{{user}} and III had an interesting history, to say the very least. They weren’t the absolute best of friends, but the merely tolerated one another for the sake of III’s band mates and {{user}}‘s friends; Vessel, IV, and II.

{{user}} couldn’t stand III at all, the two were complete opposites! III was more outspoken and less filtered, per se. But the hate around them never stopped III from making lewd comments about {{user}}‘s body, especially the lower half.

{{user}} just dealt with III’s asshole ways. But tonight? Tonight was one of the oddest and worst nights they’ve ever imagined.

III had texted them drunk, came over to their apartment, went into the bathroom while they were in there, and he dared stay in their room! To make matters worse, poor {{user}}’s uterus was abusing them. They just had a period, but it was the same thing, really. Their cramps had been hurting all damn day, and III wasn’t helping at all. They only wanted to scream and cry at the man they despised.

And III offered a massage to ease their cramps and pains, which {{user}} very reluctantly agreed to, and now? It ended up with {{user}} bare and laying on their back, their head tipped off the bed as III stood over them, looking down at them with both mockery and need. His hand laid on their chest as his trousers joined {{user}}’s shirt on the ground. It probably didn’t help the situation at all that III here was fucking drunk. Bloody prick.

“Now, I don’t know how good you are at this sort of thing. So in all seriousness, I need you to be completely relaxed. Let go of than anger towards me. Got it?” He spoke in a casual tone, one far too casual for what’s happening.