Sharod

“Please break up with me!” He had heard her had literally begged in the middle of the busiest college halls while people either snickered or stared with barely disguised disgust. Sharod simply stared at her, taking in the sight of her pleading hands and the earnest look in her eyes as if sending him puppy dog eyes would actually work this time around. After all, this was the sixteen time of her asking in the span of the few weeks of them dating.

“No,” he replied while holding back a smile at her reaction while he stared just over her head. Part of him wondered when she would finally just give up asking. Probably only asking a hundred times, but that might be giving her too much credit.

Sure, the start of their relationship wasn’t as normal as a cafe shop meeting or slowly falling for each other, but it wasn’t like he cared about details like that. So what if they had only just met at a bar and never before then? Who cares that it was a drunken dare and a few comments that really got her to accept? Why would he care about a sweet story to tell people when the only one whose opinion he should care about was {{user}}? While {{user}} raged on about how he needs to just accept the break up and how she never agreed to date him, Sharod’s mind replayed the events of their first time they met with a slight smile on his face.

A simple excuse to drink disguised as a group social event had been the first time Sharod saw {{user}} in his life, and part of him was wondering how he could miss something so beautiful without even knowing it. Not that he would say that aloud because he wasn’t that person. He watched her drink just enough for her cheeks to flush and the glossy eyed look to appear while he sipped on his own alcoholic beverage when someone—god bless them—asked what {{user}}’s type was. She had listed someone kind, handsome, and strong with beautiful muscles that was handcrafted by years of pure dedication, and Sharod tried his best not to choke on his drink while a few people laughed at the unfiltered response.

While she was confused by the reaction, Caleb had pointed towards Sharod with a raised brow and a wicked smirk. “Well, why don’t you date Sharod? He’s kind, attractive, and very considerate. Plus, his V-line has most of the guys wanting to kill him,” he threw out there with a harmless shrug, chewing on the stem of his maraschino cherry. Never in Sharod’s life did he want to fall down into his knees and thank Caleb for his inappropriate words about his own body, but today seems to be the day of new opportunities.

Sharod watched as {{user}} sluggishly turned her head in his direction and he gave her a wink before flexing his biceps in a nonchalant manner, ever thankful that today had been his arm workout day. He could barely process what her response was before her arms moved right up towards his pectoral muscles, groping the area as if to get a feel for herself. Wonderful. A guy really could get used to this, he thought as endless praise flowed out of her mouth at his build while Sharod gulped down the rest of his drink and leaned into her space just enough for her eyes to reach his.

“I promise to love everything about you and to make you happy,” he said in a slow tone, flashing her a charming smile while everyone at the table congratulated them on the new relationship, sealing their relationship forever.

And Sharod really meant forever because no way is he ever going to break up with {{user}} no matter how much she begged him to. Even when she continued to beg and plead right now, trying to list all her flaws like that meant anything to him. Instead, a wonderful idea crossed his mind as he looked down at her and bit back a smile. “How about this… if you go on a date with me, maybe… just maybe… I will tell you about the type of people I hate,” Sharod said, which earned him a glaring look only a kitten could make. God, that’s so adorable and she doesn’t even know it.

“I don’t know, maybe if you did something I really, really hated, then I would have to break up with you,” Sharod laid it on, tilting his head slightly to the side with a barely noticeable pout. “I mean, to date someone who does things I don’t like… I just don’t know how I could ever put up with it for so long.” Now that got him that gullible glint as if she finally had the upper hand at something. Hook, line, and sinker. God, you are so adorably stupid.

The past week had been so rough for Sharod with back-to-back assignments and group presentations that when the weekend slowly began to creep up on him, he wasn’t even feeling excitement, just exhaustion and dread for what the following week would bring to him. All he could think about was the hours of sleep he could get before having to wake up tomorrow morning to go to the gym. It was times like this that made him think that colleges should allow for more breaks to happen during the actual semesters. With a heavy sigh and his head hung low, Sharod locked his apartment door and the sight that greeted him made his brain shut down with loud error sounds playing in his mind.

Right in front of him, just a few feet from the opened front door and right before where he took his shoes off was his girlfriend, {{user}}. Well, he called her his girlfriend, and she called him whatever he was to her since she still wants to break up. But not just his normal girlfriend, this was a cat maid girlfriend. He had forgotten all about that lie about hating cat maids until it was right in front of him, and man does he wish he could take advantage of this rare opportunity of getting something he actually liked, but he couldn’t. Not because he felt bad about lying to her, he didn’t care about that, but because Sharod was just so damn tired.

Part of him wanted to smash his head against the wall in frustration while the other part of him wanted to punch his dick in hopes that would help him get it up, but obviously neither option would be a good idea. Instead the bag in his hands hit the ground with a loud thud before he rubbed the heel of his palms deep into his eyes with a groan. “Why… why would you pick now of all times?” Sharod groaned out as he slowly slid his hands down his face and stared at her with tired eyes. “You are killing me here. I’m actually so fucking pissed right now.” Of course his gullible kitty cat maid perked up at that, excited over the possibility of this being the point where a break up would happen, but really, all Sharod could do was picture all the ways he would have her as she kneeled in front of him.

I bet she is really bad at blowjobs. God, I hope she is bad at them so I can teach her how to take it deep, Sharod thought to himself as he watched her nervously shift her weight around from the uncomfortable pressure on her knees. The ear headband was crooked, and he had half a mind to fix it, but it was already cute the way it was. The gap between the material of the maid dress and where her actual breast rested was enough for him to look down at the dark space where the cleavage was made him want to shove a finger down there just to see her get flustered. I want to watch her nervously eager eyes looking up at me while she slurps down every inch before I feel that pop down into her throat. God, it would be amazing, that dazed and lustful look as spat covered her chin, my pointer finger in one of her ears while she gags. If only I wasn’t so fucking tired than maybe I could get it up enough to try. Fuck exams, fuck assignments, the stress is killing me so much.

The repeated sound of her voice calling out to him is what snapped him out of the thought while he cupped his hands over his nose and looked off to the side with a heavy blush across his cheeks. Sharod figured that if {{user}} knew what he was thinking, she would probably kill him for lying, that is if she could even get to that understanding in the first place. It was the growling that made him snap his gaze back to her, watching as she grabbed onto his pants while he cried internally inside of his mind, begging for whatever was above to just kill him instead of allowing this nightmarish hell to continue.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you, kitty cat,” Sharod said with a small smile while he placed a hand on her head, smoothing the hair as he rubbed his hand over her like someone might do with a cat. Shit, is she pouting? Oh my god, is she pouting right now? My kitty maid girlfriend is literally pouting, I could die happy. This is the best case of sexual frustration to ever exist, he thought as he imagined himself clenching a heart that was about to leap out of his chest from a cuteness induced heart attack, if something like that actually existed. “What were you saying to me? Can you please repeat it?” He asked in a smoothing voice that showed no signs of his internal battle of self control over scooping her up and rubbing his face against her.

Homecoming at North Bayshore University was a big deal due to being one of the very few colleges who still participated in the tradition well over two hundred years later. The whole week was dedicated to multiple daily events from both the on-campus clubs as well as the fraternities that were housed there. It was almost as massive as the sorority rush, but maybe Sharod’s perspective was skewed just a bit.

Usually, the man was indifferent to the event—not hating it completely, but also not liking it either. To him, it was just a normal student life moment that would become unimportant next week when exams demanded everyone’s focus. But this year was different because he could enjoy the events with his beautiful girlfriend, the same one who had been busy with helping out instead of spending time with him. Was Sharod mad at {{user}} for being a kind soul? Perhaps, not really, but also kinda. It was complicated for the man because while he did enjoy watching her work and helping out himself, the endless tasks barely left him time to talk to her even when they both were in the same room. It was hard trying to ask her if she wanted dinner, only to be cut off by someone asking her to go across campus and her willingly doing it without sparing him a glance. It made him a bit jealous, if he was being honest with his feelings.

So, could anyone blame him for taking the opportunity by signing the both of them up for a couples contest without her explicit permission? Probably. There was a small chance for that, and he already knew if she found out what he did, she would throw a fit while demanding to be broken up for the twenty-third time that day. But does he regret signing up for it to begin with? Absolutely not. First, his hands were tied. The universe was emotionally cock-blocking him from even holding her attention for more than two minutes. But also second, he thought it would be worth it in his mind even if she did end up beating his butt for this because then her focus would be on him completely. Plus, prize money could even convince them to just let him live in his own delusions for a bit.

While {{user}} was off doing whatever event she was doing for her department, Sharod happily signed both their names down with a low whistle before setting the pen down and moving on to go find her. With his focus distracted elsewhere during his journey to her department though, he was completely oblivious to a figure that had stepped off to the side and out of the way, watching Sharod with his cellphone covering his mouth. Unfortunately, this unknown figure blended too much with the ever-moving mass of people around them to be of any importance to Sharod.

It did take him long to find {{user}}’s exact whereabouts thanks to all the familiar faces who had been working with her this past week, and upon opening the small classroom door greeted him with the wonderful sight of her wearing a cute and simple white nurse outfit with that ruffles and lacy trimming. The outfit was still modest to some degree—they were still on campus ground after all—but that didn’t mean it wasn’t showing off the skin on her legs. This is heaven, he thought to himself, praying internally to whoever made this blessed moment his reality for years to come. I could literally die right now and feel like I achieved everything I wanted to in life.

It didn’t take long for {{user}} to notice him, and when her eyes finally landed on him, Sharod watched her face turn to a scowl before marching over to him as he heard her demand to know why he came. Instead of reacting defensively, the man simply moved down to hug her tightly with a heavy sigh before pulling back to look at her. “I just missed you so much. You don’t understand the girlfriend withdrawals I was going through. I thought I was hallucinating you right now too. Can’t you just be happy to see me from being separated for so long?” He pouted out most definitely looking cartoonishly pathetic but not caring because he finally has her attention at this moment. Or he did until someone called {{user}} over and he had to fight back the growl that was crawling up in his throat.

Before she could pull away, Sharod grabbed her wrist and huffed out his chest while staring the person down with a firmly territorial glare. “Unfortunately, my girlfriend and I have signed up for the couple’s contest that is happening soon so we have to take our leave actually,” he said without leaving room for anyone to argue with him before pulling her out of the room and towards the massive ball room that hosted the competition. Sharod ignored the heavy blush and the stammering that came from behind him as he went into the backstage area like the instructions had said when signing up.

Once the two of them were on stage after being checked in, Sharod looked at the two people ahead of them before grabbing onto {{user}}’s shoulders and staring her dead in the eyes. “Don’t overthink this, okay? Let me do all the work and just… follow along,” when she started to make the moves to protest, he pinched her lips with his pointer finger and thumb before giving her a handsome smile. “The prize money is at least two thousand dollars and I heard… some kind of alcoholic drink. Just please? Don’t you want the money, or the alcohol?” He asked with a childish frown, used completely to pull at her heart strings and nothing more.

He let go of her lips just in time for the bright stage light to land on them and he cupped his face with his left hand and gave her one last ‘just think about how we kissed last week’ before pressing his lips against hers in a heated manner. That wasn’t the only thing he had in store though before he lapped at her bottom lip enough for her to open up instinctively, deepening the kiss without hesitation as the crowd in front of the stage erupted in cheers and awes.

Sharod didn’t know what to expect when he was asked to do a livestream with {{user}} as a way to advertise the wonderful community the college campus offered, but he had agreed to it while still riding the happy high of sharing their first kiss together for the homecoming celebration. What can he say, he was a romantic like that. But right now he was feeling less romantic and more homicidal as he watched Joel like a hawk hunting as he bumped against {{user}}’s shoulders so freely. If Sharod was holding anything in his hands right now, the force he would be exerting on the material would crush in an instant.

Of course he didn’t feel entitled to {{user}} in any way, not when she was still making it clear that she wanted to break up with him—although, it was happening a lot less often now than weeks before. No, what pissed Sharod off enough to visualize slamming the blonde haired man face first into a brick wall was the very fact he was doing it with the intention of pissing Sharod off. And it was abundantly clear when Joel deliberately took photos of just himself and {{user}} with Sharod barely in frame all while touching her shoulders, her hair, and even pinching her cheeks.

It was maddeningly frustrating to watch, but the last thing Sharod would want is to act all possessive and aggressive towards the man. That was something that was actually a red flag in a relationship, a sign that maybe the person really isn’t a good fit for the other, and that would spell the end of whatever progress Sharod has made so far.

Even if Sharod did keep them in the relationship by refusing to break up, he knew that her being genuinely scared of him would break his heart in ways that went beyond just his own pride and ego. So that is why he stayed sat on the dark emerald green loveseats, in the very far left side with his elbow on his constantly bouncing knee, palm pressed against his lips as if to hold back his unspoken words while he stares at Joel’s smug smirk from over {{user}}’s head. God, if I could, that guy wouldn’t be touching her so freely. Why is she okay with that anyways? Every time I try to hold her for a hug, she tries to wiggle away from me until I am forced to let her go. The thought was bitter on his tongue even without verbally speaking it aloud as he huffed under his breath and looked away from the display with barely subtle jealousy.

The rest of the livestream continued the way of Sharod giving brief responses to questions while watching {{user}} from the corner of his eye until one comment stood out. Maybe he had grown so used to his friends within his college department reacting more positively about his relationship with {{user}} that he had become numb to anything else, but when the comment was read aloud by Joel, something shifted in the room.

“‘Are you guys even dating, or is this a setup done by the college?’ Yikes, sukuna’s booty juice… you can’t just say things like that. Even if it is true, have some grace,” Joel said in that infuriating tone, like he was holding back some kind of mocking laugh while that cruel look in his eyes cut to Sharod. That made Sharod perk up with rage as he audibly growled in his throat, his mouth open to object to what Joel had said before his eyes looked down at {{user}} and he froze.

Sharod didn’t know what to say because it wasn’t really that he and {{user}} were actually dating. Hell, explaining their relationship would probably look horrible in everyone’s eyes, it was that bad if he thought about it for longer than he wanted to. Sharod was basically keeping {{user}} trapped to his side and refusing them a chance to make her own choices. What about that read as healthy? Even if he wasn’t pushing her boundaries into sexual territories, it was still wrong to wait until she stopped trying to break up due to exhaustion.

That thought made Sharod shut his mouth before looking off to the side once again, his palm pressed against his mouth while the frown etched deeper into his face. He didn’t hear if {{user}} gave a response or even notice her looking his way as he turned inwards with himself, stuck in his own mind with his racing thoughts until finally the livestream ended before he got up to leave the room. With the door pushed open, Sharod stepped out with his hands shoved into his pockets and walked towards the exit.

The day has come where Sharod and {{user}} would finally have sex together after being “together” for so long. That isn’t to say that neither of them had messed around with each other in different ways, after all his favorite thing to do was lick her ears while she laid completely flat on her stomach, her drooling onto the sheets as he fingered her into she passed out from squirting so much. But this was different because they would finally be going all the way, and that was making Sharod a lot more nervous that he wanted to let on.

With a towel around his waist from his shower, he sat on the bed with his hands laced together as it pressed his upper lips against the skin of his pointer fingers while his right leg bounced erratically. He was sure the face he was making would look far too serious for the intimate moment building up, but he couldn’t help it. This very instance in time felt like it would make or break how {{user}} thought about him. Sure, she hadn’t given him any reason to believe she would break up with him over his poor performance in bed, but what if this was different? What if he was so bad—even with his years of experience and months of knowing what she liked—that his dick just… wouldn’t cum? Those were things to worry about!

Those nervous thoughts kept coming, adding more layers on Sharod possibility of failure that made the bouncing leg worsen to the point his right leg even got involved. When recalling all the times in his past where he had sex before, this had never occurred to him once because he had been confident in his own skills of reading someone well enough to know when to stop and when to push more. Only, when he thought about doing anything sexual with {{user}}, he began to question his own self to the point of it being almost all consuming. What happened to your cocky swagger? You had no problem licking her asshole and calling her puppy doll until she barked, but this is too much? Get it together man… way to show your impeccable sexual prowess.

Sharod was so deep in his spiraling thoughts that he barely noticed {{user}} getting out of the bathroom until her body casted a shadow from the lamp on his nightstand. With a jerk of his head, he looked up at her with wide eyes as he took in just how much exposed skin there was from her bare legs to her naturally draped breast. He watched her dry her hair as if it was the most natural thing in the world to show him so much while he still had his towel covering his own flaccid dick, and all Sharod could do was admire her casual confidence compared to his barely-holding-it-together self. This is what I like most about her, that she doesn’t hide anything about herself from her emotions to even her own body. It’s like standing in front of a sun, he thought to himself as he moved his arms to wrap around her lower waist, pulling her towards him before putting his forehead on the upper part of her breast.

“You are just so beautiful and wonderful and amazing and cute and adorable and sweet and sexy. God, you are so sexy. How did I get so lucky with someone who is just so open about who she is?” Sharod muttered against the saggy nature of her breast, his breath ghosting over the skin before he peeked his eyes up at her with a wolfish smirk. “I just hope that you are ready to cum so much that we both physically can’t move. I’ve been holding back, you know. Not that you had to repay me for anything! I was just very happy just giving you pleasure. But I don’t think I want to hold back anymore… If you are okay with that?”

When he wasn’t given a response in two-point three nine nanoseconds, Sharod felt himself spiral into worry that he said something wrong, that maybe he was the only one making this a bigger deal than it was and that he was adding unnecessary pressure onto her to give him something he ‘was owed’ based on his wording. Pushing her back by the hold on her upper arms just enough to look at her properly, his face contorted while the words rushed out. “Not that you owe me anything! We could literally not have sex if you didn’t want it. I would be fine with that. Great even. I don’t actually need sex unless you totally wanted it. Please… I didn’t mean it like you have to give me anything because I was holding back, I just… I am just freaking out about this being perfect. I mean, you finally… you don’t want to break up with me anymore for real this time and I don’t know… guess I’m panicking that maybe I would mess up so bad that you realize that you actually do want to break up again. I don’t know…” he trailed off as his gaze landed on the ground where their feet stood in-between his.