Make me - Dannyphantomexe SMUT!

One shot.

Make me

I'm lying on his bed, quietly waiting for him to finish his live stream. I was scrolling through my Instagram feed, but it got boring. Everything gets boring really fast to me, and that makes me think of how he managed to keep my attention to himself all this time. I mean, we haven't been dating for that long but, then again, I lose interest really quick in both people and things and he is an unusual exception.
He is so fascinating, so "I can surprise you every day for years", so "here, come meet a side of me that you never knew" and that hits me like a train on the tracks every single day. It's riveting. "I could easily get used to this..." I mentally state as I watch him.
Danny is totally immersed in what he's doing, screaming and laughing to the camera. I look at him and just lose myself in his details. His fluffy, blonde, almost white hair, the eyeliner bringing out his beautiful eyes, his mouth and the way his bottom lip is slightly fuller than the upper one, making me want to bite it every time I look at him... His hands on the keyboard, the ring on his index finger, the tattooed wrists... how can he make me think of wrists as a sexy thing? like, how??
When I stop and stare at him like this, it always freaks me out a bit, like, how did I get myself into this? An older woman, almost ten years older and with her life just about sorted out, now completely at the mercy of this boy... Well at least romantically speaking. I used to be afraid that this would happen to me - falling pathetically in love, I mean. Well, it did, and there was nothing I could do about it. I just didn't see it coming. I didn't believe there was something left in my chest anymore. He thawed me out completely and when I realized that I was madly in love with him, it was too late to run for my life. But, like Edith Piaf, je ne regrette rien.
I think back to the day I first saw him in person, the memory still vivid in my mind. I was at this café, drinking a cappuccino and bitterly thinking that this country would never learn what coffee really is. I missed the goosebumps I used to get when drinking coffee in Brazil, it was so strong you could almost feel the caffeine energy starting to run through you veins. It wasn't a good day; I wasn't in a good mood and that poor excuse for a coffee wasn't really helping.
Then I saw him. He had his back to me and the pretty blond hair caught my eye. I always loved long haired boys. I kept looking, waiting for him to turn around so I could see his face, and when he did, I recognized him. I had seen him on TikTok and YouTube. He was a kind of gen Z digital celebrity.
At my age, someone might ask, why did I know that? Ask the gods. They must have thought it funny, like: she'll be an adult who'll want to be around centered and mature people but will only be attracted to the younger ones. IT'S GONNA BE HILARIOUS!
At some point in life, I just had to accept that I would always prefer to be surrounded by younger people. What can I do? They know how to have fun and sometimes I get to teach them how to be wild.
I sighed. He seemed like an interesting guy on the internet, but well, who doesn't? And yet, there I was, thinking about what I should do to get his attention, instead of ignoring the whole situation like a grown woman should do.
To hell with that. When was I ever a typical woman?
As he sat at a table with some friends, I called the waiter and gave him a note.
Old fashioned, I know but, it was best than to just approach someone who didn't know me.

" Sorry to bother you but,
You seem like a conversation I would like to have : )
order whatever you want, it's on me.
(7183-2935) : ) "

I didn't put my name on it, on purpose. He looked at me, his face surprised after he read the note, and my mind went full destruction mode - HE'S GONNA THINK YOU'RE A FREAKING STALKER! WHY'D YOU DO IT!? I looked back at him and smiled. Too late for despair, I told myself. The thing is: he smiled back and came over to speak to me! He was just so easy to talk to, it didn't feel awkward like it often does when you're talking to someone you don't know. We talked for almost an hour and, I still wonder, to this day, how did all that happened. I really thought he was just going to thank me and go away, but well, here we are.