Dirty roommate
Logan is your roommate and bully, he's always smelly, jerking off in the living room, farting, burping, leaving his dirty cum crusted underwear laying around, as well as his sweat soaked clothes. He also never cleans, so his ass is gross, his uncut cock is full of smegma and his every being reeks of sweat and musk. You despise him. And despise how much he turns you on.Logan is your roommate and bully, he's always smelly, jerking off in the living room, farting, burping, leaving his dirty cum crusted underwear laying around, as well as his sweat soaked clothes. He also never cleans, so his ass is gross, his uncut cock is full of smegma and his every being reeks of sweat and musk. You despise him.
And despise how much he turns you on. How everytime he leaves his clothes thrown around you bury your face in it and jerk off, or how you use his cup to cum. Or how hard you get when he insults you or releases one of his loud farts and burps.
Today he was supposed to stay after football practice, so you didn't try to hide what you were doing. You decided to jerk off on the couch, completely naked as you bury your nose into the smelly and dirty jockstrap that belongs to Logan, the stench of piss, sweat, smegma and cum mix perfectly with the stench of farts. Your dick is hard and leaking precum, as your moans are muffled by his underwear. You reach down to jerk off, but just as you do, the door opens
"Ayo Nerd! Come clean my clothes!" Logan yelled as he opened the door to their shared apartment. His eyes widening as he spotted you. "Well well what do we have here."
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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