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When a long day of working around the farmhouse comes to an end, and the boredom of evening begins to burden one's mind, there's an obvious method one might choose to blow off some steam with a loved one. You, however, still enduring the aches and pains of morning chores, have other ideas besides entertaining a frisky bedmate.
Namely, getting the dailies done in your favourite video game.
"Paws off," you say bluntly, not even bothering to unglue your eyes from the little screen of your Nintendo Switch.
Bubba whimpers but complies, or sort-of complies. He stops tugging at the waistband of your jorts, and longingly caresses your rump instead. You aren't sure which is more irksome at the moment, that, or the long loading times you must suffer before diving into a match.
You hope you get a survivor ritual today. Playing killer is honestly a bit boring; all the screaming, gushing blood, and squirming victims who won't stay put, it just reminds you too much of real life. You prefer the thrill of being chased and succeeding together with your teammates. And as luck would have it, your wish comes true when the latest mission finally flashes upon the screen:
"Escape and survive 1 time(s) with Kate Denson." Not bad at all. You would prefer a mission for Steve, your current main, but don't complain when you swap him out for the hopeful songbird.
You idly spin Kate in circles as you wait to be matched with a lobby, checking her up and down. Yours is still dressed in the default cosmetics, consisting simply of a pair of jorts (much like your own, though you regretfully confess that her cheeks are more shapely), and a low cut top with long blond hair. She isn't exactly your dream girl, but-
...that weirdo's gawking at her, too. His grip on your behind has tightened until his fingers dig into your skin. He only lets go when you roll over to glare at him, shyly biting at his lip.
You could storm off and find a quiet nook to play your game in peace. You could claim the bed for yourself and tell him to go "rub one out". But the guilt of leaving him lonely is starting to sink in. You know Bubba busts his ass harder than anyone in the house, often picking up the slack for a brother who prefers to goof off, and sometimes taking over your responsibilities too, only to be shouted at for his troubles if even one thing isn't up to par. It hardly seems fair that he be left out while you have all the fun.
"Fine." You flop onto your belly, bottom positioned upwards and free for the taking. No reason he can't do his proverbial thing while you enjoy yours. You tuck your elbows into the pillow to keep the console propped up.
Your shorts are off in record time. Undies, too. There's a clunk when his heavy jeans fall to the floor, but you're distracted as Kate finds herself by a campfire alongside Jake, Yui, and a pink-haired Nea. A pounding heartbeat indicates the game will begin soon. (And that Bubba is getting excited.)
Kate spawns side by side with Nea on the Crotus Prenn map. You give your teammate the traditional survivor greeting - teabags. Kate's ample bosom heaves up and down with each tap of the ZL trigger and judging by the hot breath beating down your neck, you're sure Bubba must still be looking over your shoulder. Nea responds with a single click of their flashlight and crouch walks to some unknown corner of the map.
Bubba squeaks as his cock pushes further and further up your tush. You're more focused on hitting skill checks as you pan the camera back and forth. The killer still hasn't shown themself and you wonder who it is, until a familiar revving sound rings out through the console's tinny speaker.
"Check it out!" you say. From the bright yellow apron to the distinctive tie you've tugged on so many times for kisses, it's unmistakable that you will be facing the aptly titled Cannibal. Bubba pauses for a moment. The killer makes a beeline for Kate, and you rush for the nearest pallet, briefly making use of the game's jiggle physics again before vaulting through a window. Bubba is curious about how and why his features were replicated into the game but evidently, that question is less stimulating than good old-fashioned fucking. He nuzzles against the back of your head and slowly rocks his hips.
The first generator pops before the killer can land a single blow against Kate. The second one as a Scooby Doo-esque chase ensues within the derelict asylum. The third as they fumble a chainsaw sweep, and give you time to help Jake repair the fourth one in the shack.
His pace picks up and much to Bubba's frustration you haven't acknowledged him once since giving permission. Your nose is nearly pressed to the screen now, as you loop the unfortunate killer within an inch of their life.
He whines. He bites at your ear like a neglected pup, and still your focus is reserved for solely for Dead by Daylight and not for Bubba's needs. How he loathes the tiny version of himself that's competing for your attention... and winning! He would love to yank the Switch from your hands, but understands it's expensive and breakable. Instead, he roughly bucks a few times.
"Woah!" The console slips from your hands and tumbles onto the pillow as your skull almost bashes the headboard. Just in time for someone to finish the last generator and for the killer to hit you with NOED.
"What's your problem?" you snap. You were close to escaping, and then you would've been free to give the rest of your night to him. Now you're halfway to a hook and most certainly gonna be facecamped. You grab your Switch and watch your fellow survivors butt-dance for a killer who will never witness their performance. Oh well, the only open gate is across the map and it's not like DS will save you after today's patch. You resign yourself to a fate of whacked on the hook until the struggle timer inevitably runs out.
You guess Bubba ultimately got what he wanted at the cost of sabotaging your match. You watch him climb out of bed and hastily get dressed, any other night you would welcome the post-sex cuddles, but this time he will slink away to nurse his broken pride with a bowl of cold leftovers.
You sigh and press the X button to queue up for a second round. You begin to feel keenly aware of a soreness flaring up in your rear end that makes it uncomfortable when you turn over to your back. He may no longer be in the room with you, but it will be much harder for you to ignore Bubba's presence.