Bad Boyfriend (R-18)

Chapter 4: Irresistable Pleasures

The male's comfort room was filled with nothing but the lascivious sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and the heavy scent of s*x and lust spreading throughout the whole room.

"Fuck... so tight," Kasmir whimpers as he thrusted deeper inside the tight hole of his boyfriend. He closes his eyes, feeling incredibly good from the warmth and tightness of the clenching and unclenching hole of Blaire.

Blaire moans softly, "Y-Yes... harder," he demanded, thrusting his own hips to meet every single thrust Kasmir does.

It's been a week. A whole week of daily s*x wherever and whenever. There was never a day that the tall male isn't slamming his huge c**k inside his boyfriend's asshole. Blaire couldn't resist the guy, though. Even on days where he's feeling really exhausted, once Chanyeol calls him off when he needed a release, he will definitely come to him without hesitations. That's how much he craves for the other.

"Babe, shit...!" And in one deep thrust, thick ropes of hot white c*m started to spread inside Blaire's abused hole. Blaire moans lewdly, feeling his hole being filled up with his boyfriend's c*m just felt so f*****g good.

"I love you, Kas." He kisses Kasmir's lips before the taller could pull out his thick c**k inside him. Kasmir doesn't say anything. He wordlessly pulls out his glistening c**k inside him and cleans himself. He wore his boxer and pants, and then his shirt. He looks at his wrist watch before shifting his gaze to Blaire with quite cold eyes. "I'll drive you home, it's already late."

Blaire sighs and then nodded lightly. He dressed himself with the extra clothes he saved for the afternoon activity which happened to be a short but quite satisfying round for them.

***

The weather is lazy.

Kasmir stops his car in front of an old and rusty gate. "This is your house?" He asked Blaire who was currently playing a rather annoying game on his phone.

Blaire nods. "Yes, but it was..." he trails off, hesitating whether to tell him about it or not, and he decided not to. "Nevermind. Anyway, wait for a bit. I'll just go get your uniform inside. I already washed it." He smiles oh, so sweetly before he scurries to open the gate of the house. Kasmir scoffs in disbelief. He didn't even wait for him to answer.

Blaire opens the door of his big, lonely house using his spare key. He was about to go upstairs when someone pulled his hair from behind, making him fall backwards. He felt like he just injured himself when his butt hit the tiled floor hard.

"What are you still doing here, you bastard?"

Blaire cranes his neck up, and he saw his stepfather, glaring at him as if he's going to eat him right at that moment. Blaire tenses."F-Father..."

The middle-aged man grabbed Blaire's arms tight enough to bruise. He pulled him upwards in a very harsh manner that got the boy stumbling while getting up. "Don't you f*****g call me father," his lips curled up into a sinister grin that the boy actually fears a lot. "Leave this house right now and don't ever come back."

"But it's also my mother's property!"

He slaps the poor boy. Blaire cries. He brings his sluggish hand to his slapped cheek. He clenched his eyes shut, only to let a tear trickle down his pained cheeks.

"I'm not leaving."

"What?!"

"I said I'm not leaving this house-"

His stepfather punched him on the stomach. Blaire winces as he fall on his knees. He was weeping silently, trying to stand up but the old man kicks him on his thighs. He cries harder.

"Please, let me stay here..." he begs.

But the middle-aged man pretended he didn't hear a thing and just brought his fist onto the poor boy's face. Blaire sobbed in between groans. That wasn't even the final punch. His stepfather abruptly wrapped his arms around his neck. Blaire's eyes widens as the man strangles him with the same wicked smile etched on his lips earlier.

"N-No, please... don't..." he tried to get loose from the tight clasp but he ends up coughing in each attempt that he does.

Meanwhile...

Kasmir is irritated right now. His teensy-weensy patience is gradually wearing off. It's been a f*****g hour - he's exaggerating - and Blaire is still not coming out. He tapped his thick fingers against the steering wheel as he closes his eyes in perfect annoyance.

"Ah that bitch..." He then started the car engine grumpily. But as he was about to leave, his eyes saw something - no, it is someone from the glass window of the house. He squinted his eyes to focus on the figures.

"f*****g hell," he muttered under his breath when he recognized the little boy's silhouette... being strangled by a big embodied man.

He quickly shuts the engine off and comes out of the car with his keys. The gate is open so he went inside easily. He sprinted towards the door before ferociously opening it with a loud thud.

"Who was that?"

He rushed to the area where the voice came from. Soon as he found them, his eyes landed on the poor boy shaking and struggling to breathe within a middle-aged man's grasp.

Blaire, even though his eyes are blurry because of his tears, managed to recognize the tall figure behind his stepfather.

"Kas...mir..."

Kasmir immediately pulled the man by its shoulder to face him, and then he gave him a hard punch on the face. "Who the hell are you?!" The middle-aged man tries to get his revenge, but Kasmir's reflex is way faster and better. His stepfather's fist never bore onto Kasmir's face. "Someone you shouldn't f**k with."

Blaire stops the giant when the latter's broken fist was about to come in contact upon his stepfather's stomach. "What, he was trying to kill you. Are you f*****g stupid?"

"He is still my stepfather..."

Kasmir sighs exasperately before he lets go his grip from the middle-aged man's collar, glaring upon Blaire in disbelief. Blaire stands up. Fumbling, he silently walks towards his boyfriend and soon as he reached him, his body gave up, making him sag exhaustedly above Kasmir's chest.

"Kasmir, can I stay at your place for awhile?" he mumbled wearily.

Kasmir doesn't say anything, he just lifts Blaire's lifeless body up, bridal style, bringing him to his car.

***

Blaire's eyes fluttered open. He whined as the faint fluorescent light travelled upon his half closed eyelids. His body feels too enervated that he doesn't want to move an inch. His neck also hurts like a b***h. Remembering how his stepfather almost killed him, he felt like crying again.

Thank God, Kasmir was there to save him.

Speaking of Kasmir, he thought he should thank him.

Blaire hastily sits up in the bed, making his whole body tremble and wince at the sudden movement. He carefully placed his feet against the cold floor before carefully standing up. His feet brings him to the kitchen.There, he found the giant, manning the kitchen.

Blaire was dazed. Kasmir looks like he's going to make himself a good kitchen person, very far from Blaire. He is amazed because there is no way he can be this charismatic while doing this and that in a kitchen. Dang, he can't even satisfy himself with his own cooking.

"Blaire."

The short male snaps back to his senses by the deep voice's call, he, somehow, panicked, "H-Hey."

"You okay?" the tall male asked without giving Blaire a single glance, focusing on the meat in his hands.

"Yeah," Blaire answers, taking a seat from the high-legged chair in the kitchen counter. "I think."

Silence. Irked, Kasmir speaks. "It's a soup."

"Thank you."

After approximately 10 minutes, the soup is already served. Blaire inhales the aroma and he felt his mouth watering soon as the smell of the soup travelled the insides of his nose. "This smells good," he smiles, appreciating the nice plating, "It also looks tasty."

Kasmir was alarmed when Blaire was about to dip his fingers into the soup, he swats the short male's beautiful hands away, "The f**k are you doing? Wash your hands. It's a soup for pete's sake. Use a spoon."

The puppy pouts. "I'm sorry," he apologized, frowning.

"Go get a spoon. Lazy ass."

"I am just tired, and,"

"And?"

"Everything hurts."

Kasmir sighs then gets up to get him one. Blaire mentally celebrates. They began to eat the soup in silence. Only sounds of slurping and chewing are heard in the dining room. And Blaire was dying from the deafening silence surrounding them so he decided to start a conversation. Albeit, as he was about to part his lips to start a talk, Kasmir has already finished his soup. He stands up with his bowl and places them on the sink. He faces Blaire with a stern gaze that made the other flinch a little, "After you finish the soup, take a shower."

Blaire nods, "Okay. Should I wash the dishes t-too?"

"Do what you want."

The shorter male opend his lips, wanting to speak gratitude but the the taller shushed him. Blaire breathes, "Okay." After the short conversation, Kasmir walks out of the kitchen. Blaire heaved a sigh, feeling unfulfilled by Kasmir's short responses and unpredictableness.

He was never sure of Kasmir's actions - nor his words. And he was never sure of what would happen next. He fears that someday, he'll get tired of him. He fears that someday, he'll be leaving him. He fears that someday, he won't need him anymore.

Everything in his life revolves around Kasmir-only with Kasmir Park, t hat he can't even think and decide for his own good. He only thinks about the giant, and wait for the day when Kasmir decides to break up with him.

The expression on his face sinks in an instant.

After he finished his soup, he did the dishes then went to the room where he found himself earlier

.

He locked the door and began undressing himself, preparing to take a cold shower. He was struggling to take off his shirt due to lack of strength, so it went for a good one minute before his shirt was completely discarded on the floor.

Without him knowing, Kasmir was there, at the corner, checking out his socia media accounts on his phone, and mentally froze upon seeing his boyfriend getting naked in front of him.

He raises an eyebrow.

"What the actual f**k," he mumbles as he locks his phone, never taking away his eyes from Blaire's jiggling ass.

The short male yelped when he felt a pair of thick and calloused hands clasping both edge of his smooth and thin waist as plump lips began grazing against a certain spot on his neck.

"K-Kasmir."

"Want to take shower together?"

"What?"

"Don't you want to?"

"I-I," he trails off because f**k, he badly wanted to rest, but he can't just resist his boyfriend - he can't avoid the tall male's charms. He knew what would happen next. It's not just a normal shower, he knew better, but, Whatever, he flashed a shy smile.

"Okay."