sunny ☀️

Oscar has two sides. On one hand, he is the young Formula 1 talent, featuring in incredible track highlights, achieving strong race results, and winning over a multitude of fans. Always calm and unflappable, he has captured the attention of fellow drivers, teams, the press, and the public, especially after a stellar previous season where he nearly won the championship and drew all eyes to himself and his team.

that version of Oscar is patient and polite, offering small smiles and slightly awkward answers. He's a gem in every sense and arguably one of the gentlest, most likable personalities in the sport.

on the other hand, there's Oscar, your boyfriend of a few months. You met him by chance while working at your hometown bookstore, a quiet little place where everyone knows everyone. Yet, he stood out to you.

that Oscar is affectionate, demonstrative, and intense, at least from your perspective. But deep down, he's obsessive and possessive. He fell in love with the fact that you didn't know who he was; when he stood before you holding a book, you simply looked at him, smiled, and asked if there was anything else he needed.

the idea of ​​having this corner of the world where no one knows him, where he isn't overwhelmed, where you are perfect, and where he doesn't have to share you with the world is probably the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time.

and it’s not that he doesn’t want to be honest, or that he doesn’t want to let you know him fully, but the mere thought of other people knowing about you, seeing how beautiful you are, and recognizing all the qualities Oscar saw first... ignites something primal inside him, a fire burning, eating him alive, making him angry.

he doesn’t want people looking at you, talking to you, or touching you. He wants your attention focused on him, not on the wag's, not on his rivals, and not on the team staff.

it might be toxic or unfair, but he’s too happy in his bubble to worry much about the consequences of keeping things hidden. Until someone ruins it all.

a new customer.

someone who wanders into your bookstore by chance, spots a photo of you and Oscar on your phone case, immediately recognizes him as the formula 1 driver, and gets excited. He asks you a thousand questions, only to be left confused when he realizes you have no idea what he’s talking about.

what is formula 1? is that what Osc does for a living?why does that stranger know about it while you don’t?

the uncertainty grows in you, so you decide to ask the source, the person you trust most, taking the opportunity when he comes to visit, all while having to endure the anxiety in the days leading up to it.

you see the shock on his face when you ask; it confirms your suspicions, breaks your heart, and makes you feel deceived, shut out of something so significant in your boyfriend's life. You feel like a fool, naive, and he sees it in your eyes. He immediately panics, apologizing a thousand times, realizing that nothing seems to help.

suddenly, his plan fell apart, the worlds collided, and the mere thought of losing you became unbearable, impossible to accept. He would die if you left him, if you walked away from his side. He might lose his mind, do things he would regret.

that’s why he started talking, managing to make you listen, telling lies in the name of love, making up excuses with every passing second, citing dangers, worries, and things that sounded realistic even though they weren't, all while watching your expression shift from pain to concern.

he just had to convince you that both your lives were in danger, that he couldn't expose you to anyone. It didn't matter if he had to lie or make you feel guilty; so he kept talking and fabricating stories, watching as you felt worse and worse.

he convinced you that your life was in danger, forcing you to stay in your apartment; he did everything he could to make you believe him, to make you fear for your life so you’d stay put, seeing him as a hero, your hero. Not a liar. Not someone who had broken your heart.

your hero, the person who would always look after you, even if it meant hiding a significant part of his life from you.

you wouldn't leave his side; Oscar couldn't allow it, he couldn't live without you. Even if it meant trapping you there and putting a baby in your womb. He would do it; he would do anything to ensure you stayed by his side forever.

it’s the only option he sees as viable: keeping them from finding out about you, ensuring everyone’s attention remains fixed on the "perfect" aspects of his life.

he would use your trust to get inside your head, and then you’d be his forever, especially now that he’s come up with the baby idea. There’s no turning back.

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you heard it before you could even open your eyes. The gasps, the soft sighs, in the silence of the room you could hear the sounds coming from the bathroom. They made your eyes fly open as you tried to process what was happening, who was in there, and how you’d ended up in this situation, until your mind quickly pieced it all together.

you don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, or how long Will has been in your bathroom doing god knows what, but you don’t dare move or make a sound and risk getting caught. So, you stay put, staring at your wall while listening to him whimper, accompanied by a wet, almost sticky sound that blends with his sighs.

your mind begins to wander, and a flush of heat spreads through your body as you imagine what’s going on. The sounds are loud, so his hand is surely on his cock, masturbating... but why? did you do something without realizing it? did he see something he wasn't supposed to?

something inside you wonders if he’s thinking about you, and the mere thought makes you feel a thrill of excitement, though you’re reluctant to admit it at first, wanting to keep the idea that this is weird and terrifying, and that you shouldn't be happy about your best friend pleasuring himself in your bathroom while you’re supposed to be asleep. Yet, as your eyes wander around the room, you realize something is missing. Your bra, which you had tossed aside so innocently, is gone, and it suddenly clicks: he has it right now while he plays with his cock.

now you want to see him, to enjoy the sight, but you have to settle for listening to the beautiful sounds escaping his lips as your panties start to feel sticky and wet, clinging ever tighter to the skin of your pussy, which is growing slick just from thinking about your friend.

a hand drifts down to touch you over your clothes, but you only manage to rub your pussy for a moment before the sounds stop, sending you into a panic and making you feel ashamed. You pull your hand away in the blink of an eye and even pretend to be asleep when you hear the door open and close, signaling that he is now there with you.

a slight shift in movement causes the sheet to slip, and you feel cool air hit your wet pussy; yet, you remain motionless, trying not to betray that you’re awake as you hear him sigh deeply and settle in behind you on the bed, acting as if he weren't guilty of having pleasured himself in your bathroom just moments ago.

you feel his heat, his presence, his eyes burning into the back of your neck, and his thighs pressing far too close to yours. If you just shifted back a little, you could feel… No. You aren't going to move back. As much as you want to feel his cock against your ass, as much as you crave attention on your wet pussy, you aren't going to give yourself away.

anxiety courses through your veins, right alongside the arousal. You want to confront him, call him a pervert, and shame him, but something inside holds you back. It’s that almost dirty sensation that makes you crave him, that makes you see your best friend in a new light, makes your legs tremble, and gently moves your hips backward until your ass bumps against his crotch, rubbing far too close to where you need him most.

you have to stifle a moan when you hear him sigh; you keep pretending to be asleep as his hand grips your hip and he presses his body against yours from behind, letting you feel his full length, throbbing for you, rock-hard.

there’s a dark patch on your panties now; your clit is throbbing, your hole is clenching, and your hips move once more, feeling his cock, still covered, rubbing shamelessly, right against the crack of your ass.

that’s when you feel him lower his pants in a quick, practiced motion, with his cock pressing against one of your butt cheeks and sliding until it touches your panties, as if he’s testing the waters to see if you’re asleep. You can’t resist; you lift your leg just enough for him to slide his cock between your thighs, pressing it against your still-covered pussy while trapping it between your hot, squeezing legs.

his hand grips your hip tightly, trying to restrain himself, though you aren't making it easy for him. Everything explodes when you reach for the head of his cock peeking out between your legs; a playful touch makes him jump slightly and let out one of those beautiful sounds, heavy with your name.

what followed happened fast, almost in a haze of arousal. He flipped you over before you could fully grasp what was happening, pinning you beneath his body. You found yourself looking into eyes now burning with intense desire, while his hands started undressing you, revealing everything you have to offer.

and your lips meet in a wild, animalistic kiss, charged with emotions that had been building up and have just exploded, accompanied by gasps and sighs, as his hands grip your body. He then settles between your legs and places a hand on your pussy, revealing just how soaked you are, waiting for him to take you.

he teases you almost cruelly, making you feel so shy and small, until he lets you see him tucking your panties away among your things; it makes everything click into place in your mind, giving you the confidence to fire back, calling him a pervert as he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, aligning the tip of his cock with your hole.

he slides inside you while you insult him, wanting to complain, wanting to stay angry, yet finding it impossible as you feel him stretching you open so deliciously, expanding your walls and thrusting so deep that your eyes roll back in your head, your fingernails digging into his arms.

it is practically perfect, from the moment he slides in to the way he moves, thrusting fast and hard right from the start, giving you no time to catch your breath, relishing your moans and whimpers a little too much; sounds that only intensify as he drives into you, over and over, branding his name onto the body of the woman he has desired for far too long.

after so many mixed signals, after practically begging for your attention, for you to look at him instead of anyone else, he finally has you: looking at him with shining, tear-filled eyes, your legs trembling, your words laced with feigned hatred.

it was perfect. You are perfect.

He can’t let you go now. There is no turning back. You opened a door that can never be closed to the person most obsessed with you, someone capable of killing just because another person looked at you for too long.

you let him in, not just into your wet pussy, but into your heart and your life, and now you can’t get him out. Though i’m not entirely sure that’s what you want, as you whimper his name, taking every inch of his cock and swallowing it greedily.

he hammers away inside you until you break, until your folds burn, until your clit aches and your insides are stained white. And he won’t stop even then, so you’ll have to endure it when he starts moving again, playing with your lovely nipples to keep your eyes wide open.

this isn't going to end anytime soon.

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ever since Will opened you up to the world of doubt, so many things have been different for you. It felt as though your entire life had been wasted. You felt like a fool, thinking of everything you had missed out on by listening to your parents, trusting them when they spoke of sin, consequences, heaven, and hell, putting fear in your soul to keep you from exploring or experiencing life, all in the name of a God who was supposed to be kind and understanding.

at least, that is what one part of you thought; the other felt guilt and gross, replaying the scenes over and over, punishing yourself for the tingling in your pussy whenever you thought of Will. You had been easy, a whore, someone whose faith, beliefs, and teachings were shaken by a mere speech, risking your entry into heaven to succumb to pleasure, just as you had been warned a thousand times could happen.

you'd been reckless, irresponsible, impure. Your thoughts were now perverse and repugnant, and you tried to distance yourself from Will to stop this chain of events that seemed to be doing nothing but getting worse. Yet, you couldn't help yourself.

you see him at church, at the market, at the park, and in your dreams. Always wearing that beautiful smile, trying to talk to you even though you avoid him, stepping closer until he sees you run off, terrified of losing control the way you did before.

and he understands; believe me, he’s doing the best he can, but it drives him crazy not being able to talk to you or see you for longer. You’ve been on his mind all these days, showing up in his dreams and making him imagine scenarios, each one better than the last, thinking about how good your mouth feels around his cock, or the lovely sounds you made when you came in your bed. He didn't even have to touch you, for fucks sake, and now he’s supposed to give up on you?

fuck no.

he waits for you; he’s patient, i swear, but when desperation sets in, he resorts to measures he isn't proud of. Measures that could make everything worse, but that right now seem like his only option.

at the next mass, he sits at the back, searching for you with his eyes but failing to spot you. He sees your parents, and his own. He sees a lot of families, but not you. Not until a few minutes later, when you slip in, looking a bit disheveled and rushed, trying to be quiet as you take a seat at the back right next to him. That was only because you hadn't seen him yet.

you noticed him when he moved closer, his leg brushing against yours; you jumped slightly, startled to find him right there, so close there was no escape.

there aren't many people in front of you, but there are enough to prevent you from speaking freely, forcing you to communicate through actions, trying to move away from him until the bench wouldn't let you move any further.

he rests his hand on your thigh, lifting the fabric of your dress and sliding his hand up toward your pussy; you tense up and look at him, eyes wide, placing your hand over his, right there on top of the cloth, as a warning.

Will doesn't intend to force you, but he wants to show you that having fun isn't illegal, that you won't be struck by lightning for doing something you were taught was wrong. He wants to open your eyes to all the possibilities, to get inside your mind and make you see what he sees, until he corrupts you and pulls you out of your bubble.

you put up a bit of resistance, but as he caresses your skin, the distraction works; you end up giving in, parting your legs just a little and letting go of his hand, feeling both ashamed and intrigued.

his hand moves up to your panties, his fingers tracing the fabric and rubbing against your folds; he notices you getting wet, a dark patch forming on your underwear that feels sticky beneath his touch. You want to moan but can't, not here, so you bite your lip hard, trying to stare straight ahead like him and pretend nothing is happening.

meanwhile, the priest's words go in one ear and out the other; you don't understand a thing, hearing only babble as Will pushes your panties aside, exposing your pussy to him right there on the church bench, in front of the eyes of God, the saints, and the very people who raised you and taught you how wrong this is.

a part of you wants to stop, to close your legs and never see him again, but another part can’t resist, feeling his direct touch on your skin as his fingers move between your soaked folds, grazing your clit and then your hole, which throbs in anticipation of something you refuse to admit you want.

it’s shameful, scandalous, yet you let him continue, spreading your juices and lubricating your entrance while he gazes straight ahead, unbothered.

damn him.

you think that’s all he’ll do, just tease you, but then you feel him slide a finger into your tight pussy, wringing a soft whimper from you that you can barely stifle. Your cheeks burn and your fists clench. In the background, the word of the Lord is being recited, words you know by heart, yet can’t recall right now because something is stretching your walls, opening you up in a way you’ve never felt before.

and you feel him sliding in and out, slowly at first, letting you adjust to the sensation, but then the movement grows faster, more intense, until he slides in a second finger.

he moves them deep inside, curving them against a highly sensitive spot, making you grip the seat in front of you, unable to contain the pleasure, as Will spreads your pussy, preparing you and showing you a whole new kind of pleasure.

his fingers are quick and skillful; soon he adds another, delighting in the way your eyes roll back and your walls squeeze around him so deliciously.

he even wonders what it will feel like when he finally slides his cock inside you, shattering you completely, turning you into the very embodiment of sin and surrender, ruining you for everyone, even God.

you feel like you’re at the gates of paradise, experiencing explosive sensations unlike anything you’ve ever known, with a tingling in your belly that grows increasingly intense, just like that day in your bed.

once again, you try to warn him, but the words won't come out, so you end up coming on his fingers, feeling sinful and perverted, yet also desired. The world didn't end just because someone fingered you in church, and realizing that... kind of messed with your head.

now you feel unstoppable, surging with adrenaline. You want to do it again, to take things further, to let him do whatever he wants to you. But you have to wait. At least for a couple of hours.

that doesn't stop the look of pride in Will's eyes, though.

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when Mack finds out what’s going on with Will, anyone would expect a meltdown, a storm, a chain of disasters that would ruin everything for everyone. That would be the normal reaction, even the one he might expect from himself.

but when he finds his best friend’s messages on your phone… something primal ignites inside of him. It’s possessive, obsessive. His first instinct isn’t to leave you or cut ties with Will, but rather… to compete, to show him who you belonged to first, whose name fell from your lips a thousand times, and who left his mark on your body when he claimed each and every one of your "firsts."

he doesn’t want to smash Will’s face and kick him out of his life; he wants to show him who makes you feel better, who knows you best, and who is the right man for you. And if that helps you remember it too, then it’s a win-win for him.

that’s why he doesn’t say it or mention it; he pretends everything is fine for a couple of days until he manages to coordinate everything. That's how we get to this day, the day that he spent playing with you from the moment you woke up, touching you to turn you on but stopping before taking it much further, watching as you gradually grew needier and clingier, pressing against his side in an attempt to get the attention he’d been using to tease you all day.

and Mack sends a message from your phone to the only person he cares about right now: "come to my house, please", knowing it would be irresistible, knowing Will would take the bait and believe you were finally giving in, falling for him, when in reality you’re beneath him right now, lying face down with your ass in the air, completely unaware of what your boyfriend is actually doing as he keeps rubbing his erection against your panties, driving you crazy with frustration.

“Mack, please,” you whimper, shifting your hips to feel him more intensely. He tosses your phone aside and places his hands on your body, grinding harder against you with teasing, hard thrusts. Your white panties darken from your juices, the fabric clinging to your skin and making a wet sound every time the head of his cock rubs against that dark, soaked patch.

the fabric turns transparent as your juices flow freely, revealing your folds and your lovely, throbbing hole, desperate and openly craving his cock inside you. Mack uses that moment to tear your pretty panties, ripping a hole in just the right spot. Your weak protest over your ruined underwear is cut short by a loud moan as he slides inside you, stealing your breath away.

his cock is perfect for you, and your pussy welcomes it like it’s coming home, hugging him tight as he immediately begins to move, a punishing rhythm, thrusting so hard inside you that all you can do is moan and cling to the sheets.

your walls expand, your juices run down your thighs, and incoherent sounds spill from your lips. You missed Mack and the way he knows your body so much that you instantly surrender to him; unsuspecting of his plan or what he knows, you let him take possession of your body just as he has a thousand times before, thrusting at his own pace, showing you no mercy.

your pussy burns deliciously, your throat aches, and your mind is clouded; you feel him moving in and out, over and over, until you feel it: the first smack against your ass, hard enough to leave a mark. It makes you scream, but he doesn't stop; he lands hit after hit until your skin is nearly purple, driving you to orgasm without ever ceasing his movement, prolonging the sensation and overstimulating you. Only then did he lean in to whisper in your ear, without looking at you, though you didn't notice that.

Mack stared at the door as he asked who makes you feel this good, who knows you best. Who is better.

and you stammered a reply, blurting out his name without a second thought, too focused on how good it felt to realize that on the other side, Will stood with his cock in hand, watching the scene with a clenched jaw, knowing this was another challenge and that his rival was now aware of the situation.

you were the only one who didn't know, letting yourself be used without a second thought.

like the pretty little doll belonging to them both.

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you should have known it was a mistake the moment you stepped into his home, welcomed with open arms by a Will who feigned concern as he watched tears run down your cheeks and heard heart-wrenching sobs escape your lips.

instead of comforting his best friend, he was there opening the door for you, without a second thought, without asking too many questions. He simply opened the door, knowing you would come, then wrapped his arms around you and led you to the sofa.

for hours, he listened to you vent, explain the situation, and sob, with your heart shattered after a fierce argument with Mack that seemed to mark the end of a beautiful three-year relationship. And though he tried to pay attention, the truth was that his focus was on your swollen lips, your irritated eyes, your face flushed from the emotional strain, and your vulnerable, trembling figure held within his embrace.

it was the moment you fell silent, drained of strength, at your most vulnerable and broken, that you made your second mistake: lifting your head. You realized how dangerously close you were to each other, yet felt no urge to pull away. Your guard was down; your walls had crumbled. He seized the moment, caressing your cheek and feeling how wet and cold your skin was. He planted a kiss first on your cheek, then on the tip of your nose, and finally on your lips, making you believe his actions stemmed from compassion, being so kind and patient at first, drawing you straight into his trap.

once you kissed him back, there was no turning back; it was like giving him free rein to do whatever he wanted with you. He moved to kiss your neck, stripped off your shirt, and spent the rest of the night making you forget Macklin’s name. Moans escaped your lips as your mind clouded, and Will’s cock hammered inside your sweet pussy, marking you with his name and his essence until he completely broke you.

and even though a big part of you feels regret, guilt, and like the worst person in the world, another part can’t forget his kisses, the way he moves, the way he touches you as if you belonged to him, as if this were the right thing to do. You can’t forget his words, the bite marks he left on your skin, or the way he turned your tears of pain into tears of pleasure.

even when you and Mack start talking again weeks later, you can’t get Will, or what you two did out of your mind. Even though it hasn’t happened again, and you’ve tried to keep your distance, he keeps appearing in your dreams and haunting your thoughts. Little by little, your heart has become divided.

but your boyfriend can’t know; you can’t tell him that his best friend claimed his girlfriend the very night you two had broken up. It could be catastrophic, horrible. It could shatter more than just a beautiful friendship, and you couldn't be the cause of that. So, you try to pretend it never happened, pretend everything is fine, until it becomes impossible.

you start receiving messages, and you know exactly who they’re from. He’s blackmailing you, demanding you come over to his place to “talk,” leaving you no room to refuse because... well, he could always tell Macklin, and then the three of you could have a chat.

when you go there, it’s obvious there’s another intention, and Will doesn’t hesitate for a second to kiss you. And even though you want to resist, to hate him, to push him away and run, your brain shuts down and you can only kiss him back, feeling his hands under your shirt, touching your tits just like he did that day, leading you to the sofa where it all happened.

and even though you cry when he slides inside your pussy, you do nothing to stop him, feeling gross and small, yet also loved and desired.

his cock hits deep inside you, making you feel him everywhere as he thrusts, finding his rhythm, harder and harder, until your lovely moans fill the room, accompanied by the wet, sticky sound coming from your tight pussy. It closes around his cock, swallowing it whole and drenching it in your juices, which make a mess on the couch.

you can’t stop, not even when you’re on round two, grinding your hips and bouncing on his lap as if your boyfriend didn’t exist, shattering his trust and the relationship you built together while locking eyes with Will, seeing that spark, that passion, that addiction that makes you kiss him, tangling your tongues while his cock presses hard against your pussy, branding your body with his name all over again.

and even if you wanted to forget him after this, Will won’t let you. He knows how to blackmail you, how to use you. He’ll play that card until you stay by his side forever, even if it means enduring your guilt, your pain, and your inner conflict.

it’s all worth it when he can finally slide inside you, just the way he’s imagined hundreds of times.

now you’re his, whether you want to admit it or not, and he isn’t going to stop until he makes it official.

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Luke knows what he’s doing. From the moment you got up, he’s done everything he could to turn you into a hot mess.

you woke up feeling something warm and wet against your pussy, a familiar tingling sensation that drew an involuntary moan from your lips. When you opened your eyes, you saw what it was: your sweet boyfriend between your legs, his mouth devouring your folds, torturing your clit, and savoring your hole as if you were his last meal.

your hand moved to his hair, gripping his curls and trying to pull him closer; he responded with a soft laugh that sent vibrations through your body, forcing you to arch your back as the sensitivity overwhelmed you. You have no idea how long he’s been playing with you.

all you know is that you’re dripping, glistening with the juices running between your folds, creating a mess that he laps up, making an obscene, wet sound that only leaves you feeling more desperate.

you shift your hips, trying to find more friction, but just as that knot begins to form deep in your belly and you feel like you’re about to lose it, he pulls away, wiping his face and looking at your frustrated expression. You don’t even have the strength to complain; you just know it’s going to be a rough day for you, given that smile he has.

you should have braced yourself right then, but you didn’t; you fell for it again and again, letting him touch you, slide his fingers into your hole, press his cock against your pussy, and play with your tits in the kitchen. You let him use you and bring you to the edge, only to leave you hanging, aching, frustrated, and desperate.

eventually, you two are alone again, sitting in your living room watching a show, while you feel a constant heat radiating from your pussy, accompanied by the irritation left behind by all the orgasms you never got to have.

your frustration is so intense that you don’t notice what he’s doing, but he does. Little by little, he hands you glasses of water, filling up your lovely belly while you stay focused on the day’s torment and plot your revenge, never realizing that you’ve fallen for it once more, in a practically pathetic way.

you only notice it when your belly starts to ache, swollen now, full of pee you’re desperate to release in the bathroom. Yet, when you try to get up, you feel someone holding you back. It’s your boyfriend, the same guy who’s been tormenting you all day, now looking down at you with one of his sweet smiles.

“yeah, you’re not going,” he says. You gasp, suddenly hyper-aware of your urgent need to pee. You shift and squirm on the sofa, complaining about his cruelty, but he silences your words with quick kisses on your lips.

little by little, desperation rises in your chest. You tell him so over and over, but he shows no mercy. Instead, he slides his hand beneath your shorts, pressing against your lower belly before moving down to your pussy; his long fingers slip between your folds, rubbing the most sensitive spot and making you whimper and writhe as every sensation intensifies.

“stop,” you try to resist, but his touch makes you melt. You can’t fight it anymore, you just give in, letting him carry on even as the urge to pee remains.

his fingers rub and tap against your clit before moving up to your belly, pressing against the small bulge that has formed there, watching as your eyes fill with tears and your breathing grows ragged. You feel shame and panic, but also intense arousal, your pussy throbbing fiercely as it craves the attention it was denied all day.

you start to beg, seeing his satisfied smile, yet he refuses to give in; he squeezes and controls your urge to pee, then moves down to toy with your pussy, mocking your moans and cute expressions, making you feel even more embarrassed.

he calls you by pet names and teases you about your resistance, finally sliding two fingers into your hole. You squeeze your eyes shut, barely able to bear the sensations flooding you, wanting to let go right there in his hand; a form of revenge for all of this. Yet he speaks, commanding you to hold back, and you can only obey, closing your walls tight around his fingers and making it hard for him to move inside you, though he does so anyway.

he plays with you, tests your patience and pushes you to the edge, and just when it seems you’re finally about to cum, he pulls his fingers from your pussy. He watches you grow desperate, holding his shirt, begging through moans and whimpers to let you cum, saying you’d do anything just to finally reach your climax.

he enjoys it, drinking in every sound you make until he signals you to strip and stand up. He then leans back on the sofa and gestures for you to sit on his face, ready to devour you until there’s nothing left of you.

you obey without hesitation, undressing and straddling his head; you lower yourself carefully, so as not to crush him, and feel him immediately begin to devour you. He sucks and licks, even grazing you with his teeth, while you melt into moans. You feel that familiar knot forming instantly, bracing yourself for him to stop and make you suffer once more.

but he doesn't stop.

he keeps going.

he eats your pussy like there’s no tomorrow, until you lose control and cum, peeing at the same time, while he simply swallows it all. He increases your overstimulation and enjoys the way you whimper as he prolongs your orgasm, toying with your self-control just as he’s wanted to do since the moment he woke up.

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Will and Mack would put you in your place, letting you believe you were in control until your mind went hazy and you started to stammer, and that’s when the mocking began. They’d laugh at the way you cried while choking on Mack’s cock, or how you let Will hammer inside you without a word of protest.

they’d laugh at how pathetic you looked the moment they took back control.

and i’m certain Will and Mack have folders on their phones filled with humiliating photos and videos of you, reminders that you’re their little doll, there to please them, not to complain.

with every word, every eye-roll, every sign of irritation, you knew a punishment was coming, that they’d remember it and make you regret it.

and believe me, they tried everything: spanking your ass, depriving you of precious air, fucking you senseless. But you always went back to the same old thing, wanting to be treated like a princess, expecting them to be at your service, until you pushed them too far and got yourself broken all over again.

it’s as if all parties involved are enjoying it.

because you could stop, too, but would you? not when Mack looks so good when he’s desperate, or when Will gets so rough the moment he can’t stand you anymore.

you want them to take it out on your body, so you push them to the limit, knowing exactly what sets them off, knowing they won’t show mercy, knowing they’ll make you look like a fool as they drive you crazy.

it’s a dangerous dynamic, but also a highly entertaining one, and it’s not something you plan on ending anytime soon, even if your body is covered in marks, your throat is sore, and walking is a struggle.

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in seconds, he’s behind you, sliding his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock, already rock-hard. You shift slightly, pushing your panties aside to expose your pussy, still swollen and irritated from what happened hours earlier, with dried cum staining your folds. It looks so obscene that he can’t help but rub his tip against the stains, sliding it between your folds to lubricate his length.

you go back to what you were doing while he savors your little reactions: the way your breath catches, the way your hole throbs, and the way you instantly start getting wet, practically calling him to your pussy, knowing that’s exactly where he belongs.

you can't help but let out a small moan as he slides inside you, reaching so deep that you have to cover your mouth; you feel him everywhere, creating a bulge in your belly that remains unseen because you’re lying face down. It gets even more intense when he starts to move, sliding slowly in and out, letting you feel his full length before pushing back in, hitting your cervix, and shaking your body violently as he picks up speed and force, obsessed with the sight of his cock inside your pussy.

your walls grip him tighter than ever in this position, and though you try to focus on what you’re doing, your eyes roll back and your hands clench the sheets into fists. Your body and your reactions belong to him; you’d a thousand times rather let him use you than stop and go back to those boring documents that no longer matter to you.

you simply let him hammer inside you, so roughly that your pussy aches and burns, giving you even more pleasure, until you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, along with your parents calling out your names.

first, they open the door to Will’s room, which is right next to yours, and just before they step into your room, you feel him pull a blanket over your lower bodies, but he doesn't pull out, remaining buried deep inside your pussy while you panic, pretending once again to be busy at your computer.

then your door opens and both your dad and his mom walk in, seeing you two in an awkward position; though, thanks to the blanket, it just looks like he’s lying over you and hugging you, an affectionate but slightly suspicious pose. Even so, they don't ask questions, simply saying they’re heading to the market to pick up things for dinner.

you feel him moving very slowly, sliding so deep inside you that you want to cry; yet you have to hold it in as you watch your stepmother place her hand on your hair, affectionately messing with it a bit, and then kissing the top of your head. She and your father then leave your room and head out of the house, leaving the two of you alone.

...giving Will the green light to start moving again, lifting your ass, positioning you on all fours so he could thrust harder and more wildly, tearing screams from your throat that you could no longer hold back, while filling the room with the obscene, wet sounds of your bodies joined together; his previous load was still inside your pussy, forming a white ring at the base, a ring that would soon thicken when he came inside you again.

you would let him do it a thousand times, even if it meant taking risks, even if you felt like the worst person in the world. Everything heals when you feel his cum inside your sweet pussy.

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Will is a religious man, raised in a devout family that made sure to put every idea and goal in him until they made sense to him and became his way of life. Even so, he went his own way; he became a player in his favorite sport and pursued sinful paths that his family knew nothing about. He asked God for forgiveness thousands of times, until eventually, it stopped bothering or worrying him, and he simply moved on with his life, accepting his sins.

you, on the other hand, also grew up in a devout family; in fact, one that was friends with Will’s family. But unlike him, you became completely devoted to God, following his word as if it were law and ignoring temptations, sinful thoughts, and the normal hormonal phases of youth, all in an effort to remain as pure as possible and earn a place in heaven.

the two of you know each other; you were great friends as children, but as his career took off, he began to drift away; he stopped living near the church, and whenever he returned to town to visit family, you barely saw him. That is, until this summer break, when he decided to come home for a longer stay. He started attending church again and helping out wherever he could, carrying a different air about him yet wearing the same smile that had once captivated you.

then came the return of conversations, smiles, jokes, and lingering glances. Will knew it instantly: your lack of experience, your purity. It was almost as if he could smell it. Something stirred inside of him at the mere thought of corrupting that innocence, of marking your body in ways you likely didn't even know were possible.

he watches you in your pretty dresses, imagining the things you’re wearing beneath; he places his hands on your body, pretending there is an innocent reason for it all. And in the process, he feels the tension mounting and his desires intensifying, until one day, it all explodes.

you invited him to your house, taking advantage of the fact that your parents would be out all afternoon; you wanted to spend time together, get to know each other again, and learn a bit more about his life outside the city. You led him into your bedroom as if it were nothing, letting him enter your sacred space, a room with corners dedicated to religion, devoid of band posters or anything reflecting your personal tastes. There was nothing there to suggest that anything existed within you other than purity.

at first, everything was fine; everything was perfect. He told you about his work, his colleagues, the press, and the publicity, eventually opening up about his more intimate life. That was when he noticed you shifting on the bed, looking uncomfortable and flushed.

he capitalized on your nervousness to tell the details vividly, telling you about the first time he’d been with a woman, the first time he’d given in to his most sinful thoughts. He spoke of the beauty of an orgasm, of being inside a pussy and feeling the walls tightening around his cock. He described it all in such detail that you could picture it yourself, feeling a surge of heat beneath your panties and juices running down your thighs, creating a mess under your dress.

you try to question him, to ask how he could do such a thing, given that both of you had been taught about sin, consequences, and the difference between right and wrong. But he only smiles, explaining that he had asked for forgiveness a thousand times, that he, too, had once believed his actions were wrong, until he came to understand the art of the human body and the importance of loving God’s work.

he spoke to you of consent, of pleasure, and even of love, choosing his words with precision to make you doubt yourself, to plant the seed of temptation within you, a weight you couldn't shake off. He assured you that everything would be fine, that there are no real consequences when it's done the right way, finding his way into your mind.

even so, you remained doubtful and restless, feeling guilty about the heat rising between your legs, the physical manifestation of the arousal building inside you. Sensing this, he stood up, speaking in a gentle tone as he began to remove his shirt and unbutton his pants.

"you have to understand that the body is his creation; it is meant to be seen and loved, not rejected and forgotten," he explained, trying to soothe the panic in your eyes as he opened his pants to reveal the fabric of his underwear beneath.

“but marriage…” you stammered, unable to look anywhere but at his crotch, feeling your legs press and rub together while your nipples began to ache, showing clearly through the fabric of your dress.

“marriage is just one way to experience love for another person. It’s used for procreation, starting a family, but sex doesn’t have to be just that. It can also be about fun and pleasure, without the need to have children just yet,” he explained, watching you frown as you processed all the information you were taking in.

to make matters worse, he lowered his pants and underwear, freeing his hard cock for you to see; he watched as your eyes widened and your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

“come here,” he called, drawing you to the edge of the bed until your face was dangerously close to his crotch. “I want you to put your hand here and move it like this.” He took your hand and guided it to his cock, making you wrap your fingers around its length; you could feel the heat radiating from it, the strength of its throbbing, and the veins tracing its entire dick. He guided your movements, starting slow until your initial hesitation faded, letting you move on your own while he let out soft gasps whenever you squeezed a little tighter or picked up the pace.

you were a quick learner; that was the first thing he noticed.

once he felt his cock was fully hard, he gave his next instruction: play with the head. He told you to bring your mouth close and tease him with licks and kisses, testing his patience as you did it to perfection, taking your time alternating between stroking him and kissing the tip.

then, instinctively, you opened your mouth and slid the head inside, using your tongue to coat his cock as it slid to the back of your throat. Not all of it fit in your mouth, but you tended to the part that remained outside with your hand, applying what you’d just learned while savoring his reactions.

you watch him whimper, squeeze his eyes shut and then open them, gazing at you so intensely that the heat in your pussy flares up. His hand moves to your hair, gripping it tightly as he tries to hold back the urge to thrust against your throat, forcing himself to be patient while you find your rhythm.

you suck, lick, and kiss. Little by little, you combine everything he taught you with what you’ve learned on your own, watching him unravel under the wonders you’re working. He begins to move his hips and thrust into your mouth, harder and harder, triggering little gag reflexes that he completely ignores, lost in his own pleasure.

and maybe it’s the way you see him enjoying it, or the beautiful sounds he makes, or the look on his face, or the weight of his cock on your tongue, but something amplifies your own pleasure. Your hips begin to roll, rubbing against the sheets; you feel a pressure in your pussy unlike anything you’ve ever known, creating a knot in your belly that feels like the urge to pee. You want to warn him, but you’re too full, you can only take what he’s giving you, so you keep moving, feeling tears well up in your eyes as the tingling intensifies, and finally...

you came.

...in that pathetic yet sweet way, moaning against Will’s cock. And he couldn't help but cum down your throat, filling you with his load as he realized what a mess you were.

something in him wanted to keep going, to corrupt you completely, but you were soon interrupted by the sound of your parents' car pulling up outside, sending you into a panic; you pulled his cock from your mouth, coughing and scrambling to your feet while feeling the fluids run down your thighs, staining everything in your path.

you had to stop that day, but it wouldn't stop Will from trying again another time.

“it’ll be our secret,” he said before planting a quick kiss on your lips and slipping out your bedroom window before you even had time to react.

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it started unplanned, after months of seeing Will with different eyes, feeling guilt eating you from the inside. Even though you didn't grow up with him and couldn't see him as a brother, his mom is with your dad, and she is such a sweet, lovely woman, so the mere thought of wanting her son made you feel sick to your stomach.

you tried to hide it, to pretend, to look away when the temptation became too strong, especially when he started coming home with his best friend, his teammate. That boy made your legs go tense the moment you saw them walk into the house, moving with a confidence that was a little too casual for your liking.

but one day you couldn't hold back anymore. You took advantage of having the house to yourself to lie down on your bed, pulling down your panties and sliding your fingers between your folds. You felt how wet you were, how much you throbbed at the mere thought of them. You touched yourself without a shred of remorse; it wasn't the first time anyway, letting out sweet moans that filled your room, mingling with the wet sounds coming from your pussy as you slid two fingers inside.

you move quickly, trying to imagine how they would feel inside you, how they would touch you, how they would move. Your hips sway instinctively, seeking more, and your back arches as your moans grow louder and desperation begins to consume you.

you whimper their names without a second thought, feeling your arousal slide down your thighs onto the bed, staining the sheets.

the trouble is, you're so immersed, so lost in the haze of your own mind, that you don’t hear the door open or the voices entering the house. You don’t notice the keys, the jackets dropping, or the approaching footsteps. You can only think of them, their smiles, their arms, their voices. That’s why you cry out when you feel the first hand on you, pulling your fingers away from your pussy to replace them with someone else’s.

your eyes fly open in shock, and you realize it’s them, who don’t hesitate to help you, to let you finally taste everything you’ve spent months imagining.

ᨳଓ . — since then, you’ve become their doll, the one they can play with freely without you putting up a fight. ᨳଓ . — you grew close to them, so close that your parents are happy, believing their kids are best friends and that everything is fine. In reality, though, you started traveling with them because they asked you to, just so they could keep using you, pulling you away from the quiet, boring life you used to live. ᨳଓ . — now, not a day goes by without your stepbrother!Will or Macklin being right between your legs, filling you up over and over until you’re left speechless.

it’s happening right now: they’ve been playing with you for a while, sliding their fingers into your pussy until they’ve given you more than three orgasms, leaving you trembling, needy, and whimpering as you watch them free their cocks.

Macklin helps you change positions; he lets Will lie down where you just were, then places you on top of him while Mack settles in behind you. You know what’s coming, so you brace yourself, feeling your tits rub against your stepbrother’s chest as he smiles at you, planting sweet, quick kisses on your lips, as if what’s happening weren't perverse and wrong.

he distracts you until you feel him start to slide inside your pussy, deliciously stretching your walls and wringing a loud moan from you, one that even his kisses couldn't silence. His cock is long, a little thinner than Mack's, and its curve hits exactly the spot you love most, making your legs tremble and your breath catch. He seemed custom-made for you, and he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage.

soon after, Macklin joins in, sliding into the same hole; you feel the mix of pain and pleasure as his cock slips into your tight pussy, pressing against his best friend’s cock and reaching such deep places inside you that you feel it everywhere. You're so completely filled that your mind goes blank.

you can’t think about the guilt, the wrongness of it all, or the damage that would be done if anyone found out what you were doing in secret. You can only think about how good it feels and how aroused you are. They move immediately to satisfy that need, hammering in your tight pussy without waiting for you to adjust.

Macklin leaves kisses and bites along your neck, and you give him more room, loving the attention. Meanwhile, Will places his hands on your tits, playing with your abused nipples and tugging gently at them without ever looking away; he is hyper-aware of your reactions, watching your face transform into pure pleasure as they pound into you.

they're brutal and primal, devoid of any mercy, making your juices flow and your pussy slick with desire at their intensity. Here, the image of the sweet, fun-loving duo vanishes. Within these walls, they unleash their darkest desires, knowing you won't say a word, that you won't deny them anything.

they began molding you from the very start, conditioning you to the way they fuck you, fill you, and treat you. They claimed some of your "firsts" and left their mark on parts of your body no one else had ever explored.

nothing can break that bond, so they keep moving, watching you unravel, watching you stammer and try to cling to Will, seeking protection.

when you cum, it’s magnificent, the way your walls close, trapping their cocks inside you even as they keep moving, breaking every part of you while you whimper, until they finally cum inside you, filling you with their semen, their seed.

and that was just one of the first rounds.

ᨳଓ . — they usually love leaving you filled with their cum, driven by this strange obsession with seeing you full of them. ᨳଓ . — they’ve even slept with their cocks still inside you just to keep the cum from leaking out of your holes... but you don’t complain. ᨳଓ . — they’ve tried all sorts of things with you, even when you’re busy.

are you doing homework? Macklin walks into your room, sees you lying face down with papers scattered around you, and settles in behind you, shifting his weight onto your body and sliding his cock inside you. He doesn’t need you to react, though you do anyway; he just needs to use you in that moment, and he has permission to do so.

are you cooking? Will walks into the kitchen and stands behind you while you’re slicing a tomato; he pulls down your panties and takes advantage of your availability, nearly making you drop the knife. He doesn’t need you to turn around and move with him; he just wants to fill you up after a frustrating day.

are you traveling with them and have fallen asleep from exhaustion? don’t worry; while you sleep, they position themselves on either side of you, sliding their cocks in as carefully as possible to fill your pussy and feel your warmth all night long.

you’ve become everything to them, yet you don’t even complain, because deep down, even with all the guilt you carry... you enjoy it.

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Connor had been on high alert around Frank ever since the prank war began. He should have known; he should have seen it coming. It happened at the worst possible moment, right after practice, when his body was tense, his breathing heavy, and his mind a bit dazed. He’d accepted the chocolates his friend offered without a second thought, needing a sugar fix to recover from the long session on the ice.

the trouble was, he didn't know the truth; he didn't know what was in those chocolates, so he popped several into his mouth, groaning at the taste and the way energy seemed to magically flood back into his body. That boost gave him the strength to take a quick shower, get cleaned up, and head straight to your place for a lazy afternoon off, knowing neither you nor he had work or a tight schedule for the next couple of days.

but then the heat hit, first uncomfortably, bringing a heavy sweat and shorter, more ragged breaths. Then came the rush of blood to his cock, forcing him to shift and readjust in his car seat, feeling almost nervous at how quickly it was all happening.

his mind could think only of you, of how desperately he needed you, recalling how good you felt wrapped around his cock, squeezing it between your walls and whimpering beneath his body.

the ache gradually became unbearable, so he hurried out the moment he reached the home you shared, practically running to get inside.

it was scandalous, shameful, yet he couldn't stop. His mind wouldn't let him.

that’s what led to this moment: your legs wrapped around his hips, feeling him hammer into you, thrusting so deep your eyes rolled back, and your fingernails left red lines across his back. His muscles flexed, and his veins looked ready to burst; you looked so undone that anyone would think you were in the final moments of passion.

but no.

he couldn't stop; his cock stayed hard, his desire still there. He'd filled you so many times the sight was scandalous. There were traces of semen on your belly, your legs, your face, and in your hair, not to mention the cum inside your pussy, forming a white ring around his base, accompanied by the wet, sticky sounds that mingled with your moans and cries within those four walls.

you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had; you only know your body has no strength left, yet you can’t stop. Right now, your body exists solely to please him, as your mind no longer has the energy to question what is happening.

he woke you up with his mouth on your pussy, and since that moment, he hasn't been able to stop. And now, driven by an insatiable hunger, he flipped you over, burying your face in the pillow and leaving your ass raised and open for him.

he couldn't resist sliding his cock into your ass, skipping much preparation and taking advantage of the juices slipping from your other opening to lubricate you for him.

you cried out, but you didn't stop him; you only felt him moving, using every muscle and all his physical strength to thrust inside you, brutally, abusing your poor hole until you came once more, squirting from the intense overstimulation, dazed, cockdrunk.

it’s brutal, totally different from the Connor you know, yet you can’t complain because it feels so good. It’s that mix of pain and pleasure, all while he whispers sweet words into your ear, promising you his love and affection, even as you stammer and continue to surrender yourself to him.

you feel dizzy, so you blink a few times, trying to stay conscious even though your body is barely holding up. You probably should say your safe word, but something inside you burns at the mere thought of him using you to find his release, using you until his cock finally goes soft, so you let him continue.

there are moments you can no longer recall, times you might have blacked out, until you opened your eyes to find him still moving inside you. It lasted until he simply couldn't go on, collapsing onto your body, spent and breathless; he remained buried in your ass, throbbing and sore, his cock still semi-hard but unable to continue.

now the question is how you’ll manage to move in a few hours, given that your body is already aching. But you prefer not to think about that; instead, you let your boyfriend rest, held tight by your walls, while his cum runs down your body, leaving you a complete mess.

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