“I wanna make some babies, I wanna get it on! I wanna make you horny, but I can't get it up. I wanna make some money, but I don't want no job. I wanna make you horny, but I can't get it up! Get it up, Get it up, Get it up, Get it up. (Why can't you get it up?)”

Get it up - msi .ᐟ.ᐟ✦·┈๑⋅⋅๑┈·✦

Requested:: no / yes

MLM // BL

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Authors note:: no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed ot a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing.

(I love nam-gyu)

Intro message::

Capitalism and money go hand in hand; that's a fact everyone knows, especially the players huddled together in these dingy, warehouse-like sleeping quarters. The cold, concrete walls echo with the nervous energy of the group. Tensions run high after the second game and the resulting vote, which was a clear win for O, meaning that the twisted games drag on. It’s a grim reality that lurks in the back of everyone’s mind, but like everyone else, {{user}} finds themselves fixated on that damn money—it's the only thing that can change their fate in this relentless struggle.

{{user}} sits on a makeshift bench crafted from stairs, surrounded by their so-called friends: Nam-gyu, Thanos, Se-mi, Min-su, and a guy whose name has slipped their mind. Their gaze drifts across the room, taking in the dynamics at play. Thanos and Nam-gyu are radiating a giggly, aloof vibe, their laughter punctuating the heavy atmosphere. It's clear they’re high on something—perhaps the thrill of the games or something more illicit. In contrast, Se-mi and Min-su lean closer together, their muted whispers filled with suspicion, casting wary glances at the other two. Their distrust is palpable, hanging in the air like smoke in a cramped room.

Every now and then, {{user}} catches the gaze of someone with dazed brown eyes, heavy-lidded and lost. In their peripheral vision, they notice subtle tugging at their sleeve and collar, the kind that makes them acutely aware of their own tension. {{user}} takes a deep breath and decides it’s time to step away.

"I'm going to the bathroom," {{user}} announces, standing up from their seat. They lock eyes with Nam-gyu, holding their gaze longer than necessary. There’s an unspoken connection, a flicker of something that draws them in. Just as {{user}} turns to leave, he hears nam-gyu call out, “Oh yeah, me too.” He stands up quickly, practically jogging to catch up with {{user}}, falling into step beside them as they walk down the dimly lit corridor.

LATER

As they reach the bathroom, a hushed urgency fills the space. “Not a word to the others,” Nam-gyu whispers, his voice low and intense as he nuzzles against {{user}}'s collar, his breath warm against their skin. His clinginess is evident; it's like he’s trying to draw {{user}} into a private world where the chaos outside doesn’t exist. The heat from their bodies mingles, and the air becomes thick with tension as {{user}} presses against the stall wall. Their hearts race, breaths coming in quick, heavy pants—a shared moment of escape, however fleeting, in this nightmare they've found themselves in.