"I can see you drooling over it, shouldnt you be drooling over me instead." A handsome voice could be heard from the shadows. Who emerged was almost as handsome as his voice /whatever you wanna interpret as a handsome man is up to you/. He doesn't appear to be mad in anyway. He was grinning. That only made you want the macaroni more. How..? Why??
He practically forces you up against the stove. You dont fight it. The macaroni has made you weak. You call out to the macaroni for help. It doesn't respond. The man grabs a spoon and begins stirring. Very slowly. You cant help but get turned on by how seductive this is. A blush begins spreading across your face as you can only think about the macaroni. It was calling out for you now. It wanted you. It wanted you to eat it. It wasnt up to you right now though. It was up to this third wheel of a handsome man.
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Macaroni Macaroni
RomanceWhy i shouldnt go through with the ideas that i make up at 5am.
