⠀៹ ✮ cycy .ᐟ 🌸 ꞌꞋ ࣪

You type in a very normal response, at least you hope it’s normal.

‘hi’

‘hey :)’

Okay, kinda cute. You guess. The person types before you can.

‘are u a girl?’

Wowww, straight to the point, Star-Lord. You roll your eyes, and type in your response.

‘yeah guessin ur an asshole?’

Maybe the sass was uncalled for but, they could’ve asked how you were doing first, before immediately asking that.

It says they’re typing.

‘lol rude! im a guy’

Oh, it’s a guy. You’ve been looking for a guy and you just called him an asshole not even 30 seconds in. You’re really good at this sort of thing, if you can’t tell.

‘you havent skipped yet? usually i get skipped immediately, shit is frustrating ToT’

You stifle a giggle at his response, leaning up a bit to actually get into the conversation.

‘u dont seem that bad :p’

‘you just called me an asshole babe’

‘i panicked’

‘over me? we just started talkin >>’

Woah. Woah. Is he flirting with you? Well, he is but.. He probably flirts with everyone, let’s be honest. It’s an anonymous chatting site, not some truth bombing ritual.

‘i get flustered easily’

It says he’s typing, then it stops for second, then resumes. You’re really invested into what he’s going to say for some reason. Are you really down this bad for an anonymous chatter named fucking Star-Lord?

‘i’ll remember that..’

‘why lol’

‘uhh cus im gonna exploit that ToT’

You bring your thumb to your lips, sinking your teeth into your nail but not fully biting it off. You don’t know what it is, or why it’s happening, but you can feel your cunt clenching around nothing. Before responding, you squeeze your thighs together as you think of a response. There’s a notification sound which brings your attention to the screen.

‘aww u arent responding as fast. are u flustered again???’

‘no’

‘you typed that pretty fast. u lyin? :p’

Damn, he’s good. You groan softly, typing in another quick no.

‘lol ur really cute >>’

He talks just like every other guy, normal. Not anything special about it. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s an anonymous site. Heat rises up your chest, down your stomach and settling right where you want it to leave.

‘hey hey i wanna know what u look like’

He suddenly types, you get shy.

‘nuh uh u gotta talk 2 me for me not my looks’

‘aww u shy too?!?!?! MY DREEEAAAAM’

That gets a laugh out of you.

‘WAIT, i shoulda asked this earlier. how old are you?’

‘20’

‘are u lying </3’

‘bro im not lying stupid’

‘sheesh ok, dont judge me by my age btw’

‘are u 40 something’

You laugh at your own joke, feeling the heat slowly beginning to dissipate within you.

‘nah 31’

Oh. He’s like ten years older than you.

‘is that okay?’

The heat returns. Tenfold. Way worse than before. It tugs at your cunt, swirling deep inside your tummy and inside your brain.

‘yeah its ok’

‘yknow ur like oddly non sexual for a site like this’

‘?? wdym ??’

‘from my experiences this is basically a sexting site’

Sexting. Did you accidentally go on a sexting site? Maybe your body knew, which is why it’s still betraying you.

‘ohh yeah i didnt know that’

Typing…

‘thats ok. u ever sext before?’

You’d be lying if you said no, you just haven’t done it in a while. Probably terrible at it, since you’re no good at dirty talk in real life, sexting is basically that but typed, right? You don’t really know the logistics, but it’s embarrassing to do, especially to a stranger— named Star-Lord, just to remind you.

‘ive sexted b4, but like yeaarsss ago’

‘mmmm okokk, u want some practice?’

It clenches again, and your legs shut tight. Your heart is hammering in your chest.

‘flustered again? its ok princess take your time’

The butterflies rise up in your tummy, coiling around in tight knots. You half-expect him to skip you while you take the time to readjust yourself, which is embarrassing to do. Having to adjust yourself just from words on a screen from an anonymous guy.

‘u not skipping me?’

You finally respond.

‘no princess, letting u take your time to get un-flustered :p’

‘mm ok.’

‘so wanna practice?’

Your throat feels tight, sore, stiff.

‘ok dont be mad if im shit’

‘anything u say can make me hard baby’

You regret your decision already, feeling your cheeks heat up and your back joins in with it. The soft hum of the air conditioner is the only thing you can hear as you type in your response.

‘ive been wet this whole conversation ngl’

You’re not sure where the honesty burst came from, but you’re sure he appreciates it.

‘oh yeah? thats really hot, wish i could see it’

Typing…

‘want me to touch my dick to you baby?’

‘you tell me princess’

Your fingers are on fire. You lean over to the side, placing the laptop directly beside you.

‘are u serious?’ Is your response. Is it a stupid question? Yes, but you’re nervous, and completely bad at sexting.

‘yesss i am lol’

‘i want u to touch ur dick’

You gulp, watching the ‘typing..’ go on and off, before he finally sends a message.

‘ok rubbin it right now, can u touch your pussy for me princess?’

You contemplate between doing it or just acting like you’re doing it. The thought of skipping him or even leaving the site crosses your mind, but you’ve gone this far, and it is anonymous for a reason.

‘i can do that’

‘perfect.’

You’re not lying. Running your hand down your body and slinking it into your sleep shorts, but before you can actually start, he sends another message.

‘circle your clit for me ok? dont finger yourself yet’

‘this is rlly embarrassing but ok’

Two fingers circle your clit, slowly, tight knit circles on your clit. You’re embarrassed by how easily your finger glides against your clit, shlicking softly entering through your ears as you do so.

‘its ok princess, i bet youre really wet right? all from me texting you?’

‘yeah is that ok?’

‘ofc it is’

‘wish i could clean it all up for you’

‘would you like that, princess? having me lick all over your pretty pussy?’

You feel your clit twitch between your fingers, your hole clenching around nothing. It’s hot, crazy, but hot. Sweat is building up on your body as you envision whatever you can possibly envision. Tongue licking all over your cunt, against your clit– sucking on it, before swallowing down all of the slick from your needy hole.

‘yes i would really like that’

‘aww you would really like that? i would too’

‘bet your pussy tastes so good’

‘wnna taste u so bad. u can finger urself now’

‘thank uu’

You’re not sure why you typed thank you, maybe because you are thankful. You feel thankful when you sink two fingers inside of your neglected hole. It tugs your fingers closer, squeezing around the intrusion.

‘aww ur welcome baby’

‘u like thinking abt me jackin off to your messages rn?’

‘mhm’

‘tryin not to cum. ur so cute its hard for me not to cum’

‘m trng not 2 cum 2’

Star-Lord must be some sort of incubus probably. Sent up from Hell to strike you at your weakest, make you humiliated. Make your expectations for men go way higher than what they used to be. Your palm slaps against your clit as you mindlessly fuck yourself with your hand. It’s so wet and so loud. You’re trying so hard not to moan too loud, even though you’re all alone– you’re afraid being too loud would make it much too real.

‘oh yeah? dont cum yet’

You instinctively stop your hand, feeling the stimulation of your fingers already getting to you far too quickly.

‘feelsso good’

‘i bet it does princess. wish i was fingering you, would make ya squirt all over me’

‘u want that?’

Your brain doesn’t even have the mental capacity to be deceitful.

‘yes ido sbad’

‘id fuck you after i stretch you out’

‘my dicks really thick, u sure u can take it princess?’

You can’t stop your hand anymore, scissoring motions inside yourself as you try to spread your hole to whatever size you imagine him to be. You imagine that even after stretching you out, his dick would still be too big. Maybe it’d bring tears to your eyes as he presses kisses to your cheeks, easing his throbbing cock inside of you.

‘iwant it sbad please’

‘i know baby i want it too i’ll fuck u so good so deep ruin your pussy’

‘id use ur pussy like my personal fleshlight fuck it inside out’

‘abuse that pussy’

You hiss lightly, curling your fingers into yourself as you let out a loud moan. Your brain feels foggy, light– it’s like all the silly thoughts from earlier just dissipated and you’re left as a brainless mush just toying with her own cunt.

‘im’

‘im gnna cum ok, baby?’

You stupidly nod in real life, before typing it out, your fingers shaking as you reach your own climax; so close, it lingers on your tongue and dangles in between the crevices of your brain.

‘pls’

‘ur so cute, im gonna shoot my cum all ovr ur pretty pussy k?’

‘yes pls m cmming’

You let your fingers speed up, finally finger-fucking yourself into that silly place called heaven. It feels good, amazing even. Validated by a man off the internet while he talks to you like you’re the prettiest girl in the world. It makes it easy to cum, easy for whines to slip out of your lips and your hips to fuck upward into your own palm.

It knocks the wind out of you, leaving you shaking slightly as you retract your fingers from inside of your pussy. You agree to not look, or even bring that hand into sight.

‘u came??’ his message shoots through to you. Should you lie? Skip? Exit out the site?

‘mhm’

‘me too lol’

You don’t want it to be awkward, spending a moment to think of what to say, what to do. Should you ask for his social media or maybe you should just say you’re done for the night. Plus, a 31 year old would probably not want anything to do with you anyway.

When you’re about to type his message comes through again.

‘hey ik this is kinda a weird?? first meeting but can i get ur insta ?’

Silence. Brain silent. Lips sealed together before you type.

‘urs first so ik ur not a scammer’

‘A SCAMMER??!1 i js busted a nut 2 u girl but ok wtvr’

‘@theestar_lord’

‘thee star lord?’

‘shut up </3’

Your hand reaches for your phone, opening Instagram and typing in his username; shockingly, it appears. His account, the name Peter Quill enters through your eyes, and you stare at his profile picture. Dirty blonde, a bit gruff looking with a clean shaven beard, but the shadow is still there. He’s grinning, like an idiot you think, with sunglasses on his forehead and tan lines around his eyes from his glasses.

You scroll for a bit before pressing follow, leaving the phone’s screen on a mouthful of a gym pic. His tongue hangs out his mouth as he flexes with one arm and his other holds his phone. You think his frat era never truly ended for him.

Few seconds pass before your phone alerts you with ‘@theestar_lord followed you back.’

‘sickkkk babe msg me on there msg me msg me msg me’

‘shut up omg’

You giggle softly, bringing your thumb to your mouth again, pressing on message button. Eyes lock onto the messaging bar, staring before typing.

‘hi’

‘hey beautiful u really are so pretty :)’

‘thanks.. :3’

‘Soo umm, do u wanna like go on a date or keep jerkin off to me xd’

‘STOP BRINGING THAT UP ALREADY’

‘but a date would be nice.’

‘Ok :3 ill text u tmrw princess.’

Is this how meeting guys usually works? Or is it just how it goes for you?