my personal fantasies but give me what you want me to write about

THE WAY

It's the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he carries himself, and the way he loves me...

yn pov:

he walked through the door of our math class holding a cookout cup, wearing a gray hoodie and gray sweatpants. Ladies and gentlemen he was a snack! What's his name? Larry James as I live and breathe. he walked in and sat next to yours truly.

Larry: what's the assignment?

Yn: just the same worksheet as yesterday that I didn't finish

Larry: word? you know what you're doing?

Yn: no I'm just gonna do as I usually do and wing it until the quiz and ask for help the whole time

we laughed.

Larry: you're something else bruh

Yn: I got more to unravel, you just don't know it yet

I muttered under my breath

Larry: what was that?

Yn: nothing just thinking out loud

I cheesed

we sat there and talked, laughed and inevitably got kicked out of class for being a distraction.

Larry: I know you like me Yn

I gulped hard as fuck, but I couldn't let him see me sweat

Yn: who told you that?

Larry: I told myself that when I see the way you look at me and how we flirt with each other, we got chemistry yo

Yn: so what are you saying?

Larry: I like you too. always have

Yn: you're not just trynna fuck are you?

Larry: I mean we can but honestly I like you for you, not just because of your pussy

Yn: well we can work it out and be sure of what happens next

.......................................................

Yn: OH SHIT DADDY! FUCK!

Larry: Put that arch in your back just the way I like it baby

I did as told

I arched my shit like my life depended on it.

Larry: yeah baby just like that. now come ride this dick

he turns us over and I'm on top riding him and I look back to see his toes curling and he's calling my name over and over

Larry: YN...YN...

YNMN: YN! WAKE UP! you already slept through the alarm clock. damn whatever dream you were having it must've been the best because you're sweating and everything! get dressed and hurry up, you got 20 minutes.

What the hell just happened? I thought as drool was coming down my bottom lip. That was a damn dream! FML!