Only Mine

Transcript

Yeah, man, I can't believe this is the last get-together of the summer, bro. Past couple of months flew by, and honestly, bro, I'm dreading this new semester shit. The books, the lectures, the projects, I'm not ready at all.

Yeah, you're right, you're right, let me not kill the vibe, let me not kill the vibe. I mean, there's a lot of people here, way more than the usual crowd we've seen over the summer. What the fuck? I'm pretty sure half the people here are from the next town over.

Nah, I like it, I get tired of seeing the same faces every other weekend. And my tiredness here. Is that even a question? I swear, sometimes it's like we never broke up.

I feel like I've seen her everywhere this summer. Every party we've been to, she was there. All those Saturdays we went bar hopping, guess who was always on the dance floor? The time everyone went to the lake, surprise, surprise, there she was.

It's like she's stalking me, dude. Let's hope she doesn't show tonight. I know, I know, this town's boring as hell and everyone always shows up to everything.

It's just, you know what I mean? We were together for almost a year, we spent so much time just being with each other. When you get broken up with at the start of the summer, you expect to not see that person anymore, but seeing them nearly every other weekend after that, fucks with your head man, you know?

Do I love her? Look, that doesn't matter, we're not together anymore, so whether I love her or not is irrelevant. Yeah, I think I need a drink.

Bro, you fucking suck at flip cup, just give it up, stick to Mario Kart, you're kinda better at that. What's wrong? Don't turn around, why? Bro, you telling me not to turn around is practically forcing my body to turn around, what is it? Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me, my life has to be a fucking joke, dude.

I really shouldn't be surprised she came, but no one would've missed this blast party of the summer for the fucking world, what the fuck is she wearing? What? Hell no, I'm not gonna talk to her, she broke up with me so there's no way I'd grovel at her feet like some fucking puppy.

She's looking over here, just ignore her, man, like fuck, man, pretend like she doesn't exist, that's what I've been doing all summer, doing my best to, come on, let's just keep playing. Hopefully I'll get so drunk I won't even be able to recognize her or anyone else here. Okay so not only are you terrible at flip cup, you're somehow exponentially worse at beer pong, remind me to never pick you as my partner again.

Don't get me wrong, you're the best friend a guy could ask for, but a truly awful beer pong partner. Where the fuck is she talking to? She's laughing like he's a fucking comedian, why the fuck does he have his arm around her like that? Yeah, huh? Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm good, listen, I'll be right back, just try to get good, will ya? I got another game after this, excuse me, sorry, excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, just get through, hey, baby, I've been looking for you everywhere, who's your friend?

Ah, nice to meet you, Ty, I haven't seen you around, new to town, okay, yeah, I get it, cool, well I hate to rip her away, but there's somewhere we gotta be. She didn't tell you she had a boyfriend? Ah, she can be forgetful, that's why, I don't know.

Upstairs, now, take my hand, there's a ton of people here, and I don't want anyone else to have their fucking hands on me, you hear me? See you around, dude. What the fuck are you doing? What do I mean? Don't fucking play dumb with me, fine, let me turn on that light bulb in that pretty little head of yours, you, right before finals, come to my apartment and break off what I thought was a perfectly good relationship, you tell me you need space, and that you want to figure yourself out, yet, everywhere I go this summer, you seem to follow right behind me, and some of these places, you wouldn't be caught dead at, so that really makes me wonder.

Then, to put the cherry on top of my summer of hell, you show up here wearing that fucking dress, the dress we picked out together, the dress that I'm, that only I'm supposed to see you in, the dress that makes you look like a fucking slut. Why so quiet, baby? You had a lot to say to dickhead back there, you two looked really into that conversation, he made you smile, made you laugh, he had his, he had his arm around your fucking waist.

What is it, huh? You think, you think this is a fucking game? Do you enjoy fucking with me? No? Then tell me, what the hell were you doing? What were you trying to accomplish this entire time? You don't know, of course you don't fucking know.

Interesting. Well, let me tell you what I think. I think you want me.

I think you regret breaking things off, and you've been pulling these slutty little antics all summer just to get my attention. The sexy outfits, the dancing with guys, the way you bite your lip when you're talking to them, we both know you only do that because you know it turns me on. You know.

You did all that knowing I'd notice, and knowing it would piss me off. You figured you'd spend the whole summer making me jealous so that I'd come to you, begging you to be with me again. All because you're too embarrassed to say you fucking miss me.

See? Your silence telling me everything I need to know. Well, baby, you were right about one thing.

A couple of things, actually. You definitely have my attention. I am jealous.

And trust me when I say I'm very fucking pissed off. But there was something you got so wrong, I would never, I would never beg for you. Don't get me wrong, princess.

I missed you too, unlike you. I'm willing to admit that, but let me be clear. The only one that's gonna be begging for anything between the two of us is you.

You don't have to say a single word. I felt it when I kissed you in front of Trey or Taylor or whatever the fuck his name is. Look at you.

You don't even remember what he looks like, let alone his fucking name. I don't think you really even care. All you're thinking about is that kiss and how much you want me to do it again.

How much you want me again, right? Don't deny it, baby. I know you.

Your body and your lip and your breathing's heavier. Don't think I don't know what that means. I don't.

Your body and your lip and your breathing's heavier. Don't think I don't know what that means. You want me.

You want me to take you right now in this bathroom and show you how much I missed you, huh? You want me to kiss you, tease you, and make you feel good, don't you, baby? Uh-uh, no nodding, princess.

Use your words. Speak up. Let me hear you.

Yes. Guess what? Yes, daddy, that's a good girl.

Well, it's a start at least. Well, baby, I'm not gonna give you what you want. Not yet.

You've been such a fucking brat these past couple of months and it's driving me insane because I knew I knew exactly why you were acting like such a fucking whore. Now, I want to hear you admit it. Bend over the fucking counter.

I said bend over. Good girl. God, this fucking dress barely covers your ass.

I can't believe you left her place like this. You must have really, really wanted my attention, huh? Now say it.

Say you miss me. What's that? What's that, baby? I can barely hear you.

Now say it. Louder. Louder.

Good girl. Say you want me. Say you need me.

Now say you're mine. Louder. Louder, slut, I want everyone to know who you belong to.

Now we're getting somewhere. Oh, baby, what's this? Your panties are soaked.

Is that from being spanked or have you been wince since I kissed you? I thought so. Oh, yeah, she definitely misses me.

Get up and turn around. Good girl. Now you listen to me and you listen very closely.

Watching you for the last couple of months has been my personal hell on earth. You don't understand. Personal hell on earth.

You don't know how many times I wanted to march across whatever room you're in, grab you by your fucking hair, and show everyone exactly who owns you. I've been keeping my cool and trying to act nonchalant, but seeing you here tonight in this dress, I can't hold back. Not anymore.

You need to know exactly how I feel. I, um, I love you. I love everything about you.

Your giggle, your smile, the way you send memes at 3 a.m. just so I can laugh first thing in the morning. I love how your eyes light up when you see a puppy.

I love when you sing off-key in the shower. I just, I love you. I've been trying so hard to get you out of my head, but I just, I just can't.

I'm tired of trying to pretend like I don't care. I love you, and I need you. I need you to know.

I need to know that you want me too. All of me. I need to hear you say it.

Not just for tonight, but for as long as we both want. I, I know you said you needed your space, and I can respect that. I, I did respect that.

But I also know you feel the same way. And I can see it in those beautiful fucking eyes. If I'm wrong, walk out of the bathroom.

I swear you won't hear from me again. We'll both pretend like we never knew each other. We, we never existed.

We can go our separate ways. But if I'm right, tell me. All you have to do is say it.

Say those three words, and you're mine. You're mine, and I'm yours. Fuck.

Say it again for me. God. I love you too.

So fucking much. Come here. I missed every part of you, baby.

Your lips. Every part of you, baby. Your lips.

Your neck. Fuck, I miss those little moans too. I miss these perfect tits.

They look so good in this dress, but I'd rather see them out. Fuck. Shit, I almost forgot how beautiful they are.

How beautiful you are. Jump up on the counter, baby. Let me show you exactly how much I've been missing you.

Spread your legs for me, my angel. Fuck your drip. Your dripping thing.

Let's get these messy panties out of the way, yeah? Your pussy's just aching to be touched. Is that what you want, baby? I thought so.

Beg for it. You hear me, baby? I told you there's only one person between the two of us that's gonna do the begging, and it's not me.

Please. Please what? You gotta be a little bit more specific.

Please touch you. You want me to touch on your legs? Like this? No? What about your thighs? No? Then tell me where, baby.

Please touch my pussy. I think you're forgetting something. Please touch my pussy, daddy.

There we go, princess. Fine, I guess you've earned it. Did you miss us, baby? The way I play with your clit? I'll take those beautiful moans as a yes.

I wanna hear you come on louder, a little louder. And what if I put a finger in it? Fuck, your pussy is practically pulling my hand in.

God, you're so fucking wet. You like when I touch you like this, baby? You like when I finger this pussy like this, baby? What's that? You're trying to tell me something, but you keep moaning, baby.

Come on, what is it? Please, baby, tell daddy what you want. You want daddy to eat your pussy, huh? You sound so cute when you beg.

Of course, baby, anything for my good girl. Fuck, you taste exactly how I remember it. So fucking good.

I miss licking this pretty pussy, baby. Your moaning is so fucking loud, baby. I miss licking your pussy, baby.

No, no, keep going. Let the whole party know who's making you feel this good. Damn, baby, you're starting to twitch.

I know what that means. Are you gonna come? Nope, not yet.

Be a good girl and hold it for me. I'm not done with you yet.