One shots

ao3: Shy boy (straight people,poly)

Shy

"C-cumming!" He said softly, head tucked into her shoulder. He breathed heavy for a few seconds before pulling out and covering himself. He stayed next to her curled up and she said " Sweetheart why don't you stay in me for a while?" He shakes his head and hugs his pillow tighter, "sorry-I don't Llast long". He tried not to let his eyes water but the tears fell and he sobbed quietly. " Little one... Darling please stop crying... I have an idea okay?okay so next time how about we switch-" " N-No!" He said it loudly and hiccuped before crying harder, " Not even mya daddy can feel your tight hole?" He trembled and said," N-not right now-". She pet his head full of curls and kissed his head , as she combed the light brown curls the door opened. He didn't look at the door, he ignored their speech, he didn't want to be reminded of everything he should be. How he should act, look. Or how he should be giving aftercare to her because she deserved it so much.

He loved the others and felt so much guilt because of his thoughts, the other guys were tall and handsome. They lasted for a while, and although he always made sure she came at least once, the pain of being such and under performer out weighed the feeling of pleasure.

They had blue collar jobs and he was four years out of college with a degree in fashion and working at a big company. He was so useless when it came to the things he should be so good at. He loved Sara to bits and pieces, loved Grady and Andrew, and although he knew they loved him he often wondered what lies beyond death. How he would do it, where or what time.

The thought of someone seeing his body again made him want to cry harder before dry heaving. He stood 5'4, 120 pounds (10 pounds overweight in his mind) with no muscles, skill or winning personality. Hardly good performance in bed yet sometimes he could only think about sex. He felt disgusted with himself, with just everything.

He was pretty lost in thought, his eyes lolled closed and he sighed in warmth. He wore boxers and sweat pants with a sweater on, he was sweating slightly. It took a little bit to smell his boyfriend, his shampoo.