Four's Number One

Chapter 5

Training has just begun but I can't get my vivid sex dream about Four out of my mind. He's behind me, watching me... Watching me punch a bag with my gender-neutral arms that are so weak because I'm so stupid, teehee.
    "Weak punch, *insert gender-neutral slur*," yells Four, and I c*m. Because I'm an overdeveloped caricature of an underdeveloped Wattpad character, I tend to c*m or extract pleasure from insults.
    "Th-thanks Da-, sorry, Four," I moan loudly.
    This sex dream isn't doing me favors when Four decides to press his body against my back and wrap his hands around my fists to help my punching form. All I can feel is his raging hard-on... Oh wait... He's soft... It's giving THIQUE. I start grinding on his d*ck like the helpless sl*t I am because I can't get no satisfaction.
    "I-I used to get b-bullied when I was y-younger," I mutter. He sighs and then rips off my sweats and f*cks my tight pretty hole.
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4 hours later
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We're on the floor of the gym and he's j*zzing fountains of c*m on me, I'm in heaven. I could die happy because I'm such a. Simple person who only needs s*x because I'm written for the male gaze.
    "How were you bullied... Babe?" He asks, hesitantly. "Can I call you that?"
    "I mean, I've ingested 100 million of your potential, unborn children... SO YES!!!" I scream the last part.
    "Fuck yeah!" He whispers under his breath.
    "When I was 7 I used to do my best in school and my teachers held me back a grade every time... That's why I was repeating the 1st grade for the 11th time last year. I guess... Ever since then, I've felt really... Stupid, teehee ;)... And I've felt like I wasn't good enough to waste time on because spending even a second with me was going to deplete you of brain cells... Not just because I was stupid though. It was also because the boys went "gaga for my goo," which means tight pink hole. I've struggled with self worth for such a long time, getting called slurs left and right for my stupid name. Who even names a child Y/N... Be more creative, that's such a pathetic hippie name—"
"I f*cking love your name Y/N. I think it's so sexy and moan-able and I want to fuck your name as a separate entity."
"That's so fucking sweet of your Four... I was also beat up by 17 year olds when I was 7. They beat me within an inch of my life. And every time I went to the hospital. And everytime I healed, I got chicken nuggets... Which is why I collect chicken nuggets in a dark, damp, tight, small, wet, moist, pussyflap, cold, pink shoebox... They get moldy and it smells so good. I call it 'getting high off mushrooms.' "
"THank you for sharing that you pathetic shit bag... Speaking of, I want to fuck your shithole... Let my massive peen in."
"FOUR I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK!!!"