my heart is your gut | yandere love

masturbation

Milo arrived at his home and flinged off his backpack, and sighed 

"Mom, Dad, Christian, Im home!" 

no answer.

of course there wasn't any answer, his mother had committed suicide, his father was in jail for assault, drug pocession and murder, and finally his little brother was dead. All of this was kept a secret by the family, and nobody besides him knew the hell he has gone through. 

He walked towards the kitchen and made himself some lazy dinner, just some instant noodles. when he finished he went up to his room, and locked himself in. He thought it was quite stupid for him to lock himself in when literally not a single soul besides him coexisted in his house, but it was a habit, so he didnt unlock it.  He sat down on his messy bed and thought of Hazel. That girl was weird, but somehow she managed to charm him with her energetic personality, her body was thin and tan, and she didnt have much of a ass or any tits, her hair was messy, and her eyes were  a very common color, they were black, but somehow, she seemed very beautiful and perfect to him. he hasnt felt this way in a while, he felt a sudden impulse to pleasure himself using Hazel as the primary image. He took down his pants and boxers, and he placed his cold hand in his member, slowly stroking it.

:Hazel's thin body didnt seem that bad. Maybe her chests were bigger than they looked with clothing on? maybe her messy hair was soft,, maybe her vagina was soft.. maybe she was soft. Will she be able to handle a giant cock down her throat? does she like anal?" the boy was starting to feel the cold sensation of pleasure "her pussy must be able to take five dicks.. maybe even ten" the boy imagined Hazel strapped in her bed, naked, but with some black socks on. this made him feel a incredibly pleasuring sensation, before he finished off and fresh semen squirted in his floor.  

This sensation that he thought was called "love" went over him. he wanted to find Hazel, pull her pants off, and fuck her for hours. He wanted to stroke her hair and chests and hear her moan as her vagina gets wet. He wanted to see her again, he wanted her to stroke his hair again, he wanted to find her and hug her, kiss her, touch her, fuck her, lick her, cut her, stroke her-- he wanted her to be with him forever. after all, she was the first person to care for him besides his mother, who was dead anyways. 

He sat down on his desk, and took out some papers, and then grabbed a pencil from one of his pockets, he sketched a drawing of Hazel, her expression was a lighthearted smile, her hair was messy and her eyes were sparkling.  he felt so good making this picture, it was like if he had Hazel in his hands.. god damn it he wanted to see her so badly.

for the next three hours, Milo continued to sketch Hazel, in vulgar ways.