25💋she/her
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// verse ωooyoυng, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cumshot, filthy dialogue //
He would get off in secret to the thought of sαn bossing him around like he so often did, or blushing and whining under the rockstar like he was sure he was capable of
Until one late night, at one after party.
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He would get off in secret to the thought of sαn bossing him around like he so often did, or blushing and whining under the rockstar like he was sure he was capable of
Until one late night, at one after party.
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Often, ωooyoυng swore he caught him staring a little too hard when he stepped out in a new outfit, or glancing at his lips when they talked on late nights.
But he never asked again. Wether it was because he was worried about ruining what+
Often, ωooyoυng swore he caught him staring a little too hard when he stepped out in a new outfit, or glancing at his lips when they talked on late nights.
But he never asked again. Wether it was because he was worried about ruining what+
And maybe he made sure he was extra loud on the nights that he knew sαn was right outside, that he could hear every moan. And maybe he imagined him getting so hot and bothered by it that he just couldn’t help but to touch himself to the sounds.
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And maybe he made sure he was extra loud on the nights that he knew sαn was right outside, that he could hear every moan. And maybe he imagined him getting so hot and bothered by it that he just couldn’t help but to touch himself to the sounds.
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But that didn’t change how much he thought about it.
Whether it was picturing his thicker, shorter fingers wrapping around him while he jerked off, or choosing to lay face down while+
But that didn’t change how much he thought about it.
Whether it was picturing his thicker, shorter fingers wrapping around him while he jerked off, or choosing to lay face down while+
sαn became something like a close friend, someone that was beginning to know him better than most.
Which only made it so much worse.+
sαn became something like a close friend, someone that was beginning to know him better than most.
Which only made it so much worse.+
By the time that months passed, ωooyoυng was so wound up with impatience that he felt a second from just demanding to know why he didn’t want to fuck him.
But he refused to break.
The only thing that made it better was learning how genuinely fun sαn was to be+
By the time that months passed, ωooyoυng was so wound up with impatience that he felt a second from just demanding to know why he didn’t want to fuck him.
But he refused to break.
The only thing that made it better was learning how genuinely fun sαn was to be+
At first, he thought it was working. It had to be. All of his careful flirting and subtle touches and long looks, and his maintained eye contact through every seductive moment on stage. It had to wear him down.
But as weeks grew, so did+
At first, he thought it was working. It had to be. All of his careful flirting and subtle touches and long looks, and his maintained eye contact through every seductive moment on stage. It had to wear him down.
But as weeks grew, so did+
He just had to work for it. It couldn’t be that hard. After all, it never had been before.
He gave him one week, max.
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He just had to work for it. It couldn’t be that hard. After all, it never had been before.
He gave him one week, max.
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He was immediately annoyed. Or frustrated. Or pissed. Something like that, some deep irritation or frustration that he wasn’t used to.
Something that had him setting a goal just for him to know.
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He was immediately annoyed. Or frustrated. Or pissed. Something like that, some deep irritation or frustration that he wasn’t used to.
Something that had him setting a goal just for him to know.
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