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you thought the worst part about cheating on your boyfriend with his best friend was getting caught. if only you knew. don’t cheat, or this ↓ could be you.
content. ( 18+ MDNI ) cheating, toxic relationships all around, mentions of pregnancy, jealousy ‘nd sexual content.
your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend, she be calling me telling me about youuu ꒱ — 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . . . 𝄢
“After this, you better-- augh.” Your words get cut off by a moan, throwing your head back against the wall. You hate that you can’t get your point across ‘cause every time you try to open your mouth and say something, barely any words make it out. If it isn’t a moan cutting you off, it’s James’s mouth. “Y-You better leave,” you finally get out. James wastes no time dipping his head down to capture your lips once more, not giving a fuck about replying; his tongue pushes into your mouth. He holds the side of your face like always, dominating the kiss.
He’s not even using his fingers or his dick to get this reaction out of you, which somehow makes it more hilarious. He’s using the shower head between your legs while his other hand pinches your nipples, the same ones you specifically told him were off-limits since he’d already sucked on the piercing there so many times they were sore.
When James had first put the shower head between your legs, he said, “It’s called a showerHEAD for a reason.” That alone already had you sucking in a breath, letting him stay a little longer. But after the shower, you had told him he was out. He only resorted to the shower head after you told him you’ve done enough rounds and that everyone is still worried, looking for him.
There’s no time to waste. Especially after letting him come inside you more times than you can count, which only adds to your stress. The second you get dressed, you need to stop by a pharmacy. ‘Nd he needs to tell someone he’s at least alive.
Your tongues collide and caress one another, ‘nd God help you, it’s hard not to be a moaning mess. The makeout lasts for another few minutes with the shower head between your legs. Your whole body feels so good that you start getting too carried away when he sucks on your pink tongue. You grab the hand holding the shower head, guiding it lower by pushing against his hand. The second the water hits a certain gummy spot, your whole body immediately jerks.
You pull away from the kiss so fast a small mcht slips between your mouths, a string of saliva stretching from your bottom lip to his. Holy fuckin’ shit. He definitely knows how to kiss someone, that’s for sure.
James nudges his nose against yours, chuckling at the way your small moans don’t stop ‘cause of what’s still between your legs. He moves the hand that was cradling your face down to cup your breast, his thumb gently circling your piercings. Since they’re sore, the light touches feel so much better than the pinches and tugs, only pulling more pretty sounds from you.
“Yeah?” he laughs. “Does it really feel that good?” You nod frantically at his question, not trusting your voice one bit. He decides he wants you louder and reaches over to change the shower head’s setting to four.
“Oh my... oh my...” You can definitely tell this is one of the highest settings. James already found the spot that makes you jerk in his hold, and now that’s all he aims for. “Which one do you prefer? My dick or this?” He’s taking full advantage of how lost you are in the pleasure. You guys have been at it all morning, leaving you more sensitive than you’ve ever been before. But it just feels so good. It’s addictive.
You moan when he pulls the shower head away for a second, only to bring it right back. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Even through the pleasurable fog clouding your mind, a smirk tickles your lips. “I prefer my boyfriend,” you say, just to fuck with him. It’s a joke, but he seems to take it seriously. He immediately pulls away from you, even putting the shower head back on its holder. Did that really kill his mood? No way. The pleasure that had been building fades so quickly, you’re almost annoyed. Whatever. You’ve been satisfied all morning, so a little break wouldn’t be bad. “Wha-- I was just joking.”
“Jokes are supposed to be funny,” he snaps. He turns away from you and goes back to showering normally, his back facing you as the water rolls down his butt cheeks.
Why is he so annoyed all of a sudden? You’ve been secretly seeing each other for months, throwing around jokes like that all the time, and now he decides he doesn’t find them funny? He was all into it a few minutes ago. Is this some sort of post-nut clarity or whatever the fuck people call it? Ugh. Men. “I’m confused?”
“We’re showering together, and you bring him up?” He turns away from the water to face you. Why does he look so mad? “How would you react if you were sucking my dick and I said I preferred someone else?”
“I wouldn’t give a shit because we aren’t together. It was a joke, and he’s my boyfriend. Are you stupid?”
“Calling me stupid after he called you stupid? Projection doesn’t look good on you, baby.” He turns back toward the water again. “‘He’s my boyfriend,’” he mimics in a higher, mocking voice before dropping back to his normal tone. “That’s really cute, considering his best friend’s been balls-deep inside you since last night. Oh, but if I joke about it, I’m the one in the wrong.” What’s with the sudden switch? Is he okay? What the hell happened? Did your joke really piss him off that much?
“You’re not an angel either. It takes two people to sleep together. You’ve known him longer than even I have--”
“So that just cancels you out? I’ve known him longer, so me fuckin’ his girl is somehow worse than his girl fuckin’ on me? Is that what you’re saying?” He grimaces at the way he’s referring to you as his girl, but that’s exactly what you are. Doesn’t mean he has to like it.
“I’m just saying it’s bad on both parts.” You know what you’re doing is wrong. “We’re both in the wrong. We’ve joked like this many times. I’m just confused as to why it suddenly bothers you now.” This whole thing only started because you weren’t satisfied in your relationship. You also know James has told you many times to just leave him, but you can’t. You love him. James does things with you, and you guys have fun, but he’ll never actually date you because of his best friend. Which is crazy considering everything you two have already done and continue to do, but being physical with someone and being in a relationship with them are two completely different things. Lust and love. You love your boyfriend, but you feel this insane pull toward James. This whole thing is fucked up, and knowing that makes you feel like shit.
You’re not a good person, far from it. But what you’re trying to say is that you’re both in the wrong. You both knew that, and you both still know it. The sudden switch-up from him is what confuses you.
“Yeah, sorry. Let me just keep pushing my dick inside you and let you use me however you want, and never complain about it because it sure as hell doesn’t make anyone feel used and like shit. My bad.” He grabs the shower curtain and rips it open, stepping out.
James left three hours ago. After he got out of the shower, you started washing your hair and body, rolling your eyes when you noticed the shower head was still on the settings James had been using earlier. When you got out, he and his clothes were nowhere to be found. You did tell him that after the shower, he had to leave. Everyone was still looking for him.
You got dressed, did your hair and makeup to distract yourself, trying to look and feel cute before grabbing your keys and leaving too. You head toward the pharmacy for Plan B and new condoms because the ones you had in your drawer ran out. You’d rather die than be pregnant, especially with everything you’re doing. Whose would it even be? Ah, shit. You’ve reached an all-time low now that you have to consider the possibility of getting pregnant and not even knowing who it would belong to.
“Welcome!” the worker by the doors greets you the second you enter. You would’ve replied with something if you didn’t feel like shit. It’s like James’s words from earlier suddenly snap you back to reality. This whole thing is fun when he doesn’t talk about the consequences of your own actions. You go over and buy your Plan B. You know it’s normal to want to be extra cautious, but the looks you get are so odd. Why do they care if you like dick? It’s your body! It’s so annoying when people don’t worry about themselves.
You also grab some extra condoms. You feel eyes on you, so when you look up, you see the lady who gave you the pill narrowing her eyes at the box you’re holding before silently shaking her head and looking away. Oh, shit. This looks bad, doesn’t it? You awkwardly put the condoms back. These would actually prevent you from having to come back for the pill. But you still don’t get them, especially since James’s words already made you start to feel like shit. Yes, start. Because you were so overshadowed by the euphoria of having fun with James that a reality check was never even on your radar with him. Anyway, you’ll just come back another time for those.
You end up buying a water bottle and some of your favorite snacks before paying and leaving. You don’t want to wait until you get home to take the pill. You need this in your system now.
However, as soon as you step out, you feel like you’re about to choke on your own saliva. Part of you almost wishes you would, just so you could die right now and not have to experience the next few minutes. James and your boyfriend, along with both of their moms, are heading toward the pharmacy. Your boyfriend notices you first and immediately gets excited when he sees you, pointing at who’s next to him. “Baby, look who we found.” Another reason why James called you “baby” earlier is that your boyfriend always calls you the same thing. He does it to mock both him and you at the same time.
Why the hell are they here right now?
“Oh my, hello, beautiful. How are you? I haven’t seen you in months.” Your boyfriend’s mom pulls you into a hug, and you hug her back. But with the way your heart is beating, you wouldn’t be surprised if she could feel it.
“I’ve been good, um-- was worried, but I’m happy you guys found him.” You look at everyone except James. He’s staring at you, but that’s not why you’re avoiding his eyes. The fucker is smiling. He’s smiling at how nervous and spooked out you look, especially because he knows that one look inside that bag and the questions will start overflowing. Your boyfriend is his best friend, and obviously, he went to him for advice when his cute little girlfriend suddenly stopped having sex with him.
‘Do you think she’s finding it somewhere else?’ his best friend had stressed. James felt like shit because that’s exactly what’s happening. He just didn’t know the enemy was closer than he thought. ‘Don’t say dumb stuff like that,’ James had replied. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel like an asshole. He told you that day to break up with him. You asked him why you would break up with someone you love for someone you like. He left, but the stupid and annoying part of him ran back a few days later when you called after getting into another fight and needed some stress relief.
You don’t choose who you care about, because if James had a choice, he wouldn’t give two shits about you. What an evil human being. He should leave you alone. He knows that. But he can’t. He’s just as bad for wanting you this badly. Though he also knows you love his best friend. He doesn’t like the fact that he’s the only one caught in the middle.
That’s why he asks what he does.
“What?” you ask, your eyes widening. Did you hear him correctly?
“I asked, what do you have in the bag?” James repeats. What the fuck is he doing? Does he want to ruin your life? What the fuck? He knows what you have in the bag. You told him you were going to get a fucking Plan B! Your boyfriend would know immediately what’s going on if he saw what’s inside and put two and two together. He’s not that dumb.
“Why does it matter?” Your grip on the bag tightens.
He puts his hands up in surrender, but you know it’s mocking. “I just want to see if you have snacks for me.”
“That’s fine, we’ll just go inside and get you something, dear.” Your boyfriend’s mom puts a hand on James’s shoulder so they can start moving inside, but the guy doesn’t even budge. “Nah, I want to see what she got.” He pulls his hand away. Is he trying to humiliate you? In front of their moms? Is he serious? Is he really still mad about your joke?
“It’s just water and gum.”
“Then let me see.”
“Why do you care?”
“Jesus Christ!” Your boyfriend snatches the bag from your hold, and since you don’t realize he’s aiming for it, the bag is instantly in his hands. He looks inside, and almost instantly, his face crumples.
Plan B is the morning-after pill, and with that in your boyfriend’s mind, it means you must have done something with someone at the party. You two haven’t even done anything for months, so he knows damn well it isn’t him. Though the more he thinks about it, the more he feels like he’s about to explode. Who was the only other person gone when you were? Who went missing for hours? Why did James want to see what was in your bag so badly? Unless he knew. That’s when it clicks in your boyfriend’s mind. He was the one who wanted to come here. He was the one who said, “Really?” when your boyfriend checked your location and saw you were at the pharmacy attached to it. How else would he know whatever was in the bag was bad if he was supposedly missing for hours?
“Please, just please listen--” But your boyfriend throws the bag into James’s chest, using the force to push him back. You don’t know if James starts feeling the guilt eating away at him for doing this behind his back, ‘cause he doesn’t fight back. He just lets him push him until they’re a few feet away.
To your boyfriend, James, not fighting back only further proved that he was the one you were with. Oh, it hurt him to his core.
“You both are disgusting.”
He spits the words out, gesturing for his mom that he’s done with this shit and ready to go back home, or he’s going to blow this place up. James keeps his eyes on the floor while you look at him, waiting for him to say something. He’s like a rock all of a sudden. “Maybe you do deserve each other. Both whores.” He doesn’t care if both their moms gasp. The poor women are so confused by everything happening; their questions are nothing but background noise to the three of you. “We’re done. That goes for both of you.”
