TharnType Imagines [18+]

Good Boy

~Season 1, Episode 6~
Tharn is hurt because Type has been seeing a girl.
Type intended to make Puifai his girlfriend and sleep with her, but he can't go through with it.

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*Tharn's POV*

In the dark room, I try my damn hardest to not think about what Type is doing with Puifai right at this moment. The thought of Puifai getting to hear his lovely moans, Type running his hands over her body like he does with me... it hurts more than I can bear.

Over the music playing through my headphones, I hear the door creak open and I freeze in my bed. Type's home a lot earlier than I had anticipated. I feel the weight of the bed shift as Type lays down behind me, and I pretend to be asleep. His arms slips over my waist, and I clench my fist as pain stabs me in the heart.

"I'm sorry, Tharn," Type whispers in the darkness. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

I slip off my headphones and set them on my nightstand. "Why are you apologizing?" I ask, even though I have a pretty good idea of why he's sorry, and I'm scared to hear him say it out loud.

"I slept with Puifai," Type's voice wavers. "She invited me up to her room. And suddenly, I remembered what I said to you. That you can have sex with anybody, and it's none of my business." Type's hold on my waist tightens, and he holds me closer. "It pains me."

"Why?" I whisper. Why would he care about who I sleep with? He's made it adamantly clear that I'm nothing to him.

"I don't know," Type says, his voice shaking. "The thought of you being with another man... makes me insane."

"Why?" I ask again, the pain of knowing Type slept with a women still stabbing at my chest.

"When I was hugging her soft body, I kept thinking about yours," Type admits, and my breath catches in my throat. "While I was kissing her, all I thought about was your kiss. Whenever I'm with her... I'm always thinking about you."

I slightly turn so I can see Type's face. "Did you really sleep with her?"

Type shakes his head. "I couldn't do it, Tharn. Do you hear me? I can't sleep with women anymore!"

I turn more on my back so I'm completely facing Type. He's leaning over me, about two inches from my face. "Maybe you're just tired," I suggest.

"No," Type shakes his head earnestly. "I'm not tired."

"Maybe you're just... not into her?"

"I'm not interested in any woman at all!" Type insists, but I still refuse to get my hopes up too high.

"Maybe you'll find other men interesting," I shrug.

Type grips the front of my white shirt. "Do you want to die? I'm a man. I don't want to sleep with any other men. I can only do it with you." I stare at Type, hesitantly letting my guard down to him. "You are the only person I want to sleep with. Please forgive me. Forgive me one more time," Type softly pleads.

Looking at Type's pained expression and his hearing pleading words, I can't resist him any longer. My wall crumbles, and I slide my hand into his hair and pull him down to me. Type buries his head into my shoulder, a few warm tears dripping down. I caress his hair and his cheek soothingly.

"Good boy," I praise tenderly. "You already know that I can never be angry with you." Type snuggles in deeper to the crook of my neck as I rub my thumb over his cheek. "You are mine."

Type lifts his head and gazes deep into my eyes. "It's you who are mine. Because I will never let you go again."

I smile at Type. "You already know that I have always been yours."