imagine inviting your fave to sit on your lap. they're clearly a bit hesitant, but they do it anyway, though they seem to be shifting around uncomfortably.
eventually, they let out a short blort of a fart right onto your crotch as they immediately panic and apologize profusely.
you comfort them and reassure them it's entirely fine, though your heart is racing. they try to keep it in, but a few minutes later their stomach gurgles and a longer, deep fart rumbles onto your lap as they cover their face with embarrassment.
their demeanor changes when they notice something...unusual about your expression and response; maybe it's a lustful look in your eye or a sudden hardness or wetness they feel against their ass.
"are...are you getting turned on by this?" they ask, accusatory but cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. maybe you admit to it, or don't answer at all, but either way they know the real answer.
settling themselves back on your lap, they look away dismissively. "it's disgusting of you to get off on something like this," they say, letting an airy burst flow over your lap as you resist the urge to grind against them.
they continue sitting on your lap, pushing out farts that leave the air unbreathable as the vibrations send tingles up your spine.
bearing down, they let out a monster of a fart, bubbling out of them as they sigh with relief. it's completely vile, soaking your clothes with the smell of their hot gas. they wince at the scent of their own release. "ugh, it's horrible...i know you must have loved that one."
