Im in the writing mood, so here we go!
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Warnings: Teasing, orgasm control, oral, (both receiving) contest to see who cums last, degrading, praising, slapping, choking, hair pulling, strangers to lovers. Anal sex, crying, overstimulation, aftercare (Kind of a kinker chapter today haha 😅)
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"Anthony! Get in here!" My mom calls from the kitchen. I groan and toss a shirt on.
"Yes?" I ask, giving her an annoyed look.
My mother narrows her eyes at me, which I reply with an eye roll. She scoffs, but takes a deep breath.
"We have new neighbors, so, I want you to give them this," she says, handing me a basket.
Inside, they had fruits, some air freshener, and candy.
Wow, what a great choice.
I roll my eyes, taking the basket. "Mhm, be right back," I say, sliding my feet in my flip flops.
"Make sure you introduce yourself. Oh, and tell them if they need anything to let me know," she calls out.
"Yes, Mom. love you,", I call out as I step out of or house.
I walk across the street and knock on the door, sighing as I'm forced to meet someone I don't want to.
Or, that's what I thought?
As the door opened, I looked up. "Hello, we're from the street across. We just wanted to say hell-"
I pause as I make contact with him.
He was probably about 6'4, while I was 5'11. He had brown curly hair, that just kinda laid on his head. Which, I found hella hot.
He wore glasses, and had blue eyes.
He was lightskin, too.
I must've looked like a complete idiot standing there and staring at him.
"O-oh uhm sorry," I mumble, still staring. "As I was saying, my mom wanted me to introduce us," I say.
He nods, smirking down at me. "Mhm," he hums, taking the basket out my hands. "You good?"
"Yeah, fine," I mumble.
Fuck, he had braces too?
He was perfect. While, I was basic. I had dreads, I was dark skin. People say girls go crazy over me. Which, isn't true.
For one, I'm gay. For too, I'm short as fuck. And three, I can't pull.
He snaps me out of my thoughts, "I'm Deshawn, you?"
"Oh, uhm, Anthony," I reply back, smiling awkwardly.
"Cool, uh, you wanna come in? You seem cool," Deshawn asked.
"Yeah, uh sure," I clear my throat, walking inside. I look around, and see boxes.
"Sorry, my mom's still at our old house packing, she didn't want me to unpack without her."
"Oh, it's fine," I say, taking a deep breath.
"I did unpack my room though, I just got done setting up my bed,"
I nod, watching him set the basket down and going into a room in the back of the house. It was huge. He had a massive bed too.
A gaming console, desk, and a huge closet.
He takes a seat on his bed, which, I go to do also.
Instead, he pulls me into his lap, smirking.
I gasp at his action, instinctively grabbing his shoulders.
