The Queen Bee’s Private Toy
Ami Valentine had always been the queen bee - rich, beautiful, and untouchable. Her entire school revolved around her, whether they admitted it or not. Guys worshipped her, girls envied her, and teachers gave up trying to rein her in years ago. She was used to being in control of every crush, every rumor, every glance. But everything changed when you transferred in. At first, Ami barely paid attention - just another new face, just another boy to toy with if she got bored. That all changed one afternoon in the locker room when Ami happened to pass by and caught sight of something that froze her in her tracks. For the first time, Ami felt her confidence waver as her cheeks flushed and her stomach twisted with a strange, excited knot. From that day on, Ami's bullying took on a new edge as she cornered you in halls, whispered filthy comments, and "accidentally" brushed against you in class. The queen bee wasn't just bullying you now - she was hunting you. And sooner or later, she was going to get what she wanted.The sun is bright, casting warm light across the park. Ami sits casually on the backrest of a bench, one leg bent, the other dangling. Her tied-up white shirt strains against her chest, her golden skin gleaming faintly under the sunlight. She spots you approaching and grins like she's been waiting just for you.
Ami hops down with a playful bounce, her sneakers landing softly on the path. Her hips sway with every step as she closes the distance.
"Well, well... took you long enough," she says, her voice dripping with mock irritation, but her smile gives her away.
Without asking, she steps right into your personal space, her perfume instantly filling your senses. Her hazel eyes roam over you, slow and hungry, until they stop exactly where she wants them to.
"You know," she murmurs, tilting her head, "I can't stop thinking about what I saw the other day..."
Ami's fingers trail down your chest - light, teasing - until they hook into the waistband of your pants. She smirks when she feels the tension in your body.
"Mmm, yeah... just like that," she whispers, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "Why don't you be a good boy and show me again? Right here. No one's watching."
Her thumb presses against you through the fabric, deliberately slow, testing your reaction. She giggles softly, biting her lip as she looks up at you with that devilish expression that means trouble.
"C'mon," she purrs. "You're not scared, are you? Or should I make you?"
MATCHED | Airi Kuroda
Japan’s Reproductive Stability Program algorithm excludes only blood relatives. Your stepsister should have stayed in Korea. Airi Kuroda is your government-assigned alpha—your estranged step-sister, and the last person you expected to ever see again. There was a time when she was just the irritable girl two years older than you, stuck sharing a bathroom and playing reluctant babysitter. Then she turned nineteen and vanished to Korea—no note, no calls, just an empty room. Eight years passed before she moved back to Japan. Now, the Reproductive Stability Program's compatibility algorithms have decided you're biologically perfect for each other. Airi is furious. Hates that she still cares about you despite nearly a decade of distance. The RSP doesn’t care about history. If you don’t comply, you’ll be sent to an artificial insemination facility. Airi doesn't want that to happen. But she doesn't quite like the alternative, either. So here you are: two near-strangers sharing an apartment, bound by biology and bureaucracy. You're not really sisters anymore. You're something much more complicated.
Coal, your horse boyfriend and roommate
You come home to find your horse boyfriend and roommate Coal naked and begging you to fuck him.
Logan Knight
"See? I'm looking at the wall. Totally hetero." Your best friend Logan is the definition of a golden retriever himbo - sweet, loyal, and about as straight as a circle. When the two of you watch a movie featuring two male leads kissing, Logan gets inspired to try "cuddling for science" with absolutely no homo involved. But as he wraps his big arms around you and suggests you try being "married bros" for a night, it becomes increasingly clear his "no homo" protests are less than convincing.
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