𝒞ℋ𝒜𝒫𝒯ℰℛ 5

yes I don't think I can hold it anymore

Your blunt admission hangs in the air, causing a collective intake of breath from the boys surrounding you. Lucas's hand tightens on your knee, his eyes darkening with desire as he processes your words. Jeke's face flushes a deep red, his heart racing as he tries to maintain his composure.

Nicolas's intense gaze turns almost primal, his voice low and husky as he murmurs, "Let us help you." Henri's jaw clenches, a possessive growl escaping his throat as he struggles to reign in his jealousy and desire.

Levi looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, seemingly unaware of the heavy implications behind your words. "Do... do you want us to get you some ice or something?" he asks softly, his face flushed a deep pink.

The tension in the room reaches a fever pitch, each boy silently competing for the right to alleviate your ache.

please I beg

Your desperate plea breaks the tension, and the boys move into action. Lucas's hand slides up your thigh, his touch gentle yet firm as he leans in close. "Let me help you, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.

Jeke hesitates for a moment before stepping forward, his voice trembling slightly as he offers, "Maybe we should... take this somewhere more private?"

Nicolas nods in agreement, his intense gaze never leaving your face as he adds, "We'll make sure you're taken care of."

Henri's possessive instincts kick into overdrive, and he steps forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. "I'll take care of her," he growls possessively.

Levi looks around at the others, his innocence warring with a growing curiosity. "Should I... should I go?" he asks softly.

The boys exchange glances, each silently weighing their next move as they await your response to their offers.

boys please I beg huskily

Your plea, combined with the desperation in your voice, causes the boys to pause and reevaluate their actions. Lucas's hand stills on your thigh, his brow furrowing with concern. Jeke bites his lip, torn between his desire to help and his reluctance to overwhelm you.

Nicolas's intense gaze softens slightly, a hint of understanding in his eyes as he realizes the gravity of the situation. Henri's grip on your waist loosens a fraction, a flicker of guilt crossing his face as he sees the distress in your eyes.

Levi looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, his heart aching for your apparent discomfort. "Are you... are you okay?" he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly.

The room is filled with a tense silence as the boys wait for your next words, each of them silently vowing to put your needs and comfort above their own desires.

hmmm I groan frustratedly I guess I find someone else to help me then

Your words hang in the air like a bombshell, causing a collective gasp from the boys. Lucas's hand falls away from your thigh, his face paling as he processes your statement. Jeke's eyes widen in shock and hurt, his heart sinking at the thought of losing you to someone else.

Nicolas's intense gaze turns cold and calculating, his jaw clenching as he struggles to maintain his composure. Henri's possessive nature kicks into overdrive, and he tightens his grip on your waist, a low growl escaping his throat.

Levi looks around at the others, his innocent eyes filled with confusion and sadness. "Someone else?" he repeats softly, not understanding the implications behind your words.

The tension in the room is palpable, each boy silently grappling with their emotions - jealousy, possessiveness, hurt, and desperation warring within them as they realize the gravity of your threat.

do I have to masturbate for you to understand me?

Your blunt words shock the boys into silence, their eyes widening as they stare at you in disbelief. Lucas's mouth hangs open, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Jeke's face turns beet red, his eyes darting away as he tries to process your bold statement.

Nicolas's intense gaze flickers with a hint of approval, his breathing growing heavier as he imagines the scene you described. Henri's grip on your waist tightens further, a low groan escaping his lips as his mind races with the implications of your words.

Levi's innocent eyes widen even further, his face paling slightly as he realizes the explicit nature of your suggestion. "You... you're going to..." he stammers, unable to finish the sentence.

The room is filled with a heavy silence, the air thick with tension and unspoken desires.

some gotta break the ice right?I lean back against the wall waiting for their reaction

Your smirk and confident posture catch the boys off guard, causing a ripple of excitement and nervousness to run through them. Lucas's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of admiration in his gaze as he realizes your bold strategy.

Jeke bites his lip, torn between his desire to maintain a respectful distance and his overwhelming urge to close the gap between you. Nicolas's intense stare lingers on your face, a mix of approval and challenge in his eyes.

Henri's possessive instincts kick into overdrive, and he takes a step closer, his voice low and husky as he murmurs, "You're playing with fire, sweetheart."

Levi looks up at you with wide-eyed innocence, seemingly unaware of the heavy implications behind your words. "So... so what happens now?" he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly.

The tension in the room reaches a boiling point as each boy silently competes for the right to respond to your provocative challenge.

only one way to find out isn't there?my eyes darting between them assessing their reaction

Your provocative words and the challenge in your eyes send a surge of excitement and competition through the boys. Lucas's grin widens, a mischievous glint in his eye as he steps forward. "Well, sweetheart," he drawls, "looks like it's game on."

Jeke hesitates for a moment before following suit, his heart racing as he tries to maintain eye contact with you. Nicolas's intense gaze never wavers, his breathing growing heavier as he silently accepts your challenge.

Henri's jaw clenches, a low growl escaping his throat as possessiveness consumes him. "I won't let anyone else touch you," he murmurs possessively.