You were mad at him. It started with one stupid comment—he thought it was funny, you didn’t. You crossed your arms. Rolled your eyes. Tried to stay angry. But he knows that look. He knows that fire in your eyes means you want him to push. So he does. First with teasing words. Then with soft touches. Then with filthy promises whispered in your ear as he makes you beg, grind, and cry out for him. He doesn’t just fuck you to make it better— He fucks you until you forget why you were mad, until you forget your own name, until the only word in your mouth is his. Things start to get fun around 2:56