who knows tbh

Truthfully, he’s almost there already, hissing as he grinds the heel of his hand over his dick. He can already feel his palm getting sticky from the amount of precum he’s leaking through his boxers. He keeps up the slow, gentle pressure as he scrolls through the different links, breathing heavily out of his nose. 

“Sexy ass PAWG Gets DESTROYED” 

Will wrinkles his nose at that one. Next. 

“Slutty White Girl gets Fat Ass POUNDED HARD”  

Added to Bookmarks. 

“Thick Ass Blonde Takes TWO Dicks” 

Ouch. 

“Big White Ass gets BRUTAL FUCKING” 

Okay, that’s just absurd. 

Will lets his eyes unfocus after reaching the third page of the search results. He’s not even touching his dick anymore, instead resting it in the trail of hair below his bellybutton. He’s still somewhat hard, has to be, with the amount of smooth, bare skin he’s seeing, but the boiling need under his skin has slowed down to a simmer. 

Then he sees it. 

The thumbnail is kinda blurry, a still taken from the video rather than a professionally-shot photo. Obviously filmed on a phone or something. A girl being taken from behind, the guy’s hand on her hip. It's almost dwarfed by the size of her ass. 

The video quality is kinda shitty, honestly. Reminds him of old Cup streams he’s watched on YouTube. He can just make out the girl’s pale skin, the curve of a waist into a plush, round ass, brown hair hanging down around her face. 

The audio, though, is crystal clear. The hand from the thumbnail is only in the shot for a few seconds before she’s reaching back and slapping it away with a, “Don’t fucking touch me,” as she works her hips back onto the guy’s cock. His responding whimper sends a strange thrill through Will’s body, landing somewhere low in his belly. 

The blurry hand hovers over her body, and she must feel it, because she’s turning her head until a single dark eye peeks through her waterfall of hair. 

She looks…bored, almost. Will kinda feels for the guy, until she says, breathily, “Aw, you wanna touch so bad, don’t you,” her hips picking up pace. There’s no question. It’s like she just knows. The slapping sound their bodies make is obscene. 

He can feel his dick stirring again, warmth pooling in his groin. 

Will can just barely make out the glint of her teeth in the low light as she snaps, “Too fucking bad. You’ll take what I give you, won’t you?” Her pace goes staccato, hips forcing back with each word. There’s a pitiful uh huh from behind the camera. 

The blond’s enraptured, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide. His dick is fully with the program now, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He shoves a hand into his underwear–biting his lip at how slick everything is–matching the slide of his fist to the rhythm of the girl’s bouncing. 

Dude must be really into whatever this is, because his voice is a wreck as he whines, “Please, baby, you’re so fucking hot, let me fuck you,” and Will furrows his brow at that, because isn’t the guy already doing it? 

A cruel laugh. Her voice is all air as she says, “You’re so cute,” switching from punishing bounces to grinding her ass into him. She’s mean with it, tone condescending, and she laughs again when the guy makes a pitiful noise. “Acting like this is about you. Like I care. Do you think I give a fuck?” 

Will swallows down a noise of his own, forcing himself to hold back from fucking into his hand. He’s leaking like crazy, now, and he’s grateful his parents are heavy sleepers because it all sounds so wet. His grip around himself is looser than usual, flirting around the head, thumb just barely dipping into his slit. Solidarity with the guy, or whatever. Nothing to do with how his spine tingles at the self-denial, how it makes his cheeks burn with shame, how that only intensifies the pleasure.  

The camera is shaking violently now. There’s another desperate whine. “Baby, baby, please, I–” 

He’s cut off by her pulling him out at lightning speed, delicate hand wrapping tightly around the base of his cock. She’s not even looking at the camera lens. She’s looking up at him, dark eyes sparkling, grin wicked as she says, “Don’t you dare fucking come,” and her hand starts moving slowly, fingertips gliding across the shaft, completely ignoring the head. The guy’s dick twitches. 

There’s another laugh. “God, you’re pathetic,” she moans out, like he’s still fucking her. Will can see her hand moving between her legs, grits his teeth at the little gasp she lets out as she starts working her fingers into herself. 

Will closes his eyes. Holds himself at the base, pretending his hand is hers. 

He’s so fucking hard. He can feel himself throbbing in his hand, precum cooling as it hits the air, sending a shiver through him. There’s a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. 

She’s rambling, now. 

“Fuck, you’re still so hard. You really wanna come, don’t you?” uh huh. “Do you think you deserve it?” Nuh uh. That gets a moan out of her. 

“That’s right,” she coos, voice gone all high-pitched. “You don’t. But I’m feeling nice.” 

A sigh of relief. Then a pained groan. 

Her tone is sharp. “I wasn’t fucking done. You can come like this, or not at all.” 

Will chances a peek at the screen. She’s bent over in front of him, the same position from the beginning of the video, only she’s not touching the guy anymore. One hand is still being used to work herself open, slick sounds fully picked up by the mic, while the other is steadily rubbing at her clit. The poor guy’s dick is flushed red, curving upward, twitching desperately where it lays on the fat of her ass. 

He slams his eyes shut again. 

“Wow, it’s going crazy, huh?” She giggles. “It’s sad, really. All that dick and you have no idea how to fucking use it. Such a pretty one, too. What a shame. Have to do everything myself, don’t I?” 

A strangled noise, followed by I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry. “Shut up. Don’t wanna hear it. Gonna come before me?” She asks, and she almost sounds competitive about it. 

Will’s hand is working furiously over his cock now, the schlick schlick schlick noise filling the room, bouncing around the walls, pinballing in his brain. He wants to come so fucking bad. Can feel it building, abs tightening, thighs twitching. His arm burns from the exertion. He’s glad for the steady stream of precum that’s been flowing over his fingers, because his shit would be chafed raw without it. He’d forgotten to grab the lube in his haste to get off. 

“Ooh, I can feel it. You’re gonna do it, aren’t you? Poor baby, you’re shaking so badly. I bet you’re all backed up, huh? Gonna come so much, shame you couldn’t even finish fucking me, could’ve cum deep inside–” 

Will can hear a low, guttural moan, followed by a breathy giggle, wet sounds getting louder before she’s coming, too. 

He’s so so so close, but he’s good, lasted longer than the guy in the video, even–

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it, look at me,” she moans out.

His eyes are still closed, but he’s imagining it; thick thighs leading into a ridiculous ass; the delicate knobs of bone along the spine, the valley of muscle that lays on top; pink lips curved up in a mischievous grin. 

Green eyes looking up at him, gaze molten, challenging, like, C’mon, Smitty– 

Will comes. Hard. 

He has to shove his face into his pillow to keep from waking anyone up, feeling the fabric get wet under him with his drool. He gets it between his teeth and grinds down on it, cotton rubbing against his molars. 

It’s so fucking much, how his whole body tenses like he’s been shot, how he can feel the ropes of cum landing on his shirt, hot where it sits. It lasts for so long that he starts to get a cramp in his calf, and the pain from it has him releasing a few weak spurts before his dick slips out of his hand, spent. 

He wipes his filthy hand on his sweats, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. Curls and uncurls his toes, bringing himself back into his body. 

Using his clean hand, he pats the comforter around him, searching for his phone. He exits the incognito tab, closes the browser. He goes back to Instagram, procrastinating the clean-up he knows he’s going to have to do. 

Something like dread runs cold down his spine, breath frozen in his chest, when he’s greeted with his last viewed post. 

Fuck. Fuck. 

. . .

[Pictured: Mack on a soccer pitch. All-black, backwards cap. The photo’s taken mid-kick, leg muscles bulging with the movement. His ass curves out ridiculously under his tiny shorts.]

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