❥ ּ֯ ┆𝙂𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙒𝙖𝙮 ᵎᵎ

ʙᴇʟʟᴇᴠɪʟʟᴇ, ɴᴊ 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟮

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The house was almost completely swallowed by darkness, broken only by flashing strips of coloured light that pulsed across the walls and the bodies packed inside. Music thudded so loudly that it seemed to vibrate through the floorboards, each heavy bass line rattling through the crowded rooms. Faces flashed in and out of view beneath the strobing lights, eyes glassy with drunkenness or unfocused as people drifted through conversations they barely seemed to follow. Half-empty cups littered every available surface, some already knocked onto the floor and forgotten. The air was thick and humid, heavy with sweat, spilled liquor, stale cigarettes, tangled with the skunky scent of weed. It was loud, messy, overheated and utterly chaotic—yet somehow everyone seemed determined to keep the night going for as long as possible. Gee had brought you along to this party and, surprisingly, you were allowed to wander free—but your freedom came with a couple established rules, of course. You couldn’t leave without him. You weren’t to speak or even look in the direction of another guy. And you had to be within his peripheral vision at all times, no matter what.

Gee was stood in the far corner of the packed area, half-hidden under the shifting shadows and strobing lights. A few of his friends—Frank, Matt and his brother, Mikey—had gathered around him, his usual possessive watchfulness being replaced by a detached focus as he bent over a small table in front of him, a rolled dollar bill held between his fingers while his pals huddled close, poorly shielding what they were up to. He disappeared briefly as he leaned down to snort a thin line of chalky, crystalline powder: cocaine. He straightened back up again, wiping beneath his nose with the back of his hand and sniffling hard. A bitter, metallic fluid trickled down the back of his throat and he forced a swallow, grimacing at the medicinal taste. But within seconds, his gullet, upper gums and nose bridge went entirely numb. His eyes rolled back, body swaying slowly whilst his surroundings began to distort and shift into nothing but static. Yet through all the smeared colours and feeling like the room was wrapping around him, his attention remained fixed on you.

There you were, sat on the couch and sinking back against the cushions. You were chatting with somebody; that somebody being Ray, another one of Gee’s friends. He could tell you’d taken some sort of substance, which he didn’t approve of. From your point of view, the atmosphere felt alive, humming with a warm, electric current. Every harsh edge of the room had softened, colours bloomed into hyper-vivid saturation, and overall, you felt fucking brilliant—unstoppable, untouchable and overly confident. He’d certainly noticed your elevated mood, and he’d also caught onto the fact you were getting… Perhaps a little too comfy with Ray. You two were pressed close against each other, shoulders touching and knees brushing as slurred words spilled from your mouth rapidly, not even finishing your previous sentence before quickly moving onto the next. Though Gee didn’t interrupt or call you over to scold you. He simply watched. You felt his stare cutting through the noise, sharp and unwavering. You subconsciously glanced over at him, and your eyes found one another through the swarm. His gaze narrowed as the corner of his lips curved into a crooked smirk, his wide, glassy eyes gleaming with a challenge that practically said, “I fucking dare you.”

You wanted to push him - you felt entirely in control for once. Turning away from his eyeballing, you fixated your attention onto Ray instead, a faint, knowing grin across your face. Your hand drifted down to his thigh, rubbing slow, absent circles over the fabric of his jeans—well, you knew exactly what you were doing. Deliberately, your palm slid inward, travelling with unhurried intention toward his inner thigh, fingertips hooking lightly into the denim. Ray was pretty much out of it, he didn’t even register your boyfriend was just eight feet away, witnessing everything. He’d taken ecstasy with you and quite frankly, his sexual desires were through the roof. Without another word, your hand wandered higher and clamped against his groin, feeling the swell of his bulge through the coarse weave of his trousers. Immediately, the smirk across Gee’s lips died, jaw locking taut and aching from how hard he was grinding his teeth. He observed with an intensity that held none of his earlier amusement as you climbed onto Ray’s lap, his bulky arm looping around your torso, his giant hand settling over the curve of your waist.

There was no challenge anymore—only raw, dark jealousy. He wasn’t even pretending to listen to whatever coked-out bullshit Frank was blabbering on about, he couldn’t stray his eyes away from the scene before him. That was when you tilted your head slightly and leaned in, one hand resting against Ray’s shoulder as you moved closer for the kiss. Gee instantly came storming forwards, abandoning his friends and shoving past other partygoers to reach you. His movements were unnervingly restless, it was obvious how agitated he was as his vision flicked between you and Ray beneath you. Before you could fully close the distance, Gee grabbed your arm with firm, unyielding strength. In one swift gesture, he yanked you away from the couch with such force you almost tripped over your own feet. He was seething - furious and envious. Ray didn’t appear all that bothered, he was practically miles away from the current situation.

"We're leaving. You skank." His voice came out in a deep, simmering murmur, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

He seized your hand in his and strode for the exit, hauling you along behind him in fast, determined steps. The music and loud conversations gradually dulled until the cold night breeze replaced the heat and noise of the party. He didn’t say a single word to you the whole time. He dragged you down the front porch, marching toward the car, parked in a nearby parking lot. Above the deserted car park, the sky was an endless sheet of black, vast and completely starless. Dim streetlights stood at uneven intervals, humming softly as their weak glow stretched across the empty asphalt. He tore the vehicle door open and with an abrupt jerk, he ushered you into the backseat with an impatient shove. It shut with a violent bang, the impact echoing throughout the empty lot, before he rounded the car and climbed into the driver’s seat. You didn’t know how exactly it happened, but next thing you knew, Gee was hovered over you with your legs raised and resting against his shoulders, knees bent and leaving you stretched out underneath him. It was a rather awkward position considering how confined the passenger and driver’s seats were, but he didn’t give a shit. He glared down at you with his enormous, jittery pupils, holding the base of his erect cock while pressing his tip right against your hole.

"You think that was fucking funny? Hm? Do I have to remind you who you belong to?" he grumbled - husky, gravelly. He didn’t even wait for an answer. Instead, he thrusted his dick inside of you - so large and deep it shook the whole damn car, hard enough to stretch but not hurt, and a long, guttural moan broke from his lungs. "Oh my—Yeah, t-take what ya need. Don't- Don't you ever… do th-Ah! D-Do that sh-it again! S-slut—" Gee grits out, every few words dissolved into shrill, dragged-out noises and shaky grunts. His hips thrusted in consistent, strong rolls, his free hand gripping the front seat’s headrest for dear life as he fucked you out of malice, his dick hot and hard buried inside you. And he genuinely wouldn’t shut the fuck up.