playboy shit - mcyt/dsmp

washing machine heart tik tok sound remix

tw/cw: teasing, implied nsfw, swearing

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It's giving: Sapnap's POV

"Where are we going?" Alex asks, clutching my arm for the four hundredth time today.

At first, I wanted to jerk and swat him away, burrow him to the side and never let the guy have physical contact with me ever again. That's extreme, I know—but to be fair, he had lost sense concerning personal space. However (comma), something in me continued to tolerate his touchy-feely mannerisms that seemed to come so naturally. Rejecting him in any way had been proving itself to be harder and harder, as I couldn't find a reason to do so. He wasn't causing any harm. I mean, really—he reminded me of a little rescue puppy, nipping at my heels constantly as he followed me around almost everywhere. I forget when he has class sometimes, but I didn't care to remember.

Wait, did I like this?

"Laundry," I said. His eyes—bright, despite our baking session (not the cupcakes and cookie kind)—remained on my face until a tiny wave of heat made its way there.

Of course, I liked his attentiveness. Everything was about me for him, and fuck it—I love being the center of everything (which includes but is not limited to lacrosse.) He stayed clingy despite the eyes and the fair judgment he received, even when they were from our friends. I figured they all knew something now, especially after the stunt he pulled in the dining hall. He wanted a taste again but damn, how fucking needy does a guy have to be to whine in front of the whole gang? Shaking my god damn head, cue the rhythmic hums of disappointment (tsk tsk man). I suppose I'm just that good.

Whatever, I'm totally getting him back for that.

We entered the swinging doors of the humming room filled with fair-quality appliances for washing and drying articles of clothing. The overwhelming scent of warm linen stroked lightly along my nose, and I saunter over to the dryer on the furthest end, in the corner with the remainder of the preferred machines. The fluorescent number on the control panel read a geometric five.

"It has a few more minutes left on it." I let my back rest against the subtle vibrating surface. Alex surveyed the room, his eyes wandering over to the door before he took a step closer.

"We could do something to pass the time." He said, licking his lips.

"Sheesh." I really did not mean to say it aloud, but embarrassingly enough, I did. Let's get past that, though. "Someone's getting kinda bold."

"If you were in my position, I'm sure you'd understand." The smile he offered was kind yet cunning. Confusion swept my subconscious, but whatever cells within my brain ate it away. Therefore, I could stay grounded in my favorite little game.

"Oh, no, I know. To be honest, I'm not mad." I extended a hand to rub his shoulder, "I'd go as far as to call it cute."

"Really?" The innocence behind his voice threatened his sexual desperation, as the compliment prompted his body to relax against my touch. I slid my hand to the collar of his shirt, admiring the sleek black material to slide against my fingertips.

"Really." I unbuttoned the first, then second, then third matching black buttons, until part of his chest is exposed. It would look better decorated with a necklace. I drag two fingers along his collarbones before pointing them directly between his pectorals, "I like the shirt, where'd you get it?" I feel a smirk plant itself on my face.

"God...I don't know—" He stammered.

"You don't know?" I run my hand along his side, "But the material is so nice, fits you well, I think." I say, shrugging slightly.

His expression began to change, "You are so fucking annoying." He growled under his breath.

"Aw, what's the fuss?" I pursed my lips, bringing my hand up to his cheek. To my surprise, he pushed it away.

"You can never just give me what I want."

"Of course not, that's not how things work around here."

He crossed his arms over his exposed chest, darkening his gaze, "Asshole."

"That's my middle name."

His state continued for a few seconds, before the pristine dinging of the dryer timing went off, bringing him out of his angry comatose state. I collect the warm articles into the white basket without a care of the overflowing mess it became.

"You know, if you washed your clothes more often, maybe you wouldn't have this issue." Alex scoffed.
I searched far and wide for the askers.

"Maybe, you're right." I said, discarding the lint tray, "But your insight wasn't requested." A little harsh, I know, but he'd forget about it. I hand him my basket, to which he takes into his hands without question, "My dorm, let's go."

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800ish words pls

the executive summary:

quackity: I'm getting so sick and tired of this bullshit—why do YOU ACT LIKE THAT?
sapnap being sapnap: like what?
quackity: THE WAY THAT YOU ACT. you see why people don't wanna be around you?
sapnap: mm

this chapter was not chaptering...am currently screaming and crying