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Kromer presses her lips to Sinclair’s, holding him by the wrists as they sit on the bed.
“Kromer... What are you doing..?” Sinclair asks as Kromer pulls away, feeling uncomfortable. This is really not what he thought would happen when he asked Kromer if she wants to come over for a sleepover at his place.
“Shhh... Your family will hear us..” Kromer whispers before leaning in for another kiss. Sinclair’s face turns scarlet. He looks away, feeling confused about his feelings and not knowing how to deal with Kromer’s advances. She doesn’t listen to him, she never really did... Her lips feel plump and soft against his, her kisses so tender, it feels almost nice... But he doesn’t want this.
Sinclair tries to turn away from Kromer, but fails as she holds onto him tightly. “K-Kromer, please... Stop this... I’m not... I... I don’t feel the same way, alright..?” Sinclair pleads in a whisper, he doesn’t want to hurt Kromer’s feelings, but he doesn’t want to continue on kissing Kromer... He doesn’t like this being his first kiss at all, it was supposed to belong to someone else, someone more special...
But Kromer doesn’t listen to him. Instead, she kisses him again, silencing him. She gently slides her tongue inside Sinclair’s mouth. She is very gentle, and despite her actions going against Sinclair’s wishes, he can tell she doesn’t want to hurt him. Yet her grip on his wrists is strong...
“M... Mhm... Mph...” Sinclair lets out muffled sounds of protest as he blushes profusely. He doesn’t know what to do, he still doesn’t want to hurt Kromer’s feelings, he doesn’t want to shove her away. What if it’ll make her cry? Or.. What if she will do something worse if he does that... But even if he tried shoving her away, he can’t. Her grip on his wrists is too strong, and her body is too heavy as she sits on his legs for him to push her away with those.
Kromer’s tongue dances with Sinclair’s, exploring his mouth, before she pulls away, their tongues now connected by the string of saliva. Sinclair pants softly, feeling breathless after the kiss. Her actions make him feel completely embarrassed and flustered, resulting in him turning his gaze away. He could hardly look Kromer in the face, especially when she was only inches away from him, with the string of saliva still present. He felt dirty... But little did he know there was more to come.
“Look at me, Sinclair...” Kromer says, her voice sweet as honey. Sinclair looks back, almost seduced by her loving voice, just for her to confess, “I love you~”
Tears start to form in Sinclair’s eyes. He didn’t want this. He doesn’t love Kromer. “I... I don’t love you back, Kromer... I’m sorry...” he says, feeling like she’s the victim here. She showed him all her love in the world and that’s how he reacts? It’s pathetic. He should just bite his tongue and go along with her, but he wants to be honest with his best friend... He tries to pull away from Kromer, wanting to free himself from her hold. “Please, let me go...”
“Shhh...” Kromer shushes him like a scared child, before kissing his forehead. “I won’t let you go... I didn’t show you how much I love you yet...” she smiles.
“Kromer... P...Please... Stop...” Sinclair’s heart aches. He doesn’t want to be intimate with Kromer, even if he has some affection towards her. It’s nothing more than friendship. Tears trickle down his cheeks.
“Don’t cry, please...” Kromer says softly, trying to soothe him. “Can you just do one thing for me? I promise I will let you go when I’m done...”
Sinclair feels his heart melt when he hears Kromer’s gentle voice. He nods. “O..Okay... What do you want me to do, Kromer...?” he asks as he wipes his tears, still being held by her against his will.
Kromer smiles. She leans in to lick Sinclair’s tears off his face gently before letting him free. “Just lie down comfortably on your belly for me, okay?”
Sinclair nods again and obeys Kromer’s request, shifting to lie on his belly and closing his eyes. Holding the pillow in his arms. He feels his heart beating rapidly, not sure what Kromer has in store for him now.
Kromer’s smile widens. She trails her hand down the length of Sinclair’s back before reaching his butt. “And now just pull your butt up, okay?~” she says sweetly as she pats his butt lightly.
Sinclair feels his heart skip a beat at the touch, but not in a good way. It wasn’t like butterflies in his stomach; it was like something he dreaded was just getting closer and closer. He isn’t sure why Kromer wants him to do this, but he obliges and lifts his butt up. He wants to look at Kromer, but he can’t. It's embarrassing for him to have his rear exposed to her in that way… It feels wrong.
He feels her touch his butt again, squeezing gently, before she slowly slides his pajama pants down. Sinclair shivers at the coolness of the room once his butt if fully exposed. His face getting redder. “What... What are you doing, Kromer...?” he asks quietly. He feels his heart pounding rapidly at everything she’s doing, feeling flustered, confused, wrong.
He hears no response. Instead... He feels something warm and wet against his hole, sliding gently against his sensitive skin... And then he realizes it’s Kromer’s tongue. Sinclair freezes. He closes his eyes tightly. This is so uncomfortable... For some reason, a part of him is curious about where this will go. It does feel kind of nice. Her tongue is so warm and soft. But the much bigger part yells at him to run, to stop her... But he can’t. He’s too scared. And the longer this goes on, the more uncomfortable Sinclair feels, and the fact his body reacts to Kromer’s actions doesn’t help. He tries to fight his arousal, feeling extremely embarrassed, conflicted, and uncomfortable.
After a few more wet licks, Kromer stops and gets on top of Sinclair, lying her body on his back, wrapping her hands around him. Sinclair can immediately feel something poking against his behind... Something hard. “Hmm... Can you feel it?~” she asks.
“K-Kromer... What...” Sinclair shivers at Kromer’s weight on top of him, feeling confused, but then he realizes just what is poking him. He gets red. “N..No..! Stop...” he says in a half-whisper, scared of what she will do to him.
“Shhhh...” Kromer cuddles Sinclair close, kissing the back of his neck, her touch gentle. “I promise it won’t hurt...” she whispers as she moves gently against Sinclair.
Sinclair’s heart races. He still feels conflicted, but he has no choice. He has to let Kromer do what she wants. There’s no way he will stop her. He can feel himself getting wet at Kromer grinding against him, even though he doesn’t want it at all.
Kromer pulled down her pants and Sinclair could feel her skin against his, and most importantly, her huge cock pressing against his wet pussy. “Remember to be quiet... We don’t want your parents to know about this...” she says softly before grabbing Sinclair’s wrists and holding them above his head with her hand.
Sinclair can only let out a little “Eep!” feeling Kromer’s naked body against his. He feels uncomfortable, but even more wet, and it makes him even more uncomfortable. It's beyond his control. He can’t control his body. He nodded at her request, feeling scared to make any sounds now.
Then he feels her slide inside him smoothly, letting out a quiet grunt. Sinclair gasped again at the unfamiliar feeling. “K-Kromer..?!” he says in a half whisper. He felt his heart pound in his chest as he closed his eyes tightly, trying to remain as still as possible.
“Shhhh, shhhhh..” Kromer shushes him before she begins thrusting into him slowly, one of her hand is gripping his wrist while the other hugs his torso.
Everything feels so incredibly uncomfortable, having Kromer inside. He wanted to push Kromer away from him, for her to pull away from his body. But he was too scared, and too weak to deal with the weight of her body.
“See..? It’s not that bad..~” Kromer says in a soothing tone as she keeps on thrusting.
Sinclair’s eyes flicker open as he hears Kromer’s voice. He tries looking at her, “Kromer... Please, stop... Please...” he begs, his voice trembling. His thoughts filled with contusion and anxiety. He feels vulnerable, at the mercy of Kromer’s actions.
“Shhh.. Y-You’re doing so good... A-Ahh..~” Kromer moans out quietly before kissing the back of Sinclair’s neck.
Sinclair tries to move away from Kromer, but he fails. He let’s out a soft whimper, “K-Kromer...” his pleading and begging sound more and more pathetic. He knows Kromer won’t stop. So he closes his eyes again, his face flushed as he tries to resist.
“You’re just so cute... Did you know that, Sinclair..? I love your whimpers, so so cute...” Kromer whispers to Sinclair, her hope moving at the same slow pace.
Sinclair feels his cheeks grow warm as he hears that. It was a compliment that he didn’t want to hear, not from her, not when she does this. He was still struggling, still feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable. But he was too scared to express it. “M... Mhnn... K-Kromer...” he whimpers. He hates this. Why does it feel so good when he doesn’t want it at all?
He felt Kromer thrusting a little faster, but her movements are gentle as ever, moving in and out of Sinclair, giving him time to breathe, it’s as if she really cares - yet doesn’t care enough to stop when he begs her to. Sinclair gasps softly every time Kromer thrusts into him. His body was clearly enjoying it. He felt it tremble under her touch, melt as she touches him, pushes herself inside of him, he feels his walls squeezing her cock, and it all felt just so wrong. “P.. Please..! Please... K-Kromer...” he couldn’t resist any longer, he could only whimper and beg her to stop, he felt so weak, so small, so pathetic.
“I love it when you beg...” he hears Kromer whisper to him. “I promise I will never leave... I’ll be always there for you...”
Sinclair continues to whimper softly, even when her words were sweet and kind. “K...Kromer...” he couldn’t get his words out anymore. “I... I...” he felt himself close to breaking point, his legs shaking and his heart pounding rapidly. He felt more and more humiliated the longer he stayed like this.
Kromer finally stopped holding onto his wrists. Sinclair couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that his wrists weren’t held anymore. But then he felt her touch him again. Now, instead, she held Sinclair close to her body with both of her hands. Her hands are so cold as she puts them under Sinclair’s shirt, but the rest of her body is so warm. It was almost pleasant to be held close, if not only for those icy hands.
She kept on kissing his neck, his shoulders, his back. He can feel the touch of her lips clearly on his body. He wants her to stop, but he gave up on begging at this point. All he can do is wait and pray for her to stop soon.
“O-Oh... Oh, Sinclair...~” Kromer moans out, “I think I’m close..~” she whispers directly into his ear.
Sinclair just wants this to end. His heart pounds faster in his chest as he shakes from the pleasure he’s feeling and the shame of enjoying it. His back arches as he tries his hardest to keep his whimpers quiet, not wanting anyone to hear his pathetic screams. He felt his body growing weak, as though he could give way under Kromer's weight any time now.
He feels Kromer thrust faster, deeper. He can feel her hitting his cervix. But each of her thrusts is filled with care and love. She clutches onto him tight, not letting him go. Sinclair gasps again, his body tenses up, feeling even more of this disgusting pleasure than before. “A-Ah.. Ah.. Hah.. Ah..” he lets out quiet, short, soft moans, not able to handle all this tension anymore.
Before he knew it, Kromer reached down to his pussy and started touching his little button, gently rubbing it. Sinclair moans quietly, not expecting the sudden touch. For a moment, he let his guard down, letting himself enjoy a bit of this pleasure, his eyes closing slightly. It felt good but the moment he felt like he’s getting closer and closer to cumming, he remembered who does this to him in first place. He tries to stop her, grab her hand, but he’s too late and feels himself finish, his body tensing up as his legs tremble. “A-Ahh!~” he cries out, his tears never drying up. He feels the immerse pleasure leaving his body, just to leave him in shame and pain.
“HnnAahhh!!~ Oh my dear Sinclair!~” Kromer moans, finishing right after Sinclair. She cums right inside him, filling him up to the brim with her warm cum that he never wanted inside himself.
Sinclair’s legs finally give out and he collapses on the bed. He starts crying again quietly, his whole body trembling in disgust. The sensation of being full disgusts him, and he feels sore. Everything hurts so bad. He wants to throw up, but he can’t. He can’t even get up. Kromer is still on top of him, hugging him gently. He can’t even look at her. “W..Why...?” he asks in an almost Inaudible, soft and weak whisper.
“Mm...” Kromer hums, panting, before pulling out of Sinclair gently, making the cum spill on the bed. “S...Sinclair...” she murmurs. She flips Sinclair over so he lies on his back. She looks into his eyes. Sinclair is too weak to push her away as she leans in to softly kiss his lips. Not that he even tried to. Sinclair looks back at Kromer, his eyes watery and his lips slightly parted. He wanted to just push her away, hit her, do anything to make her stop, to leave him alone finally... But he gave up already, and his body was too tired to move, anyway. His heart pounding was the only source of strength in his weak body.
He lies completely still, feeling his heart slow down as he breathes in and out slowly. Everything is a mess, his bed and clothes covered in cum, yet this doesn’t seem to faze Kromer at all as she keeps sitting on top of him. Kromer takes a moment to lick off his tears again, “I love you so much, Sinclair...” she says, her voice breathy and tender. “You’re just so pretty like this...” she touches his cheek gently.
“S-Stop, Kromer...” Sinclair whispers, her touch making him tear up again. But he could do nothing more than lie there still and watch what Kromer does. He wanted to feel angry at what happened, at what she did to him, but he just feels... Tired.
Kromer just gives him a warm smile before she stands up from him, finally letting him go like she promised. But Sinclair feels too tired, too miserable, to do anything, to react to anything. There is nothing he can do but curl into a ball and lie on his side. He has nowhere to go, nowhere to run, he’s in his own home, in his room. He wanted to be mad, or sad, or any other emotion other than this blankness he feels now, feeling like he’s given up and lost it all.
Soon enough he hears Kromer come back. He can feel her sit down beside him on the bed. He then feels something cold against his pussy, before realizing it’s wet wipes - she’s cleaning him, wiping the cum off him. Very gently and carefully, almost as if she knew how sore he feels, how much his private parts hurt.
He flinches slightly. He wanted to get away, but he just stayed on bed. “D-Don’t... Don’t touch me, Kromer...” he says in a weak voice. He hated the way she cared so passionately for him, like there was some sort of bond between them.
“Shhh...” Kromer continues cleaning him up, and after she’s done, she kissed his cheek and pulled his pajama pants back on for him. Sinclair keeps avoiding Kromer’s gaze, feeling disgusted with himself. His body shivered and tensed up again as she did all of it so tenderly. He wanted to lash out and scream, but he stayed silent.
Kromer got in bed. She pulled the sheets over herself and Sinclair, before cuddling up to him. “I love you, Sinclair... Thank you for tonight...” she whispers, before kissing his forehead and nuzzling into him. “I’ll always be there for you... I promise...”
Sinclair felt himself flinch, yet he didn’t move away. He hates how she said she will be ways there for him, when she clearly has done nothing but hurt him. “I-I...” he wanted to say something, anything, but words were stuck in his throat as his body trembled. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out what was going on and what had just happened.
Kromer’s touch is soft as she wraps her arms around Sinclair. She closes her eyes, trying to sleep. It’s so weird, her touch is comforting, but what she did hurt. No matter how many times Sinclair begged her to stop, she never listened to him, even when she behaved like she cares... It felt fake. He wanted to push her away, hit her and yell at her for everything she did. But when he felt the warmth of her body against his, he felt relaxes and calm once again. He could feel himself calm down more as he felt her soft touch... It was comfortable, yet he couldn’t help but feel disgusted by her. He hates how much he loves her touch, how her voice was soothing and her body felt nice against his.
He hates what she did, and yet he feels so good with her.
Just a mess of emotions, what’s what he is, his mind full of contradicting thoughts and feelings. He wanted to cry. His body and mind have been violated, used, but it feels so comfortable that Sinclair feels himself slowly drifting to sleep. His body aches all over still. He was exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically, his mind completely blank and his body limp. It felt as though Kromer now owned his body. He didn’t want to be so close to her, but his body craved for comfort and warmth, and she was the only one to provide that for him right now.
Somehow the sounds of Kromer’s soft breathing calms him down, and so he fell asleep in her warm and comforting embrace. At the very least, she was good at pretending to care about him, and it was enough to calm his numb, tired mind. He felt safe with her, even if he knew it was fake comfort. His mind going more numb as his body relaxes further in the warmth. He nuzzled his face against her soft chest.
She made everything sound alright, even if it was not, and sometimes, ignorance like this was bliss.