"So wait, what happened?" Rae asks, exasperated.
"I thought I dropped something of Leslie's down the sink so I put my face really close to the drain to try and see it, and I accidentally turned on the faucet with my hand since I couldn't see." You explain in a practiced tone meant to make you sound like you feel stupid.
Rae laughs again, like she laughed the first time you explained why your hair was wet, and why you took so long in the bathroom. You feel bad lying to her, but right now what you feel awful about is how you made Leslie feel. She was ready to make some kind of real connection in there, the bathroom of all places, and your fantasizing mind took you from the reality of the situation.
Rae checks her phone, "Hey babe, I've got like an hour left till stream okay?"
You nod, "Yeah, I can leave in an hour. Actually, do you wanna play anything tonight?"
An affectionate smile spreads across her face, "You mean just the two of us?"
You give her a kiss on the cheek, "I think that sounds pretty fun, don't you?"
Rae nods enthusiastically, "Okay okay, what game? This is our first game just the two of us since you moved, people are gonna freak out!"
You scratch your head in thought, "Hmm… Do you play horror games?"
She slaps a palm to her forehead, "Oh no. I should've known, Toast loves making people play horror games."
"Hey, I'm not Toast! I just want to bond with my wonderful girlfriend." You say, wrapping your arms around Rae in dramatized affection.
She scoffs sarcastically, "Um, and scare me too!" She shakes her head and begins to giggle before wrestling you down onto the bed. The two of you play fight, with Rae ending up laying on top of you. She nestles her chin against your chest as she smiles at you.
"Ugh, fine! What game?" She rolls her eyes playfully.
The movement of your diaphragm from your chuckling moves her body up and down on top of you, making you both laugh even harder. Despite everything that's happened since you got to this house, somehow you feel much better now. You feel far away from it all. You know that Rae is enough for you, but then again is she really if you are still pursuing other women? You decide to put a pin in that thought.
Finally an hour passes and Rae's scheduled start time rolls around.
"I'm supposed to be live at 9, so you've got plenty of time before we play." You say as you leave. She stops you before you can leave and kisses you on the cheek, to which you respond by wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her full lips, closing your eyes to experience the stillness of the moment. She stands with you and basks in it before the two of you break away and you walk out into the hallway, shutting the door behind you.
You hear noise coming from Miyoung's room. With the door still closed you can't exactly tell what it is, but since Rae is streaming you suppose she could be too. You continue down the hallway a few more steps before happening upon a door you have not yet seen open.
Tina's room. You shift your footing to peek inside and immediately catch the eye of Tina, whom you were not expecting to be inside for some reason. She gives you a friendly smile and gets up from her chair, walking over to the doorway.
"You headed out?" She asks.
You look up and down the hall quickly to make sure no one else hears you. You and Rae are officially a secret now, after all. Not exactly to Tina though.
"Yeah, Rae is streaming now. I'm just gonna go home." You say in a hushed voice.
Tina squints at you, looking you up and down with an inquisitive glare. She folds her arms across her chest, "Are you okay?"
"Why do people keep asking me that?" You say in a slightly more raised tone.
Tina raises her eyebrows, "Probably because you seem like you're not okay." She takes a step back into her room, "Wanna talk about it?"
You take a deep breath and weigh your options. Talking about a thing like what happened with Leslie would be tough, but as far as you currently know Tina is the only person that knows that you've had sex with more than one woman in Los Angeles. She does think that the only other person is herself at the moment, but it might be okay if that changed.
You stand in the hallway for a moment trying to determine if you can trust Tina enough not only to keep your secrets, but to not judge you for them.
Tina waits just past her doorway patiently, almost appearing to understand that this takes some level of nerve to do. You see her face and how genuine the look in her eye is and are convinced. You nod hesitantly and walk past her into her bedroom, hearing her close the door gingerly behind you.
You stand in the middle of her room, not exactly sure where to sit. In the nicest words you can think of, her space is nothing like any of the common spaces in the house. In less nice words, it is a mess. Tina sits back down in her chair, but grimaces in realization when she looks at your wandering eyes.
"Sorry about the mess. I just don't have much room for all my stuff, you know? You can just sit on my bed!"
You step past a few miscellaneous items over to Tina's bed and have a seat.
"So what seems to be the problem, hm?" Tina asks.
You exhale sharply through your nose, amused and touched by Tina's enthusiasm for making you feel better. "Well I seem to have gotten myself in a few… difficult situations that I'm not necessarily sure how to navigate."
Tina nods with furrowed brows, "Mhm, mhm…" She taps a finger against her chin. "And what kind of situations are we dealing with here?"
You sigh, "That is sort of a difficult question."
"Hey, you don't have to tell me," Tina says, "but the way I see it, we've already had secret sex in front of my roommate who you also had sex with. Whatever else you have going on, I think I can handle it."
You chuckle, "Believe it or not, my situations are actually somewhat related to that."
Tina's eyes grow wide and she leans forward, "Does Rae know I was behind the counter sucking you off?"
"No!" You cackle, "You were very sneaky, no worries there."
She breathes a sigh of relief, "Okay, good!"
"It's just, you're not the only person that's happened with." You say slowly, your mouth almost having trouble forming the words.
Tina gawks at you, "You haven't fucked other girls behind our kitchen counter, have you?"
You slap your hand to your face, "No Tina, not that."
She giggles, "I was kidding, I was kidding."
You shake your head in disappointment. "I've had sex with a few other women since I moved here. Besides you."
Tina looks more impressed than anything, much to your surprise. "Really? Who?"
"I'm not super sure I should say." You reply carefully.
She rolls her eyes, "Come on! You really don't trust me after I set you up with that date spot for Rae and still didn't tell her we fucked?"
You sit back a bit on the bed. "Now that I think about it, why didn't you tell her?"
"Because I like seeing my friends happy. Rae is my friend and I know she likes you, and you're my friend now too! Also, your dick is really really good."
If you hadn't just had sex with Leslie you have a feeling that statement would've made your imagination go places. "Well you're also friends with these other people."
Tina smiles, "That's great! I think you're a great person, I'm glad they're all getting to know you! Plus, that thing is too good not to share." She points between your legs.
You cross your legs and gawk in slight embarrassment. "Hey, that thing has a person attached to it. And that person is kinda confused right now."
Tina waves a dismissing hand at you, "Oh come on. Just tell me who the others are already."
You consider for a moment, "Fine. It's Jodi and Leslie, plus Miyoung but she only kind of counts because we haven't actually had sex."
Again Tina's expression reads nothing but impressed. "Dang, dude. You haven't even been here that long. Wait you've fucked everyone in this house?"
You put a hand up, "No, not Miyoung. Although she has been teasing me and leading me on since I first met her. The things I want to do to her are… well that I should definitely not talk to you about."
Tina laughs, "Oh, that's good. Sounds like she's having fun riling you up."
"Well it's working." You confirm.
Tina nods, "Maybe at some point you should just go for it. Don't let her dictate the relationship the whole time, you know? Just make sure you know boundaries too before you get too into kinky stuff."
You consider that for a moment, "Yeah, that's probably true. Thanks Tina."
"Anytime. Anything else on your mind?"
You think for a second, "When I had sex with Leslie, I like zoned out and was too rough. She said it wasn't good for her."
Tina makes a confused face. "Really? Because I think you're great."
"Thank you Tina," you say, "but I think this time my mind was elsewhere and it really made things bad. I feel bad about it."
"I can see that you do." She says, "I remember when we had sex, even though it was in a precarious position and we got kinda intense, you still made sure I felt good the whole time. That made me feel nice."
You breathe a heavy sigh. How could you not have done the same with Leslie today?
"I also know that Leslie isn't like some other people." Tina adds. "Whenever we talk about sex stuff, she usually leaves the room when Miyoung or I bring up anything too intense. I think she probably likes things pretty vanilla, or at least she'd need to work her way up to anything else."
You look down at the floor. "Of course." You think to yourself. Sex is different for everyone, and you've had so much of it recently with so many different partners that you forgot to consider the other person and how they differ from anyone else. It hurts to think about, but it's a mistake you know you won't make again.
"Would you be able to give me Leslie's number?" You ask.
Tina smiles, "Of course. Maybe give her some time, but I'm sure you'll be able to work things out with her."
You nod, agreeing with her sentiment. She shows you her phone and you take Leslie's number down in your contacts.
"Hey Tina?"
"Yeah?"
"I get why you're okay with us having fucked while I'm with Rae, but why do you seem so okay with me being with multiple women who are all your friends?"
She shrugs, "Same reason I guess. I think my friends are great, I think you're great. I wouldn't wanna deprive any of them of what you seem to be capable of offering, and you shouldn't be deprived of any of my friends if they're interested in you."
"Even if I'm keeping all of the relationships secret from everyone else?" You ask.
Tina ponders this for a moment. "I mean it sounds pretty difficult, but I get why you're doing it. You just gotta be careful. I know Rae and Jodi and the others care about you, so maybe I can help you out for now if it means everyone is happy."
You exhale sharply, "Tina you are too pure sometimes."
She smirks, "Are you sure about that?"
You cross your arms, "I did say sometimes. Other times, you are very impure."
"Oh yeah? Which side do ya like better, huh?" Tina asks.
"I like both. They're both really great." You say.
You get home after your long talk with Tina in time to eat dinner and get set up for your first stream in L.A. at your new apartment. You start stream and leave the 'Starting Soon' screen on for a few minutes as people begin to filter in.
In the weeks before you moved out here, aside from packing and quitting your job, you had also been hard at work on new elements for your stream. You found more moderators, you commissioned and made new sub emotes, and you rebranded all of your logos and alerts to look just how you pictured they'd look if you ever got big enough. As you change the scene in OBS from the first screen to your camera view, you feel like all of your work has finally paid off.
"Welcome to L.A. chat!" You say with excitement. An audience of thousands is building steadily in your stream, and you can feel the adrenaline ramping up with the viewer count. The chat messages flow in as well, some from familiar chatters and many from new ones.
'LFG'
'MR BIG TIME'
'Mans is famous now'
'Holy shitt'
'Bro is not rich enough for LA'
You sit and talk to chat for a bit before opening up Rae's stream on another monitor. "Chat, today we're gonna be playing a spooky little game with someone a lot of you should know." You drag Rae's stream window to your main monitor so your stream can see it.
Rae is fighting some kind of giant Elden Ring boss. You laugh as you watch her scream loudly with the frantic rolling of her player character. You can only watch for so long, though, before she dies and looks at chat. Her eyes narrow and a suspicious smile appears on her face as she reads the messages. "Chat. Who's watching us?"
"Chat she's onto us, abort! Abort!" You close the window and hide under the desk, now completely out of camera view. After about a minute, you begin to hear the sound of an incoming Discord call from your computer. You grab your desk and pull yourself slowly up from the floor, your eyes wide with a look of being caught.
You put a finger to your lips and look at your camera. "Chat, shush." With a click, you answer the Discord call. "Hello?"
"Um, hi." Rae says. "Can I help you with something?"
"Uhh… Nope! Don't think so." You say.
"Oh, that's funny, because some people in my chat were just telling me that you were playing my stream."
You make a physical performance of trying to think of an answer. "Well I don't know why they'd tell you that, because that's simply not true."
"Oh so chat was lying to me?"
"I'm afraid so Rae." You shake your head in disappointment.
"Ohh, that's too bad."
You nod, feigning sympathy now. "Well actually you know what, now that I have you here, do you wanna play a game?"
Rae cackles on the other end of the call. "Smooth, real smooth."
You laugh along with her. "Listen, you weren't gonna beat that boss in the next half hour."
"Okay, rude! I'd like to see you do better."
"Maybe after we do some fun ghost hunting!" You say with excitement.
"How do I always let people convince me to play these games?" Rae shouts.
The stream is as fun as you thought it would be and more. You didn't feel like some big streamer even after your stream with Rae the first time you came to L.A. through the lottery, but now you actually feel like a part of something big. You are playing a video game with Rae, who you were just hanging out with, while streaming to tens of thousands of people.
You've never seen this many alerts for followers and subs come across your screen before. You've never felt so calm and relaxed after ending stream before. It feels like everything you've dreamed of. It feels like a new life.
You relax your shoulders as you watch the fans on your computer slow to a stop. Tonight's stream was fantastic. Some of the most fun you've had streaming. Everything just seems to be getting better and better.
A proud smile spreads across your face while you lean back in your chair. You can't help but look around the room at where you find yourself now. The same setup, just in a different place with so many more possibilities. Your dreams don't even feel like dreams anymore.
You breathe another victorious sigh of relief and sit back up in the chair, grabbing your phone from off the desk. You can see all sorts of notifications on it, messages, YouTube comments, and more. Still riding your high, you expand the message notifications to see how many there are.
There are two. Less than you expected. What you really didn't expect is who they're from.
That damn unknown number again.
"Oh what the fuck." You say out loud, nervous before even starting to read the messages.
'You're proud of yourself aren't you? You shouldn't be'
'You took what was mine. You're going to find a way to repay me'
You practically drop your phone back on the desk, anxiety creeping up your back like a spider. You haven't taken anything, at least you don't think. And now there's this person in your phone acting like you're some criminal.
Your heart pumps in your chest as you feel frustration course through you. This person has harassed you twice now, but both times you've been antagonized. You've had enough. You pick up the phone again.
'Idk who the hell you think you are, but I haven't taken anything from anyone'
You stare at the open conversation thread for a few minutes, your breaths even yet heavy. Swiping right on the most recent message from the random texter, you can see that it was sent just half an hour ago.
Despite the elapsed time, you only wait five more minutes in your anxious paralysis before the chat bubble appears on the stranger's side of the conversation.
'You don't seem like you're taking me seriously'
'Lets fix that'
The next thing you see horrifies you. An image appears along with their message, one you don't immediately recognize. You can't tell exactly why until you realize that the perspective of the photo is throwing you off. Because it's a photo of somewhere you've been.
It's a photo of you.
Not just any photo though. It's a picture of you sitting at a table with a slice of pizza in your hand. You've seen the restaurant before, just not from this angle. It appears to be captured from your left, with some kind of brush poking into the shot framing the image of you potentially moments before your chance encounter with Brodin.
Whoever this person is, they're close by and they have a serious grudge against you. Who knows what information they have, what details they could spin and put online. Your muscles pump with adrenaline as you become adroitly aware of the immediate threat to your safety. If you're lucky, your phone number is the only personal information this person has gathered.
A new messages appears.
'Since I'm sure my point is made, let me make something clear'
'I will set terms, you will follow. If you do not follow, I will absolutely ruin you'
'Do you understand?'
Your nostrils flare. You wish on anything that you knew what this person looked like, but this stupid digital barrier leaves you powerless.
'Yes'
The three letter answer feels demeaning at best. Warmth surges into your face.
'Good. Because you're obviously going to be making a lot of money soon'
'I'd like you to pay back the full value of what you stole from me'
'What the fuck did I steal from you?'
You sit in silence waiting for an answer. You can almost hear the ticking of a clock in your head in the middle of your completely silent bedroom.
'Doesn't matter now, does it? Because you're gonna give it all back to me soon'
"Fuck!" You yell, throwing your phone at your bed. It bounces a small distance before landing just next to your pillow.
Energy floods the muscles in your arms like you could grab something and never let go. You stand up and start pacing, unable to deal with the spinning circle of thoughts in your head. You try to decipher it, what you could've taken, why someone would hate you so much, who could've taken the picture. Really all you want right now is to turn off all of the thinking.
You pace for ten minutes before checking your phone again. You don't see any new texts, but you do notice how long it's been. That realization doesn't sober your mood, but it does make you wonder if you ought to go to sleep. It's about 1:30 AM now, and if you stay up much later you won't be awake in time to get help from anyone.
You plug your phone in on top of your night stand and open the door to your bedroom to check the outer door locks. After what you've just seen, you're not sure it's possible to be too careful.
You check the windows in the living room first, ensuring that no one could break in through the balcony in any way. After that's secure, you turn towards the front door.
You take only one step forward before you hear a light knock from directly in front of you. The door you're about to check. You think it's locked, but you're not sure. Your muscles tense, preparing your body for the possibility that it isn't. Whoever is there may have knocked, but you're not in the polite mood tonight. Better safe than sorry.
You tread carefully towards the door, ensuring that each step of your bare feet does not create a sliding sound across the floor. As you creep up to the door, you gingerly put your hands to it and slowly move to look through the peephole. You see a figure directly outside, but closing one eye allows you to focus on their features.
Miyoung.
You exhale loudly before unlocking the door and opening it. Miyoung is startled by the sudden movement and sound, and her chest begins to move faster. You feel like you were going to say something, but this isn't what you expected. None of it is.
Miyoung's eyes stay locked on yours. Normally they would glance up and down, as if she were sizing you up. This time she stares you down with intent.
The brief moment feels like an entire minute. If only she knew what was going on in your head. Maybe it would be better if she didn't.
Finally she speaks up, the tension putting more weight on each of her words.
"I was wrong. Not all the best things in life are worth waiting for."
Blood rushes to your ears, but it rushes somewhere else too.
"Some things are worth taking. Right now."
There is a certain electricity to the air now, as if her words have energized the very atoms between you. You stand there for a couple of seconds, not reacting immediately. You study Miyoung's face and find a look of confidence that softens into desperation as your hardened gaze refuses to break with hers.
In one swift movement you bring your hands to Miyoung's waist, pulling her towards you and allowing your lips to crash against hers there in your open doorway. She doesn't make a sound, her hands immediately clutching at your back as her mouth opens to your tongue.
With limited visibility, you guide her backwards through your doorway until both of you are inside your apartment. You briefly break the kiss only to close the door and lock it once more, then push Miyoung up against the wall directly next to it. She moans at the feeling of your hand gripping her shoulder as your lips collide again.
The kiss is loud and unapologetic. Everything you've been thinking about towards Miyoung is coming out now, along with a bit of what you're trying not to think about from just a few minutes ago.
Your hands that have been filled with new energy tonight grope for something to squeeze and find their targets. One grabs at Miyoung's tits, pressing against the fabric of her shirt to feel the soft mound below. The other hand drops between her legs and rubs her clit over her denim shorts. She moans into your mouth as you play with her against the wall, her body trembling.
"Take me…" Miyoung mutters under her breath.
Your eyes narrow, your stimulation of her slender body not stopping. "What was that?"
"Please." She says, "Take me. I want it."
You unbutton her shorts and reach your hand under her panties, pushing two fingers into her pussy. She's far more wet than you expected, which turns you on all the more.
"You want what?"
Miyoung's body shakes as you finger her relentlessly. She seems pent up somehow, like all the teasing she's been doing has been depriving her more than it ever deprived you of anything. Her arms can't find a good place to settle against the wall, so her hands try to help you continue to grope her tits.
"Don't make me say it."
You pull your fingers out of her in response, her juices trickling down to your knuckles as your hand hovers there under her panties. She winces, a moan escaping as she bites her bottom lip and looks at you. Your faces are inches from each other.
She hesitates at first, nervous to say what's on her mind. It only takes mere seconds for her to shake away the nerves and reveal her true thoughts.
"I want your cock, Daddy."
Body wins over mind in an instant as your hand that lingers over Miyoung's chest breaks from her grasp and joins your other hand in quickly freeing her from her shorts and her panties in one movement. You can hear her breathing become heavy again as you do the same for yourself, her eyes never leaving your cock once you release it from your pants.
With shirts being the only item of clothing remaining on both of you, you reach under Miyoung and grab her ass from beneath. She gets the message, spreading her legs to give you room and to allow you to lift her off of the ground. She looks at you from a near equal height now. You feel her firm ass in your hands as you stand with her pushed against the wall.
Skillfully, Miyoung positions your cock to align with her aching pussy. There is something savage to this feeling of complete domination. Only it isn't like with Leslie where there is a lack of communication of what feels good. You have a feeling you know exactly what Miyoung wants, and it's exactly what you want to give her.
As soon as you feel the tip of your cock enter her, you thrust all the way into Miyoung. Her back pushes against the wall and her head moves forward slightly to avoid the same fate. Despite the precarious position, you can see from the look on her face that there is nowhere else she'd rather be.
"Ohh Daddy, use my pussy." Miyoung purrs as you build a rhythm, the sound of your bodies thumping against the wall making your actions somewhat evident to anyone outside. "Just like that, yes!" You fuck her deep, causing her eyes to roll and her hands to grasp at your shirt.
"This is what you wanted all this time, isn't it?" You growl, ignoring the fact that your arms are already a bit sore. "You couldn't handle teasing me anymore? You just had to give yourself to me?"
She nods as she continues to bounce up and down with the motion of your relentless fucking. Her pussy is so wet that there was never any need for her to suck you off beforehand. She was just ready for you the moment you lifted her in the air.
"Yes Daddy," she cries out amidst the sound of skin slapping together, "I wanted to be yours. Make me yours."
Miyoung's eyes close tightly and she moans loudly as you allow her to drop onto your cock, pushing it up inside her pussy so far that your balls are touching her ass. You hold her there for a few seconds, allowing her to regain her composure and open her eyes. Her gaze meets yours and all you can see is what you feel.
Hunger.
You carry her with your cock still inside her into your bedroom. Carefully pulling her slick cunt off of you, you drop her onto your bed and practically tear your shirt off along with hers. The immediate sight of Miyoung's perky nipples and the realization that she came to your apartment with no bra on elicit an impressed smirk from you.
"Good girl." You say before pushing Miyoung down into the bed. You lick and suck at her stiff nipples and feel the lithe woman writhe beneath you. Your hands grab her wrists and hold her arms in place. She whimpers and stares longingly at you as you do your work, sucking on the skin of her tits as well and purposefully leaving hickies behind. She wanted to be yours. Now she is marked as such.
When you are satisfied, you stand in front of her at the foot of the bed. She raises her head to let her eyes follow you, first finding your face, then shooting to your cock. It shines with the juices of her dripping pussy.
"Get on your knees and taste yourself." You command.
Miyoung rolls off of the bed and scrambles to her knees before you. She reaches out a hand to grasp your dick and stroke the lubricated shaft back and forth. The feeling is amazing, but not as good as when she eagerly licks at your length. Her tongue glides up and down your dick as she cleans it. When she decides she's completed her task, she pops the tip into her mouth.
Her head bobs back and forth zealously, shooting pleasure through your body and causing the muscles in your neck to tense. Unable to resist, you bring a hand to the back of Miyoung's head. Immediately she receives the message from your touch and stops her movement, holding her open mouth in place with the first couple inches of your cock still pressing down on her tongue.
You grip a handful of the former cock tease's hair and begin to fuck her face. Miyoung lets out a loud sound almost like gagging every time you push your dick down her throat, but she stares up at you with just as much intensity as before. Even as her makeup runs, her eyes beg for you.
You pull Miyoung off of your dick and look down at her. She gasps to catch her breath, coughing a bit at the newfound feeling in her throat. After a minute she looks up at you and flashes a wild, sexy smile.
"Wow. I should've let you do that to me weeks ago."
You roll your eyes, a small smirk forcing its way onto your face at Miyoung's brief breaking of tension. She reaches out and strokes you casually as she looks up at you, then stands to meet your eyeline even closer. The two of you lean in at the same time, kissing each other deeply, yet slower this time. You reach around to grab her ass as she continues to jerk you off without even looking, her eyes now closed as you make out.
Deciding you've had enough, you pull away and bring a finger just under Miyoung's chin. She looks at you with big, submissive eyes that tell you everything you need to know.
Something about this feels cathartic. Having control, being able to predict or even decide what someone will do. The fact that you think about that while looking into the eyes of a friend is slightly alarming in the moment, but you can't deny the solace you feel. Before Miyoung arrived you felt completely out of control, as if the world was falling apart. But now you feel as if you hold it in the very palm of your hand.
"I'm glad you decided to come here. This has been… nice, Miyoung."
She lowers her head a bit, looking away for just a moment. "I am too. Really glad."
Your lips curl upward in a playfully devious grin as you push Miyoung's chin up and force her to meet your eyeline. "You know I still have to punish you for teasing me all those times, right?"
Miyoung bites her lip and smirks, "I wouldn't have it any other way, Daddy."
You spank her lightly, "Then get on your hands and knees on the bed."
She backs away from you with a grin on her face until she feels the bed behind her. Lifting her legs up one at a time, she gets on her hands and knees and turns away from you. Without any prompting she arches her back, presenting her ass to you and providing you with the sexiest view in L.A. tonight.
You approach her from behind, your eyes drinking in the sight of her cute ass pointing up at you, her pussy slick and ready for your punishment. She supports her head with her arms that are folded beneath. As she feels you touch her, she slowly looks behind her to try and see what you will do.
You take your cock in one hand and hold it to Miyoung's pussy, the pink folds shining with her own cum. You press the head against the opening slowly and watch Miyoung arch back in ecstasy, her body more than ready to receive you once again.
Except this time you don't give her the satisfaction. You pull away at the last second, not even granting her the feeling of your tip inside her. Her head whips around to try and see what's happening again, a pouty look now on her face.
You do the same thing again, watching as Miyoung seems to breathe a sigh of relief as she feels you against her. You can't deny that you derive a bit of pleasure from it, seeing the woman who's been teasing you all this time now aching for your cock. More than that though, she wants you. She's wanted you all this time, you suppose.
You store the thought away for now, enjoying the pressure of Miyoung's hot opening against the tip of your cock. As if worried you'll pull back again, Miyoung begins to grind backwards, trying to fuck herself on your cock. If only you weren't holding yourself just out of reach for her to push herself down onto you.
"Daddy, please fuck me. I want you inside me so bad." She moans, her words like honey.
"Not a fan of being teased, hm?" You mutter, now pushing her ass gently away every time she gets close to pressing your cock into her pussy.
"Punish me Daddy, I've been so bad. I'll never tease you again, I'll be a good girl for you." Miyoung whimpers desperately.
You make her wait a few more seconds, which to her feels like minutes. Your hands grasp at her hips, causing her to spread her legs apart more in expectation for her reward, but it doesn't come. Her breathing is heavy, the tension building with each passing second.
With one swift motion, you thrust yourself balls deep into Miyoung while pulling her backwards by her hips, ensuring that you are completely buried inside of her. The bed creaks with the speed of the movement, but it isn't anywhere as loud as the moan from Miyoung as her head reels backwards with pleasure.
You don't give her time to recover, nor do you start with a slow pace. You fuck her fast and deep, holding her hips for leverage as you feel her pussy squeeze every inch of your cock. Her breathing becomes more ragged, like being caught off guard has enhanced what she's feeling.
"Ohhh fuck Daddy, that feels so fucking good! Please don't stop, don't ever stop fucking me, ahh!" Miyoung cries out, grasping at the covers of your bed as her whole body sways back and forth.
You spank her ass, this time much harder. She yelps at the impact, but turns to you and bites her lip. You do it again, spanking her right where you can already see a red handprint beginning to appear from the first hit. This time she moans and begins to press her ass backwards towards you as you fuck her.
"You like being punished, don't you?" You grunt as you pound into Miyoung's pussy, your combined opposing forces creating much more power than just you alone.
She nods lightly, much more focused on making sure she is properly filled. "Fuck yes, I love it. I'm such a bad girl, I deserve to be punished."
You put your hand on Miyoung's back between her shoulder blades and push her down into the bed. She immediately gives out, both the immense pleasure and her desire to obey you causing her to submit easily. You press her into the bed and watch her ass arch up even more for you.
You put a leg up on the bed next to Miyoung and thrust into her with new force, drawing a gasp from her mouth. This new angle allows you to fuck her so much deeper, and both you and Miyoung can feel the difference it makes. Your balls slap against her clit as you continue to rigorously bury yourself in her pussy.
"I'm cumming, oh shit I'm cumming!" Miyoung moans out. You can feel her shoulders begin to tense around your hand.
"I am too. Are you safe?" You ask, not stopping your relentless fucking.
"Yes Daddy, fill me up. Cum inside me." Miyoung begs, her voice trembling on the brink of an orgasm.
It only takes a few more seconds for you to press the full length of your shaft inside Miyoung's tight pussy and deliver your cum deep inside of her. She practically screams with the intensity of her climax, her high pitched voice filling the once silent bedroom as she feels every drop of your cum drip into her as her pussy convulses around your cock.
The two of you remain in that position for a minute, regaining your breath and your rational minds. Miyoung looks back at you with a timid expression, a slight smile showing on her face as she attempts to even her breathing.
You look back at her, meeting her gaze and returning a warm smile, which appears to comfort her. Your chests move in time, expanding and contracting with each breath as your heart rates slow to normal.
You pull yourself out of her and lie down next to her. No longer pressed down against the bed, she turns onto her side to look at you. Her hands glide across your chest, feeling the musculature. You lean in for a kiss, which she gladly accepts. This one isn't so animalistic though. That had its time, and you loved it. This is something more intimate, however.
The kiss is short and sweet. As Miyoung breaks away, she looks into your eyes and furrows her brows slightly almost as if confused, or maybe surprised. Nonetheless, she smiles and her hands continue to roam her your body, as your hands to hers.
You lie there on your bed for a long time. You're not sure how long, nor are you sure how late it is now. You don't really care though.
"Would you mind if I… used your bathroom?" Miyoung asks awkwardly, her finger tracing down your chest.
You stifle a laugh, "Miyoung, yes. Of course you can use my bathroom."
She looks away from you, embarrassed. "Okay well I didn't know if you'd mind, so I just thought I'd ask."
You bring a hand to her cheek, "I appreciate it. I don't mind though." You smile warmly at her, causing her to blush.
Miyoung slowly gets up from the bed, which causes some of your cum to begin to dribble out from her pussy. "Well, I'll be right back then. Thanks!" She shuffles over to your bathroom, stopping on the way in front of a pile of some of the clothes that were lost during the events of the night. She glances at them for a moment, but passes them by and simply enters the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
You lie on your back and breathe a deep sigh. Just now getting a brief moment to think over everything that's happened to you today, you're happy the day is over with. With what happened with Leslie earlier and this vengeful stalker texting you, it's been a lot to handle. This was a nice way to end the night though, even if you won't be up until the afternoon tomorrow.
Miyoung reappears from the bathroom and begins to walk towards the bed again.
"Uh, do you think you could shut the door and turn off the lights real quick?" You ask before she can lie down.
She looks startled, as if she didn't expect you to be so casual about her sleeping in your apartment. She nods, "Yeah, sure."
She closes the bedroom door and flicks off the light switch before rejoining you in your bed. She feels warm curled up beside you, and you don't hold yourself back from wrapping your arms around her. You figure if she's uncomfortable she'll tell you, but you've broken a few physical and emotional barriers tonight.
Miyoung nestles into you, her naked body pressing against yours as she cuddles you. You begin to feel sleepy for the first time despite how late it is, which barely surprises you.
"So we're gonna talk about that, right?" You ask, breaking the silence in the dark bedroom.
"Yeah," Miyoung responds, her hand gently rubbing your thigh, "but maybe tomorrow."
You close your eyes, her answer granting your exhaustion permission to take you. You lie there in the dark near thoughtless until sleep comes to sweep you away.
The warm midday sun invites your eyes to slowly open as you wake to your brightly lit room. Despite the very late night, you feel pretty rested somehow. Almost like you went to sleep exhausted. Oh right.
You turn your head to your right and catch a glimpse of the beautiful nude woman who slept beside you. A sunbeam illuminates her peaceful face, not seeming to interrupt her sleep as it did yours. You can't help but smile as you look at her like this. Los Angeles had begun to feel so fast paced already, you weren't sure if there'd be times like this for a while. Times where life just seems to slow down.
You carefully turn and reach your hand to the nightstand on your left, grasping your phone to scroll through its contents. After lastnight you aren't sure what to expect anymore, only that someone is a bit too close to you for your liking. And unfortunately not even a good night's sleep seems to have freed you from the pain of the situation for very long.
You find two notifications separated by a couple hours, both text messages from the mystery blackmailer.
'Payback time'
'Wake up sleepyhead, I don't like waiting'
The last message is from thirty minutes ago, so you text back hesitantly.
'What do you want'
You wait a few minutes for the response. With Miyoung's warm body cuddled into you, it doesn't feel as long as you thought it would.
'There you are. Had a long night, didn't we?'
'Just tell me what you want' you reply.
'Oh now don't be like that'
'I may have some photos of you, but your guest may object to a candid shot'
The blood drains from your face. How could they possibly know? Your heart beats as adrenaline drips into your bloodstream, a deep shudder finding its way down your spine and shaking your arms.
'What do you mean?'
'Don't play dumb'
'Just remember that you can't hide anything from me, alright?'
'Now onto business'
'You make money from YouTube Adsense, YouTube Memberships, Twitch Subscriptions, Twitch Donations, and Twitch Advertising. I watch your streams, I know how well you're starting to do in all of those areas, and I want the money you're making as payment for what you've taken'
'Since you can't keep making money while broke, I've decided to be generous and only take 60% of your revenue. The rest is yours to play with for now'
The following texts outline your instructions and the consequences of not following them to the letter. A routing number and bank account number are sent with instructions for you to submit 60% of your monthly revenue to the account. If you fail to comply, your reputation will be destroyed and you'll drag your friends and loved ones down with you.
'And just a tip: don't have too much fun, Mr. Big Time Streamer'
'Get too many people involved and I may just have to make a lot of room in the streaming scene'
Your hand shakes as you place your phone back on the nightstand, adrenaline coursing through you as your breathing becomes more rapid. Miyoung stirs beside you, slowly stretching out a bit before looking up at you, her sleepy eyes immediately adopting a look of confusion and shock.
"Hey, are you okay?"
You jump a bit, not realizing she was entirely awake. You nod tentatively, not wanting to show her just how anxious you're feeling right now. The situation keeps getting more and more serious, and looking at Miyoung reminds you again of just how serious it could get.
This mystery person has seen everything you've done. They at least know you have someone over now, and they couldn't have gotten that information just by standing at your apartment building door. What would happen if they found out that you went to someone else for help? Perhaps you'd be ensuring that person's inclusion in the list of friends and loved ones who would be dragged down along with you.
Miyoung pushes herself up to sit, looking down at you. She brings a soft hand to your face, caressing your cheek before beginning to stroke your hair. "Are you sure you're alright? You don't look very happy."
You take a moment and deepen your breaths, finally slowing down enough to take a ragged sigh. "I'm alright, I promise. Thank you."
She looks down at herself, her uncovered chest now highlighted by the sun that gleams through the curtains. "Is it because of what we did? We can talk about it, I'm sorry if—"
"No!" You gently grab Miyoung's wrist and sit up to meet her eye level. "It's not what we did. I liked— loved what we did. It was amazing. Like you."
Miyoung blushes bright red, "What? No, come on. It wasn't that great, right?"
You chuckle, already feeling a bit better. "Of course it was. Why, not so great for you?"
She huffs a bit, "Yes of course it was great, I was just making sure that… Never mind." She throws her hands in the air in surrender and collapses into your lap. You both laugh as she changes position to curl into your side again, her head on your shoulder.
"So… Are we something now?" Miyoung asks.
"Um, I don't know, Miss 'masturbates in front of me', would you like to be something?" You tease.
Her jaw drops and she hits you on the arm. "Excuse me! You didn't seem to mind all that much! Besides, I thought it was pretty hot."
You scoff, "I'm just saying, you've got a funny way of welcoming people into your home."
She smacks you on the arm again and you both laugh for a moment. Then the room falls to a brief silence.
"Do you want to be something?" She asks.
You think a moment before you answer. You're already dating Rae and Jodi, which is complicated enough. Adding to that the fact that you've had sex with Tina, Leslie, and now Miyoung, meaning you've had sex with everyone in the Roomies house plus an OTV member, your love life feels pretty damn complicated.
Then again, Miyoung has been irresistible to you since the first day you spent in L.A. You obviously have some strong chemistry, and the feeling you got just from laying next to her tells you there's more there. Tina's voice plays again in your head. Why shouldn't everyone be happy?
"I do. Do you?" You ask, speaking slowly as if choosing the simple words carefully.
Miyoung's nervous face lights up with a shy smile. "Yes. I do."
You turn towards her, wrapping her up in a tight embrace that she returns. Your body feels light now, like your problems came and went with the tired feeling of waking in the afternoon. But problems don't work like that, which you soon recall as your new girlfriend lies on top of you.
"Can I ask you something about us. Now that we're… us?" You ask, looking up into Miyoung's cat-like eyes.
She gazes down at you, your noses almost touching as her eyes catch the serious look in yours. "Yeah of course, what is it?"
"Do you have a problem with not being publicly together yet? You know since I just moved here and there's so many new people in town and on my stream, I just feel so awkward and I don't wanna—"
Miyoung kisses you before you can get out another word. Her lips force yours closed, then her tongue reopens them. You smile as you kiss her back, to her hands drifting to her ass to give it a playful spank. She squeals a bit at the impact before pulling away from your face. "No one needs to know. It can be our little secret!"
You smile up at your new girlfriend. That title hasn't been specifically agreed upon, but you suppose it's better than calling her your 'something'. Whatever you wish to call her, she looks perfect in this moment. The rays of sun filtering through the curtain serve as the perfect backdrop for such an angelic view.
She feels the comfort you exude and nestles her head into your chest, her naked body warming you like a blanket of light. Your hands reach around to find the smooth skin of her back, gliding back and forth in a repetitive pattern that is nearly hypnotizing. You could stay like this forever. If only it were possible.
You wake up again, this time much more sudden than the last. Your head jolts up from the pillow, your memories slow to come as you look about the room. You glance at the window. The light hasn't seemed to change much since when you first woke up. Hopefully you haven't slept too much longer, or else you'll have missed the whole afternoon at this point.
You're so taken by the detail that you nearly miss a significant lack of weight on your body. A look down confirms that Miyoung is no longer there. You look right. She's not there either. You sit up in bed, trying to suppress your anxious heart that now beats with panic, but what you don't find ruins the chances of that. The pile of clothes where Miyoung undressed last night is gone, and through the door of your bedroom which is now open for some reason, you fail to see her in the kitchen.
You tear out of bed and bound into the next room, praying she's just out of sight from the bedroom and sitting in your living room area. No dice. "Miyoung?" You call out, looking around frantically as if there's somewhere in the open space she could be hiding. Your voice echoes off of the walls unheard.
A feeling of anger grips you, the muscles in your neck tightening as you make a sudden connection in your head. One that scares the shit out of you. "You fucking bastard!" You yell as you storm back the way you came, "We had a deal!" You grab your phone off the table next to your bed, tapping the screen to wake it and check for a message. You expect to see threats and taunts, maybe even pictures of Miyoung. You feel so stupid.
The first few times you tap your screen you do it too hard and it doesn't wake, bringing a frustrated grunt from you as you finally see the phone light up in your hand. Your eyes scan immediately, time running out. But you don't find any threats, no pictures or taunting messages. Just a couple of texts from Miyoung.
'Hey! I'm so sorry I had to run out, Rae and the others were wondering where I was and I figured I should go say hi so they don't get too sus :P'
'I would've said bye but you looked like you needed some rest. Maybe next time we get started a bit earlier the night before lol'
Your hand slowly rises to massage your forehead. Now you really feel stupid. Of course she just left, she wasn't kidnapped. Then again the more you think about it, the more you feel like what was just paranoia may someday become rational fear. You make a silent note to be just a bit more alert going forward, especially around other streamers. This mystery person seems intent on hurting you through the people you're closest to, and since they haven't revealed that they know your family or anything, you're somewhat sure that anyone caught in the crossfire will be in L.A.
A deep breath brings you back down to Earth. "Fuck," You exclaim with an exhale before quickly typing out a response to Miyoung.
'Yeahh, just woke up. Sorry I didn't stay awake'
You think for a bit. It takes time to piece together thoughts with all the stress.
'But yes, def earlier next time. Which I hope is soon btw'
You close out of your text messages and check the time. Just about 2:30 PM. Much better than you thought it would be considering how late you were up last night and how much you seem to have slept today. "Alright, let's go," you say to yourself, turning to the closet to find an outfit. You've been naked all this time, after all.
Now fully dressed and ready just ten minutes later, you stand at your kitchen counter preparing a sandwich for lunch. Normally you'd be watching a YouTube video while you do something like this, and certainly while you eat, but right now you need to think.
If the latest events have made anything clear, it's that you're not safe. Not even in your own apartment. Whoever is blackmailing you has to have some means of surveilling you, taking photos of you outside, knowing who is in your apartment. All of these things seem possible through digital methods, but that would make reaching out for help very difficult. If they found your number the same way they found out Miyoung was in your apartment, then they'll be able to spy on your text messages.
You sit on your couch chewing thoughtfully on your sandwich. There must be someone you can go to for help. The first name to pop into your mind brings you much comfort indeed. Rae. After all, it was immediately following your first in-person stream with her that you began getting these mysterious texts. Maybe she would know how to find this person's identity or could advise you on what to do.
You huff in frustration as you reconsider. Like it or not, the blackmailer has made it very clear that anyone you're connected to will be riding the elevator to the bottom with you if you say too much. You can't really think of anyone you're currently closer to in L.A. besides Rae, so it seems obvious that she'd be under surveillance. No good.
Your eyes widen with another exciting thought. If this person really is leveraging the digital world and some kind of electronics to spy on you, then who better to help you understand your enemy than Michael Reeves? The guy's a genius, and while you're not sure if all of this is really in his skill set, it's at least worth a try, right?
Unless of course he's also too close to things. I mean you've done content with the guy already. One of your girlfriends is in OTV with him. That doesn't seem safe either. This mystery jerk was creepy enough to somehow install surveillance in your apartment, why not the OTV house too? No, that won't work either.
You need someone further away from everything. Close enough that they understand streaming and the hardships of your private life being shared where you don't want it, but far enough outside of the circle you've already made for yourself. You run through the criteria until a sudden realization brings a triumphant smile to your face.
"Of course!"
Pokimane. Who else?