💋 atticus 🦴

Fuck. You thought you were confident — you were. You were outgoing and hot and could get anyone you wanted. You didn't need that douchebag to feel good about yourself.

That was the mantra going on in your head as you laid in bed, curled under the covers, slowly scrolling through and deleting old pictures of you and him. The photos showed you happy, smiling, and now that things were over, you could see the glimmer in his eyes that showed you how long he had been cheating. How he was always looking away or not smiling at you back, hand loosely around your shoulders or waist like an afterthought.

You shoved your phone into the mattress, sitting up and reaching for a hair tye on the nightstand. Slipping your hair up into a bun, you set your lips in a determined press, mind racing as you plotted out your own revenge.

He wanted to cheat on you? Fine. You could make him pissed too.

You slipped off your bed to sit on the floor, reaching for your phone for a different purpose now. Propping your back against the bedframe, you pulled up YouTube. Vaguely you had remembered looking over your ex's shoulder while he was on his laptop to see what he was so focused on; it was a streamer, some gamer guy that never showed his face, just below his chin. He was skilled at what he did, with thousands and thousands of followers; if you remembered his username right…

There. thatnerdd21. That was his username. You blinked when you saw he was currently streaming live. This was the perfect opportunity. Maybe it wouldn't work, but it would be funny as hell if you managed to get with this guy; even if it wasn't romantically, it was fine, just getting him to mention your name somewhere. Maybe stream with you, even though you weren't the most skilled at gaming, which was exactly what this guy was known for.

You clicked join stream. His gameplay took up your entire phone screen, bright flashing lights illuminating your face in the darkness of the room. The camera was angled as always, just belowed his chin, showing the Spiderman t-shirt he was wearing and his toned arms. His voice carried through your speakers, and you turned up the volume to hear it clearer. God, his voice was heavenly, like some kind of vampire prince lord.

Did you seriously just think that? You felt stupid. You were more focused fantasizing about his little square in the bottom left corner than the actual game he was playing.

After coming up with a username just so you could comment, you dropped your first text in the stream

prettygirl444: that game looks so hard lol

You knew it was a small thing to comment, especially with what you wanted to come out of it. But everybody started somewhere, right?

Just as you started to think after a few seconds of (not so) patiently waiting that he didn't see your comment — just like the other few hundred being drowned out — you perked up when you heard his voice actually reply.

"It's hard when you start, but you get used to it. That answer your question, pretty girl?"

You flushed. It had been an impromptu username you came up with on the spot, but now he was actually calling you that. The rest of the chat blew up with comments of clipping his words. Of course you knew you weren't the only one thirsting over him.

Hoping to start up more conversation, you felt bold enough to type out;

prettygirl444: maybe you should make a tutorial for us newbies

Within seconds, as if waiting for your words, he replied again. "Maybe I should. I'll credit you. Email me later, pretty girl, let me get some credentials."

prettygirl444: will do 😉

You had no idea where the boldness had come from, but you were feeling the rush, despite it being so late at night. You kept watching the livestream, waiting for another thirty minutes until it was over and he clicked off.

You did as he said, going up to his profile description and using his posted work email address. You quickly typed out a message saying your username, but you couldn't work up the courage to send anything flirty or risky.

Shoving your phone facedown on your mattress beside your head, your mind started racing with possibilities. What if he wanted you to email him just so he could insult you without hundreds of people watching? What if he was actually some creep wanting your personal info? Or, on the brighter side, what if he was actually a nice guy and you started having genuine conversations with him, like some 2000's romcom?

You didn't have time to ponder any more ideas before your phone dinged, and speedily picking it up, you saw his email address on the bottom bar of your screen. All it read was a phone number. Shit. This could be a scam, or a prank, or a virus—

You added the number to your contacts and typed out your first message.

You bit your lip, contemplating how to reply. It felt almost like he was being passive agressive, but maybe he wasn't texted very often, and you really wanted to talk to him more. You shifted on the floor, scrolling through old pictures of you until you found a suitable one from just yesterday. You hit send before you could second guess yourself.

You felt yourself flush at his slow reply, and you could picture him in your mind. Leaning back in his seat, legs spread, fingers gliding over the screen, maybe even saving your picture to his phone...

Wow. Real charmer he was, definitely flirting more confidently than you were. You almost felt jealous of his ability to speak so easily; then you felt the giddiness of getting back at your ex, and you found yourself texting him more and more.

You two talked for over an hour; about life, about who you were, and finally ended it with a goodnight. Now you knew his name was Spencer, and he knew your name, and it was a great start in your plan.

Two months.

Two months of flirting, of texting, of calling, of everything. Spencer seemed to genuinely like you, and you found yourself liking him more than you thought you would.

When you joined one of Spencer's streams and he taught you all the tactics to a complicated fighting game, your ex had called you five times afterwards. After jumping around your room after the rush — both of Spencer's frequent use of "pretty girl" and your ex getting jealous, you answered his sixth call with the most bored tone you could muster.

"What do you want?"

"What the HELL? You never cared about video games! Or him!

"Who's him?" You inspected your nails, summoning up your least interested voice.

"You know damn well who."

"Oh, Spencer? He's nice. Sorry, I have to go, he's texting me!"

You hung up with a giddy laugh. Maybe it was a bit evil to tease your ex like this, but at the same time, he cheated on you with multiple girls. You weren't even doing anything with Spencer more than just flirting. This was fun.

You weren't lying when you said he texted you, though; checking your messages, you saw Spencer had texted you again.

You flushed. This could go two ways; you could name off another video game you knew he was good at so you could join another stream. Or you could take a dirtier route, although you'd never sexted before. This could be something. You knew he was leaning to the second option, with how he'd been talking and teasing you recently.

Fuck it. You texted back.

Texting like that went on for weeks.

You both had masturbated to each other over texts numerous times, sometimes even sending pictures. One time it was over call, and you could hear Spencer's velvety voice guiding you through your orgasm, saying all kind of praise that made you tingle.

It was when he texted if you wanted to come over to his place and your immediate thought was yes that you knew you were in for it. After he send you his address, you picked up your purse, threw on a hoodie, and went out the door.

It was surprisingly only a short drive over, and you parked on the street of a tall apartment building. You highlighted the message to show the concierge, not wanting him to see previous conversations on the thread.

He nodded and sent you up the left elevator to the seventh floor, and you knocked on the door Spencer had told you to on your messages.

After your third knock, the door opened. You knew what he looked like, after a few facetime calls, but in person he was…wow. Tall, big shoulders, hair short and messy like he was in a boy band. He grinned when he saw you.

"Pretty girl?" You almost fainted at his voice in person.

You gave a little nod, stepping in when he shifted to the side to let you inside. It was neater than you thought a streamer's house would be, with books stacked on shelves and the hallway leading down to closed doors. The table was set with dinner, and it looked almost homemade.

You pointed to the table, turning your head to him. "Is that for us?"

He nodded. "Thought you'd be hungry. Don't worry, it's not poisoned or whatever shit you're thinking."

You gave a small laugh. In honesty, you had been a bit scared that he'd murder you as soon as you stepped into his apartment, but so far he was being nice. Hospitable. Polite. Despite all his dirty words through the screen, he was being polite to you face to face.

You sat down, and he did the same across from you. As you started eating, the silence was long and heated, the two of you catching gazes for moments at a time before looking away, the cycle repeating through the entire meal.

At your last moment eye contact as you finished chewing your food, Spencer suddenly pushed his seat back, rounding the table and kneeling down to your level, pressing your lips together. With a startled gasp, you kissed back, hands going up to his soft hair and gently tugging. His hands slid under your thighs, picking you up from your seat easily and heading down the hallway.

You broke apart for oxygen; Spencer ducked his head to your neck as he kicked open the bedroom door. You managed to speak up with a breathless voice; "What-what are you doing?"

"Making good on those messages."

You swallowed as he laid you down on the bed, back to the mattress, hands going from your thighs to your hips. "Wh-that-that's hot."

Spencer let out a low laugh. "More confident over text, huh, princess?"

You just gave a little nod as he pushed up the hem of your hoodie, hands spanning over your lower torso, gripping your sides as you shivered. You dared to reach a hand down, palm smoothing over his growing bulge in his jeans.

He kissed you again. You started unzipping his jeans.

"Now you're bolder, pretty girl. Keep going." Spencer murmured against your lips as you pulled his cock out, not able to look down through your kiss. You felt his hands drift down to pull your sweatpants down, eyes closed as he kissed you deeply, tongue sliding into your mouth to explore.

While you used one hand to stroke up and down his length, the other curled on the nape of Spencer's neck, you felt him push your panties to the side, not bothering to pull them off as he slipped one strong finger inside, making you gasp against his mouth.

He let out a little laugh, slipping in a second and slowly pumping them in and out, eventually making it knuckle deep in your wet cunt. "You ready f'me, pretty girl?"

You gave a little desperate nod, hand moving faster for a second before you let go, hands going up to his shoulders. Spencer let out a short grunt as he lined up his cock to your dripping hole, pushing in the head and holding himself up on his elbow, body hovering over yours on the bed.

Your nails dug into his skin as he pushed inside you inch by inch, until finally he bottomed out as you whimpered. He shifted his hips back and forth, grinding deep rather than thrusting right away.

"Feel good, princess? Holding up?"

You managed to move your head enough in a gesture of confirmation, opening your lips to let out a shivering hum. He cupped your cheek with his free hand, slowing his hip motions to look into your eyes.

"Words, pretty girl. Or I'll pull out right damn now."

"Y-yes! Yeah, I-I'm fine. Good."

Spencer didn't reply with words; rather, he pulled out slowly to slam back inside, starting his pace from there. In, out, in, out, you felt your thoughts getting hazy as you let out heavy breaths and you curled your hands into the mattress, lifting your legs to wrap around his hips. He pressed another desperate kiss to your lips, moaning against your mouth as he practically pounded into you.

Mind betraying your body as you turned your head to bury in the pillow, you opened your mouth to moan out what was supposed to be Spencer's name; instead, it was your ex's.

You felt Spencer's motions still, cock still deep inside you. He cupped your jaw, pulling your face to his. "What the fuck was that?"

You swallowed hard. "I-I don't kno-"

"Don't play dumb. Who's name was that?"

"I-somebody?" You could hardly think with his dick still deep, balls to your ass, unmoving. "I-I didn't mean t-to say that."

Spencer suddenly grinned, and he pulled back to slam inside again, repeating the brutal movement over and over, jolting you up on the mattress with each hard thrust. His hands didn't touch you, resting on the mattress beside your head to hold himself up. "Fine. Don't tell me. You just won't cum until then."

You let out a gasp, hands going to his shoulders to have something sturdy to hold onto. As much as you didn't want to spill your guts out in the middle of heated sex, you really wanted to cum with him, and you could tell from the look in his eye that he was firm in this.

"It-it was my ex. I-I didn't mean t-to say that, but he-he just…" You had to pause, breathing laboured from his thrusts, which became firmer as you started talking. "I thought of 'im."

"You trying to make me jealous, pretty girl?" Spencer asked, head going to the crook of your neck, lips latching onto sensitive skin and sucking a pretty mark. "Or you tryna make him jealous?"

"Him." You whimpered out. The truth was laid bare now, but Spencer seemed less mad than you thought he would.

"Is it working?" Spencer teased, hot breath fanning your ear.

You nodded, glad you didn't have to speak more. "Definitely."

Spencer just let out a raspy laugh, hand going down to rub tight circles over your clit. Through the hard pounding and the talking you barely managed, he decided to be nice and help you through your orgasm.

It hit you like a freight train, making your back arch on the mattress as he slowed his thrusts and focused on stimulating your bud, pulling his cock out to release over your lower stomach and pelvis, letting out harsh breathing.

Spencer laid down on the bed next to you, letting you breathe. He laughed. You had to laugh too.

He propped himself on one elbow, looking down at you. "I'm about to start a stream. Wanna join me? Be my little pretty girl?"

You smiled back. "Hell yeah."