call me when you're sober

two am

Skin slapping, heavy panting and cries of pleasure filled the room as the smell of sweat and alcohol lingered in the air.

It was half-past two in the morning.

Your mouth cried of pleasure from his heavy pounding from the back as he hit your soft spot with his hardened cock; while your heart cried in pain as this is yet another one of those two am drunk calls he'd make to you.

You know it's wrong, that it's not fair to you.

But you can't stay away.

You have fallen too deep for this man.

"Ah~ Osamu! Yes! Fuck! Right there!" you exclaimed as you felt close to your high, feeling Osamu's body warmth against yours—his chest on top of you as his lips met yours—hungrily nibbling on your mouth that you kept open as you cry out his name again and again.

You felt Osamu's hand slither on your arms, slowly intertwining with your fingers, pinned against the bed—his hot breath on your face as he panted roughly, thrusting with all his might, his pelvis brushing against yours with each movement.

"Look at me baby" he commands, and you obeyed. Your eyes filled with tears, not sure if from the pleasure of his cock stretching your walls or the pain of your heartbreak, knowing you will never be more than his two am booty call.

His grip tightened on your fingers as he felt your walls clutch tighter as he neared his own orgasm, your back arched as you shut your eyes and threw your head back from the knot coming undone in your stomach.

"Baby you feel so fucking good, I'm close uhh~" he growls against your ears as his lips met your neck, curling his body as felt his release approach.

Osamu reached his limit with a few more deep thrusts, his hot cheeks brushed against yours, his lips on your ears as he nibbled on it, hissing, and growling as his body and cock twitched—releasing his load inside you.

His lips brushed against your cheeks again as you slowly felt his weight come off you, leaving you on his bed, naked and cold. Your body so vulnerable, your legs weakened from his relentless pounding. Your skin etched marks from his sucking lips and tight grips, which Osamu liked to leave, as if he is marking his property.

Yet you know damn well he will never be yours.

"Don't forget to lock the door."

His cold voice registered in your head, your heart ached for him so many times, yet you will never ever get used to it. His dimly lit apartment that reeked of alcohol, one you have grown so used to, one where you showed Osamu how much you loved him by making love to him.

One where he'd hold you like you're his'.