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February 18 - February 18, 2025
He’s yours now, Nate. You can beat him, fuck him, kill him and be done with it if it’s gonna make you feel better.
“Who’s the new boy?” “Don’t.” “Is he yours?” she asks. “Because if not, I—”
“Did I give you this?” he asks, still thumbing that same spot on my jaw. I nod once, and a hint of a smirk touches his lips. He likes that.
Leaning back a little more, I twist in my seat and widen my legs. Come here. I don’t say it out loud, but his feet still move toward me like he heard the command. Slowly, he walks over until he’s standing between my open thighs, fingers twitching restlessly at his sides.
My GOD this can't be real 🥵
I'm going to die
“Trust me, baby boy. This won’t take long.”
If I find out he’s been sneaking out of my house to fuck someone else, I’m gonna choke him until he pukes.
“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” I whisper, possessively grazing my thumb over the hickey beneath his ear. “You look like mine.” “Don’t,” he pleads, and I cock my head, watching him look up at me with sad eyes and a fragile heart. “Don’t make me fall for you.”
“Don’t ever let me catch you with someone else.”
glancing at the blood covering the ring I’m wearing on my little finger. It’s Xavi’s, and his hands are tiny, so that’s the only finger I can fit it on.
I press my lips to Xavi’s neck, catching his head in my hand when it almost falls off my shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”
This is going to destroy me fucks sake
“I’m not his bitch,” I lie,
I let my hands fall off his body, then step aside, tilting my head at the door to give him permission. He blinks, ducking his face to hide his expression as he walks out of the room. “Well, shit.” “Shut up, Carter,” I mutter, gripping the t-shirt around my neck while I watch my boy go.
LOSING. MY. MIND
I licked it so it’s mine. Smiling a little, I toss the picture back into the box and gently set the lid on top. “Too bad, little sister,” I whisper. “He’s mine now.”
“You really gonna let him wear that?” “He can wear what he wants.” I run the backs of my fingers over Xavi’s waist chain, looking at him again. “No one’s gonna get near him.”
“If you even try to make me jealous tonight, I’ll fuck you so hard and for so long, you’ll never want dick again by the time I’m done with you.” “I’m not gonna try to make you jealous.” His arms come around my neck, his breath tickling my jaw. “I’m not trying to make you mad, Nate. I just wanted to look good for you.” My groan slips free, and I grab his hips, rubbing myself on him to show him how hard he’s making me. “You look so good, baby,” I rasp, cupping his face to study the eyeliner he’s wearing. “So pretty.”
“I’m not a bitch.” “Those hickeys on your neck say bitch,” he taunts me, repeating the exact same words Easton said to me yesterday. “My bitch.”
“I want to mean something to you,” I admit. “Anything. I want you to remember me after you decide you’re done with me and kick me out of your life for good. I wanna ruin you so bad that it’s me you’ll think about every time you’re fucking the person you really wanna be with.”
“I don’t have a praise kink.” “You’ve got a degradation kink too,” he adds, and I pull my head back, scrunching my nose. “I do not.” “If you say so,” he mutters, moving back up to his knees and slowly stroking his own cock. “Be a good little whore and show me what’s mine.”
He looks so much bigger on top of me like this, blanketing my small form with his huge one, his rough hands sliding over my sides, his forehead touching my chest as he flicks my piercings with his tongue.
My god this was literally written for me
I didn’t realize I was gay until the first time you touched me.”
“Baby, he’s balls deep in love with you and he hates you for it. That’s why he’s treating you like shit. That’s probably why he’s always treated you like shit.”
“Jesus Christ. I love you, okay?” I damn near shout, pushing him down on his back and crawling on top of him. “I hate myself for it but I fucking love you.” “That’s sweet.”
“Baby, let me kiss you.” Xavi nods without hesitation, and I press my lips to his, threading my hands through his hair while the flashes from the cameras surround us on all sides.
“You still want it rough?” he asks, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue. “No,” I breathe out. “Fuck me like you love me.”
