Four's Number One

Chapter 6

"UH, UH, UH, UH, UH," I keep repeating it like a tone deaf influencer repeating their mistake after being called out on it. Four's throbbing member is pulsating inside me and I am being ravaged like a Minecraft village after the Village and Pillage update came out. God I live for his massive glowstick...I wish he was nice to me. I can change him though.
    "You moan like a stupid fucking whore on steroids." Four's voice is deep and manly, unlike a gay fem twink's which may or may not be who I am based on who I am narrating to, but it sure as hell isn't about the author because he is manly—fourth wall break, teehee. I take it as a compliment, but I can't help but feel a little belittled... I am vwery wittle, me so bwabwy.
    "TAKE YOUR G-GARGANTUAN P-P-PLEASURE P-POLE OUT OF MY S-SMALL TIGHT ABYSSAL HOLE!" I'm nervous about how he'll react, but as soon as I say it, he exits me and sits upright next to me and looks into my eyes like a lost puppy. His hazel orbs are soft and his succulent lips are pouting and closed. He doesn't seem angry or mad. I think...I think we're about to have a real conversation.
    "Everything okay my sweet precious Y/N?" Four says kindly.
    "Y-yeah, I'm sorry, I just w-wanted to ask if you could be n-nicer to me now that we're t-together."
    "Really? I wasn't expecting that..." he says in a tone that obviously invites me to ask why.
    So, I do, "Why?"
    "Back when I was 18–2 years ago—I used to have a ton of chicks and chicos on my D at all times. But it wasn't always that way. I used to be a nerd with big glasses who wore a nerdy shirt and a nerdy vest and nerdy gray pants. No one came close to me even though underneath my too-tight clothes and my oversized glasses were my massive muscles and bulging balls. I also was bullied like you, but because of my nerdy-ness. I would get milkshakes thrown at me that disintegrated when they came to contact with my skin because it's so tough and strong. One of them was nice and told me I had to change if I wanted to get some soaking wet (p/b)-ussy. I asked how and he told me I needed to change a lot, so he proceeded to give me contacts and a change of clothes and I was perfect. He also told me to be aggressive because everyone likes that in bed. I yelled meanly and they loved it. They got off on top of one another once I said hello. I chose to be cold and heartless, so as not to break my heart. I guess you changed me. And can I be honest? I'm so glad this is happening. I am so excited to not be such an old bitter fairy queen. Thanks for listening,"
    "Of course, I love not talking." That is so not true, I love opening my talking mouth-pussy flaps...but for Four I'll listen.