🌶️ one shots :)

my boy

We'd been arguing for the past hour.

All I see is his face staring at me through the screen. His hazel, piercing eyes. His hair messily placed on his head, almost as if it was curated for a movie. His lips look plump, ready to be sucked on by my own.

We'd never met. Although we've planned to.

Several times.

... it never happened.

It's 2:43am, we've been face timing for a couple hours.

While he stares at me, I stare at the end call button. I feel shy to look at him, even though he's seen me inside and out. Literally.

We started to argue when he made a joke—statement?

A statement about how his friend said he didn't like to post his girlfriend—who's also long distance—on social media because he felt like the girls who went to his school and followed him would not feel attracted to him anymore.

I just silently and awkwardly laughed. He noticed my tone and came quick to ask me why I laughed. He'd always post me and talk about me to his friends and family. However, I'd never done that. Well, I've never made posts but— I've technically made little notes and stories hinting that I was taken, which I thought should count. My close friends and family did know I was dating him, but it was never a truly deep conversation.

We'd argued for that hour.

He'd jumped to conclusions, saying I was cheating. Then, he said I was ashamed to be with him. He then resorted to blaming himself because he wasn't "worthy enough" to be posted on my page. Now, it was never about his worthiness or if I was ashamed, I'd just never found importance in posting us—him, online. It almost feels like PDA through the screen for people. Personally, knowing people are aware of our doings and state feels like it's too much information for people to know. I heavily believe in the evil eye, so putting him on a bright display feels like I can lose him. Either way, he was upset with me and didn't want to listen.

I sighed. We are in silence, I know we're both waiting on either of us to break the silence.

"What?" He says to me. I jolt my eyes to his face. He's crossing his arms in his desk chair, leaned back, purposely flexing his muscles through his compression shirt. I can read him like a book.

"Nothing, I-"
"Nothing? Really?" He cuts me off.
"I'm sorry." I blurt out. I just want to end this argument and get to loving eachother through our little screens.

"You're sorry? What are you sorry for?" He's still staring at me, like a statue almost. Damn, he's really mad.

"I'm sorry for not posting you, alright? Look, I love you and I'm not gonna lose you to this stupid disagreement. If you want me to post you, I'll post you." I sit up from laying on my side, I was serious about what I said.

"I don't want you to feel forced to plaster me online if you don't want to. This whole situation just has me realizing how proud I am to be with a person like you, and how dissatisfied you are being with a person like me." His jaw flexes and he adjusts his headphones on his head.

I sigh again. "Baby, you know I love you and of course I'm proud to be with someone like you... you're everything I need and more. I couldn't be more grateful for you being in my life. You know that if we were here together, things could be different. But you aren't, and I know it hurts."

I see his Adam's apple bopping up then down. "I love you too. I forgive you. And you know I don't want to hear about that "if we were here together" bullshit. We're doing great."

I chuckle softly, nodding. "Alright my boy." I adjust my tank top and pull it up, which brought his attention towards my chest. I can tell where his eyes are looking at, and it's right at my breasts. I hear him grunt and see him continue to project his almonds into my breasts, my neck, then my face.

"Why'd you pull it up?" He smirks. I can see his hand escape his side and slide lower towards his growing bulge. He's pulling at it, wanting to let it free from his boxers. I blush at the sight, and my nipples grow hard as well, making it difficult for him to resist. The camera angle is facing upwards on his desk, which is a perfect view of his groin, his chest and face.

"Does the sight of my tits make you hard? Hmm?" I taunt. I just want to see his member spring out like it'd been freed after living captive for decades. "If I touch them, does it make you want to pleasure yourself?" He groans louder. He eventually pulls his sweatpants and boxers lower and— there it is...

I moan. His member occupies the middle of the screen, but with still a perfect view of his face. Just seeing it there has me feeling like I can feel it inside me. I feel my pussy get wet through my shorts from that vision.

I finally gently rub my nipples for him, giving him that treat for his sweetness. As I gently and slowly rub, he gently and slowly strokes. His forearms are veiny, and so are his hands. His head tilts back and his mouth slightly opens up to moan for me. He knows I like to hear his voice.

"F-fuck... baby..." he whispers. Staying quiet kills me, I love talking to my boy. "Does that feel good my love? Why don't you imagine my hand touching you like that? Show me how you want to be pleasured." I whisper back.

His grip on his member gets tight, and he lets out another delicious moan. I slowly reveal my tits for him, giving him more satisfaction. His strokes remain tight, but get faster. I can see it in his face he wants to cum for me. He's looking right at me again, smirking this time. I know he can pleasure himself quietly, he's noisy because he knows I like it. He knows how wet it gets me. And it just looks like it's his turn to taunt me.

"Look at that gorgeous face of yours. I wanna fucking cum all over it, paint it like you're the fucking Mona Lisa." I moan loudly, still rubbing my nipples. I could orgasm to just touching them, I'm that sensitive. His words help a lot as well. Fuck, to have his veiny, manly hands on me.

"Moan for me, princess. Let's see how my girl looks feeling good just from my voice. Fuck, I wanna suck on your nipples so bad. Baby, I just wanna make you cum 'til dawn." I moan loudly once again. His strokes get tighter, and he continues to observe how I touch my nipples. He loves my moans just as much as I love his. I smile with my teeth, letting him know I take pleasure in what I see, too.

He groans. "Those teeth... that smile. Fuck."

His pace fastens, letting out occasional groans. I spit on one of my tits, then rub my saliva in on my nipple. I can see it in his eyes he's in awe. "Oh, fuck you." He threatens as he realizes he's reaching his peak. I smirk in satisfaction. He knows I've just won him over from just that act.

His chest grows up and down, his head tilting back and his eyes rolling back. He's gripping his arm rest with his left hand, and strokes himself faster with his right. "You're gonna fucking make me cum... and you pissed me off tonight..."

My smirk grows larger. I'm watching him, ready to see him cum. I want to watch his face fluster, his lips being bitten. I want to see his chest go up and down, and his veins pump out his hand and forearms. I want to see his dick shoot out his delicious juice, and twitch uncontrollably in his hand. "I'm gonna fucking make you cum after this so much, you're gonna be a hot mess for me." My eyes widen. I am a little afraid. Sounds fun though.

He smirks too at my reaction, then groans right afterwards as everything I'd pictured comes to life. His cheeks get red and he bites his lip. His chest flutters up and down, and I can see his veins pop out. His cock twitches as his cum shoots out, getting all over his hand, leg, and desk.

He loosens his grip and his cock twitches. He's breathing hard and he looks at me. I'm biting my lip, amused at this show. He's the one that looks like a hot mess.

"Are you happy, princess?" He questions me and smirks. I giggle and nod. "Of course I'm happy."

His smirk fades slowly, and his facial tone gets serious. "Take your fucking clothes off now and I'll make you happier."