#jock bf

Bio: You have been reeling from a very traumatic break up and your sister drags you out of bed to go to a costume party at her college campus with her boyfriend and things get steamy after the party's over.

Tropes/CW: mentions of abuse, feminization, sister's boyfriend, humping, ends with polyamory?, missing/abusive parents, one bed left, getting your grove back, caring male figure, big sister and little brother

All people involved are of age.

It was Halloween night, and you were still getting over your breakup. Your sister, Kiara, invited you to a college party, but you didn't feel like going to be a third wheel with her and her boyfriend, Q. As you fell asleep, she opened the door and pulled the covers off your body.

"You're coming with us."

After a costume mishap, Kiara and Q were dressed as an angel and a blue devil, respectively, and you were stuck with her backup costume.

"Damn. I don't mean this in no disrespectful way, you know I love you, but I'd smash the shit outta your bro."

Kiara zipped up the bustier bodysuit as you adjusted the cuffs and bow tie. She had you in fishnets and heels. Kiara fixed your long braids into a high ponytail instead of the bun it's been in for the last month and applied some makeup on your genetically beautiful face, adding chapstick on your lips. She slapped your ass as it spilled out of the bustier giving you a sexy look from behind. You picked up a headband with bunny ears and placed it on your head.

"Now you're ready."

You get to the house party, and Kiara immediately gives you a nonalcoholic drink to blend in. Q introduces you to his teammates, all dressed in the same costume, who danced with you all night. At almost 4 a.m., Q got an Uber for him and his drunk friends. Kiara told him to bring you along. When your ride arrived, the SUV was packed with people; there were no more seats. Q allowed you to sit on his lap.

"A blue devil and a play bunny? Looks like someone's losing their innocence tonight."

"Stop playin', you know his sister my girl."

"Aye, devils do what devils do, baby. Q-Dawg bout to eat him a bunny tonight, boys."

When the guys got out, they wanted Q to get out with them, but he told them he had to make sure you got in safe, making them laugh in their drunken state. He gave the driver your address. His hand caressed your arm, feeling the goosebumps from the night air. He asked the driver to turn on the heat for you, and soon, you were comfortably in his arms, falling asleep. You wake up in your bed in nothing but your underwear and your hair in a bonnet. He turned on the heater and took one last glance at you.

"Stay, baby. It's late, and you have a game. And that couch is horrible for your back, so take off the cape and cheap shorts and get in here."

Q would say that you were asleep and didn't know what you were saying or thought he was your ex, but it was so much that he knew you were in your right mind. He took off the cape and went to pull off the shorts, but he paused.

"You got a pair of shorts I can borrow for the night."

"Just get in. I'll wash when I wake up."

Q took off his shorts and got in. You wrapped his arm around you. Something about him made you feel safe. You feel Q's head inch closer to your neck, and his breath grazes your skin. His chest was to your back, and you felt something, causing Q to adjust his position. It happened 3-4 more times before you said something.

"You can put it in if you need to."

"I'm not that kinda dog. I got too much love for you and Ki."

After another 5 minutes, Q adjusted himself again. At this point, you were actually tired and wanted him to go to sleep, so you took off your underwear, tossing it out of the bed. You reached between your legs and pulled his dick through to rest in your thighs, adding to the warmth of your body. Q exhales, and you grab his other arm, fully wrapping yourself in his embrace.

"Is that better?"

Q didn't respond, but his dick did, jumping at the question causing your own to sprout up. You begin to rock his boat, pushing and pulling your hips to a rhythm that makes Q release a moan and kiss your neck. While you pick up the pace, Q begins an assault on the back side of your body, shoulders, back, and neck. Q kept his mouth occupied, and the number of marks on your body was proof that he was enjoying what was going on. When Q got close, he broke his silence, but it was too late.

"Fuck!"

His arms tightened around you, and his load shot all over your sheets and in your thighs. Q continued to kiss you, coming down from his climax while you continued to rock; moments later, you started shaking.

"You good?"

"Yeah, just got a chill."

Even though you started it, you were unable to tell Q that his moans, bites, and dick got you off. You both fell asleep peacefully, with the last words you heard being.

"Good night, shawty."

You wake up in the morning to knocking at the door. Q must have used the spare key to get in last night since yours were on the nightstand like you left them when you came home from work yesterday. You sneak out of Q's arms even though you don't want to and put on a robe to cover up. You open the door to Kiara, looking well-rested. She barged in and took one look at you, and after giggling, she smiled.

"You look genuinely happy."

"What? I just woke up."

"And I stand by what I said. When you were with "him" you had the post-sex glow, but you were never happy, and I can tell you from experience that our parents didn't show us love."

You hear footsteps traveling the floor in a confused pattern.

"Shawty, where you went?"

You look at Kiara, but she nods her head.

"He knows not to call me that."

Q walks into the living room naked. Dick swinging like he owned the place.

"Was it good?"

"Was what good?"

"I know you 2 had sex. The evidence is all on your neck."

Kiara showed you with the front camera of her phone all the marks on your neck.

"Bae, it's not what it looks like."

"It is. Because I set it all up. Why do you think we haven't been having sex? It's not because you're bad at it. And you needed it. Did you ever tell Q why you and tiny dick broke up?"

You were silent. Kiara brought up the memory of how she found you at your school crying in the bathroom.

"Tell him, or I will."

"Q, he hit me."

"If you gonna' tell the story, tell him right."

"He was hitting me almost every day until one day I hit back."

Q grabbed you into a hug, his dick touching your abdomen. He looked at Kiara.

"Where he at?"

"In the hospital. Bro left him comatose, went to school, and called me to come get him."

Q kissed you on your forehead.

"Until you find somebody and I know he not messing with you, you my shawty from now on. Anything you need, money, sex, drugs-"

"The first 2 were fine, but that last one is a no."

You and Q laugh together, and then you stop.

"What about Ki?"

"If he makes you this happy, I don't mind sharing, just not bedroom stuff. That's the one request I have to keep separate."

"Whatcha say shawty. You my forever shawty or what?"

"You got a floor seat ticket for your game?"

"I got any seat in the house for somebody who wants to come see me play."

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