"If you want them off so badly, you take them off," Josh replied, digging into his spot in the bed to show off how comfortable he was. He knew he was pushing his luck here.
But Emi just rolled her eyes and gave in. "Whatever," she mumbled as she began wrestling his shoes off. She lightly tossed each one at Josh's face, which he managed to block. "Aye, aye! Chill!" he said with a chuckle.
Emi smiled as she took off her own slippers and threw them off the bed. Josh looked at her sock-covered feet briefly and was weirded out by how attracted he was to them. He never understood foot fetishes, but any part of a girl was tantalizing when she was new and their intimacy hadn't yet been explored.
"You ignored my question. Why were you shouting when you came in?" Josh asked.
"Oh my godddd," Emi grumbled, burying her face in her hands to display her irritation. "You're an annoying asshole and you're nosy, too? Great. Love that for me."
Josh tilted his head forward and stared at her.
In response, Emi laughed and eventually caved. "Whatever. You've already read all about me, so I guess it doesn't matter. It.. it's fucking Miz. I just died in World of Warcraft, and he fucking blamed it all on me, like he always does! But this time just felt worse."
Josh wasn't sure what the big deal was. "Okay, so you died? Just fucking respawn and get your loot, no? What am I missing?"
Emi looked at him in annoyance. "Do you know anything about World of Warcraft?"
"No, I'm actually straight."
Emi smirked. "Ha, ha. Very funny. No, it's actually a fun game!"
She had no idea why she was trying to justify her gaming interests, as if she cared about Josh's opinion.
He just continued staring at her.
"Okay, it might be for nerds, but whatever. It's classic hardcore, right? So there is no respawning. If you die, you have to start all over, and I was at level fifty-seven. Fifty-fucking-seven! Sixty is the max fucking rank, and we have a fucking raid coming up and we need to be level fucking sixty and I have to fucking start over and ughhhh. It just sucks so hard, and it was so dumb! Totally fucking preventable."
"Oof, okay. I think I'm starting to get it. How many hours did you just waste then?"
"I put like.. a hundred hours into that character," Emi replied, clearly pained by just saying it out loud. "But that's not even the worst part. I can rank back up if I really wanted to, but fucking Miz. He makes it so much worse. Everything is always my fault. Like, I'm new to the game! I didn't react fast enough and he gets pissed at me and then I just mess up more. Then, when I level up again, I'm just going to be scared to do anything! I mean, the more I play, the less confident I am. It's fucking ass. It's wrecking my confidence."
"In-game," Josh clarified.
Emi looked at him and blinked a few times. "Yeah, yeah.. in-game."
"Because it is just a game.. right, Emi?" Josh pushed on.
"Yeah, I knowww," Emi mumbled. "But still. It's a big deal to me. To me and Miz, I guess."
Josh just chuckled at her. He didn't have much knowledge about the game she was talking about, but it was obvious that her relationship issues existed outside of just gaming.
"Why the fuck are you two always fighting?" Josh asked. This was it. He'd place the wedge between them and then drive it in with a hammer.
Emiru clearly didn't want to think about it. She groaned and slumped down to her side, lying face-up next to Josh's outstretched legs.
"I don't know," she began to say. "That's just how we are, I guess."
"Well, no fucking wonder you're so stressed out all the time."
Emi tilted her head back to look at Josh. "Wha.. how would you even know–"
She paused as the realization hit her. "Oh, fuck.. yeah. My journal, you fuck. You fucker. Ughhhh."
He met her upside-down gaze and smiled. She almost couldn't lie to him at this point, and that was a powerful feeling. "Stressed, anxious, taking weeks off from streaming. I get it, you like acting fucking tough all the time, but you gotta keep that shit in check."
Emi rolled her eyes. "So what, you're a therapist now?"
Josh laughed at her. "No, but actually.. therapist is one of my favorite words. It's just 'the' and 'rapist' pushed together, haha."
Emi pushed her brows together and sat up to look at him. "Why would you say that? Why, as a stranger in my room and in my bed, would you make that comment, you freak?"
Josh laughed out loud again. "My bad, haha. Poorly timed joke maybe, but also, I don't care what you think of me, so whatever."
Emi actually approved of his nonchalant answer and smiled before lying back down.
There was a long pause before Emi spoke again. "I know you're right."
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right," Josh bragged.
"Shut up," she groaned. "I'm serious. I don't like arguing all the time.. but there's nothing I can do about it. It's just who he is, and it's who I am, I think."
"I mean, if you don't like it, change something. But you can't just go to each other and say 'hey, let's stop fighting'. That won't fix jack shit. You gotta figure out what's causing the.. the trouble in paradise, if you will."
Emi thought over his advice for a while, and they sat there in silence. It was really nice talking out her thoughts instead of just writing them down. Writing them never came with any feedback. She wasn't sure how useful Josh's responses were, but at least he was trying.
After a while, Josh finally spoke up. "How often do you two fuck?"
Emi's mouth widened, and Josh took a mental photo. An upside down face and an open mouth was almost too sexually suggestive for Josh to resist. He couldn't wait until he didn't have to resist.
Sigh. All in due time.
"Fuck off," Emi replied. "That's way too personal, dude. Next question."
"I'm only asking because I didn't see anything about it in your diary."
"It's a journal, prick."
"Whatever, holy shit! You can be a bitch, you know that? I'm trying to help."
"And you can be a jackass. Did you know that?" Emi retorted immediately. "I didn't ask for your stupid help."
The two stared at each other until smiles were formed. They acted like they hated each other, but the chemistry was there. Emi would've kicked him out a long time ago if it wasn't. She was enjoying the attention. Not just because Josh was a good conversationalist, but also because he was objectively attractive.
Good company was all he was, though. That's it, Emi assured herself.
"I'm serious," Josh said. "I looked everywhere and didn't see a single word about your sex life. And trust me, I was looking! Would've been the only juicy thing in there. So why is that, Emi? Why no sex talk?"
Emi met his gaze with an uncertain look. "Uhh.." she said hesitantly, and that was all the answer Josh needed.
"Oh, please.. don't fucking tell me. Do not tell me that you're not getting dicked down regularly."
Emi closed her eyes as if that would shield her from having to answer.
Josh stood up quickly in light of the new revelation. "Well there's your fucking answer!"
Emi was surprised by his sudden enthusiasm and propped herself up on her side.
"You're both pent up. All that sexual frustration is fucking with your brains. I mean, how can you even think straight?" Josh asked her in disbelief. "Oh god, please stop me before I get going. If there is one thing I am passionate about, it's this. People need to fuck way more than they do. The world would be a better place if everyone fucked more."
Emi was clearly uncomfortable with the topic. She slumped over to her left so she was facing down and began to groan into the bed. "Ughhhhhhh.."
"Hey, I had to read through all your dumb personal shit in your diary, okay? Least you could do is hear me out now."
Emi raised her head to look at Josh incredulously. "Okay?! I didn't ask you to read that! Fucker!"
"Either way, I did. So hear me out," Josh demanded. "How about this– who's the most miserable person you've ever met?"
Emi thought for a second and then smirked. God, her smirk was attractive. Her mouth opened to speak, but Josh beat her to it.
"And if you say me, I swear to god Emiru, I will fuck you."
Her mouth fell open. "You'll fuck me?"
Josh developed a smirk of his own. "Sorry, I was going to say I'll fuck you up or whatever, but there's been an unacceptable lack of sexual tension between us."
Emi stared at the large man suspiciously. "Really? I was thinking there was too much, honestly."
Quick witted as ever, her words stopped Josh in his tracks. She impressed him yet again, and his cock began to harden.
"I'm kidding!" Emi clarified as soon as she saw that Josh might take her seriously. "Duh. I have Miz, whomst you fucking read all about, apparently."
"I don't think 'whomst' is right there," Josh teased.
"And I don't fucking whomst care."
"We are terrible at staying on one topic," Josh said as he stepped forward and leaned in to grab Emi's face with both hands. "Focus! Who is the most miserable person you've met? Who, Emi? Who?!"
She was a bit surprised by his brazen behavior, but she was being yelled at and could only focus on answering the question at hand.
"Uh.. uh, fucking.. I don't know. Weird people online! Like, stalkers or weirdos. Yeah. Them for sure."
"Boom, yes," Josh continued as he let go of her face. "Okay, and what's another word for them?"
"Uh, creeps?"
Josh shook his head. "No, think more online. What are weirdos online called?"
Emi thought for a moment and the answer came to her. "Incels?"
"There we go! Jesus christ, took you long enough. Incels. Exactly. Involuntary celibates. Super miserable people, right?"
Emi began to roll her eyes when she saw where this was going. "And since I'm not having sex, I'm an incel, blah blah blah, right? That's what you're saying?"
"What the fuck?" Josh barked back. "I'm going through the trouble of explaining all your personal problems, and you can't even let me present my final point?"
Emiru laughed mischievously.
"Whatever," Josh continued. "There's your issue. Incels are miserable because they can't fuck their problems away. You and Miz are always fighting because you don't fuck enough. It's not rocket science. I mean, I've honestly never met such a fiery chick before. You need to be getting railed daily– no, twice a day.. at least, just to keep your shit in check."
Emi was amused by the amount of effort Josh was putting into this, but he clearly had ulterior motives.
"And what?" she asked suspiciously. "Are you about to suggest that you're willing to step in and make sure my.. uh, needs are met?"
Josh laughed out loud as he got back on the bed. He inched close to her and reached out to massage her closest leg. "I meannnnn, if you're up for it?"
Emi reached forward to shove him away, prompting both of them to laugh off the joke. Josh knew it wouldn't be that easy, but it was important to start getting the idea of them together in her head.
"No, but seriously, if I'm not going to fuck your brains out, and the offer still stands, by the way," Josh said, smirking as Emi rolled her eyes, "then Miz has to. I mean, forgive me for being forward, but you're hot as fuck. Why wouldn't he be giving it to you on the daily?"
Emi shrugged. The jokes were seemingly over as Josh had touched a serious complaint of hers.
"I mean, you two have fucked before, right? How long have you been dating?"
"Yes! Yes, we've had sex before, duh. We've been like, exclusive or whatever for a year and a half. It just.. uh, it's been a while."
"So what's the problem?" Josh asked.
So much had been discussed. Josh already knew everything about her. It didn't make sense to keep secrets now.
"He.. er, he has trouble, uhm.. staying hard.. sometimes," Emi finally admitted. "Not all the time, though! He's fine.. at the beginning, but.."
"Can't finish strong?" Josh finished her sentence.
Emi nodded. "Keep this all to your fucking self, okay?"
"I'm a loser. Don't have friends to tell this to, so no worries."
"I don't believe that for one second, but whatever. Yeah, uhm.. he used to take steroids. He had a bad breakup, and his mental was all fucked, so he took them to get super jacked, and it messed up his.. uh, performing abilities. But it's never been a huge issue!"
Josh was the one rolling his eyes this time. "Says the girl that's currently on a two hour rant about all her relationship issues."
Emiru punched his arm. "You've been fucking asking about them, dickhead."
"Hah, well.. okay. How long has he been off of the 'roids?" Josh asked. He had to insert himself in here somehow. Talking with Emi was great, but it was getting late, and she'd be kicking him out of her room soon.
"Uh, a year and half? I think he stopped soon after we started dating. It was this whole thing back then."
"Then the effects should be wearing off, no? Unless he was on them for years, I don't think the erectile shit should be permanent."
"That's what I thought too!" Emi confessed. "But.. I don't know. He always blames it on that.."
Josh paused for a second and looked at her with a nod. "I think I know the issue."
Emiru perked up, eager to hear his wisdom. "It's you. You're the problem."
She threw her hands up and groaned. "Oh, great! Another thing I can get blamed for! You're just like Miz."
"Hey, hey, do not compare me to that dude."
"And why not?" Emi challenged him.
"Because my cock stays hard."
Emi was feeling defiant, and she felt the small urge to defend her boyfriend. "Uh huh, you know.. I think you're all talk. You seem like the type to just say shit and not back it up. You're probably horrible in bed. Like, if anyone is going to be bad in bed, it's the one claiming that he's good."
"Whoa, whoa. You can say a lot of shit about me, but my sexual prowess will not be slandered, got it?"
"Ohh, a little defensive there, no?" Emi teased him. This guy was tall and handsome and charming. He had to have some hidden con to him.
"Want me to prove it?" Josh tested her, but she simply laughed and rolled her eyes away from him.
"Yeah, sure.. I totally want you to prove– uh.. what the fuck are you–"
Emi was silenced as Josh got up and pulled his jeans down, revealing his gray American Eagle briefs. The impressive outline of his cock was perfectly shown off with the tight spandex material. His cock reached down past the middle of his thigh, and its girth was ridiculous to witness up close.
Emi's eyes widened more than they had all night, and her mouth fell agape. She knew her reaction was probably exactly what Josh wanted to see, but she simply couldn't help herself.
"And I'm not even that hard," Josh added as he pushed his pelvis forward, leaving nothing to the imagination.
A few seconds later, Emi turned her head and blocked her eyes with her hands. "Okay, okay, I get it! Pull your fucking pants up."
Having accomplished his goal, Josh did as she asked. "Couldn't have you questioning my manhood. Hope you can understand that."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just.. uh," Emi mumbled, unable to respond coherently. "I've never.. eh–"
"Cat got your tongue?" Josh smirked at her.
"Oh, fuck off. I'm thinking about Miz, actually. You know, my boyfriend?"
"Uh huh. You seem to really like Miz. Your cheeks are all red," Josh pointed out.
Emi immediately reached up to feel her face, and she was indeed warm to the touch. "Someone turned up the thermostat, probably."
Josh squinted his eyes at her and smirked. "Yeah, that's probably it."
Emiru couldn't resist smiling. They both knew what was flustering her so much. "Ugh! Okay, whatever!" she finally conceded. "You're a sex freak with that thing, probably. So then give me fucking advice, asshole. What do I need to do? How can I keep Miz hard? If the steroids really have worn off, then maybe it is me.."
Josh smiled at her. He was going to teach her exactly what she wanted to know, but Miz wouldn't be the one reaping the rewards.
"You can't," he finally replied with a shrug.
Emi shook her head in confusion. "Wha– what do you mean?"
Josh looked at her sternly. "You're a bitch."
"Fuck you, you're a bitch!" Emi immediately retorted with spite.
Josh didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked at her and allowed her reply to make his point.
Emi settled down from her small burst of anger and saw what he meant. "Okay, I can be a little aggressive sometimes, but whatever. It's not a big deal."
"Yeah, to some guys, it is," Josh replied. "Some guys like a less confrontational chick. One that'll listen to them and I don't know.. just be more feminine. More attractive. One that acts less like a bully and more like a slut."
"A slut? Hah, okay.. so what? I'm supposed to change my whole personality?"
"No, no, of course not. You're actually fun to be around," Josh replied genuinely. "Stay like that, for sure, but the important part is being able to turn it off when the lights dim low, you know? When the mood starts warming up."
Emi was about to brush him off yet again, but he was actually making sense now.
"Can you do that, Emi? Can you be sexy and submissive in the bedroom?"
She wasn't sure. "I don't fucking know. Maybe? If I tried, maybe, but I'm not a fucking light switch. I can't just flip attitudes like that."
"Listen, I've fucked a lot of girls in my life. The real good ones, the ones I remember.. those are the ones that get sexy. The ones that talk dirty to me. The ones that put effort into pleasing me. That's how you keep your man hard."
Emi considered his advice for a moment. "How.. how many girls.. have you, you know?" she asked curiously.
Josh shrugged. In truth, he didn't have many girlfriends before moving to Los Angeles, so his real body count might not provide the intended effect. Instead, Josh decided to be a little cryptic.
"Uhm, let's see," he began to say as he counted on his fingers. "Four girls, and between them, we've fucked.. a dozen times? Give or take a few rounds."
Emi's face fell flat. "Oh, that's.. I was kind of expecting–"
"In the past week," Josh added, interrupting Emi's sentence.
Now she reacted with surprise, which was Josh's initial expectation. "In the past week? What the fuck?! Are you being serious?"
"Do you want me to drop my pants again?" he asked. He had grown tired of Emi's doubtful nature.
"No, no! It's fine. I– I believe you, hah," she laughed out. "It's just.. a lot, I guess. Wasn't expecting that many. So.. you know all about this stuff then."
"And you'd be smart to listen to me," Josh said, reinforcing his importance in Emiru's head. "If you ever want to have sex again, that is. You can stay sexually frustrated your whole life for all I care."
After a few curious glances and some deep thought, Emi sighed deeply. "Okay, fine! Fine, fine, fine. I want to do this. Just.. uhm, think of the hottest sex you've ever had, and then teach me how to be that girl. Exactly like her. I promise I won't be a.. bitch or whatever. I'll be.. what did you say? Sexy and submissive? Yeah, sexy and submissive. Just.. just show me how."
Josh had to hold back his joy. He was on the job now, and he needed to be professional about it. It was a craft. One that he had honed in Los Angeles, and was now practicing here in Austin. One slip up, and he could mess the whole thing up.
"I'll teach you, but you have to follow all of my directions, okay? The back talk, the sass, the cunty replies.. it stays buried in that dumb brain of yours. Shit talk me all you want in there, but you keep your mouth shut. Got it?"
Emiru immediately opened her mouth to reply, but she caught herself and stayed quiet.
"Ahh, good girl. You're a quick learner," Josh complimented her. It would be important to reward good behavior.
Emi felt so fucking weird. It was in her nature to stick up for herself. Growing up with mostly guy friends and as a female gamer, she was well-versed in making snarky responses. It was almost an instinct.
And now, she was denying that urge and being immediately praised for it. By a super hunky dude, no less.
She didn't know how to feel about the situation, but a warm tingling in her pelvic region convinced her that she was making the right choice.
"Just.. just one thing," Emi offered with a hopeful look on her face. "This whole thing is for me and Miz, okay? That's the main goal here. To help our relationship. And to help me be a better girlfriend for him. We can't forget that. We're doing this for Mizzy Wizzy."
This time, Josh couldn't resist his smile. "Of course. This is all for Mizzy Wizzy. Now, have you ever been bent over and spanked?"
"What the hell?" Emiru replied instantly, doing her best to conceal her flushed cheeks. She thought that mentioning her boyfriend might keep Josh and his fat cock at bay, but he didn't waste a single breath of air before, yet again, taking the conversation too far.
Josh expressed his dissatisfaction by shaking his head. "Jesus, what now? That's one of the tamest fucking questions I could've started with."
"No, it's too far," Emi argued, doing her best to temper Josh's expectations of their little arrangement. "Way too far. You're still a stranger! And you don't need to know that kind of stuff to help me."
Her reluctance wasn't for nothing. Emi had, in fact, been spanked before. Not by Mizkif, but by an ex-girlfriend. An old lover that introduced a paddle into their relationship. She only ever used it on Emi a few times, but it was still a bizarre experience that was ingrained into Emi's core memories. Despite being able to answer Josh with an interesting response, she wasn't about to reveal that information to an opportunistic fuckboy.
"Are you really that much of a prude?" Josh asked her with growing irritation. "It's just a question. Fucking words! Who gives a shit? No wonder your boyfriend can't keep it up. Jesus!"
Emi let out a slack-jawed gasp. In Josh's sudden attitude change, her awareness of the whole situation became heightened.
Josh, the handsome prick of a stranger, stood there with his belt undone, only a foot away from her bed. He towered over her as she laid in her bed, surely capable of doing anything and everything he wanted to her, even if she resisted. When she resisted, that is. Because, of course, she would resist. The outline of his tree trunk cock could still be seen through his jeans, which thoroughly annoyed Emi. It's like he was bragging just by standing there, and suddenly, a voice echoed through her head.
Just.. stay away from him, okay?
Fucking hell. The angel on her shoulder was reminding her of her boyfriend's recent request. As if she didn't have enough on her mind at the moment. Though, it had been his only request, borne of his personal insecurities, and she was already ignoring it.
It was safe to say that Mizkif would not be ecstatic to find Josh inside of her bedroom. He'd surely never let her forget about it, either. Years could pass without incident and he'd still probably bring it up just to annoy her. Just like he did with that dude in Tampa.
A few members of OTK had gone to Florida for a convention the year prior, and they met a guy who ended up being pretty cool, so he hung around after the convention and went bar hopping with them. At the end of the night, the guy exchanged phone numbers with Esfand, and then asked Emi for hers as well. Seeing how Esfand didn't hesitate to provide his, Emi saw no reason to either and proceeded to give him her number.
Right next to Mizkif.
Silent chaos ensued shortly thereafter. Her boyfriend was infuriatingly passive-aggressive on the drive home and for a few days after as well. A massive fight erupted after Emiru finally asked him what he was so mad about, and the two predictably never came to an understanding about the issue. Since that encounter, Miz took every opportunity to ask if she wanted to give out her phone number to any slightly attractive man they came across.
Emiru had to avoid that at all costs.
Just then, the impatient stud snapped his fingers in Emi's face and brought her back to reality. "Hello? Anyone fucking home?"
"Uh, fuck you," Emi finally grunted back. Despite promising to succumb to his sexual guidance, she just couldn't do it. Not easily, anyway. "Don't talk to me like that. Like one of the whores you've fucked in the past week. I'm not them. Don't you ever fucking confuse me for one of them."
"Fat chance of that happening," Josh replied with a scoff. "They were actually fucking memorable."
Emi's hostility was on high at the moment, but his comment actually stung her pride. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked out of genuine curiosity. She didn't want to need his validation, but she did. At least a little bit of it.
"What I mean is.. you're fucking bland, and the girls I've been with weren't. Those were babes. I mean, you're complaining about not keeping Miz hard, but your problem is right in front of you. Think about it. What's more interesting to a guy? A broad who won't answer a simple question or a smoking hot chick who's not afraid to act like a cumslut?"
Everything was fucking sexual to this dude, but Emi gave him some leeway since their conversation was based around her frustrations in the bedroom.
When she didn't answer right away, Josh continued. "A whore sticks in a guy's head for weeks. Months, even. If she's good enough. Just thinking about the things I did to that last one.. haha. That's enough to get me hard. But you! Fucking hell. I'm starting to think you couldn't get me hard even if you wanted to."
Emiru's inner turmoil was bubbling with anger. She was frustrated with Josh's constant teasing, with her boyfriend's soft fucking dick and temper tantrums, with her pussy that kept gushing every time she glanced down at Josh's bulge, and most importantly, with herself.
She didn't want to be a prude. She wasn't a prude. Not at heart. She made fun of prudes and Karens and teacher's pets and brown nosers all her life.
She was just trying to be loyal to her boyfriend. That didn't make her a prude.
Did it?
"Stop fucking lying," Emi barked back. She wasn't going to take his bullshit. She emphasized her next sentence by directing her eyes down towards Josh's obvious bulge. "I can literally see how hard you are right now! And you've been like that for a while! Not.. not that I've been looking, but it's just obvious. You're hard just from talking to me, and I'm not even trying to turn you on. I'm just sitting here!"
Josh looked down at his own groin and laughed. She thought this was him being hard.
He paused for a moment and decided his next move felt right. Enough time had been wasted.
With one swift movement, he lowered his jeans and his briefs down to his ankles, releasing his kraken of a cock.
True to his word, his dick didn't appear to be hard, but Emi's eyes were glued to it still. The impressive girth, the way it hung low from its own weight, the fucking length.. it was hard not to stare. He was definitely a shower, and she cursed herself for egging him on so much. He called her stupid bluff. Why she thought he wouldn't now seemed like a moronic assumption.
Even in his semi erect state, it was still the biggest dick she had ever laid eyes on.
"Uhhh," she hesitated. She wanted to scream. Her brain was shouting at her to scream. But doing so might force Josh to conceal his massive dick and her body physically prevented that from happening. In a moment of fight or flight, she froze.
He slowly began to swing his dick side to side, and he watched as Emi's eyes followed it ever so slightly. The moment reminded him of his second day at the streamer home in Los Angeles. He had revealed himself to the girls and watched their eyes mimic what Emiru's were doing now.
He'd come a long way since then, but there was still plenty left to accomplish.
"Believe it or not, it gets bigger," Josh added, knowing full well that his words might not even be heard by the stunlocked girl.
Despite the gears in her head being disrupted by fat cock, she did manage to hear him. "I believe you," she mumbled in response. Emi could clearly tell he wasn't at full mast. It was a big fucking dick, but there was an obvious limp to it. She could see his cock veins, but they weren't popping out with anger.
It had the potential to be more. So much more. And that potential scared her.
"Yeah?" Josh asked.
"Yeah," Emi cooed back. "I bet it gets so much bigger."
"Bigger than your boyfriend's?" Josh teased.
Emi was mesmerized by every definition of the word, but she was still herself. "Fuck.. fuck off," she replied without looking away. Of course this egotistical prick wanted her to belittle her own boyfriend as he exposed himself to her.
Josh chuckled in response. "You know, it won't get bigger on its own. I'm not a little boy who comes in his tighty-whities every time he sees a pair of boobs."
Emi swallowed hard, realizing that Josh was right. He wasn't a little boy. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
"Do you want to see how big it can get?" Josh asked her. He had to keep the momentum going.
After a brief pause, Emi nodded her head subtly.
"Then you'll have to get it hard to find out, and honestly? I don't think you can."
This time, Emi didn't reply right away. She looked up at him with an adorable annoyance splattered across her face. "I'm not new to this, okay? I can fucking get you hard. And it would be so easy."
Her sexual nature was being questioned, which wouldn't have been a big deal if the guy questioning her wasn't some freakishly attractive hunk. She had to stick up for herself.
"You've got a big ego, you know that?" Josh began to say with a laugh. "We were just talking about you not finishing your boyfriend off. If I had a girlfriend who wasn't cumming her brains out every time we fucked, my confidence would be in shambles. I wouldn't be talking myself up like you're doing."
Emi furrowed her brows. "Oh my fuckkkk. I told you! I literally told you; it could just be him! With the.. you know, with the steroids stuff."
"Prove it then," Josh replied immediately, as if he knew what Emi would say. As if he led her to this exact point in the conversation with a fucking dog leash.
"Prove it?" she asked with a hesitant glance towards his girthy cock. She knew what he meant, but asking bought her some time to think.
"Yeah," Josh replied as he raised one foot in the air to start removing his jeans and briefs completely. Emi watched as the stranger confidently undressed his lower half. She couldn't believe how comfortable he was getting. It was surreal to see someone taking such liberties around her, and yet, at the same time, it was kind of nice meeting someone who didn't care. Someone who immediately matched her antagonistic humor and her blunt mannerisms. He was so fucking straightforward, not putting a single ounce of thought into how he was perceived.
"You shouldn't.." she began to say before shutting up. He wasn't going to listen to her, and she wasn't sure if she even wanted him to.
In truth, Emi envied his confidence. She couldn't help but notice the way his dick swung as he removed his clothes. He was just undressing and still, she was drooling over him. His fucking balls swung with his movements, too. Fuck, they were big. They hung low, like two baseballs in a sack. She immediately wondered how much cum those things could store, and the probable answer was intimidating.
One thing was for sure: satisfying a man like this would leave her in ruins, and the idea left her half terrified and half enthralled.
In her distracted state, she didn't notice the pair of pants hurling towards her. They struck her right in the face before she could even flinch, and that brought her out of her trance.
Emi quickly flung them off her head and to the side. "Asshole," she remarked as Josh chuckled at her. "You know, you don't have to be as big of a dick as the one between your legs, right?"
Josh gave her a confident smirk, but didn't reply. Instead, he grabbed her by her two shins and pulled her to the edge of the bed, positioning her exactly where he wanted.
"Hey!" she blurted out at the sudden movement. She was surprised how easily he adjusted her whole body. "I'm fucking delicate, prick. You think you can do whatever you want just because your dick is big?"
"You love talking about how big I am, don't you?" Josh teased.
"Uh, wha– no.. get over yourself," Emi fumbled out, realizing that she had mentioned his size a little too much. "You're just putting it right in my face.. so it's hard not to notice.. the size, uh.."
Josh ignored her and took a seat on the edge of the bed, right next to her. He wrapped his left arm around her neck and rested it on her shoulder, with his hand grazing her boob.
Emiru could now hear her own heart beating. She was being so passive, letting Josh do and say whatever he wanted, but nothing had gone too far yet. She could've still claimed ignorance up to this point.
Now, though, he was touching her. And not just to shove her out of the way or hold her back from retrieving her journal. This was intimate.
Things were moving fast. Faster than her mind could process.
There was a momentary pause. Emi knew what Josh expected her to do, and he didn't need to say anything further. They both understood what the 'prove it' challenge meant.
Emi looked at him in the eyes briefly and then down at his cock. She hated how much attention it demanded from her. It was harder and longer than before, but still not at full mast. She bit her lip and took a moment to appreciate its features. The bulging head that was making her mouth salivate. The impossibly thick girth that had no chance of fitting in her throat or her cunt. The way it extended halfway down his stocky thigh. It was an utter monster waiting to attack. She could see it move and twitch and grow.
"You know," Emi began to say, "I should.. I should really just kick you out of my room. You're a total, complete stranger, and you're fucking naked. People get arrested for stuff like this."
"Your eyes were begging me to take it out," Josh retorted as he slowly circled the area where her nipples would be if she wasn't wearing her crop top. "And I'm a sucker for begging."
Emi shook her head without breaking eye contact with his cock. "I wasn't begging."
"Your eyes were."
"Uhh," Emi stuttered. "Well, you didn't have to freaking listen to them. They have a mind of their own."
"Didn't just happen once, though. You've been staring at my cock all night," Josh replied. "Just like you're doing now."
Emi's mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was indeed staring at his cock, and she wasn't hiding that fact. Even as he called her out on it, she didn't want to look away.
The hesitancy was boring, so Josh slowly reached over and grabbed Emi's right hand. With no resistance from the small streamer, he brought it over and rested it at the base of his cock.
Without instruction, she wrapped her delicate fingers around it, propping it up and making it appear that much more threatening. Her mouth hung open, allowing her breathy respirations to escape freely.
Emi was even more impressed now that she could feel the humongous fuck tool. The upper portion of his fat cock spilled over her edge of her hand. "I can barely even wrap my hand halfway around it. What the hell," she mumbled as she kept a tight grip on his fat cock. She could feel it pulse in her hand.
"How does it feel?" Josh asked her.
"Uhhh, hah.. oh," she marveled. "It feels.. big. Reallllllly big, and uh.. strong. Heavy, I mean. This thing could.. hah, it could kill someone."
Josh leered at her smugly. He should've taken his cock out way sooner. "Stroke it then, slut. Make it grow."
Emi flinched at his crude remark. "I'm not a slut," she whispered, but still, she did as she was told. She began to move her hand up and down, slowly at first, but her movement gained speed as she became more comfortable. Josh took this opportunity to massage her left tit over her crop top. His massive hand was a good match for Emi's large chest, so it fit perfectly in his palm. If anything, her boobs were a bit bigger than one hand could handle, but Josh certainly wasn't complaining.
"How are you so big?" Emi pondered. She wasn't even trying to coddle his ego; she was genuinely curious. "It's so heavy to hold, and uh.. it keeps getting bigger.."
Josh smiled, thoroughly enjoying the touch of her small, soft hand. She had a firm hold on his cock and her strokes were long and deliberate.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
Emi finally broke her cock staring contest and looked up to meet Josh's gaze. She hated seeing him so cocky, but she understood why he was. It was in the fucking word itself. Cocky. "You know I like it.. shut up," she whined. It was obvious what he was doing. He was seducing her with his words, and she wanted it to stop.
Because it was working.
With a smirk, Josh replied, "Of course you do. I knew you would. Do you want to know why?"
"Uh.. no, but I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway."
"Because you're a.."
"Don't say slut, please," Emi begged.
"I was going to say whore, but yeah, slut works too."
"Ugh, I knew it. I'm.. I'm really not though," Emi pouted as she watched precum ooze from Josh's tip and lubricate his cockhead. Her tongue flicked in her mouth inadvertently, and she hated herself for it.
"You are. I pegged you for a whore the minute I met you."
"No, you didn't," she replied with uncertainty. She was denying everything Josh said, despite the fact that her actions proved otherwise.
"Yes, I fucking did," Josh reiterated, whispering into her ear as she continued jacking him off. "You are a whore, Emiru. A whoreeee. A fucking whore."
Josh could see the impact his words had on the small streamer. Her breaths were audibly heavy, her thighs rubbed together in an attempt to control her soaking wet cunt, and her nipples were as hard as bullets. He made sure to pinch them teasingly with his thumb and forefinger, and a moan escaped from her lips.
"What would your boyfriend say if he walked in right now?" he asked her.
Emi continued pumping his massive cock, but the question hit her like a semi-truck. The combination of being degraded and being reminded of her relationship was a little too much, and she was now acutely aware of his large hand groping her tits greedily.
"He'd throw a tantrum like he always does," Emi mumbled back. Miz was a fucking baby sometimes, but still, he was hers, and she was his. Two years of a relationship was about to be thrown away. There was still time to resist. If she stopped right now, she could salvage her innocence. She could beg Josh to keep this all to himself and no one would ever have to know.
Josh could feel her strokes lose speed. "Hey, don't slow down now. We're just getting started, and my dick isn't fully hard."
"Well, maybe you should jerk yourself off then," she replied coldly as she looked up and away from his cock. Emi was doing her best to avoid staring at the monster dick in her hand. If she didn't, all of her resistance might melt away.
"You know, this is the problem with you," Josh grunted out. His cock was aching. He wanted nothing more than to force Emiru to do what he wanted. He could throw her down and stuff his cock into her stupid fucking mouth so easily. She'd probably be fine with it, too, but there was always a chance that she wouldn't be, and he couldn't risk that. "You're too serious. Guys don't want a stuck-up bitch giving them a handjob. They want a whore. One who will beg to get facefucked until she passes out, and then give permission to fuck her ass until she wakes up."
Emi's breath became deeper as she continued pumping Josh's thick cock. "That's not me, though.. I'm not a whore.. and I don't.. I don't want to get used like that."
"Then get used to tiny flaccid dicks. Just like your boyfriend's," Josh chastised her as she began to pout. "Because that's all you'll ever get. Big dicks like this are for good whores who do what they're fucking told."
Emi looked him in the eyes and pouted once more. She was sick of fighting and she was sick of soft cocks. "Tell me what to say, then. Just fucking tell me, and I'll say it. What do stupid, ugly guys like you want to hear when they're getting jacked off?"
Josh chuckled at her defiance, but he could basically see his verbal pressure finally push through her defenses. Had he finally broken her down?
"Tell how badly you want my cock. Tell me how much it turns you on."
Emi swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
This was for the best. She had to learn how to satisfy a man properly, and dirty talk had a lot to do with that. Her sex life would be fucking amazing from now on and she'd begrudgingly thank Josh down the road for pushing her past her boundaries. Surely, surely.. this was necessary.
"I.. uh, I really, really, uh.. badly want your cock," Emi murmured, stumbling over her words as she spoke. She sped up her strokes and reached over with her left hand to fondle his large balls as well. She could only handle one at a time, and a thrill washed over her as she made contact with them.
"It looks really great.. uhhh, and it's turning me on.. a lot! It's turning me on a lot."
Josh had to fight back a frown from forming on his face. Despite his disappointment, he said nothing.
"I'm.. uhhh, super turned on," Emi continued. "Yeah, for sure. And.. and, I love looking at your dick.. as I stroke it. It's, um.. it's big. I'm.. I'm stroking it with my right hand, and uhhh.."
"Jesus!" Josh shouted out, which startled Emi and forced her to retract her hands. "You're not writing a fucking book report. Um, yes, my left hand is doing this and my right hand is blah blah, like what the fuck?"
Emi's eyes widened in shock. She knew she wasn't doing well, but still! She was jacking him off. That had to have felt good, right?
"Was that seriously you trying?" Josh asked in hopes that she was messing around.
Emi's defiant nature quickly returned. "I fucking told you. I'm not a goddamn whore. I don't have freaking years of experience talking like this!"
Josh looked at her and laughed. He shifted his left hand from her shoulder to the small of her back and then pushed her off the bed, forcing her to stand upright.
"You're a fucking piece of work," Josh belittled her as she found her footing.
Feeling dejected, Emi replied with, "And you're a fucking piece of shit."
"Hey, do you know how deep in some college pussy I could be in right now?" Josh asked her. "UT Austin is like five miles away. A few swipes on Tinder and I'd have a fucking threesome set up within the hour, but no. Instead, I'm here helping you."
Emi had no rebuttal. She didn't doubt his capabilities at all.
"That was an actual question," Josh badgered her. "Answer it."
Emi rolled her eyes at him. How far in some girl's pussy could he be in right now? "Balls deep," she replied with a sigh.
"Balls deep, yes. Exactly fucking right. I could be balls deep in some freshman's cunt right now, and she'd be thanking me for it."
Again, Emi didn't doubt him. Here he was getting a handjob from Emi and she was in a freaking long term relationship. Single Emi might not have put up as much of a fight.
"I was trying my fucking best, okay?" she replied in her own defense. "I want your help, dude, but I can't be what I'm not."
After a brief staredown, they both took heavy sighs.
She was right. She couldn't just pretend to be a slut; she had to be transformed.
"I can make you into a whore," Josh finally said, breaking the silence.
Emi was coming to realize that he used the words 'whore' and 'slut' pretty loosely. He clearly just meant being a good lover in bed for Miz. "A whore for my boyfriend, right?" she asked, just to be sure.
Josh shook his head though. "No, fuck that. A whore for me. I'm going to break you down and turn you into a fucking cumdump. My cumdump. I'll train you until you're basically a cheap prostitute, but without the pay. Maybe I'll actually charge you to fuck me. Then, once you've learned your place and learned it well, Miz can have you back. It's the only way this'll work."
Emi let out a chuckle that dripped with disbelief. "You're fucking crazy," she blurted out. "No, more than that. You're what happens when crazy people go insane. There's nothing in your fucking head that lets you think normally!"
"Hey, number one, that's a good thing. I'd rather be a psycho than a fucking NPC like you, and number two, if I teach you how to please me, just imagine how happy you can make Miz. He'll treat you like a goddamn princess after I show you how to be a proper woman."
"Number one," Emi replied mockingly, "your fucking mom is an NPC, and number two, he's not going to want me back if you turn me into your own personal whore!" Emi's responses came with her familiar roar, but she didn't realize that her main objection was based on her boyfriend's perspective and not her own personal opinion. "He'll probably break up with me if he ever finds out I was even touching your dick. He would definitely consider that cheating."
"Well, he won't hear it from me. I like messing around with you behind his back," Josh gloated.
Emi rolled her eyes and let a smile slip. "Oh my god. Of course you like that. You're an animal."
"And you're a cunt who doesn't know when to stop talking. We're both flawed. Now, get on your knees."
Emi stared at him and wished that he wasn't such an arrogant asshole. She'd probably give in if he was even a tiny bit nicer. No, fuck that. If he even said please in his last sentence, she would've listened.
But he didn't. Because he's a prick. A prick who doesn't deserve her. "So, okay. You're a fucking scumbag who likes flirting with girls who are in relationships, you can't take no for an answer, and you're a sexist pig. Anything else I should jot down under the 'reasons you'll never fuck me' column?"
As fun as their banter was, Josh could feel Emiru slipping through his fingers. He had to do something to reel her back in.
"I don't think women should have rights," he said plainly.
Fucking fuck. He doubled down.
"Uh, what?" Emi asked, shaking her head to try to understand what she just heard. "Women shouldn't have rights?!"
"Yeah, well.. no," Josh said, seemingly about to backtrack his statement. "That's a little far, I think. I just think they shouldn't be able to make their own decisions."
Emi was hopeful for a second there, but that was quickly dispersed.
Josh continued. "In a perfect world, I wouldn't have to keep arguing with you just to get some head. I'd just slap your face a few times, show you how weak you really are, force you down to your knees, and then we'd both how much of a bitch you can be with a cock slamming in and out of your throat."
Emi felt the hairs on her arms stand up. This guy really was a fucking psycho. He was a walking red flag and everything about his dialogue was signaling Emi to run out of the room and not look back until she was safely in her boyfriend's arms.
But her cunt was on fucking fire. The way he spoke about her like she was a slab of meat.. the way he described how he'd use her.. it was forcing her to stay still and get more answers.
"You're talking about rape.." Emi finally replied.
"Ehh, not really. You'd enjoy it too, but it's just a different kind of pleasure. Once I break you in, you'll understand."
Emi scoffed. "If you think I'll actually let you do any of that, you should be in an insane asylum with two fucking strait jackets on."
Josh laughed at that one. "And who's going to put me there? Are you going to call the police on me, Emiru?"
For whatever reason, she immediately responded by shaking her head. "No! Of course not. You're.. I don't know. You're kind of okay to talk to, but if you fucking try anything, yes, maybe I will call the police! So don't even think about it."
Josh looked at her for a bit, wondering if he should call her bluff. "You know, I could feel how hard your nipples were when I was calling you a whore," Josh replied casually. "You liked it, and it doesn't have to be this big deal that you're making it out to be. Most women like being degraded. Slapped, choked, spit on, spanked, you name it. Women love that shit. They love being used."
"I don't," Emi replied right away. She was losing control of the conversation fast and had to regain some authority. "And even if I did, I'd only share that with my boyfriend. Some women like that submissive stuff, sure, but it's only with people they trust! You take it way too far when you say women shouldn't make their own decisions with all of that stuff."
Josh began to stroke his cock as he replied. "I think women don't know what they want until they get it. The less respect you give them, the less opportunities they have to refuse what they really want."
"And what's that, Mr-All-Knowing-Big-Dicked-Psychopath? What do all women want?" Emi growled out.
"They want to be used," Josh answered. "They don't want a fucking career or a degree or respect. Those are just distractions. They want a big pair of balls to worship, a donkey dick to match, and that's it. Give a girl that, and she won't even care if she's treated like a human. She'll be used like a fuck slave and be thankful for it."
Emi stood there, breathless. After a few moments, she finally responded. "And they want that more than they want rights and respect, huh?"
Josh nodded. "Now you're getting it. If women were getting fucked properly on a daily basis, they wouldn't get all stir crazy and get offended at everything. Like, if a secretary walks into the boss's office to complain about being paid half of what her coworker makes, the boss should be able to fuck her throat for an hour or two until she's completely dumb and cock drunk. He gets a free blowjob, she gets a stomach full of cum, and with any luck, he was rough enough to give her short term memory loss, so the bitch won't even remember what the original complaint was. Everyone wins."
Emi could feel her pussy gush again, but she wasn't going to listen this time. He couldn't be rewarded for being an asshole anymore.
"You're batshit insane. The world can't work like that, and the way you're talking, I wouldn't be surprised if you've raped women in the past, so I'm going to very politely ask you to get the fuck out of my room."
"Awh, did the truth hit a little close to–"
"Now, Josh. I fucking mean it," Emiru demanded. "You were fun to talk to; I can admit that, but it's late and Miz could walk in at any moment. Get out."
Josh could tell that she wasn't messing around this time. He'd have to call it quits for now. There was always tomorrow, but not if he pushed his luck. More than he already had, anyway.
With two hands in the air, Josh conceded. "I tried my best, but you might be a lost cause. Let me know if you change your mind, slut."
Emi faked a smile and rushed him out of her room after he put his pants back on.
As soon as she slammed the door shut, Emi leaned her back against it and slid to the floor. With a heavy sigh, she felt like she could breathe for the first time in the past hour. What the fuck was she doing giving Josh a handjob? Had she gone completely insane?
Her relationship aside, Mizkif was her fucking landlord. If he found out, she'd be out on her ass with nowhere to go. She'd fuck over her OTK relationships, she'd have to take a break from streaming, and all for some fuckhead with a nice dick.
It was a really nice dick, to be fair.
But that was way too close of a call. She almost gave in to him. She wanted to so badly. Her body did, anyway, but her heart said no. Or perhaps it was the heavy sexist rhetoric that really threw her off.
All she knew was that she had betrayed her boyfriend's trust, and she was still no closer to solving her relationship issues. In fact, they were probably worse off now. Josh had filled her mind with fucking nonsense, and images of his cock kept flashing randomly in her head.
It really was a really, really nice cock.
But she resisted it. Her hand was on it, and she managed to resist. Maybe that made her relationship stronger?
Eh, that was a stretch. Copium. But still, she didn't give in.
Emiru let out another huge sigh, and the urge to see her boyfriend suddenly washed over her. She wanted to make it up to him, even though he didn't know anything needed to be reconciled. Other than that shit about World of Warcraft..
Emi suddenly laughed out loud. Almost deliriously so.
World of fucking Warcraft. That disagreement seemed so lame now. Being with Josh had changed her perspective in ways that she didn't even understand yet, but they left her wildly intrigued. As sexist as he was, he kept her thoroughly entertained, and her panties were proof of that. With the intensity of her situation dying down, her soaking underwear was getting uncomfortable, and she rose to change out of them.
The first thing she noticed when she opened the top drawer of her dresser was that half of her underwear seemed to be missing. Emi was confused for a second, and then realized that Josh had been in this drawer recently. That's how he found her journal. That motherfucking pervert.
But a smile crept onto her face nonetheless, and she was glad that Josh wasn't there to call her out on it. It was inadvertent. Something about Josh being interested in her underwear and her personal thoughts was endearing.
She groaned to herself. It was annoying how much she let him get away with.
Looking through her remaining panties, only the hoe-ish ones remained.
That's what Miz called them, anyway. But he did it out of spite, hoping that his words would prevent her from wearing them casually around their friends. She apparently flashed her panties one too many times, and he blew up at her about it in private. The prick.
Of course, she conceded and apologized, but it's not like it was her fault. She was just bending over or stretching or doing regular human shit. She wasn't trying to attract her roommates' attention. Most of them were fat and unattractive, but that didn't matter when it came to Mizkif's insecurities. Logic didn't mean much there.
Emi suddenly chuckled at the comparison. Josh had gone ahead and made sure she could only wear her hoe panties while her boyfriend tried to prevent that from happening altogether. An interesting thing to
note, but she wasn't sure what it meant.
In a moment of defiance, Emiru chose the tiniest g-string she had. Slipping off her pajamas and wet panties, she could see the sopping mess she'd left in her previous undergarments. Josh did that. Just by talking to her. Or.. talking down to her. And showing off his cock, of course. How could she have possibly been turned on by that? By his degrading, sexist dialogue? By his completely unacceptable and rude fuckboy bullshit? By his cock? His.. his massive.. terrifying.. drool-inducing behemoth of a monster cock?
Fuck. Emiru shuddered as a tingling wave of pleasure washed over her. She clutched at her own cunt and the touch made her shudder once more. Holy fuck, had the thought of his cock just given her a mini climax? That motherfucking cock sucking.. no. There was no way. That didn't just happen.
Ugh. Josh was in her fucking head.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she quickly put the g-string on, which was shortly followed by her classic pair of pajamas. She tugged on the waistband strings of her g-string and made sure they could be seen.
Why? She wasn't sure, but it felt right.
With a confident smirk, she walked out of her closet. As much as Miz irked her, she still had an incredible urge to see him. Josh was taking up way too much space in her head, and Miz would be the perfect way to put an end to that.
She popped her head out of her room to make sure Josh wasn't lurking around the corner, and when the coast was clear, she headed out to locate her boyfriend.
Mizkif was closing the door to his streaming room just as Emi walked down the stairs.
"You done streaming?" she called out as she approached him with a smile. It was so nice seeing him again.
Miz immediately noticed the incredibly sexy and provocative way she was wearing her underwear, but he chose to ignore it since she was still probably upset about dying in World of Warcraft, and none of their roommates were around anyway. This feast was just for his eyes.
"Yeah, I just ended the stream. Fucking chat kept asking me to check on you. Can you believe it?" Miz joked.
Emi rolled her eyes. "Of course they did. Probably thought I was crying in my room or something, haha."
"Right? I swear, all of your simps flooded into the stream and wouldn't stop spamming. Had to ban like fifty people," Miz replied while shaking his head. "So, uh.. are you okay?"
Emi joined him in walking towards the kitchen and was caught off guard by his question. "Uhm, yeah? Of course I'm okay. Why, uh.. why wouldn't I be?"
She did her best to not sound suspicious as thoughts of Josh and his cock flashed in her head, but in her attempt, the opposite was accomplished.
Miz gave her a weird stare. "Because.. you died at level fifty-seven. We were so fucking close! And the raid is this weekend. You're the only one that's restarting this late, so.. I don't know. Thought you'd be more bummed."
Emi hesitated and wondered if perhaps she should appear more sad, but opted against it. "Nahhh. To be honest, I'm kinda over it. You guys will be fine without me anyway, and I've got other stuff on my mind."
Fuck. That last sentence just slipped out of her mouth.
"Oh, really?" Miz asked. "What the hell else could you be focused on? We've been grinding WoW for almost an entire month straight. Soda just taught us how to build our classes the right way, so you'd actually be in a good spot to restart. The hell's going on with you?"
Man, he was not going to let this go easily. And it made sense. Mizkif and Emi had spent hundreds of hours grinding the game together over the past several weeks. They were a part of a guild that was being taken pretty seriously by everyone in their friend group, so Emi's nonchalant attitude was bizarre.
"I don't fucking know, man," she replied, trying her best to come up with a reason that wasn't Josh's cock. "I'm just burnt out, maybe. Sick of dying and restarting all the time."
Miz shook his head again. That didn't make sense. "But it's easy fucking content. Do you know how many times your death is going to get clipped this time? I just rewatched it on stream, and it was fucking golden. Everyone was panicking when Wake pulled all six of those ugly-looking fuckers in the dungeon, and we were yelling at everyone to petri, but you just froze up. It was great!"
Emi rolled her eyes and grabbed some grapes from the fridge. "I know! It was fun for a while, but I'm over it, dude. I'm not restarting all the way over just to have you yell at me when I die again. That fucking sucked."
Mizkif could tell when she was firm on one of her opinions, so he let it go. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry about that, by the way. I just wanted us to be at the raid together, so I was mad that you didn't listen to me."
Emi smiled over her shoulder as she washed her fruit. "It's fine, dude. Like I said, I'm over it. Do, uh.. do you want to cuddle on the couch?"
Miz rolled his eyes and jokingly groaned, "Ugh, I guess so. If I have to!"
The two giggled as they walked over and got comfy, putting on a random movie they found on Netflix and covering themselves in a blanket. Miz put his arm around Emi and they snuggled in closely, taking turns eating from the large bowl of grapes.
Miz reached out to hold her hand and felt how cold it was. "Jesus, your hands are freezing, Emi!"
He then rubbed her left hand with both of his own to generate some heat and brought it up to his mouth to blow some warm air.
"I think Russel turned the temperature way down," she mentioned. "He always fucking does that. How many times have I told him that I hate the cold?"
Miz laughed. "He's got all that weight on him that keeps him warm. You're fucking skin and bones, haha."
Emi grinned at the size comparison as Miz blew another breath of hot air into her hand. He suddenly stopped and began smelling it.
"Your hand smells weird," he commented, sniffing it further to try to pinpoint exactly what the smell was.
"Maybe it's just your fucking breath, genius," Emi quipped back as Miz kept a firm grip on her arm.
"No, it's not that, fuckhead. It's.. what is that?" Miz now had her hand pressed up to his nose.
Emi looked at him in confusion, but the realization hit her shortly after.
Josh's fucking balls.
This was the hand she used to massage his massive nuts. She never bothered to wash her hands after that fucking handjob that lasted several minutes. Emi was so in her own head about the consequences of what they did that washing the evidence away never occurred to her. And now, her loving boyfriend was essentially getting secondhand tbagged.
Emiru was horrified, but she knew she had to hide her reaction. Pulling away suddenly or acting weird would just make him more suspicious. But why the fuck was he putting her hand up against his face like that? Fuck, fuck, fuck.. things were snowballing.
Miz moved her hand away briefly and squinted his eyes at her, as if he had come to a dirty conclusion. "You were fucking touching yourself, weren't you?"
A small wave of relief washed over her. Emi bit her lip, and then smiled weakly. "Maybe, heh. I.. uh, I missed you, and you were still streaming, so.. uh, I kind of masturbated a little bit. Nothing crazy.."
Miz chuckled. "And you used your left hand? You're right-handed, though. You must've gone to town, huh? Fucking double-handing it?"
Emi giggled nervously, but didn't respond. Just as she thought she was in the clear, Miz suddenly turned towards her hand again and began dousing it with kisses, thinking his frenzy would be seen as primal and elevate the sexual mood. The two hadn't messed around in over a week, and Miz was aching for some attention.
"Okay, okay, that's enough, haha. You're so gross," she teased just as she would if her lie had been real. It was hard not to feel embarrassed for her boyfriend. He didn't know what he was really doing, but she did, and it was humiliating.
"What? I miss you. We haven't really, you know.. recently," Miz whined as he let go of her hand. Emi retracted it quickly and watched as Miz popped a grape into his mouth. Only then did she realize that her right hand was used to jack Josh's dick off, and she had been picking and choosing the best grapes this whole time, which left very few of them unscathed by her soiled touch.
But this was perfect. She could make it all up to him right now. She could give him a blowjob and fuck his brains out, and that would certainly compensate for her rendezvous with Josh and for accidentally feeding Miz cock-flavored grapes.
"Mm, I was actually just thinking the same thing!" she cooed back, planting a kiss on his cheek to express her excitement. She looked around the room before her next sentence to make sure no one else was around. "I was.. uh, super fucking wet earlier. Thinking about you, of course, obviously." God, she was bad at lying. "And I found a good playlist that we can play while we.. uh, do it, heh."
"Oh, really?" Miz replied in surprise. A witty remark popped in his head and he smirked. "I honestly don't think it'll fucking matter much, though."
"And why is that?" Emi replied curiously as her boyfriend's hands caressed her thigh. She wanted him so badly.
Looking her directly in the eye, he answered, "Because.. you're going to be moaning so loud, the last thing we'll be able to hear is your music."
Emi's jaw dropped in genuine surprise. It was so refreshing hearing her own boyfriend be as sexually confident as a certain someone had been all night. Even if it was misplaced.. Miz had never been able to make her moan very loudly in the past, but still. Some fake confidence never hurt anyone.
"Oh my god! Miz!" she exclaimed. "That was so good! Haha. You're really going to give it to me, huh?"
"Damn right," he replied as his hand reached her butt. He was as hard as a rock and couldn't wait to tear Emi's clothes off. He acknowledged the fact that they'd had some problems in the past, but he'd been taking pills to help boost his sexual endurance, and he was hoping they would pay off tonight.
Emi giggled in anticipation. "Are you going to stay hard for me this time or should I get that strap on that you got in your PO box?"
The question completely floored Miz, and Emi regretted her joke after seeing the reaction on his face. She was just trying to mix some humor into the sexual tension, but it did not land at all.
"Why the hell would you say that?" he asked after a brief staredown.
"I was just joking! Come on, you know I was joking," Emi replied in somewhat of a panic. She really wasn't trying to ruin the mood.
Miz's hand retreated back to his own side and he loosened his embrace. "Yeah, okay, but asking if I'm going to stay hard? Like hey, I know your fucking dick never works so let me just make fun of it real quick. Ha, ha, so funny. I mean, really?"
"I think you're exaggerating just a little fucking bit," Emi quipped back. She was not about to let this snowball into some big argument. "My joke fucking sucked, but I didn't mean it in a bad way, and you know that. Being a baby about it isn't going to fix anything."
"Oh, so I'm being a baby about it? Fuck me then. I guess making jokes about your stuff would be fine, too? Like if I made fun of your stalkers, that'd be cool? Or how scared you were before I let you live here? Or how about–"
Miz continued berating her, but Emi tuned him out. His voice became white noise as she saw her entire night going down the drain.
And it was all her fault. She was being a fucking bitch. She just couldn't keep her mouth shut.
The couple was seconds away from tearing each other's clothes off, and she just couldn't keep her fucking mouth shut.
Josh had been right all along.
All Emi had to do was sweet talk her boyfriend. Tell him how much of a man he was. Let him take control, and they'd surely be in a world of pleasure right now.
She cursed herself. Emi had been in so many arguments in the last few hours alone, and it wasn't improving anything. Not her relationships, not people's perception of her, and not her mental health. She was over it.
It was time. It was time to give into the only person who could fix her.
"Emi! Emi!!" Miz shook her back to reality. "Just.. ignore everything I said, okay? I don't want to fight anymore. Maybe we should just keep our mouths closed for the rest of the night. Then we can't say stupid shit to each other and argue more."
"I agree," she replied nonchalantly.
Miz felt relieved. He thought that he might've fucked over his chances of being with her tonight. "Good! Thank god, haha. So, uh.. do you want to head up to your room? Or fuck it, we can go to mine, too. It is technically closer, if you can't wait that–"
Emi picked up on what he was saying, but she was on a completely different page than he was.
"I'm not in the mood anymore," she mumbled out as she removed the blanket and stood up.
"Emi! Just.. hold on," Miz called out to her, but she wasn't listening. She leaned down to grab the bowl of grapes they were sharing, and Miz grabbed the opposite end out of frustration.
Emi looked at him with empathy. She didn't want to leave him here eating the fruit seasoned with remnants of Josh's cock, especially while she went to do what she was about to.
"Uh, all the good ones are gone. These are all wrinkly and stuff.. I can get you some more!"
Miz looked at the bowl and disagreed. "Yeah, right! You were going to sneak them up to your room. If you're going to keep me blue-balled, at least leave me the fucking grapes."
Pity filled the glare that Emi shot at her loving boyfriend. She curled her lip into a half-smile and walked out of the living room, ignoring the apologies and protests that filled the air. Before turning the corner, she glanced back to see Miz spitefully tossing another one of the spherical fruits into his mouth, and she wondered how many cock-flavored grapes it would take to equal one lick of Josh's real cock. There had to be a scientific way to answer the question somehow.
This degenerate line of thinking was the only thing her mind could focus on as she walked upstairs to the spare bedroom that was closest to her own room.
She figured Josh would want to be as close in proximity to her as possible, just in case an opportunity to fuck her arose, and she was right.
"Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty eight.."
The muscular hunk that she had gotten a little too familiar with was doing push-ups, wearing only shorts to cover his body. Emi admired his back muscles for a brief moment as Josh finished his third set of thirty-three reps.
"Look who it is," Josh proclaimed as he sat upright on his knees. He was huffing loudly from his exercise, but the smile on his face was louder.
Emi didn't say anything in return. She didn't mock his form or make fun of him for working out so late or ask when his aforementioned threesome would be taking place.
She simply walked in and bent over his bed, making sure her ass stuck out. She was presenting herself to him.
"What? Is this some kind of joke?" Josh asked as he wiped sweat from his forehead and stood up. "Or have you finally come to your senses?"
Emi looked over her shoulder while keeping her back as arched as she could. "Just.. shut the fuck up and show me how to be a whore."
Josh laughed at her unending insubordination, brushing his hands together to remove whatever dust was leftover from his contact with the floor. Emi looked fucking good. Her arch was solid for someone who clearly didn't get spanked as often as she should be. The outline of her ass was clear, despite her wearing loose pajamas. She wasn't the curviest girl in the world, but she wasn't lacking either. Her ass was fucking nice.
Josh could smell a trap, though. He was confident that Emi was here to receive what Josh had promised her, but there was a slight chance some trickery was involved, so he walked over to the bedroom door, glanced out into the hallway, and then locked it shut.
Walking back to Emi, she made no adjustments as she awaited her teachings.
"How did you know I was going to start with spanking?" Josh asked her as he sat on the bed next to her and reached out to massage her firm ass. It had more jiggle to it than he initially thought, and he had to resist biting his knuckle. This was going to be fun.
"You.. uh, you asked me if I had been spanked before," Emi replied with hesitation. "So, I figured.. I figured that's the first thing you wanted to do."
She was nervous and anxious, but hopeful as well. Hopeful that this would help her in the long run. She braced herself for a few harsh spankings, but she hoped Josh wouldn't take it too far. Five at most, she thought to herself.
"And am I supposed to be spanking your pajamas, you dumb fuck?" Josh asked harshly.
Emi noticed the change in his tone. "Uh.."
"Get on your knees," he demanded.
Emi realized that an order had come in and she was probably supposed to obey it. Without speaking, she pushed herself up and off the bed and got on her knees in front of Josh, which she found to be slightly entertaining. It was kind of fun to be bossed around and just having to listen to someone tell you what to–
THWACK
Josh delivered a heavy slap to Emi's right cheek, which sent her crumbling to the ground in the opposite direction.
"Sit the fuck back up," he roared at her.
Emi, however, was completely shell shocked. She reached up to hold her stinging cheek while looking back at Josh with resentment. "You fucking.." she began to say before quickly shutting up. Admittedly, she had gone into this without knowing what to expect, but this certainly wasn't it, and Josh clearly had no intention of easing her into it.
Her brain finally made the correct choice of just going along with it and obeying. With a less enthusiastic attitude, she sat back up into her initial position.
"When I spank you, I expect a bare ass waiting for me. Not pajamas, not sweats, not even a pair of fucking panties. A bare ass, got it?"
Emi nodded fervently as her cheek reddened. Her skin was so pale that the color change was that much more apparent.
THWACK
Even though she was obeying, Josh slapped her again, which knocked her to the ground once more.
That one surprised Emi as well. She had agreed with him, so what was there to punish?
"Up," Josh demanded.
He was so forceful. Emi could feel how powerful each of his hits were, and how they impacted her small body. She could also tell that he wasn't putting his full force behind them. If he had, she might end up on the opposite side of the room or perhaps her head might spin so fast, her neck would snap.
As she got back to her place, Emi began to plead. "Uhm, Josh.. maybe we can.. lay down some ground rules? For this whole.. arrangement–"
THWACK
Another heavy slap. Emi tried to brace herself for it, but still, she was knocked to the ground. Josh was so fucking strong, and her cheek was blaring with pain. Emi was actually impressed by his sheer strength, and her cunt began to react to the rough treatment by tingling and moistening.
She sat back up and looked Josh in the face, saying nothing.
"What were you saying? Something about ground rules?" Josh asked her innocently, as if answering his question wouldn't be accompanied by another slap.
The dynamic was horribly off balanced. Emi was half his size, on her knees with her black hair astray, and she was flinching every other second, expecting another blow to come. And Josh liked seeing her like this. He just stared at her stoically, like a man befit for his current position.
She didn't want to be slapped again, but she wanted to get her opinion out, so she very quickly recited her whole sentence.
"Ijustthinkthatweshouldhaveasafewordorsomerulesinplacesonoonegetshurt!" she managed to get out in one smooth breath.
THWACK
Expectedly, another slap rained down on Emi's right cheek, and she fell to the floor once more. Goosebumps covered her arms as the pain became more familiar, and she realized that she was enjoying it. No matter what she did, Josh was going to deliver his punishment. She was a toy to him.
She bounced back quicker this time and sat up to face him.
"The only one getting hurt is you, and it's a part of the training, so get used to it."
Emi pouted, but she understood. "Do, uh.. do you want me to thank you? Each time you slap me?"
Josh instinctually raised his hand and moved to deliver another painful slap, but he stopped short of her face. Emi had her eyes closed shut, expecting the blow to land, but it never did, so she opened them cautiously.
"I'm still going to slap you because I think it's funny," Josh began to say, "but that's actually a good question. If you appreciate my training and what I'm doing for you, absolutely you should thank me. I think a good whore would do that, and you want to be the best whore you can be, right?"
Emi nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, sir, I can do that. Uhm, thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you! For.. for the other slaps you already–"
THWACK
Another slap landed on her right cheek, and this one really tumbled her down to the ground. "Fuck, Josh! You, ow.. you really like doing that when I'm not expecting it, huh?" she groaned as she rubbed her cheek and sat back up.
Josh looked at her expectedly, and her eyes widened. "Oh shoot! Fuck, sorry. Thank you, sir, for slapping the shit out of me. I already forgot about it! My bad."
Josh chuckled at her. "Dumb as fucking rocks. You're lucky you're pretty, Emi."
Realizing that the main part of her slapping punishment was over, she dared a little rebuttal. "Hey! It's hard to remember stuff when I'm getting my shit fucking rocked over and over."
"I've met plenty of girls who don't have trouble thanking me after I slap them, and they were fucking braindead bimbos. You're stupid, and that's okay. It's actually good for what we're doing," Josh reasoned.
Emi pouted in return. She didn't really want to be perceived as stupid, despite the fact that it would help with whatever she was doing with Josh.
"Say it," he demanded. "Tell me what you are."
With a heavy sigh, Emi accepted her role and replied, "I'm stupid."
"Again."
"I'm stupid!" Emi repeated more loudly. She was not sure how he could possibly gain satisfaction from this, but he clearly did.
"Again, damn it!"
Emi rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, I'm fucking stupid! I'm as dumb as a bag of rocks! I'm dumber than all of the braindead bimbos you've fucked, okay?! You told me something and I forgot it a second later. That's how dumb I am. I've always been that dumb, and I'll always be that dumb. Forever and ever. Happy now?"
Josh gave her a nod of approval and stood up, grabbing his phone to set up a timer. "Okay, we're going to head over to your room, and I'll spank your ass there, but first.. I want to choke you out a little bit."