jealous (?) guy bestfriend x male reader
pt. 2
(thank you for all the love and attention on my last post. my first ever post, thank you guys so much <33)
gently closing the door, sliding down it until his butt hit the wooden floor, he sat there, pondering.
grabbing out his phone, opening up his photos app, he played the video that was recently made. the video, a little blurry, was of kian's bestfriend and his girlfriend..
having
sex.
why did i record this..? questioning himself.
he recollected his memory of him angrily speeding to his friend's apartment complex. buzzing himself in, the secretary knew who he was, they've known each other for years, this isn't odd of him to walk in unannounced.
going to the elevator, pressing that button until it lights up, signalling he'll be going to the 6th floor, waiting and waiting until the doors close and he's up going.
speeding out of the elevator, walking down the hallway, past the janitor, past that one lovely lesbian couple with the cute set of twin cats, past that one annoying guy who won't shut up about-- that doesn't matter.
he fumbled with his set of keys, having his own copy to his friends apartment. inserting the key, slowly and quietly turning it, hearing a click, turning the knob and walking in, quietly shut the door behind himself.
[ name ]'s apartment was dimly lit, mostly quiet but a faint sound was coming from one of the rooms. kian ignored this and took a minute to take in his scenery. most of the pictures on the walls that were of him and [ name ] were now replaced with his stupid girlfriend.
she's not even that pretty. i'm prettier. fighting with his internal thoughts.
he walked away from the kitchen, taking small and quiet steps down the hallway, making a pit-stop at the laundry room.
oh gosh.. the dirty laundry.
the pit he felt in his stomach, the tingles he felt against his skin, goosebumps rising.
it wouldn't matter if i took his favorite shirt. i mean- we share everything.. everything.
grabbing it, knowing it was dirty since it wasn't in the folded up clothes basket, he opened it up, taking in the contents of the shirt.
"the return of godzilla !!" with big bold japanese letters on the side, a black and white image of cartoon godzilla.
he's sucha fuckin dork.. i love it.
bunching it up, he put the dirty shirt up to his face, covering his mouth and nose, breathing in deeply.
what he expected was the smell of his best friends cologne.. which was slightly the case. but there was another smell overpowering it.
the smell of.. fucking japanese cherry blossom? she wants to accommodate him and impress him sooo bad she's willing to put on a butch nasty trash ass scent that has japanese in it, then wore a shirt that originated in japan.. you cannot make this stupid shit up. she wants to show him that she knows japan too. whata fuckin tryhard.
he rolled his eyes, almost physically gagging as he forced the bunched up shirt in his tiny coat pocket. he was gonna do himself and [ name ] a favor and wash it, then spray it with his cologne, so [ name ] won't have to smell that nasty smell again !!
give me the best friend for life award.
after leaving the laundry room, andstealingacleanpairofboxers, his next destination was to find out where that noise was coming from.
as he made his way down the hallway more, he noticed the noise was actually
moans.
theres no fucking way.
kian crouched infront of the bedroom door, the sounds of moaning and skin clapping were ringing in his ears like bells.
he hated bells.
he could've left, he should've left, but his curiosity was aching. he wanted to see whatever was behind this door. he didn't care how weird it'd be to watch his best friend and their girlfriend fucking
they were best friends. [ name ] wouldn't mind it at all!
he grabbed the doorknob, twisting it slowly before pushing the door open. not too much, but just enough for him to see.
his dark green and brown eyes stared wide, pupils following.. up and down, up and down, up and down.
sarah was moaning as she rode [ name ].
but [ name ] was moaning even louder.
the way he grabbed her hips, almost lifting her body up for her, just for her to plop right back down on his cock, making him moan more. something about his face, he looked so..
submissive and
adorable?
adorable.
it was hot how he was practically crying from the pleasure.
no- torture. she's torturing him!! he's not enjoying it! he's just- pretending he is!!
how is she able to make him feel that way, but not kian? why can't kian make him feel that good or that helpless?
he wants to make him moan.. and cry.. and beg for more but also beg him to stop and slow down..
kian needed to record this for
research purposes.
he doesn't know why but he just started recording. along with that, he heard sarah talking shit with her blotched ass hair.
i'm so fucking happy you lied to your friend about me having my period. i just couldn't wait any longer, i needed you home so i could have this cock. this is my cock.
no you dumb bitch, it's kian's co--
kian clenched his teeth, ending the recording right there.
he lied to me?? he fucking LIED to me? WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?? HE- no.. this is all HER fault! she's the one controlling him!
with a small grunt and an eyeroll, he got up, walking down the hall and out the door.
anger, sadness, jealousy, all of it was taking over him.
he needed to do something and he needed to do it fast.
