If you don't mind, I would like to request a "Trickπ" dabble for Stretch, using this sentence as a prompt: "Don't kinkshame me."
Of course, only if you want to! Love your blog btw! ^^
Ooooh this one sounds gooood π
(EDIT: it was, send help, I did too good!! I also made it too long... AGAIN so itβs under the cut π)
ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH β€οΈβ¨
It was a nothing kind of day.
The tv was playing in the background and you were currently sat on the sofa with Stretch.
He had slid almost halfway down the couch, one elbow resting on its arm, hand simultaneously holding a cigarette AND his head up lazily. The other was draped on his left leg, hand dangerously close to the center of his very widely parted thighs.
Just lazy enough to be infuriatingly sexy.
You could see his jaw clenching and unclenching as he fiddled with the cigarette held loosely in his right hand, every once and a while moving his hips to readjust his position.
His sweatpants kept ridding down lower over time and whenever he shifted you could see the top of his pelvis and part of his spine. He seemed unaware of how attractive he looked, his raspy chuckle heating your core as he watched tv.
His lap looked so inviting, you had to try not to just crawl over and place yourself between his legs, laying against his chest.
You could imagine the way heβd react so easily...
His deep laugh echoing in your mind as he pulls you closer, grinding against you teasingly.
βHey there cutie, watcha doinβ?β
Ya, that sounded like something heβd say...
Looking over, you started a bit at the bright eye lights that were trained on your form. Heβd been watching you, but for how long? You couldnβt help but wonder if he knew what you were thinking about, paranoia seeping in along with some anxiety. It wasnβt like you were being discreet or anything, you were literally zoned out and staring at his pelvis.
As you continued your staring match, his gaze became half lidded and the sexual tension in the room seemed to skyrocket. At least to you. When he cocked his brow bone however, you couldnβt take it anymore. Smiling shyly, you looked back at the tv, squirming slightly.
Whatever tv show you were watching wasnβt helping to placate your need either. Even if it wasnβt necessarily sexual, something about the sound and lighting were becoming increasingly sensual... I guess thatβs what happens when youβre horny.
After the characters on tv started flirting and trying to provoke one another, the couch squeaked in protest as you squirmed in your seat. It just reminded you too much of Stretch and the way you teased one another. You looked over at him and blushed lightly, knowing that if he could read your thoughts heβd probably get flustered too, but you couldnβt help it.
But the way his sweatpants clung to him was the cherry on top.
βSomethinβ on my pants, Honey?β
Startled, you drew back, not realising that you had started leaning closer to get a better look at his pelvis.
βOr is it somethinβ IN my pants thats gotcha hot?β
Looking up, you were met with a knowing smirk and a saucy wink as Stretch proceeded to drag his hands down the front of his ribs and mess with the sweatpants clinging to his hips teasingly.
Spluttering you uttered out the first thing that came to mind.
βDonβt kink shame me!β
Stretchβs raspy laugh filled the room as he turned back towards the tv, leaning his head back on the sofa with a faint blush on his nasal ridge.
Sighing, you also turned your head, but not before you spotted one of his big hands creeping back to his parted thighs. Leaving you struggling to keep in a gasp at what you saw there.
Eyes flickering down, you were met with a growing dick print pressed up against Stretchβs sweatpants.
After a minute or two, you looked back to find his thumb inching out to gently pet the bulge, leaving it twitching slightly.
You died on sight.
Looks like you werenβt the one who needed shaming after all...
