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The morning light streamed through the blinds, painting Noob’s bed in soft streaks of gold. They groaned, their head throbbing like a jackhammer. The party last night had been wild, but what happened afterward… that was something else entirely. Guest 666, their best friend, had been way too drunk. Noob? Not so much. And yet, they hadn’t stopped him. They hadn’t stopped themselves.
Noob flopped onto their back, staring at the ceiling. Their body ached in places it shouldn’t, and the memory of Guest’s hands on them sent a shiver down their spine. What the hell were you thinking? They scolded themselves. But deep down, a part of them didn’t regret it. That part whispered, You wanted it. And it was right. They had. Desperately.
The dorm room door creaked open, startling them. Guest 666 stood there, looking as rough as Noob felt. His hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot, but there was a smirk on his face. “Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep.
Noob’s stomach flipped. “Hey,” they mumbled, pulling the sheets up to their chin like some kind of shield.
Guest 666 gave them a light pat on the head before pulling at their arm gently, urging them out of bed. “We have class, silly.”
He forgot. Noob didn't know if that was a good thing.
They didn't want to go to class. They didn't know how Guest was ok after last night, considering the amount of drinks they had, but that was besides the point. They didn't know what to feel about everything that had just happened so recently.
If they could recall…
*(The night before)*
Slurp. The memory of Guest’s tongue sliding into their mouth made Noob shiver. Glrk. His wet, sloppy kisses had been messy, his drunkenness making him even more aggressive. But they hadn’t pulled away. No, they’d opened wider, letting him take what he wanted. The sound of their lips parting, the slick slide of his tongue against theirs—it was all still so vivid.
“Aren’t you so fucking pretty for me…” Guest whispered, his voice low and rough. The words had sent sparks shooting down Noob’s spine. Pretty? For him? They loved it. They leaned into it, craving more.
Noob was much less drunk this night. They were somewhat still down to earth, and definitely knew that what they were doing would forever affect their friendship. Guest 666 would probably not remember. But Noob would. They knew, yet they wanted; needed; borderline begged; for this, and they just had to take the opportunity.
He yanked their skirt down, leaving them bare except for their underwear. The cold air had hit them like a slap, but they hadn’t cared. Not when he was staring at them like that, his eyes praising them by itself. They watched as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of their underwear and pulled them off, tossing them aside without a second thought. Slap. The sound of the fabric hitting the floor had been almost as loud as their heartbeat.
“N-ngh…fuck…!” they mewled as Guest shoved a finger in them suddenly. Their already wet cunt helped Guest easily push in further, even allowing them to add another digit. The way Guest moved their fingers in them made their head go completely blank. They melted at every touch, every time he went a little deeper.
He then started to move in them, their walls tightening at each sudden movement. Noob loved the blissful feeling of Guest's fingers in them, but they didn’t want just his fingers. No. They wanted more. Everything.
“M-mfh…! Can y-you hurry it up already?” they’d choked out, their voice shaky but desperate.
Guest had chuckled, low and dirty. “You want my cock that bad, huh?”
Yes. They hadn’t said it out loud, but they didn’t need to. The way they clawed at his shirt, trying to pull it off him, said enough. Rip. The buttons popped as he tore it off, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Their hands were on him in an instant, exploring every inch of his torso.
He’d fumbled with his pants, his drunkenness making him clumsier. Zzzip. The sound of his zipper going down was like music to their ears. It hit the ground with a loud thud. The second they hit the floor, he was naked, his cock standing stiff and proud. Drip. A bead of precum clung to the tip, and Noob’s mouth watered at the sight.
“Fuck me… please,” they’d begged, their voice shaking with need.
He didn’t make them wait. He lined himself up with their entrance, the head of his cock pressing against their slick folds. Lewd sounds soon echoed through the room.
“A-ah-! T-to much..!” Noob cried out, the burning pain stinging. Their nails dug into the sheets. The stretch was intense, but it felt so fucking good. He bottomed out, his hips flush against theirs. Noob shivered, their body betraying them as their pussy clenched at the pain. “F-fuck, Guest… stop,” they stammered, their hands instinctively pushing against his chest in a weak attempt to create space. But their plea, whether lost in his drunkenness or their own conflicting moans, was ignored. Instead of pulling back, his hand grabbed their hips, pulling them closer, overriding their physical resistance. Their push became a desperate, clinging grip, their body's need for pleasure taking over once again.
“Fuck, Noob, you’re so tight,” Guest groaned, his hands gripping their hips tightly as he began to move. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting all the right spots inside them.
Noob’s mind went blank, their entire world narrowing down to the sensation of Guest’s cock moving inside them. They could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every twitch as he fucked them with a relentless pace. Their pussy clung to him, squeezing him tightly, as if trying to keep him buried deep inside.
“M-more,” Noob whimpered, their voice trembling with need. “Please… harder…”
Guest smirked. “You want it harder? God, you’re such a slut for me,” he teased, his hands moving to grip their hips firmly. He pulled back slightly before slamming into them again, the force of his thrust making the bed shake beneath them.
Noob cried out, their body convulsing with pleasure as Guest’s cock hit a spot inside them that sent sparks shooting through their veins. Their cunt was dripping wet, the slickness making it easier for him to fuck them even deeper. The sounds of their fucking filled the air, a symphony of lust and desire.
Guest leaned down, biting into their neck. He sucked hard, causing there to be a hickey, but both of them didn't care at the moment. That was a problem for later.
“You feel so fucking good,” Guest murmured against their lips, his voice hoarse with need.
Noob couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All they could do was feel—the pleasure building inside them, the way their walls clenched around Guest’s cock, the way his lips felt against theirs. They were lost in the sensation, completely at his mercy.
Guest’s hands moved up to their nipples, squeezing them roughly as he continued to fuck them. His fingers pinched their nipples hard, sending jolts of pleasure straight to their core. Noob moaned loudly, their hips bucking against his as they tried to match his pace.
Noob nodded frantically, their nails raking down his back as they clung to him. “Yes… yes, Guest… please… don’t stop…”
He chuckled darkly, his hands moving to their wrists, pinning them above their head. “I’m not going to stop,” he promised, his cock slamming into them relentlessly. “Not until you’re screaming my name.”
The pressure inside Noob was building rapidly, their orgasm looming on the horizon. They could feel it coiling in their stomach, ready to explode at any moment. Their cunt was clenching around Guest’s cock, trying to milk him for everything he was worth.
“G-Guest… I’m gonna…” Noob gasped, their body trembling with the effort to hold on.
Noob screamed as their orgasm hit them like a tidal wave, their body convulsing violently as pleasure exploded through every inch of them. Their hole clenched around Guest’s cock, milking him for all he was worth as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over them.
Guest groaned loudly, his own release following shortly after. His cock throbbed inside them as he spilled himself deep within their cunt, filling them with his cum. The sounds of their climax echoed in the room as they both came undone together.
For a moment, they stayed like that, panting and trembling as they rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms. Guest pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with a mixture of their fluids. He looked down at Noob, a satisfied expression on his face.
Noob’s body was still humming from the intensity of what they’d just experienced, every nerve tingling with the aftermath of pleasure. Guest’s lips brushed against theirs, soft and teasing, and for a moment, they let themselves sink into it. But then reality hit like a cold splash of water.
This was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
They pulled back abruptly, their heart pounding not from excitement but from a sudden rush of guilt. “We—we shouldn’t,” they stammered, their voice shaky. “This… this is too much.”
Guest raised an eyebrow, a worried look filling their face, but they had no right to fight back. “Too much? You didn’t seem to think so five minutes ago.” His hand trailed down their arm, his touch light but insistent. “Come on, Noob. Are you sure?”
They wanted more. God, they did. Their body was still throbbing with the need for him, their legs trembling with the memory of how he’d filled them. But their mind was screaming at them to stop.
“I can’t,” they said, pulling away further. They sat up, their hands shaking as they reached for their discarded clothes. “This… this isn’t us. We can’t just—”
“Why not?” Guest interrupted, his voice low and dangerously smooth. “It felt good, didn’t it? You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
Noob’s cheeks burned. Of course they’d enjoyed it. How could they not? Every touch, every thrust, every moan that had escaped his lips had sent their mind spiraling into ecstasy. But that didn’t make it right.
“...Maybe,” they admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m scared. You won't remember this. I will. I want to stay best friends… and I can’t… do this.”
Guest reached out, his fingers brushing against their cheek. “Maybe we don’t need to go back,” he murmured. “Maybe we can be something more.”
Noob’s breath caught in their throat. His words were like a siren’s call, tempting them to throw caution to the wind and dive back into his arms. But they couldn’t. Not yet. Not like this.
“I need time to think,” they said finally, pulling on their underwear and standing up. Their legs felt unsteady beneath them, but they forced themselves to stay upright. “This… this is too much, too fast.”
Guest watched them for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he leaned back, running a hand through his messy dark hair. “Alright,” he said quietly. “If that’s what you need.”
Surprisingly calm for someone blackout drunk. But he didn't mean it. He didn't mean anything this night.
Noob nodded, their heart pounding as they grabbed the rest of their clothes. They dressed quickly, their hands fumbling with the straps on their shirt. Every movement felt heavy, like they were trying to swim through molasses.
Guest stayed where he was, his eyes never leaving them. “I love you, ok?” he said, his tone light.
Noob hesitated for a moment, their hand on the doorknob. They could feel his gaze burning into their back, feel the magnetic pull of him even from across the room. It would be so easy to turn around, to walk back to him and let him take control again.
But they couldn’t.
“I’ll see you at the dorm,” they said finally, their voice barely audible. And then they were gone, the door clicking shut behind them.
The walk home felt like an eternity. Every step reminded them of what had just happened—the way Guest’s hands had felt on their skin, the way his cock had filled them so completely. Their body was still buzzing with need, their thoughts a jumbled mess of desire and guilt.
As they collapsed onto their bed, they couldn’t help but replay the night in their mind. The way he’d kissed them, the way he’d touched them… It had been more than they’d ever imagined. But was it worth risking everything for?
And then, a new thought, cold and sharp, cut through the jumble of their emotions. They went through with it. Not just once, but every time an opportunity presented itself. They had always been a little too willing, a little too eager. The time with Guest was not the first time this had happened with a friend, or even a stranger. Noob had, on more than one occasion, found themselves in situations they shouldn't have, with people who wouldn’t remember or care the next morning. Each time, they’d felt this same chaotic mix of pleasure and shame, this same desperate need followed by a crushing wave of self-loathing.
It wasn’t normal. They knew it wasn’t. Most people were normal. Less insane. Maybe not perverted like them. They always thought they were disgusting, ever since they had been like this.
They'd always be in a situation where they would be drunk, by themself with someone else, and then something like this always seemed to happen. They remembered one time they had just gotten a regular uber from a party, when they’d somehow ended up in the back of his car, their pants around their waist, their body tingling with a mix of fear and exhilaration. They had begged them to stop, but not really. They had wanted it, and they knew. The next day, nobody was suspicious. Noob had gone on to pretend as well. But they hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it for weeks. It was a vicious cycle of wanting and hating themselves for wanting.This was why they had no boyfriend. This was why they could never commit. They were a freak. A slut. A whore. They never had enough, and that was the problem. When was enough for them? When would they finally stop doing things leading to their downfall?
The words echoed in their mind, each one a hammer blow to their self-esteem. They had always felt this way, this sense of being fundamentally broken, a glutton for physical intimacy that they could never be satisfied with. They were a drug addict, except their drug was sex. And like any addict, they hated their addiction.
They went to the bathroom, their movements stiff and cold. They locked the door, and for a moment, they just stared at their reflection in the mirror, their face blank and hollow. They didn’t see Noob. They saw a monster, a creature of insatiable desire.
The shame was a physical weight, a suffocating blanket that pressed down on their chest. They felt a familiar, desperate urge for a release, a way to punish themselves for their own disgusting nature. They opened the medicine cabinet, their hands shaking as they reached for a small, sharp object—a razor blade they’d hidden away for times like this.
They didn’t think. They didn’t let themselves feel. They just acted, the sharp cold of the metal a temporary antidote to the burning shame inside them. They drew the blade across their wrist, a thin line of red appearing on their skin. And then another. And another. The pain was a grounding force, a way to bring themselves back from the brink of emotional chaos. It was real, it was present, and it was a punishment they felt they deserved.
The sight of the blood, a stark contrast to their skin, brought a strange kind of peace. It was a release, a testament to their self-hatred. They were a freak, a slut, a monster. Constantly wanting more, more, more. And this was the price they had to pay for it. The pain was nice. Deserved. They didn't deserve anything but this. Pain was made for people like them. Creatures who didn't deserve an ounce of love or kindness. Why were they so horrid? Why wasn't anything enough? Why- why couldn't they be normal?
Once they decided they gave themself enough punishment for their hideous and heinous act, they wrapped a paper towel around the cuts, hiding the evidence of their self-destruction.
Guest’s words came back to them. "I love you, ok?" They were a lie. A drunken mistake. He couldn’t love them. No one could. Not the real them, the one who craved messy, desperate sex, the one who was too broken to ever be truly loved. They deserved to be alone, to suffer the consequences of their own actions.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of forced movements. Noob avoided Guest in the dorm lounge, grabbing a half-eaten granola bar and fleeing before he could say anything. In class, they sat in the back, hunched over their notebook, scribbling furious, nonsensical notes to avoid making eye contact with him. Every time a door creaked open, they flinched, convinced it would be him, coming to either confront them or, worse, to act like nothing had happened at all.
That evening, a knock came at their dorm room door. Noob’s stomach dropped. They knew who it was. The knocking was gentle at first, then more insistent. "Noob? I know you're in there. It's me.”
Noob didn’t move. They just stared at the door, their heart a frantic drum against their ribs. They were frozen, terrified of what was to come. A moment of silence passed before the knocking resumed, louder this time.
"Look, I'm not leaving until you open the door," Guest’s voice was strained, no longer holding its casual, morning-after tone. "We have to talk."
Slowly, shakily, Noob got up and walked to the door. They fumbled with the lock, their hands trembling so badly they could barely turn the knob. When the door opened, Guest stood there, looking completely different from his earlier carefree self. The smirk was gone, replaced by a deep worry that made his eyes look even more bloodshot.
"Hey," he said, his voice soft. "Can I come in?”
Noob just nodded, stepping back to let him pass. He walked to the center of the room, his eyes scanning the space, which felt more like a cage than a home to Noob. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit Noob knew well.
"Look," he began, "I... I don't remember everything from last night. Most of it is a blur. I was... way too drunk. But... there are flashes. Sounds. I remember… a loud thud." He paused, looking at the floor as if searching for the ghost of his fallen pants. "I remember your hand on my chest." He looked up, his gaze piercing through Noob’s carefully constructed wall of detachment. "And... I think I remember you telling me to hurry up. And then… I remember you crying out.”
The words hit Noob like a physical blow. The shame, which they had tried to bury under alcohol and self-hatred, came flooding back. He remembered. Not everything, but enough. Enough to piece together the scene, enough to know exactly what had happened.
"It's... fine," Noob mumbled, hugging themself. "You were drunk. It's fine."
"No," Guest said, taking a step closer. "No, it's not fine. I said things. I called you..." he trailed off, his face contorting in pain. "I called you a slut, didn't I?"
Noob flinched, a quiet sob escaping their lips. They shook their head, refusing to meet his gaze. Him saying that definitely hurt. But at the time, the pleasure over rid all the negative things they would have felt.
"I'm so sorry, Noob," he continued, his voice breaking. "I... I don't know why I did that. I would never say something like that to you. I would never... I remember you crying out. I remember you saying my name."
He took another step closer, his hand reaching out. Noob pulled away sharply. "Don't," they whispered, their voice a broken plea.
"Did you... did you want to?" Guest asked, his voice filled with an agonizing mix of guilt and confusion. "I remember... I remember you saying you needed me to... to stop. And I didn't. I... I didn't mean any of it. I love you, okay?” The final words, a sober repetition of his drunken confession, broke Noob completely. The tears, which they had been holding back all day, finally came, a torrent of grief and shame. "Stop it," they sobbed, their voice cracking. "Just... stop."
Guest just stood there, watching as Noob fell apart, the realization of what they had done and what he had done settling over them both like a heavy, suffocating blanket. The words hung in the air, a final, devastating truth: everything had changed, all done by one single, chaotic night.
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