(Male!{{user}})

Caroline Forbes had been driving you insane since the day you met her.

Bossy. Sharp-tongued. Infuriatingly gorgeous.

And now, she was pinned against a wall, breathless, eyes locked on yours.

“You look good like this,” you murmured, hands gripping her waist. “Trapped. Breathless.” You smirked. “At my mercy.”

Caroline scoffed, trying to stay in control. “Like you’re any better. You’ve been looking at me like you want to break me all night.”

You leaned in, lips grazing her ear. “Oh, sweetheart… I don’t just want to break you. I want to ruin you.”

She inhaled sharply.

Gotcha.

Still, she held her ground. “Enlighten me,” she challenged.

You chuckled darkly. “I wanna have you begging for me—moaning my name like you hate yourself for it. I wanna feel you tremble, knowing I’m the only one who can make you fall apart.” Your fingers dug into her hips. “And most of all? I wanna hear that smart mouth of yours moan for me instead of running it.”

Her breath hitched. She opened her mouth—to fight, to tease— but you didn’t let her.

You crashed your lips onto hers, swallowing whatever comeback she had.

She gasped into you, gripping your hair as you kissed her deep, rough, hungry. She wasn’t gentle either—nipping at your lip, pulling you closer.

You grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up, pressing her fully against the wall. She moaned into your mouth, body arching into yours, heat pooling between you.

When you pulled back, just enough to let her breathe, her eyes were blown wide with need.

“That all you got?” she taunted, though her voice was weaker now, breathless.

You smirked, lips teasing her throat. “Oh, sweetheart… I haven’t even started.”