talked to a girl or just thought that you and Caleb were more fitting. And he was right, you shouldn't feel bad this was out of your control, you did what you were supposed to.
"So, was there like something with Caleb you didn't tell me about?" He asks. "What, no, I have no reason not to tell you stuff. I told you everything about our conversation." you answer.
"It's just fishy, you'd think if you only had that one conversation with him wouldn't we still be stronger?" He questions.
Why was he accusing you of lying, if anything, America coupled the two of you up because Corbin took his sweet time to tell you about the kisses he had. You felt the whole vibe change right away, what he said was so off-putting.
"How is it fishy? I told you literally everything that happened start to finish."
"I'm just saying it seems fishy, does it not seem that way to you at all?" He asks, his tone now sharp and piercing you right in the chest. "What seems fishy is you not only asking to kiss but kissing other girls and then waiting until I come to you to tell me. That's fucking fishy." You snap.
His eyebrows furrow at your words, seemingly shocked you even said that to him. "We weren't even coupled up for 24 hours." He argues. Which was complete bullshit, if he's coupled up with a girl he should respect them enough to tell them he kissed other girls. "It's basic respect Corbin, you're accusing me of lying and you're the one who was lying the whole fucking time." you bark. Both of your voices begin to raise.
People begin looking your way, but the two of you were too busy bickering to even notice.
"I was just asking, you getting defensive makes it seem like you were lying." he says.
You stand up in front of him, Caleb sees it and begins to walk over to make sure you're okay. "Why would I lie to you?" You ask.
"I don't know maybe you wanted to play two at once, I wouldn't be surprised." he states. Caleb then steps in front of you, hand on your waist. "That's not how you talk to a woman. Stay the fuck away from her." Caleb says, walking you away.
Luckily, the conversation ended just in time for everyone to begin getting ready for bed, while getting ready Caleb brought you a bit of your favorite villa snack to have before bed, he pressed a kiss on your cheek then left you to finish getting ready.
You walk into the bedroom, ready to crawl into bed with him. Unfortunately, you two were placed right next to Corbin.
The lights eventually fade, conversations die and the only sound is the sound of Gabe and Beatriz mouth fucking next to you.
You laid against Calebs warm skin, he brings himself to whisper in your ear "How can I make you feel good?" He asks, his breath warm against your ear. He begins placing soft wet kisses down your neck, "Hmm" You hum.
Your heart begins to pick up at the contact, fluttery feeling running through your veins. "Tell me, you deserve to be pleased the right way." His words turn you on right away, your legs press flush together.
His hand rubs across your waist as he continues kissing all over your neck, "Touch me please" you say faintly, as if you're already losing your breath.
He didn't waste a second after hearing what you said, his hand makes it's way down your laced undies and between your slick folds. He teases at your clit for a minute, making sure you're fully ready for him. "I'm so lucky this is all for me. I'm gonna make you feel good, just like you deserve." he says against your skin.
He then slowly inserts one finger, making sure you're adjusting okay without making too much noise. Once he's sure you're good he pushes another finger in and lightly begins pumping in and out of you.
Your walls flutter against his fingers, he catches your lips for a kiss, keeping you quiet. The kiss is sloppy as you're unable to full compose yourself. "You're doing so good." He praises against your lips.
You felt like you were about to crumble as his pace picks up, he hovers just overtop of you, one hand in his soft blonde hair lightly pulling at it, the other hand on his bicep, leaving crescent shaped marks from your nails.
"Caleb - I'm gonna cum." You say in a whisper. "Atta girl, let me feel it." He replies.
His pace picks up as his fingers curve inside of you, hitting a certain spot each time. Your body tenses up fully, as your release falls on his fingers.
He falls beside you, adjusting you onto his chest and stoking your hair.
You both stayed pretty quiet, but the noises you were making should show Corbin how to treat a woman.
summary ♡ it was supposed to be one round just something to take the edge off after he came back from a long away game. but jude’s missed you too much. and once he sees how wrecked you look, split wide open on his cock, he decides once isn’t enough. not even close.
pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader
content ♡ 18+, p in v smut, creampie, size kink, overstimulation, breeding kink (light), dom!jude, rough sex, hair pulling, deep penetration, choking (light), spit, praising + degrading, multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, aftercare, no condom used (be safe IRL!!), reader is very overwhelmed but loves it 🥴
a/n ♡ listen. i don’t know what came over me. this man has no right being this hot and this tall and this… built. so here’s a fic about him making it everyone’s problem. if this ruins your day… good. also this was inspired by that one locker room photo of him in the compression shorts. if you know, you know. enjoy 🫡🩶
It’s 2:43am.
The lock clicks quietly. You’re trying to be careful, slipping in on your tiptoes, heels dangling from your hand, body sore from dancing and laughing all night. Your perfume still clings to you warm, sweet, a little sweaty now.
You think he’s asleep.
Until you see the kitchen light still on. A tall figure in the doorway. Shirtless. Grey sweats. Arms crossed.
Your throat dries instantly.
“Jude…”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.
He just stares low, slow, dragging his eyes over your body like he’s trying to set you on fire.
“You really wore that out, huh?”
You swallow. Hard. The dress was short, yes. Tight. Yes. But you hadn’t meant to be out this late hadn’t thought he’d wait up.
“I didn’t think—”
“You never fucking think.”
His voice is low and sharp and nothing like the warm boy who kisses your cheeks and carries your bags from the car.
You freeze in the hallway.
“Jude, I wasn’t—”
“You ignored my texts.”
“I didn’t mean to. I swear, it was just loud—”
His hand is suddenly on your jaw. Not rough, but firm. His thumb presses your chin up, makes you look at him. You feel your heart thudding against your ribs.
“You smell like the club. Like drinks and sweat and a bunch of fucking guys who couldn’t stop looking at you.”
Jealousy bleeds through every word.
You open your mouth. “There weren’t—”
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”
His eyes are dark. Heated. Possessive.
“You wanted attention. You got it. Now you’re gonna deal with mine.”
You don’t even have time to react.
He turns you around, pressing you into the hallway wall with a thud. One hand yanks your wrists above your head. The other hikes up your dress in one swift motion, baring your thighs, your panties already soaked through.
“You wore this?” he breathes behind you. “Barely covers your ass. No wonder every guy in there was staring.”
You whimper.
“Didn’t want them. Just wanted you.”
“Bullshit,” he growls, grinding against you. You can feel how hard he is already, thick and heavy and pressed right between your cheeks.
“You’re mine. Not for anyone else to look at, to touch, to think about.”
And then he rips your panties down, lets them fall to your ankles.
The next thing you feel is his fingers two of them thrusting into you deep and fast.
You cry out, head falling forward against the wall.
“So wet,” he snarls. “Fucking soaked and it’s not even for me yet, is it?”
“It is,” you breathe. “It is, I promise—”
He curls them. And you scream.
Your legs wobble. You nearly collapse.
“Say it again.”
“It’s for you,” you whimper. “All for you.”
“You gonna prove that, angel?”
You nod, tears already welling in your lashes. He pulls his fingers out and you hear the sound of his sweatpants being shoved down, the dull thump of his cock hitting his stomach.
You know how big he is. You always forget how big until it’s right there.
He lines up without warning. One hand gripping your hip. The other sliding up to hold your throat.
He pushes in.
All at once.
You scream again, hoarse and shocked, forehead to the wall, mouth hanging open with no sound.
“Fuck,” he groans, deep in your ear. “So tight. Like you’re trying to squeeze me out.”
You whimper, struggling to adjust.
He doesn’t let you.
His hips snap forward, hard. Harder again. Your whole body jolts with the force.
He’s fucking you into the wall. One hand still around your neck. The other grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back so he can watch your eyes flutter.
“You want attention?” he spits. “Here. Take all of it.”
His cock punches into your sweet spot again and again. The room spins.
You’re already close. Too fast. Too much.
“Can’t,” you gasp. “It’s too—”
“You can. You will.”
You’re clenching around him, shaking, choking on your moans. He slips the hand from your neck down to your clit, circles it with cruel precision, and you’re done.
You come hard. Legs giving out. You cry out his name like a prayer. desperate, cracked, ruined.
But he doesn’t stop.
“That’s one.”
He fucks you through it. Doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t slow down.
Just keeps pounding into you like his life depends on it.
“Gotta make sure you feel how much I missed you,” he breathes. “Wanna see you break for me.”
You’re babbling now. Can’t speak. Can’t breathe.
He pulls out, only to flip you around and carry you to the nearest surface. the kitchen counter, laying you flat on your back with your legs open wide.
He kisses you now. Hungry. Sloppy. All tongue and teeth.
And then he drops to his knees.
Licks you clean. Messy. Loud. Moaning like he’s the one getting off.
“Fuckin’ heaven,” he mutters into your thighs. “Taste like you need to be filled again.”
And then he’s back inside.
Fucking you deep. Slow at first, then faster, your legs thrown over his shoulders, his hand on your lower stomach pressing down to feel himself inside you.
“Feel that?”
You nod, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“That’s me. So deep in you. No one else gets to do this. No one.”
You come again.
Harder than before.
Your body writhes under him, overstimulated, sobbing now.
“Please,” you gasp. “Jude— I— I can’t—”
“You can,” he growls. “You will.”
His voice is sharp but his eyes are soft. His thumb wipes away a tear before he kisses you again, slower now, possessive.
“I missed you,” he murmurs. “So fucking much.”
Then his rhythm starts to falter. He’s close.
“You gonna take it, baby?”
“Yes,” you whimper. “Want you to come inside. Please, please—”
And that’s it.
He groans deep in his chest and spills inside you, twitching, grinding into you as he empties everything he’s got.
Thick and warm and so much.
You can feel it spilling out immediately, dripping down your thighs.
But he doesn’t move.
Just stays there, buried deep, both hands cupping your face now, kissing you softly.
You’re still shaking.
He pulls out carefully, watches his cum drip out with a low hiss.
“Not done.”
You barely blink before he slips two fingers back in, pushing his release back into you.
You sob again, hips bucking.
“Keep it in,” he says. “You’re gonna stay full of me all fucking night.”
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hi!! i never thought you were copying minnie but with your most recent fic/drabble you made, it seemed like you were now copying paloma (cryloma) no shade or anything! was just wondering if you took inspo of her x
honestly, this is news to me!! i don’t think i even follow that user and was just writing based on what an anon of mine had requested prior! however now looking back, i do see how they are quite similar in writing so i’ll still give the ib credits regardless; tysm for letting me know x 💌💌
edit: ok so i just checked back and turns out i was following paloma LOL (this is so embarrassing for me jesus christ…💀💀) in any case, i still have the appropriate credits in the drabble!! <3
The boys had just gotten back from casa, Kc had chosen to bring back some bitch named Titi. The air was filled with bickering, everyone talking over each other.
Aniya stood in front of you, tears falling from her eyes. The bickering slows as Kc opens his mouth to speak. “The first night, nobody picked me.” he says distraught, “my door was empty!” he cries out.
“I don’t give a fuck!” you yell in response, “Nobody cares about the fucking door.” you add, now standing up.
Everyone walks away in unison, leaving Kc and Titi to sleep around the fire pit and fend for themselves against the mosquitos.
You hear yelling in the middle of the night, Kc had a bad dream about the door incident. Titi gets up to comfort him like a little baby.  
Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, it’s just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a “she’s busy bro”. Thanks 🫶🏻
jealousy | jude bellingham
obsessed with this concept already !!
summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it
warnings: none
word count: 738
a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3
you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesn’t get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didn’t knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.
“someone dm you.” he says.
his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.
“who?”
“lando norris.” he reads the name like he didn’t knew already.
“what does it say?” you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.
jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.
“are you gonna answer?” he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.
“not really, no.” you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.
when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didn’t meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldn’t help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didn’t have.
some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadn’t checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.
he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.
“do you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?” he asks out of nowhere. “so i can repost it on my story.” he clarifies.
you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guy’s dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.
“sure.” you say.
he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple “my boyfriend❤️”, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.
when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.
“let me see the picture.” you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. “was that really necessary?” you point at the text and he just shrugs.
“i just feel like there’s a lot of people that don't know we’re together, you know? just wanna put it out there.” you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.
“is that so?” you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.
“yeah, lots of guys on your dms.” he confess. “they liked your selfie earlier.”
“hmm.” you answer. “i wouldn’t know about that, i only like one guy.” a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. “wanna go? we’ll be late to dinner.”
jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.
nsfw [18+] warnings! soft dom Jude, praise, intimate, side position
summary, Jude can’t get enough of you and so it’s no surprise when he wakes up your the first thing on his mind. Soft mornings, slow touches, sleepy whispers. He holds you like you’re everything, and in that moment, you are.
The first thing you noticed was warmth.
Not just the sun bleeding in through the gauzy curtains, but him. Jude was pressed behind you, one arm curled around your waist, chest flush against your back. His body a soft wall of muscle, his breath brushing the nape of your neck.
You smiled before even opening your eyes, instinctively nestling closer. You could feel his heartbeat slow and steady, and the way his fingers had wandered in his sleep, now resting low on your belly, just under the hem of your shirt.
You heard him shift slightly, the beginnings of a hum vibrating in his chest. His lips brushed your shoulder.
“Mm… morning, baby,” he murmured, voice still hoarse and sleep-heavy.
“Morning,” you whispered, not even trying to hide the smile in your voice.
Neither of you moved for a moment.
You felt the way he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose to your shoulder and kissing the bare skin there. One kiss, then another. And another. Slow and aimless, like he had nowhere else to be but wrapped around you.
His hand wandered again, splaying across your stomach and stroking down, over your hip. His fingers traced lazy, absentminded patterns into your skin, but his touch lingered, intentional. You felt him harden slightly behind you.
“You feel so good in the mornings,” he said softly, lips ghosting your ear. “So warm. So soft.”
Your breath hitched as he gently nudged your thighs apart, opening you up just a little more, letting his hand slide between your legs with careful reverence.
“Jude…”
“Shh,” he cooed, already stroking you through your panties with feather-light touches. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, baby.”
His voice always did something to you in the mornings , gravelly, deep, laced with affection. And his hands… God, his hands were magic. Slow and unhurried, he mapped you with his fingers like he was trying to memorize you all over again.
“I love touching you,” he murmured, voice reverent. “Every part of you. Every inch.”
You gasped softly as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, brushing his knuckles against your bare skin as he did.
“Can I?” he asked gently, already nudging the tip of his cock against your folds. His hand was stroking up your waist now, thumb brushing under your breast.
You nodded, already aching for him, your hips shifting back against his.
“Please.”
He groaned at that, quiet, deep in his throat, and you felt him line up behind you. He kissed your shoulder, then your neck, then your temple.
And then he pushed in.
You both exhaled at the same time, a shared breath, like you were made for this. He filled you slowly, carefully, one hand gripping your hip to keep you steady as he slid all the way in.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to your shoulder blade. “You’re always so perfect. So wet for me, baby…”
Your fingers curled into the sheets. The stretch burned in the best way, and the angle, from the side, your back pressed to his chest, let you feel all of him.
His hand slid down to hold your thigh again, lifting it slightly to open you up more as he started to move. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hips rolling in a slow rhythm. The kind that made your toes curl and your breath catch.
You could feel every inch of him. Every soft exhale. Every whisper against your skin.
“You feel that?” he murmured, moving his hand to your lower stomach, pressing just enough for you to feel where he was inside you. “Right here, baby… I’m so deep in you.”
You whimpered, pressing your face into the pillow.
He kissed the back of your neck, slow and sweet. “You take me so well. Always so good for me.”
His hand drifted upward again, cupping your breast now, thumb brushing softly over your nipple. His other hand stayed curled under your neck, holding you close like he needed to anchor himself to you.
You reached back, fingers tangling in his hair as you moaned, arching against him. He was still moving, long, deep strokes, hips flush to yours each time.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, kissing behind your ear. “I wish you could see yourself — the way you look when I’m inside you. When you’re falling apart.”
You trembled, the pleasure building slowly and steadily, wrapping around your spine and sparking in every nerve. He was so gentle with you, every touch full of devotion, like he couldn’t get enough.
“I love waking you up like this,” he whispered, nose buried in your hair. “Love being the first thing you feel in the morning.”
You moaned softly, hips rocking back against him now.
“I’m close,” you breathed, voice shaking. “Jude, I’m—”
“I know, baby,” he soothed, his thrusts getting a little deeper, a little more focused. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
He reached down, fingers circling your clit now, expertly guiding you there.
“Come for me, sweet girl.”
You shattered with a soft cry, back arching, his name on your lips. He held you through it, murmuring sweet praise into your skin “That’s it, baby,” and “So fucking good,” and “I love you like this.”
He chased his own release after that, thrusts becoming just a little rougher, breathing ragged now. His hand gripped your waist, and he kissed your shoulder again, lips trembling against your skin.
“Fuck—fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, and then he came, buried deep, holding you as if you’d disappear otherwise.
The room fell into silence after. Heavy breathing. A lazy sunrise peeking through the window. Jude’s arms wrapped tight around you.
He didn’t pull out right away. Just held you there, your bodies still connected, his nose brushing your shoulder.
“You alright?” he asked, softer now. Barely a whisper.
You nodded, a blissful haze still clinging to your body. “Yeah. More than alright.”
He kissed your temple. “Didn’t mean to wake you up like that…”
You looked back at him over your shoulder. “You really think I’m complaining?”
His smile was sleepy, crooked, and gorgeous. “Didn’t think so.”
He finally pulled out slowly, carefully, and reached over you to grab the blanket, tucking it around your body again before settling back in behind you.
His arm draped across your waist, fingers drawing gentle shapes into your skin.
“You’re everything, you know that?” he whispered against your shoulder. “Everything to me.”
You smiled, heart fluttering. “I know.”
He kissed you again, just one last soft kiss against your spine, and pulled you even closer.
hii! i’m here, i’m the one who sent round that long paragraph to everyone! x
so i was wondering if you could do a fic that includes alfie waking you up by eating you out and also something that includes dry humping and possibly cumming in pants? it’s okay if not!
also if you do anons can i be 🐰 x
omg my first request, i’m screaming rn 😭😭
first of all, tysm for the sweet words you sent to me and my friends, that honestly made my entire day for real <3
as for your 1st request, i’ve done something like that here if you’d like to check it out but as for your 2nd request, i’ll try to get that done as a drabble for you as well!! 💌💌
for the anons, yes you can totally claim “🐰”, i’m still in the process of making a list but i’ll keep a note of that aswell <3
i’ll link the drabble here once i’m done with them for you!! 🧸
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content: 18+ mdni, dry humping, established relationship, creaming in pants, praise, brief choking, softdom!ab, praise & aftercare at the end, literally just porn with 0 plot lol.
mina talks: based on this request! i hope it meets to all your expectations <3 i also had to write this in the scorching heat since my apartment’s ac was broken so there are any mistakes, blame that pleek ☹️ this is also heavily inspired by cryloma (apologies for writing that in beforehand💌💌)
“that’s it, baby.” alfie praises as you rocked your hips against his crotch, a breathy whimper, mixed with a moan escaping from you when you felt a jolt of pleasure spike down your spine. “just like that.”
another soft gasp makes its way from your lips as your body tightens and euphoria spiked along with the pulsation that ached against your core.
you weren’t surprised that you or alfie were this sexually frustrated ⎯⎯ the moment you’d seen him rock into the house with an evident hard on, you wanted to waste 0 time and immediately pounced for him, to which he quickly reciprocated the energy.
and that’s how you’d found yourself in said position and with your clit clenching with anticipation as you continued to grind your hips in, feeling your boyfriend’s hot breath fan across your skin as he groaned aloud.
“fuck..” alfie grits out, his hand reaching to close around your throat, the pressure alone sending pulses to your core. you felt your breaths come out in shallow pants, your entire body a live wire just waiting to explode wholly.
you weren’t typically the biggest fan of dry humping to begin with, much rather wanting to just get into it immediately. that being said, your sexual frustration had been at a all time high these last few days and you knew that if you didn’t have some sort of release, you’d probably go crazy.
the shockwaves of pleasure pulsed through your body, coupled with the chill air brushing against your skin hazing at your conscious thinking.
“oh god.” you moan out, your hands fisting at alfie’s shirt as his hold across your throat tightened whilst his free hand traveled to lazily flick against your clothed clit, a telltale ball of tingles forming at the base of your spine.
“you like that?” he rasps against your ear, continuing to rock your hips against him, sending another wave of pleasure down your spine as he began his assault across your neck, littering it with darkened hickeys.
“yes..” you replied in a breathless tone, feeling your body tightened once you felt your orgasm nearing. “so good..”
you skin flushed hot, along with your clit throbbing like it suddenly developed a heartbeat of its own. you knew you couldn’t hold back any longer, with your orgasm only a few thrusts away.
“you gonna come for me, bunny?” alfie rasped in your ear, keeping one hand across your throat and the other travelling down for your clothed core, the flimsy material of your panties being the only barrier. “you gonna make a mess in your pretty panties for me?”
“y-yes!” you nod your head frantically, knowing you weren’t able to hold in for much longer. “yes i— oh god..! please let me cum alf, p-please—!”
alfie just laughs before grazing his lips against the shell of your ear again, whispering a soft “come for me, angel.” which instantly causes you to fall apart.
coupled with his thumb pressing against your clit, your orgasm ripped through you like wildfire, soaking your panties instantly. you felt as though every nerve was being set ablaze in your body, along with the overwhelming sense of euphoria that tickled against your skin as you rode out your high.
by the time things had subsided, you felt your eyes flutter open to find alfie looking down on you, brushing your messy tendrils of hair from your face as he planted soft, wet kisses across your curve of your neck and jaw, before finally picking you up to run you a bath.
Summary: Caleb realizes how badly he messed up and hurt you. He will do everything in his power to prove to you that he is sorry even though you have completely written him off.....or have you?
Warning(s): None really...just some built up tension and romance. Unless you count Caleb getting rejected multiple times as a warning.
Days have passed since your big fight with Caleb. You have not uttered a single word or even glanced at him. You were completely done with him after that night. Since then, you did everything in your power to avoid him.
When you had to be downstairs with the rest of the cast, you stayed on the opposite side. If you saw him in one area, you avoided him like the plague. If he were to try and walk past you, you would go the extra mile to walk around whatever was in sight just to not be in close proximity. You wouldn't even look at him.
And Caleb could see all of that. And he fucking hated it.
He hated the way you avoided him. He hated how you couldn't even stand to look at him or even be somewhat near him. Each time, only breaking his heart at the fact that this was all because of him. One day he couldn't take it and blindsided you when you were sitting on one of the tanning beds near the pool.
"Y/n....I don't want things to be like this between us." His eyes tried to meet yours, but you wouldn't even give him the time of day. Your eyes staring straight forward, face emotionless.
"You made your bed, so hump in it." was all she said coldly. No feeling. It made Caleb's heart ache. He watched as she got up and walked away. He wanted to go after her so bad, but doing that would only make it worse. But one way or another, he was going to prove to you that in the end he wanted to walk out of this villa with you. Not Jaiden, and not anyone else.
*Later that night*
Caleb was trying to rack his brain on what he could do. He was going to do everything in his power to try and get you back. But where should he start? How can he even try if you don't even want to look at him, let alone be in the same room as him?
His head lifted as he heard approaching footsteps coming his way. It was Bryce and Trinity walking hand in hand. They both sat on the same couch next to him.
"How you doing Bro?" Bryce asked him, his hand automatically grabbing a hold of Trinity's. They could see the misery straight up on his face. And while Trinity was one to hold back on the bullshit, a part of her did feel bad Caleb.
"I fucked up so bad.." he whispered, his hands coming up to grasp at his hair in frustration. Caleb felt so empty. And he felt this way because he didn't have you.
"I was so fucking stupid, and didn't realize what I had until I brought Jaiden in." he told them, his eyes looking at the ground, ashamed of himself. He doesn't blame anyone but himself. This was all on him.
"I miss her so fucking much..." his voice slightly cracked. hands gripping his hair even tighter. He could feel Bryce place a hand on his shoulder, trying to give him a comforting squeeze. One he felt he didn't deserve.
"I know you thought you were doing what you think was best, but you and everyone in here knows, the moment you and Y/n went to the hideaway that you shouldn't have brought anyone else back after being in Casa. The amount of times you spoke about Y/n and thought about her, should have been the sign you needed man." Bryce was not going to sugar coat it. But he also wasn't going to be a dick. Caleb was beating himself up enough.
"I just don't know how I can prove to her that I regret what I did and that I do want her. She won't even look at me unless its with disgust." he said softly, not wanting to speak normally or else he knew he would break right then and there.
"Prove it then." Trinity answered. "You want to show her how sorry you are and that you want her back, then prove it to her."
"But how? She won't even be within ten feet of me." Caleb questioned.
"Well its not going to be easy Caleb. You did a fucked up thing, that doesn't just go away really fast. She's going to be affected by this for a while. But what you can do is put in the effort to try and prove it to her that you're sorry. She may reject you at first, and may not even give you a second to listen, but if you consistently put in the effort, then eventually, she's going to see it. It's just going to take time." She explained to him.
"I can do that." Caleb affirmed. He will do that. Anything to get you back, he was going to try even if she still rejected him in the end. Because he could not leave the villa without trying to get his girl back.
*The next day*
He started simple to test the waters. He had made you breakfast, but he knew better than to walk in there and give it to you considering what happened last time. So, he had decided to have Bryce take it to you while he went to give Trinity her plate.
When Bryce walked in, he made sure to give Trinity her plate first and a hug and a kiss. Then he walked over to Y/n.
"Here you go Y/n." he said cheerfully, setting the plate down in front of you. You gave him a kind smile and thanked him, "You didn't have to." she responded, grateful for his kind generosity.
"Enjoy." he smiled at her. He gave her a friendly hug and walked out of the room. But not entirely. He stood behind the door, starting between the crack that gave him a perfect view of you.
You ate the food slowly, savoring every bite while having a conversation with the girls.
"What's that Y/n?" Jen asked as she peaked at her plate, her eyes furrowing at what she saw. Y/n looked down and down a folded note that was hidden under the grapes. She picked it up and inspected it carefully. The girls all gathered around her, curious as to what it said.
"Open it!" They all encouraged her.
She opened the note slowly, and then her eyes finally found the written words:
'I know you don't want to see me, but I will give it my all to prove to you that I'm sorry for what I did. I know it will take some time, but I will use all the time that I have left to show you that I made a mistake and regret hurting you.
-C'
You read aloud to the girls. They awed at the words that were written but you weren't falling for it. Now now, and not anytime soon. Bryce watched as you looked at it a second longer and crumbled it up. You threw it in the trashcan, not giving it another thought.
"If he's sorry, he wouldn't have done what he did in the first place." was all you said as you sat back down and continued to get ready.
Bryce walked away from the door and made his way back down to the kitchen. Caleb was sitting on the island, waiting anxiously for his return. The moment he saw him, he got off and walked straight to Bryce.
"Well?" he asked, nervous for the outcome. All Bryce could do was give him a sympathetic look and shook his head no.
"She read it, but she threw it away." Caleb knew that this was going to be extremely difficult. He understood why you threw the note away, but this was not going to stop him even though it hurt that you didn't even acknowledge his attempt to try and communicate with you to make things right.
"I'm not giving up." he stated. Bryce dapped his shoulder, giving him the support he needed at that moment.
"Let's try a different approach..." Bryce suggested. They both went to sit down at 'Say Less' and started to brainstorm ideas on how to get you alone with him.
*Later that night*
Caleb knew he was going to have to be careful on how he did this. He knew that you weren't ready yet to talk to him. But he could at least try and let you know that he was not going to give up on you in a subtle way.
As the girls were all talking at the fire pit, Caleb waited until they were deep in conversation to pull all the boys aside. "Can you guys do me a favor?" he asked them all quietly, making sure that you and the girls could not hear him.
"What the hell are they up to?" Kayda said as she could see all of the guys huddled together, discussing something that seemed very private and secretive.
"I don't know, but I hope they aren't doing some stupid shit." Melanie said as you and the girls continued to stare intently at the boys.
Suddenly, their huddle broke apart, and the boys started to make their way over. Their steps in sync, and their eyes staring right at you.
"Beautiful, Y/n" Zach started off dramatically, your face immediately showing a 'what the fuck' expression. "Can you please walk with me for a moment."
You looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. The girls were just as confused as you. you took his arm that he offered to you, and he guided you up and started to lead you away. You looked back at the girls, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Zach led you to the dock, and you could see something, but what it was, you weren't sure since you couldn't see very clear yet. "What's going on Zach?" you asked him, your voice giving a sound of annoyance and nervousness.
"Just wanted to bring you here." was all he said. When you got closer to the end of the dock, you finally saw what was set up. On the floor was a giant heart made out of rose petals, and in the center, were the words 'I'm Sorry'.
"And last but not least" you turned to Zach who had a rose in his hand and was reaching out to give it to you. You look at it suspiciously, already knowing who was up to this. You didn't want to take it. You wanted to rip it apart if you were being honest. But before you could react negatively, you all of a sudden see all of the boys appear in your line of sight, minus Caleb. Each holding a rose in their hand.
"Take the damn rose Y/n." Zach finally said as you stood staring at it for a moment too long. You took it from him, apprehensively accepting the rose. Then next was Corbin, then Kc, Sincere, Carl, Dylan, Gal, and then last but not least Bryce. Aside from the final rose, you also notice he had an envelope in his hand.
"Why are you guys doing this?" you asked him, desperate for an answer. Your emotions are becoming hay wired. This was becoming overwhelming.
"Y/n, we all know he fucked up. But it's important that he realizes that and is trying to make things right." he started off. Your eyes roll automatically, not wanting to accept his answer. But Bryce continued on, not letting that stop him from continuing.
"But it takes a real man to own up to what he did and to try and prove that he is sorry for his actions." he finished. You stared at the now bundle of roses in your hand and the envelope that was addressed to you.
"You don't have to read it right now, that can be on your own time." he told you. You looked around the area, taking in what he did. You were confused. Your heart still hurt and was broken from what he did, and yet, a tiny, tiny, part of it was slightly open as you stared at the set up.
"I don't know what to do Bryce." You whispered helplessly, begging for him to help you figure out the answer.
"Yes, you do Y/n. You just need time to figure out what it is exactly you want." he told you and left it at that. He gave you a tight hug which you really needed at the moment. He left you alone, and you stood there on the dock for a good while, staring at the words on the floor, the roses in your hand and the envelope.
Caleb watched you from the top of the balcony, hidden from you, because he knew that if you saw him, you would throw everything away and not give his gesture another minute of your time. He could see you staring at the envelope intensely, he wanted you to open and read it so badly.
But you didn't. You stared at it for a while longer, before setting the roses down on the floor. Caleb's face began to sink in sadness. But a little bit of hope flickered in his eyes as he watched you at least walk away from the dock with the envelope still in your hand.
'That's a start..'
*Middle of the night*
You couldn't sleep.
Throughout the night, you were constantly tossing and turning. Your mind is not able to shut down and put you in that deep sleep. Finally, after giving up on trying to sleep, you quietly sneak out of bed, careful not to wake the others as you make your way down to the villa floor. Needing to be in the fresh air.
You made your way to one of the sun beds, lying down with your hoodie and sweats on since it could get chilly at night in Fiji and just stared at the sky.
So much was happening right now. You were stuck emotionally and mentally. There was no way you were going to forgive Caleb easily for what he did. You weren't even sure if you could. What he did was completely unforgivable.
But then why is your heart not closing him out completely?
Why is it that you still are allowing a tiny piece of him to stay within you?
You were starting to get a headache. You reached down to adjust your socks on your feet, and that's when you suddenly heard a voice that made you freeze.
"Can't sleep either?" you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. Immediately your body tensed and your guard went up. You didn't want to look up and come face to face with him. You couldn't trust yourself to do so considering your reaction could go two different ways.
Caleb knew you weren't going to speak right away, so he continued. "I can't sleep either." he mumbled, his hands digging into his pockets as a source of comfort.
"It's been hard to go to sleep the past couple of days." he said. Trying to find a way to get through the awkward silence. It was still quiet, and just when he was about to speak again, you finally spoke.
"I'm not sure why when you have Jaiden in your bed next to you." you said coldly, still not looking at him.
"I deserve that..." he said, and you continued to look anywhere but him.
"But Jaiden isn't you." he whispered. It was low, but you still heard it. You finally gathered the courage to look at him. Your face is neither happy nor upset, but stoic.
"Don't, Caleb." was all you answered. You didn't want to do this right now. So, you got up from the sun bed and began to walk away.
"Why didn't you read the letter Y/n?" he asked. His voice was slightly raised so he could make sure that you heard him. You paused in your steps, your eyes staring at the stairs that led to the rooms. You could hear him getting closer. So close, that you could feel his body heat directly behind you. Almost touching you.
"Why didn't you read the letter?" he asked again, only this time he let his emotions show as the pain in his voice became apparent. If he wanted to talk, fine, but you were going to have this conversation the way you wanted to have it.
"Because I'm not ready to read it yet." You said, finally looking at him in the eyes after what felt like months. Caleb was basically starved at not being able to see you or even talk to you. And although this was not how he wanted this conversation to go, he was desperate to have any kind of conversation with you even if it meant you would speak to him out of anger.
"I don't want to read it right now. Because I'm not ready to forgive you." you told him word for word. And although it hurt him so much, he knew that this was only a partial treatment that he deserved. He deserved worse treatment from you.
"What can I do to make you forgive me?" he asked pleadingly, his eyes trying to find yours again as you head flicked your head down due to your emotions starting to get the best of you.
"I don't want us to end like this Y/n. I don't want us to end at all." his voice slightly breaking just at the thought. "You should've thought of that before you brought her in here." you whispered back to him, your eyes still staring at your feet.
"You think I don't fucking know that!" he said, his emotions now getting the best of him as he laid it all out on the table.
"I know I fucked up Y/n. I fucked up so fucking bad, and I'm a moron. It shouldn't have taken me bringing her to realize that at the end that I still want to be with you." His voice finally broke, and when you finally looked up, you saw how much this truly affected him.
The disheveled hair, the bags under his eyes, but most importantly, the tears that began to fall. Caleb was crying. And he was crying in front of you, begging you for your forgiveness.
"Please don't do this right now Caleb." you begged, your voice becoming heavy, as you knew you were going to start crying as well.
"I don't know what else to do Y/n." his voice breaking down as he tried to maintain what was left of his composure.
"I can't let you go. I don't want to let you go. I know I fucked up, and I want to prove to you that I will do anything to earn your forgiveness." He explained as the tears continued to stream past his cheeks. You couldn't take it anymore, your own tears starting to shed.
"I can't do this right now Caleb please." You cried softly, your hands moving up to hide your face. As you turned to walk away, you suddenly felt him turn you back around gently. Caleb couldn't let you leave, not now, not when you were finally telling him how you felt.
"Y/n please, tell me what I can do. Tell me that this is fixable." He cried. Your own sobs mixing with his as that was all you could do. Just cry and cry and cry. "Please Y/n.." he begged, his knees hitting the floor and his arms wrapping around your waist to where he was not at eye level with you.
"Please let me fix this. Please tell me that one day you can forgive me." his hands squeeze your waist as he cried into your stomach. You place your hands on his shoulders, and gently push him away. He stares up at you, seeing the pain in your eyes that was all because of his doing.
"I don't know Caleb." was all you said as you continued to sob.
"I don't know if we can fix this." you finally stated. You slowly pull away from him, and Caleb wants more than anything to pull you back to him, to keep you in his arms forever. He watched as you turned around and walked away, your sobs still heard as you walked up the stairs.
All Caleb could do in that moment was still let his emotions out and cry right there on the floor where you left him.
*Two days later*
Since that night, Caleb has kept his distance from you.
You started to wonder if he was finally going to give up. If he was not going to try and talk to you again. The night after when you woke up, the girls could see how puffy your eyes were, and how exhausted you looked. They had pulled you in the dressing room where you explained what happened.
They understood where you were coming from, but they also acknowledged the fact that Caleb was doing everything in his power to get you back. It only made you more confused. Why your heart couldn't close him out one hundred percent, you weren't sure why.
When you had gone on with the day you didn't even see Caleb at all. He was nowhere in sight. And you weren't lying if you said that didn't make you worry.
Bryce could see your expression as you continued to try and discreetly look for him.
"He's in the speak easy...he's been in there since last night." he told you quietly as he sat with Trinity. You couldn't help but ask,
"Is he okay?" you looked at Bryce who gave you a solemn expression.
"He just needs to be alone right now Y/n. Its the least we can all do."
And flash forward to today and here you were. Still no Caleb in sight. You were starting to become worried, but you wouldn't let this sway you. You still felt the way you felt.
As you were getting ready, you noticed a folded paper on your mirror. You pulled it out of the mirror, your eyes looking around to see if anyone noticed. They didn't.
You opened up the note, recognizing the familiar hand writing.
'I remember when I first saw you, you literally took my breath away. You were so beautiful and I was so excited to get to know you.
I'm not giving up on you.
-C'
Your eyes read the note over and over. The sudden irregular pattern in your heart beat started to palpitate. Your hands closed the note, but only this time, you didn't throw it away. And Trinity immediately noticed that as she stood from the other end of the table, her eyes looking back at Bryce through the crack of the door and giving him a nod.
Bryce signaled back and made his way downstairs, finding Caleb's eyes and giving him a thumbs up.
'There's hope...'
*Couple days later*
Each day, you had gotten several notes from him throughout the entire day. A note in your breakfast plate,
'I remember the day when we had our first kiss, I was so nervous and you could tell. You let out this cute giggle, and since then I have wanted to make you do that everyday'
A note on your mirror.
'Everyday I can't help but look at you and tell myself how beautiful you are. I was so fucking happy when we were coupled up it was the best day of my life.'
A note on the sun bed.
'I remember making you laugh about a childhood memory that I told you about. Since then, I have only wanted to hear your laugh and be the reason for it.'
A note on the dock.
'This is where you told me off, and I was so scared but so proud of you for speaking up. You made me realize in that moment that you were the one person I did not want to lose.'
And then a note on your bed.
'Not to sound creepy, but when you fall asleep, I love staring at you. The way you looked so peaceful, and most importantly, the way you made me feel safe as I got to hold you in my arms made me fall for you even harder.'
You were so confused. You didn't know what to do at this point. While part of your heart was still closed off with Caleb, that tiny part in your heart started to grow.
He was starting to break you down. And the scary thing about it? You weren't upset about it. But that's what made you upset.
Why couldn't you close him out completely? After what he did, why couldn't you just turn the page? How is it that he was finding a way back to your heart?
You needed to talk to someone, and of course you knew just exactly who to pull.
"Help me Trinity." you begged as you both sat in 'Soul ties'.
"I don't know what to do. I'm so confused about what to feel right now about Caleb. And the gestures he continues to do are not helping me have clarity. Please help me." you begged once again, your eyes pleading with her out of frustration.
"What is your head telling you Y/n?" she asked you.
"To not forgive him for what he did." you replied automatically.
"Okay, now what is your heart telling you?" and you paused, you had to be honest with yourself as you reflected.
"My heart is allowing him to come back.....and I don't know why I'm letting it happen." you told her as the frustration in your voice became prevalent.
"Let's be real together Y/n, Caleb fucked up big time for what he did by bringing Jaiden in here. We can all agree with that. But we can also agree on the fact that he is taking accountability for his actions and showing you how sorry he is, right?" you nodded your head in response to her question.
"So, if your heart was completely closed off, then you wouldn't even be entertaining these gestures that he doing and would have shut it down and not let it happen again. But you haven't done that at all. Your heart is not one hundred percent closed off for a reason, and you know exactly why that is Y/n." You stared at her as she spoke to you. It was hitting you now that you finally understood what you meant.
"I....." you started, but you had to pause and take a breath.
"I..love him." you finally whispered out, too afraid to say it out loud cause then it would only solidify what you meant.
"I know you do, but you know that love is all about taking risks and testing the boundaries to see if it can truly be understood between two people. Your connection with Caleb was tested greatly, and if him bringing Jaiden in didn't hurt you at all, then it means you never had those feelings for him in the first place." she explained to you. It made sense with what she said. It was starting to hit you, you loved Caleb.
You loved Caleb.
"Fuck." you muttered, your heart heavy. "I really do love him." you admitted to her, her words sinking in.
"And Y/n," she said as she grabbed a hold of your hand and looked at you.
"We have no fucking doubt that he loves you too." she finished.
*Later that night*
You had looked yourself in the mirror, making sure to check for any imperfections. You were getting ready for the night with the girls. Just like any other night.
As you double checked your appearance, you walked away from the mirror and turned to see Trinity grinning at you.
"You look so beautiful." she complimented you. You smiled and thanked her while doing the same.
"Will you walk with me to go down there?" she asked you. You nodded your head, and you both walked out of the room.
"Is it okay if we go by the dock really quick? Bryce is there and I need to check something with him real quick." she explained to you. You agreed and let her take the lead. When you got there, it became apparent that Bryce was not there.
"I don't see him." you told her, your face scrunched up in confusion.
"What's that?" the gate to the dock was open, and out of curiosity, you couldn't help but walk with her to go see what was happening. When you got to the gate, your eyes suddenly go wide at the sight in front of you.
There were candles everywhere, and with the trail it led you to see a table that was surrounded by more candles and flowers with the beach serving as the background. Then your eyes landed on the figure that stood next to it, Caleb.
You turned around to look at Trinity who only gave you a mischievous smile. You tried to walk your way back up the steps, but she wouldn't let you.
"Turn your ass around, and go to him. I'm not letting my hard work go to waste." was all she said and walked away before closing the gate on you. You were in shock. You couldn't believe she tricked you, and you couldn't believe how gullible you were.
You turned back to look at him. He was dressed in his best pair of jeans, cowboy boots, and a black button up. But most of all, you could see the hope in his eyes, the nervousness and fear of possible rejection. You could just simply walk back up and enter the dock, but you didn't. You just stood there and stared.
Suddenly, he was right in front of you. A shy expression on his face.
"Hi.." he whispered.
"Hi.." you whispered back. Still unsure of whether to listen to your flight or fight mode.
"What is all of this?" you asked him, eyes still scanning the set up. You would be lying if you said this was ugly. But it was absolutely breathtaking.
"I remember you said that you always wanted a dinner date on the beach." he said. Your eyes cut to his, he remembered.
"You remembered that?" you asked him softly.
"I remember everything you tell me." he responded. He held his hand out for you to take.
"Will you please accompany me tonight?" he asked gently, his eyes silently begging for you to say yes. You hesitated, you wanted to run. But then you remembered what Trinity told you. To listen to your heart. So, you placed your hand in his.
"Okay." you answered him. Caleb couldn't help but smile at you, that handsome smile that made you fall for him in an instant.
He kept the date going smoothly, asking you questions he had already asked when you first met. It was a reset. A new start. And you were grateful that he chose to go this route because it would have been awkward to try and discuss events that happened after that night of the recoupling.
You had missed the way he made you laugh, the way he could keep a conversation going about anything and everything. How he would listen to you so intensely to hold onto every word that you spoke.
It was just like the beginning when you first met, and you didn't realize how much you missed this. How much you missed him. You watch as Caleb gets up from his chair and makes his way around, standing in front of you which makes you lean your head back to look up at him.
"Walk with me please?" he asked as he gestured for your hand. You let him take it, and you get up from your chair. He takes you away from the table and leads you towards the beach. He doesn't make you walk too far considering the heels you had on.
He stopped to where you had a perfect view of the ocean. His body directly behind yours as you both just stood in silence and watched the waves gently wash upon the shore.
"It's so peaceful here." you whispered aloud. Not directly talking to him, but you didn't mind if he responded back as if you did. He stayed silent, still letting you talk.
"I wish I could see this more everyday." a gust of wind slightly shook your body and caused you to shiver. He took that as a chance to move closer to you. His body heats you up, his chest to your back. But he didn't do anything else.
"Y/n.." he whispered, his voice soft, almost too quiet to hear. You turn to look at him. "Yes?" you asked him gently. You watched him take a deep breath, and pull something out of his back pocket. You recognized it instantly. It was the envelope he left you that he had yet to open.
"I have something I need to tell you, if that's okay with you?" he asked nervously, his fingers messing with the corners of the envelope. You nodded, afraid to speak at this moment.
You watched as he nervously opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. His hands were slightly shaking and you gave him a small smile of encouragement. He took a deep breath to compose himself, and then started to speak.
"I would be lying if I said that I am not afraid of leaving the villa without you. But the truth is, I'm terrified that this is the only time I will get with you and therefore, I want to be completely honest with you.
I fucked up big time that day at the recoupling. I thought I was making a choice that was sensible, but looking back, I realized how fucking stupid I was." he paused, his eye nervously glancing at you, afraid of your reaction, but you gestured to him to continue.
"That day was one of the worst days that in the end was my fault, because I ended up hurting you deeply. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness whatsoever. But I hope that my efforts and actions since then have proven to you that I am truly sorry for what I did.
I don't expect you to forgive me right away, or whatsoever if that is how you truly feel. But I can't leave this villa without telling you how you make me feel.
Y/n, I have never felt this way before. The way you make my heart beat irregularly just from staring at me, the way you make me smile just from being yourself, to the way you make me feel so safe to be around you.
Everyday that I have spent with you has been a privilege that I will never take for granted. I know I can be a complete idiot at times, and I hope that whenever that happens again that you beat my ass to knock some sense into me." you couldn't help but let out a chuckle which Caleb smiled in response.
"But the one thing I hope for is to never lose you. I came into the villa to find my person, and I know and believe one hundred percent that you are my person. I will do everything in power to prove to you everyday that you are my person. Because at the end of the day, I have grown to love you so very much Y/n. And I don't want to love anyone else but you." Your breath hitched as you listened to those words. He loved you. Caleb loves you. And you love him.
"So, please know that this is my promise to you, and I will dedicate myself to showing you that I truly love you everyday until you can say those words back." he finished reading the letter. Caleb was so nervous. This was it, either you would reject him completely or possibly give him that chance he so badly wanted.
"You love me?" you asked him, your eyes looking at his to make sure that you could tell that he meant it. You need to know.
"I do." he told you, stepping closer to you to where his chest was now touching yours.
"I need to hear you say it." you said quietly. You needed this affirmation otherwise you couldn't get yourself to truly accept it. His hand reached up to touch your cheek. He stared deep into your eyes and you could see the love. He did love you.
"I love you." He stated proudly. "I love you so much." he proclaimed.
"Caleb," you whispered as your heart continued to beat abnormally fast.
"I love you too." you told him. You watched as his eyes widened in response to your words. He couldn't believe them.
"You do?" he asked, the slight insecurity coming to light. Your hand grabbed onto his wrist that was still held to your cheek.
"I love you Caleb." you affirmed boldly.
And then suddenly you felt the impact of his lips slamming onto yours. You responded in the same manner. Both of you wrapping your arms around each other as you kissed.
This was never how you though you meet the love of your life. Not on a damn reality show. But here you both are. It only goes to show you that love can be formed in different ways, and while your story with Caleb was tested heavily, you were both able to overcome it and find each other again.
Because that's what you do when you truly love someone.
THE END
A/N: The final part is here guys. Even though this was a mini series, I am so proud of it. I would not have been able to get this done without you guys. And yes, some of you may be mad that they got back together, but as I said, this was going to happen, and I absolutely could not let it end badly. This was something the majority of us needed. Feedback, feedback, feedback!
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