the moment whumpee realizes they’re in deep shit
“you can scream if you want. no one will hear us out here.”
“don’t you dare touch me.” “oh, you’re going to wish all i did was touch you.”
whumpee notices a suspicious stain on the floor. “is that…?” “aww, did you think you were my first?”
“i feel kinda… dizzy.” “mm, it’s about time. that stuff is supposed to work faster than this.”
“you don’t have to do this. you can stop now, and i won’t tell anyone. we can pretend this never happened.” “you think that’s what i want? to let you walk away like nothing happened? no, sweetheart. i’m going to make sure you never forget this.”
“stop—stop! i don’t want this! i said i don’t—” “i know, whumpee. and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“whumper, please! i thought we were friends!” “oh, we’re about to be so much more than that.”
“please don’t do this. please.” and whumper’s only response is to lean in and kiss their tears away.
