Doll House [oneshots]

Not her lover

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He dragged his sloppy body through the crowd, alcohol cup held by his fingers; drowsy eyes trying to navigate his way through the bathroom at the party.

"Ffffuck....I drank too much" he slammed the door unintentionally. "Finally....some noise free zone....lucky..there's no one here.."

His slump body made it to the basin. He tried to adjust his visions of his reflection over the mirror and turned on the faucet Cold water droplets sends him goosebumps. He splashes up his flushed face, lets the coldness devour his skin. He liked it. He liked it when the water drops rolled down to his warm neck and neutralized the surface. The dimmed blue neon lights and the song playing at the party, muffled and bassboosted,

"....So I love when you call unexpected...Cause I hate when the moment's expected..."

he sang along with the song. He tilted his heavy head back and groaned softly whilst his memories with her naked body flashed perfectly synced with the song.

"Ffuck...I shouldn't be doing this.."

A touch of guilt spreads over his chest, like a bleeding from a mere cut. He glanced back at the mirror, his memories with her projected on the glass, a reflection of her beautiful figure stood beside him.

She smiled and kissed his right shoulder; he gulped as if she is there. His breath quivered from the touch of the man-made imagination he created, but it felt so real to deny. She kept kissing over his warm alcohol infused skin, gently making her way through between the sink and his tall body. Her both hands lifted her body up in the counter, placed her torso safely, spread her legs, hugging with her sleek legs over his hips and kissed his lips motionly.

She smiled slyly and made her right hand over his jeans and cupped his hard bulge. Her left hand cupped his red flushed cheeks and kept kissing feverishly while gently squeezing his bulge at the same pace.

He groaned soflty out of pleasure, he was so drunk and confused that he couldn't distinguish between the reality and being drunk, neither the imagination of her or the almost real human body.

He was questioning himself that what did he do to deserve such treatment from the girl he ghosted right after the confession to become his girlfriend when he definitely didn't want to be her lover. All he did was for his selfish sexual needs, just wanted to fuck for good.

"Mmmhm...I-I don't understand....why are you doing this?..." he spoke in between the kisses.

"What do you mean you don't understand?...you told me to follow you here, okay?" an unknown voice broke the intimate session between them.

He stumbled back as soon as the Unfamiliar voice hit his ears. He adjusted his blurry vision, ears kept ringing.

"Look, are you we gonna do it or not? I don't have time dude" she asked with a heavy tone.

His heart sunk when he hit the reality, it wasn't her, it was never her from the beginning, he cursed himself mentally about how cheap he become, infact, dogs are much loyal compared to men like him.

"....No...leave..." he replied. She stomped out immediately from the toilet, smashed the door without saying a single word. It was unnecessary to waste more time if the consent isn't there.

He pinched between his eyebrows with fingers and groaned.

"This is so frustrating...too fucked up..how am I going to tell her that I still remember her..." he clenched his jaws while his tears threatened to explode for the guilt grew inside.

He sat against the wall, gave up his arms and body over the surface as his lips parted and a drop of tear rolled over his cheek, his eyes became extra heavy to be alerted for his safety; but he gave up and let his body drift away wherever it wished to be, just to numb the pain, hence to escape the tight feeling for the night.

To be continued...