Shameless, Only For Him

One

Important: Don't skip the warnings I've added in the Character Introduction. If you did, just take a look before proceeding♥️

Dhana Lakshmi

"Puvi..."

I moan as I increase the pace of my fingers on my clit, rubbing it faster and harsher until I reach that blissful place. The orgasm is close and I deliberately slow down, just so I could form a tempting scenario in my head when I cum.

Puvi, his lips on my clit, it's hot.

Imagining his mouth on the said spot, I further ascend the pace of my fingers and the tingles that rush up my lower stomach at the stimulation have me curl my toes and tighten my muscles. I can feel the orgasm nearing and within seconds, I would burst.

"Puvi..." I let out a breathy moan, fantasized about the dirty scene, and finally attained the orgasm. My pelvic region keeps throbbing and my unexplored opening clenches and unclenches, expecting the dick of a certain someone who I'm not sure will ever give in to me.

A tear slides down my eyes as I come down from my high. It's not out of pain, not out of regret, but out of shame...

He's dismissed my love, always. He's never taken me seriously. Yet I keep swirling around him, desperately trying to gain his attention. Why? Why do I do that? Because I've no self-respect when it comes to him.

He has always been there with me. He's taken care of me since I was a child. We grew up together and it was only natural for me to be attracted to him. I mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy as charming and loving as my Puvi?

I've done everything to showcase my love for him but he's rejected me each time, indirectly. Deep inside, I know he doesn't like me that way. Still, I can't leave him. I just can't do that. The mere thought of him being with another girl makes me go insane.

My Puvi has always been single and none knows the reason behind his saint behavior. I as well am unaware of it but I'm pleased that he's untouched like me. It has me develop more respect and attraction toward him...

He's a perfect man in my eyes and I'll not ever let him slip away from me. Even though I've failed in all of my attempts to drag him to me, I'll keep trying until he falls for me.

My heart flutters as I think back to all of the moments we'd held eye contact. Those innocent touches, small smiles, caring actions, it's all in my memory.

But there were many hurtful moments as well. It's imprinted in my brain too, causing me immeasurable pain whenever I rewind about it.

The very recent incident was when Puvi said these words while we were having a conversation...

"Why can't girls approach boys?" I'd asked him in the flow of our talk.

"Because then the girl would seem very desperate, Dhana," I was dumbfounded at his response. It was targeted towards me.

"She's not desperate. She's into him and is just trying her luck," he'd smiled at my retort.

"Trying her luck? If the guy is into her, he would've approached her long back. If a girl ever has to make the first move, it just means that the guy has no interest in her to begin with," he wasn't speaking generally. It was intended for me specifically...

I knew it, yet I disregarded it and kept going back to him. My persistency has him perceive me as a shameless girl and it truly hurts to be considered as such a girl by Puvi. I shed tears sometimes while thinking of my pathetic self but I have to endure it...

He'll definitely love me someday.

Wiping at my tears, I smile sadly to myself and flip my naked self on the bed. How many years have passed since I've started touching myself to his thoughts? How would he react If he's to know all the nasty acts I do when I'm alone in my room?

Would he be disgusted? Or Would he feel prideful?

I suppose I should go with the first option given that he has no interest in me. It pains me to even think of it.

Sighing, I perch on the bed, and with my still-hazed mind and wobbly legs, I saunter to the attached bathroom to clean up myself.

"Dhana, have your lunch, come outside!" I yell a 'Ya, on the way' to my mom and start to put on my clothes. A blue T-shirt and black knee-length shorts.

Once I deck on my clothes, I stare at my body in the mirror. My wheatish skin is gleaming because of what I'd just done. Sundays' have always been my toughest days to pass...

I am the most horniest when it's Sunday and it has become my routine to touch myself. The times I've masturbated with Puvi's thoughts are almost uncountable. It started when I was 14 and now I'm 19, stretching the habit without fail.

"Dhana!" Letting out an annoyed huff, I walk out of my room. "Look at the time Dhana ma, it's past 3.30 pm, you should have your lunch on time," Appa advises and I suddenly felt guilty, almost bashed to meet his eye.

No one knows what goes on in my room. They think I'm naive, studying or scrolling through my phone in my room, but what have I been doing?

"Okay Dad," I uninterestedly respond and without glancing at him, I move towards the dining area where my mom has already begun allocating the food on my plate with a slight glare.

If my elder brother had been here, he would've heaved me out of my room to have my food at time. But he's got a job and a secret girlfriend and so, he's busy.

It's been a few years since he moved out. Our home, the apartment has become dull in his absence. And then there's my elder sister, neither her presence nor her absence means anything to me. Not that I don't love her...but she's extremely silent which is quite irritating for me to handle.

Our relationship wasn't the best but love her, even though she talks very least, I, very minutely missed her when she went to Bangalore to continue her higher studies. At present, she's trying to grab a job...and with the intelligent brain she has, I'm sure she will land one soon.

Thus, it's only me in the apartment now with my parents. I refused to go to a hostel for my college studies because my Puvi is still here, right across from our apartment.

Also, I took B.com, to become a chartered accountant like him. I use my studies as a reason to bang on his door oftentimes, begging him to tutor me on certain topics. And when he does so, all I do is check him out.

Puvi had his mother in the apartment with him but a few years ago, she passed away in a drunk and drive accident. It had me want to embrace him and love him with no limits...

My Puvi is a gem, he deserves nothing but love.

But only mine, not someone else's.

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Ahem

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