FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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It has to be like seven o'clock in the morning.

That's what time I wake up. Thirsty, dry mouthed and feeling sticky, I open my eyes. The first thing I think of is how hot it is. To be expected, with my girlfriend clinging to me.

I manage to roll over without waking her and realize just how tired that I am. My body feels rejuvenated. Like I'm a new man. But physically? I'm fucking exhausted. Pulling Malia closer to me, I wrap her in my arms and kiss her forehead.

On a normal day, Malia has a way of reassuring me that doesn't involves sex. But today, well, yesterday, was not a normal day.

For one, I lost my keys before I even made it out of the suite. Two, Coach had us up early as hell to run practice. And three, I've been feeling on edge for the last six days.

I've wanted nothing but to be around Malia. That's it. When I'm with her, I feel fine. I don't feel overwhelmed, I don't feel spaced out. I do, however, feel like I need to be close to her.

She's my girlfriend. Mine. I don't want to have to check people about her. They should know. I don't want to have to argue or beat somebody up because they tried her. They should know better from the years prior. I can't risk anything, though. I already have an infraction. Losing my scholarship isn't something that I even want to think about.

I just got my sponsor. I'm one year away. That's it. I've got one year left after this and I'm good. That's all that I need to focus on.

Just myself, basketball and Lia.

I look down at her and smile softly. She's tuckered out from her methods of torture. Malia has also never taken the lead for sex like that. She's been bossy and petty but never... dominant. I don't think that it's going to happen very often due to how torturous she is but hey. Whenever I'm in the mood to be treated like a whore with no home training, I will let her domme me.

For now, I'm a whore with home training.

I pull the covers up on Malia's naked body and she snuggles closer to me. I let her get comfortable and fall deeper into sleep before I slowly get out of bed. I put on my boxers and walk out to the bathroom. It takes forever for me to actually be able to pee.

I blame Lia.

When I'm finished using the bathroom, I wash my hands and walk back out. I go into the room and grab my phone to check the time.

It's 7:45.

I look at Lia and debate with myself before saying screw it and walking to the kitchen. She can get a few extra minutes of sleep before I wake her up to get ready for class.

I get myself a glass of water as my phone buzzes in my hand. As I drink it down, I look at the notification, tapping it so open the thread.

I can hear the blood rushing in my head as my heart thumps in my ears. I stare at the message as my breathing shallows.

It's not that big of a deal, really. I can live through this.... I can. Even though it's been a weighted block on my brain for the last week, I can get through it. As long as I focus on basketball, myself...

And my girlfriend.

I swipe the app away and lock my phone. I put it in my pocket and leave it there. I drink a second glass of water and a third before going to wake Malia up.

She's groggy when she sits up, pulling the blankets around her for warmth. I turn my heater on and pull her out of bed.

"Come on. We have to shower and get ready for  class, baby." I hold my hand out for her to hold.