You think of yourself as a good liar. Not that you lie a lot, but if needed, you can make it work. But this... How do you lie out of this.
"Someone told me you're into me." Jaemin says, a smirk on his lips. He leans in, shoulder resting on the wall near you. He is close, like really close, enough to hear your heart beat out of your chest, you think.
"Who- Who said that-"
"So it's true?" It is, goddamit, it is, but now you wish it wasn't, his smirk and knowing look is making you feel the need to puch his face to spare you of the embarassment.
"You're putting words in my mouth. I just wanted to know who would spread such a lie." Yes, good, that sounded genuine, right?
"You're red."
Fuck.
"It's hot in here."
"The AC is on." He notes, head tilting to the side, seemingly having fun with your misery.
"What do you want from me?" You ask quietly, looking away, defeated. So much for being a good liar, you can't even control your red cheeks.
"Well, you see... If you liked me back... I was considering taking you on a date, but since you said you don't-" He drags out each sentence, peaking down at you to see your reaction.
"You like me to?!" You whip your head around, way faster than you intended too, embarassment paiting you cheeks an even deeper color of red once you spot his smile. You fell for it.
"Wasn't it a lie that you were into me?" Jaemin is loving this, teasing you endlessly until you give in.
"You're so infuriating!" A frustrated groan leaves your lips as you hide your warm face in your hands, wishing the ground would swallon you whole.
The boy chuckles, approaching you. You feel his presence right in front of you, and your heartbeat quickens. Two hands wrap around yours, gently prying them from your face, in a daze, you look up, eyes meeting his.
"Are you free this Saturday?"
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had the best fucking dream last night
Was watching a movie with the girl i’m talking to and a few min into the movie she started trailing her hand up my thigh and kind of teasing me through my panties n rubbing my clit through them.,, then finally she puts her hand inside my panties n i think she’s gonna finger me but she doesn’t. she just keeps teasing me… rubbing slow circles around the outside of my hole… gently flicking my clit back and forth without actually rubbing it… she just teasing…and teasing…. It’s absolute torture and i absolutely love it. I’m squirming and needy and whining but she just keep teasing. She starts to make fun of me for how needy i’m getting “Aww someone’s getting all riled up” i whine in response. She kisses me gently “Do you need something honey?” “Need you to fuck me..please” “mmm no, i think i’m enjoying just watching how red you get from this..” she giggles in my face. She laughing at me. Laughing at how needy i am, how much i squirm. Laughing at how i’m “Absolutely dripping” when she hasn’t even touched me properly yet..
After a genuine hour of teasing, “Mommy…i’m close” i whimper out, embarrassed. “You’re close? all i’ve done is tease you babygirl.. are you really gonna cum from that? you’re such a whore.” It’s humiliating, feeling my cunt twitch and pulse and drip just from a few light touches to my clit. Suddenly, She dips her fingers into me as far as they can reach, then pulls them back out quickly and goes back to her feathery touches. She watches me closely, laughing at me again as I gasp and whimper and my legs start to shake. “Don’t cum.” She tells me. “But i’m so close..” i whimper, “Don’t. Cum. Mommy will say when you get to cum. don’t you wanna be good?” “yes! yes i’m good… wanna be a good girl” “Then you’ll wait until you have permission to cum, understand?” I nod in agreement, focusing as hard as i can on holding off my orgasm, but she started to rub my clit ever so slightly harder and i can’t hold back anymore. The movie we were watching is nearly over, it’s been two hours of teasing, of building, i can’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry mommy.. so sorry..” I whimper out as my orgasm shakes through me, my hole clenching around nothing inside it and my clit pulsing against her light touches. She takes her hand away, leaving me shaking as she removes her pants and lets her throbbing girlcock spring free. “You’re gonna regret that baby” She growls at me, lining up with my sensitive hole...
then i woke up ☹️☹️☹️
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Horrible, awful habit of running my thumb on my lip when I think. Holding the tip of it between my teeth, letting it rest on the swell of my bottom lip, letting my tongue just barely touch the very tip of it; cannot - will not - stop thinking about Neuvillette fixating on it.
It's nothing significant - it should be nothing significant - but oh. There's something about it. The motion of your thumb running over the deep curve of your bottom lip, up along the crest and pausing on the dip of your cupid's bow, before continuing its path back down to settle back in the middle of your bottom lip; as though it's a pillow for it to rest while you gather your thoughts. The indentation as you push down ever so slightly, just enough to let the tip slide in. It's barely enough to even count as your mouth being open; your lips are too full to let more than the barest hint of teeth show where they're lightly closed around your nail. Your tongue is just barely raised to meet the intrusion. It's almost an invisible action, but he can see the tiniest flicker of movement when your tongue presses against the tip, and it makes something in him ache.
Neuvillette doesn't understand it; how something so innocent, so casual, could send these licks of desire straight through him. How, even though it does not (fully) distract him from the topic at hand, he finds himself following every move with his eyes while you're blissfully unaware. How he wonders if you'd make the same expression if it were his thumb against your lips. Or even, how you'd look if it were something else entirely -
It's not long before he slips up. His hand moves faster than yours, and while he tilts your chin up against his fingers his thumb rests against that curved swell of your lip; he's almost lost in the softness of it. He can feel your surprised gasp through the thin material of his glove along with the startled whisper of his name you let out and - oh, it sends a flame through him. He can't stop himself as he follows that familiar path, feeling the gentle dips that he's traced with his eyes so frequently.
He blinks. His mind catches up with his actions.
"Forgive me," said so calmly, as if Neuvillette's heart wasn't racing in his ears.
Yet he doesn't stop. He lets his thumb continue that path, rest on your cupid's bow, before coming back to rest on your bottom lip. Your lips are already parted, they have been the entire time, but he can't help but gently tug your lips down just a bit further. Just a little hint of that temptation -
"I was simply curious."
Surely you will pull away. Surely you will reprimand him for touching you so freely, so...wantonly.
"Only curious?"
For the first time since he'd moved, Neuvillette's eyes meet yours, and he can't describe the feeling curling through him when he sees that telltale spark in your eyes. Though, perhaps the softly stifled groan he lets out when you open your mouth oh so slightly to let his thumb rest against your teeth tells on his emotions more than he could put into words. You tease him with a bite and watch as his pupils dilate at the action, listen as he sucks in an uncharacteristically sudden breath. Relish in the hint of gravel that lingers on his exhale.
"...only curious." A lie. A blatant lie. But...perhaps it's one you can let him slip away with for now.
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That spot's really bad for you, isn't it? We can take a little break.
... What? No no no, YOU don't get a break. That SPOT gets a break. I'm still tickling you.
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