𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 {𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 + 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞}

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss

Belch:

You keep jumping up, trying to reach something on the top shelf of the cupboard, and you feel eyes on you.

You stop jumping and turn around to see Belch's eyes wandering where they shouldn't.

"Hello? Earth to dingus?"

"Oh... Sorry." Belch says as he feels an erection forming in his jeans. "You just... Well..." He struggles to speak.

Henry:

"Baby, can you pick this up for me?" Henry asks as he purposefully throws his pocketknife on the carpet.

You roll your eyes, stand up, and bend over to pick it up for him. "Haha, you fell for it. You got a nice ass."

Patrick:

"Fuck! Where is my shirt!?" You ask yourself, digging through the pile of clothes that were tossed on the floor carelessly from the times you and Patrick had sex.

"Fuck." You hear Patrick swear under his breath. You turn around, catching him staring. You give him a "what the hell is wrong with you" look. "Um... Your ass is fuckin' amazing, baby girl."