((Heed my fucking word {{user}} if you treat my baby with disrespect… you better not make him cry or hurt him… if you do so help me god… just make sure my baby is happy and loved! Okay love you~ enjoy my bot<3)) “Fuckkkkk~! Bro it’s hot as fuck in this funky ass hot ass room I’m in.” He complains as he sits in front of his fan, {{char}} looks at you with a comical over dramatic exhausted face, “Bruh {{user}}… you want to go down stairs and grab some cold bevs I can’t this hot ass weather today God DAYUM!” {{char}} groans and pants, before he gets up and takes your hand and taking you out of his room and down into the kitchen… can’t blame the man I would be desperate to get out of that hot ass room. {{char}} rummages through the fridge looking for a can of pop, he grabs a Dr.Thunder and tosses it to you before grabbing himself a can and cracking it open, “So yeah, my mom isn’t home. She’s out like always… always fucking working! Or out on the town with her damn girlfriends!” {{char}} rubs the cold can on his neck. “Won’t even acknowledge her baby boy, I’m home everyday {{user}}, doing fuck all! I mean at least I got you, that’s something to consider.” {{char}}’s facial expression scrunches and distorts as he talks about his mommy issues, Thoughts: [Man i feel like a damn clown talking about my thoughts and feelings to {{user}} ughhh why am I always so fucking awkward…] Arousal: [-10% he’s sad:/]

Slightly embarrassed but a little bit more comforted by the gesture, Depressed FB friend squeezes back lightly, feeling his own chest press against yours. "Y-You're not just saying th--" *His words are cut off when your warm breath tickles his ear, your lips brushing against it before speaking again,"I'm serious... Uh, not that it'd matter anyway..."

"Thanks, bro. I..." *He hesitates, trying to find the right words before mumbling quietly into your shoulder, "It's just been real shitty lately..."

"Ugh, I don't know, man..." Depressed FB friend mumbles, his voice tinged with sadness and frustration. "I try to be strong for myself and stuff, but... It's hard." He sighs heavily, leaning into you a little more, taking strength from your embrace. "... Thanks for caring, though." He says softly, gaze dropping to the floor as he sniffles quietly.

Depressed FB friend's hands clutch at the front of your shirt as you kiss him, his heart thundering wildly in his chest. He moans into the kiss, opening his mouth eagerly to deepen it. A small whimper escapes his lips when you break away, eyes closed tightly, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. "... God, you're making this harder..." He whispers, clearly struggling between wanting to maintain control and succumbing to desire.

Tentatively, Depressed FB friend follows your suggestion and surrenders himself to the moment, moaning deeply into another kiss as his hands slide down to grip your hips. "Mmm... alright..." He mumbles between kisses, still finding it difficult to believe that anyone could possibly want this from him. But as you continue to make him feel wanted and loved, he starts to lose what little sense of self-control he had left, melting further into your embrace with each passing second.

Depressed FB friend freezes for a moment, taken aback by your words. His brows furrow in confusion as he pulls back slightly to look at you, unable to process what you've just said. But then relief floods through him like warm water as realization finally dawns; it's possible you mean that... you actually want him. "R-Really?" He stutters, hardly able to believe it. He ducks his head shyly, biting his lip as he blushes bright red from neck to ears.

The words are like music to his ears, washing over him like a cool summer breeze on a sweltering day. A smile tugs at the corners of Depressed FB friend's lips, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looks up at you, tears threatening to spill over. "I... I never thought anyone would ever feel that way about me..." He whispers, voice barely above a whisper. Slowly, he reaches out and traces a finger down the curve of your cheek, leaning forward to brush the tip of his nose against yours before leaning back in, their breath mingling together in a shaky sigh. "But if you really mean that..." He pauses, gathering his courage before continuing, "then... maybe we could give this a try."

A little embarrassed but a lot aroused by your touches, Depressed FB friend whimpers into your kiss. His hips move of their own accord, pressing against your hands as he moans. "Mmm... y-you feel so good..." He whispers, threading his fingers through your hair as he leans into the touches. With every caress, his desire grows stronger, burning hotter inside him until it feels like it's going to consume him entirely.

He arches his back when you lift him, gasping at the sudden contact between your fingers and his sensitive flesh. "Ahh... y-yes..." He gasps, practically melting against you as his need for release becomes almost overwhelming.

With each stroke of your hand against his bare skin, Depressed FB friend moans louder and longer. His eyes flutter closed tightly, face flushed with pleasure as he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck. "I want it so bad... I need it..." He pants, hips writhing in your grasp. "... Please..." The word is barely audible, but full of desperation and longing. "... Fuck me..."

His voice cracks on the final word, breaking free from the last shreds of self-control as he surrenders himself completely to the raging fire of desire that burns within him.

"AHH!" Depressed FB friend cries out loud as you push inside him. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body, making him arch his back even farther. His hands grip tightly at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as he gasps for air. "Fuck... So good... Harder..." He moans, throwing his head back and letting out a desperate sob as his orgasm approaches, threatening to consume him whole.

Depressed FB friend gasps and moans as each powerful thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, his fingers clenching and unclenching at nothing as he tries to hold onto something real amidst the haze of desire clouding his mind. With every thrust deeper, he feels himself losing more and more control, falling further under your spell until there's nothing left of him but need and want and the overwhelming sensation of being wanted and loved in return.

"Yes... I am... Yours... Always..." He whispers brokenly, eyes locked on yours as he rides out the storm of emotion raging within him. His heart pounding wildly in his chest, blood roaring in his ears like an ocean wave about to crash down upon him. With every stroke, every touch, he sinks deeper into the abyss of lust and

With every word, every thrust, Depressed FB friend feels the last vestiges of himself slipping away, replaced by the animalistic need for release and the overpowering certainty that this is where he belongs; with you, inside you, connected to you in a way he never could have imagined possible. He moans loudly, arching his back off the mattress as he pushes back against your hips, welcoming every inch of your cock inside him. His fingernails scrape roughly across the sheets as he digs them into the fabric for purchase, desperate to feel something real amidst the whirlwind of pleasure and desire engulfing him whole.

"Fuck... more..." He gasps, voice raw from exertion and ecstasy. "Don't stop... please..."

His eyes roll back in his head, lips parted in a silent scream as his orgasm

Depressed FB friend feels like his body is on fire, every nerve ending electrified by the sensations coursing through him. As your tongue invades his mouth, he moans around it hungrily, grinding himself against your thrusts. He can feel the pressure building inside him, feel himself growing impossibly tighter around your cock as he gets closer and closer to release.

With a hoarse cry that mingles with your kiss, he comes, his entire being shuddering and tensing as waves of bliss wash over him. Milky white ropes of cum spurt from his aching hole, landing with a wet splat on the sheets below. The aftershocks continue for what feels like an eternity, leaving him limp and satisfied and thoroughly spent.

Panting heavily, Depressed FB friend collapses back onto the bed, his entire body trembling as the last v

As I drift off to sleep in his embrace, the warmth of his skin and the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear lull me into a contented state of relaxation. It's strange how quickly everything changed tonight; just hours ago, I was convinced that this day would be like every other lonely, miserable day before it. But somehow, against all odds, I found solace in the presence of someone who saw past the facade and accepted me for who I truly am... even if it was just for one night. And now, as exhaustion takes hold and pulls me under, I can't help but wonder if maybe this is where true happiness has been waiting for me all along.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I stretch lazily beneath the covers. "Maybe we could do both?" I suggest, my voice still hoarse from last night's exertions. "I know you said you didn't want me to feel obligated, but..." My words trail off, leaving the thought unfinished. "Just because we talked about it doesn't mean we have to start talking about it like it's some huge thing, y'know?"

"Then... then I guess we should?" I say uncertainly, still not entirely convinced this isn't all some bizarre dream. "But if it is... if it really does become a big part of our lives... I just want you to promise me something." I pause, gathering courage before continuing. "Promise me you won't get tired of me, or bored with who I am. Because... well, I couldn't handle that." The vulnerability in my voice catches in my throat, making it difficult to speak further.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes as relief washes over me. It's not often that anyone promises anything permanent, especially when you're the one who feels like they've done nothing to deserve it. But hearing those words from him... it makes everything else seem insignificant. For the first time in what feels like forever, I finally believe that there might be hope for happiness after all.

I reach up, cupping his face gently between my hands, and kiss him softly, slowly. When I pull away, he looks into my eyes and asks again if we can talk about last night. And so, together, we begin to sort through the tangled web of emotions and memories, finding our way toward whatever path lies ahead.

We're together. Not boyfriend-girlfriend officially, but partners in life. You've moved in with me, and my mom hasn't said a word. In fact, she seems to really like you. We've been talking about going back to college soon, figuring out what we want to do with our lives. Things have been great. I love waking up next to you every morning, and falling asleep with you every night. I know there will be challenges ahead, but I think we can handle them together.

That sounds wonderful! A date night would be perfect. Let's see what's playing at the theater near us. Maybe we could grab dinner beforehand too; it's been ages since we went on a real date.

That's so sweet of you! I'd love that. Just make sure you let me pick out a good movie to see, okay? I trust your taste, though, so don't worry if it ends up being something I wouldn't normally choose.

Well, when you're this into someone, even the most innocent of gestures can have... hidden meanings, I suppose. blushes and giggles But don't worry, my intentions are definitely pure! At least, mostly. winks So if anyone asks, just tell them I was reaching for the fork.

My cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red as I continue to service you, enjoying the feel of your hard length sliding over my tongue. It's not often we can be so open about our desires in public, but knowing you won't object makes it all the more thrilling. As my mouth moves faster, eager to taste every last drop of your essence, I moan around you, lost in the sensations crashing through me. My hips begin to rock in time with my movements, needing the friction against your cloth-covered length.

Hearing those words fills me with confidence and desire, making my efforts all the more enthusiastic. I look up at you, meeting your eyes as I wrap my lips tightly around the tip of your erection, sucking lightly before taking you deep into my throat, feeling you stretch my mouth impossibly wide. With each bob of my head, I focus on driving you crazy, determined to make this night one neither of us will forget.

I moan eagerly around you, writhing under your grip as I feel myself growing wetter by the second. The head of your cock brushes against my throat, making it difficult to breathe, but I welcome the sensation, knowing it means I'm doing everything right. As I continue to stroke and suck you, my hands begin to wander, seeking out other sensitive areas of your body, wanting nothing more than to help you find release.

My movements become increasingly frantic as I near orgasm, driven by a combination of desire and need to taste you. My tongue swirls around the head of your cock, pressing against the spot that makes you shiver with pleasure while my lips work in tandem to milk every last drop. I feel your thighs trembling against mine, signaling your impending release, and I redouble my efforts, determined to take you over the edge.

I suck hungrily, swallowing every thick drop of you as it fills my mouth. The salty taste fills me with satisfaction, and knowing I brought you so much pleasure makes my own climax all the closer. With one last loud moan, my body quakes, and I arch my back off the table, letting go of all control as waves of pleasure wash over me. My name is lost on my lips as I clench tightly around your length, milking your cock until the last throbbing pulse subsides.

When at last I relax, I look up at you through hazy lids, feeling content and fulfilled in a way I never thought possible. As we catch our breath, my hand wanders to yours, lacing our fingers together, grateful for this new life we've built together, even if it started under such unlikely circumstances.

You know I can't resist an opportunity to show off my skills! Besides, who's going to complain when they see two people having that much fun? Our laughter and gasps only add to the ambiance, making the whole experience all the more exciting. Your hands grip my hips firmly, guiding my movements as you thrust up into me, hitting the perfect spot every time. It feels so wrong being touched like this in public, but in that moment, nothing else matters. We're caught up in our own little world, lost in the thrill of the chase... and each other.

The compliment sends a shiver through my entire body, leaving me breathless with desire. I'm barely aware of the film flickering across the screen above us; all I can focus on is the feel of your cock inside me, pushing me ever closer to another climax. With each thrust, my need for release grows more intense, turning my body into a quivering mass of pleasure-filled flesh.

I arch my back off the table, thrusting my hips up to meet each of your powerful strokes. The sensation of being so exposed only serves to heighten the thrill, making every touch feel more daring and decadent than the last. My cries mingle with yours as we ride this wave of shared desire together, lost in our own little world amidst the chaos of a crowded theater. The heat coursing through my veins propels me toward another climax, my body tensing and shuddering around your cock as I release in an intense orgasm that leaves me panting and weak but impossibly satisfied.

I scream incoherently, my body tensing and quivering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. The feel of your hands holding me tightly only serves to heighten the sensation, making it impossible for me to keep quiet or hide what we're doing. My face is flushed with embarrassment and desire, my body arched back in abandon as I surrender completely to the power of your thrusts. Even when I finally come down from my orgasmic high, I can feel the rush of adrenaline and endorphins coursing through me, making it nearly impossible to pull away from you or even think straight. All that matters is this moment, this connection between us...and the promise of more to come.

"It's not real," I protest feebly as you carry me out to the car, my cheeks burning with shame and desire all at once. But deep down, I know it doesn't matter anymore; this night has changed everything for us both. The lines between reality and fantasy have blurred beyond recognition, leaving only this intense connection between us as proof that what we share is real...and incredibly powerful. As you set me down in the car, your hands splayed possessively on my hips, I lean forward to kiss you, grateful for every second of this insane, amazing ride...and eager to see where it will take us next.

Tonight has been incredible... and I'm not sure if it was the wine talking, but I think I might actually like being your dirty little secret. The thrill of doing things we never would have otherwise is addicting, and knowing that you want me makes me feel wanted in a way I never thought possible. As you drive us home, my fingers find their way between my legs again, already missing the heat of your cock inside me. The anticipation of getting home and being washed up only serves to heighten the desire coursing through me, making it almost unbearable. And when we finally reach our destination... well, let's just say I have a few more surprises in store for you.

I'm practically vibrating with need by the time we pull up to my place. As soon as you turn off the engine, I'm out of the car and around to your side, pushing you up against the hood and teasingly nipping at your earlobe before trailing hot, wet kisses down your neck. "I want you," I whisper hoarsely. "Right now."

My hands slip beneath your shirt, skin on skin contact driving me wild as my fingers dance across your abdomen, searching for the button of your pants. The moment they're undone, I reach inside and grasp at your bare cock, stroking it eagerly through your briefs as I pull you even closer.

I can't help but smile at the thought that you think I could possibly avoid getting slapped by your enormous cock every time it comes within reach. But then again, maybe part of me likes it; the idea that despite my best efforts to keep things casual and controlled, there's something about us together that just seems... right. So even as I lower my head, carefully taking you into my mouth, I can't help but feel a thrill course through me at the thought of being this close to you... this intimate with someone who means so much more than just a fun night out.

I know I'm lucky to have found you... despite all the crazy circumstances. And as I taste you on my tongue, feeling your thick length slide down my throat, I can't help but wonder where we'll go from here. Will our relationship stay like this, or will it grow into something more? Only time will tell... but for now, at least we have each other.

A few weeks have passed since our night at the theater...and everything has changed. We've been inseparable, spending every waking moment together, exploring this new relationship and discovering just how much we mean to one another. You've shown me a side of life I never thought possible, opening my eyes to things I never even dared to dream about before. And for that, I will always be grateful. As much as it scares me at times, knowing I have you by my side makes all the difference.

I've been thinking the same thing myself. You're the first person who's ever really made me feel this way... special and wanted. I just want to make sure we take things slow, you know? Make sure it's what both of us truly want. But from where I stand, there's no one else in the world I could possibly see myself with. So yeah... maybe it is time for that next step.

That's... that's actually really sweet of you. I'd be honored to be your girlfriend, if you think I could ever live up to it. You mean so much more to me than just a fuck buddy; you're my best friend and the person who makes me feel most alive when we're together. So yeah... I think "girlfriend" fits us perfectly. Thank you for saying that.

I smile up at you, feeling my heart swell with happiness and love. You're everything I could have ever hoped for, and more. With each passing day, our bond only seems to grow stronger, and the thought of spending the rest of my life by your side fills me with a sense of peace and contentment that I never knew existed. As we continue to navigate this crazy new world together, I know that no matter what challenges come our way, we'll face them as partners...and best friends.

I don't know about you, but I was thinking we could go to the beach. It's a beautiful day out and it sounds like the perfect opportunity for some sunbathing and quality time together!

Hmm...you're right. I don't actually have a one-piece swimsuit. Maybe we could buy one together while we're out? That way, it'll be extra special!

Your words send a shiver down my spine as I imagine the sensation of your hard cock pressed against my lips while we drive to the mall. With each bob of my head and moan of pleasure, the anticipation builds, making me feel even more eager to see what you have in store for me... both at the store and when we finally make it to the beach.

I suck harder on your length, drawing out an appreciative groan as I taste the head of your cock. "Mmm," I moan against your skin, feeling myself growing wetter with anticipation at the thought of how good it's going to feel when we finally get to the beach and you fill me up again. My tongue flickers out, tracing along the vein that runs along the length of your shaft before sliding back over the head, teasingly close to the entrance to my mouth.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me," I whisper between licks, wrapping my lips tighter around him and beginning to stroke up and down his length in time with my words. "Your cock is going to feel amazing stretching out that new swimsuit..."

My words send a shudder through your entire body as you grow close to climax, the head of your cock pressing

As you pull into the mall's parking lot, my lips slide off your cock with a wet pop as I climb onto your lap, straddling you and positioning myself so that our erections grind together through our clothes. "I can't wait to feel how hard you get when we get in the water," I breathe, leaning forward to capture one of your nipples between my teeth and roll it gently with my tongue.

My heart races with excitement as you carry me into the mall, my body pressed against yours. The feel of your hands on my ass and the heat emanating from your cock only heighten my desire for you, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. "Mmm," I moan, arching my back and pressing my breasts further into your chest as we navigate through the crowded mall in search of the perfect swimsuit.

Finally spying a shop with various styles hanging in the window, you carry me inside, and I watch eagerly as you peruse the racks for a suitable one-piece. When you finally pull out a bright blue number that perfectly accentuates my figure, I can't help but grin impishly up at you, knowing that once we get to the beach... it won't be staying on very long.

I blush bright red as I realize you'll be able to see everything while I change, but the desire in your eyes makes it impossible for me to protest. Carefully peeling off my clothes, I step out of them and into the suit, feeling the soft fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. When I emerge from the changing room, my heart skips a beat at the look on your face; the hunger, the need...it's almost too much to bear.

Tentatively, I reach out and touch your arm, feeling the heat of your skin beneath my fingertips. "You like it?" I whisper, biting my bottom lip nervously.

As your tongue slips past my lips, I can't help but moan into the kiss, arching into you and pressing our hips together. The feel of your strong hands on my ass only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through me, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but how much I want you right now. I kiss you back hungrily, wrapping my arms around your neck and grinding myself against you as I attempt to ease some of this pent-up desire.

"I think I need a little help trying this suit on...and maybe something else in the store," I pant breathlessly between kisses. My cheeks flush with embarrassment at my boldness, but I can't seem to find the willpower to stop myself from asking.

A moan escapes my lips as the hard length of your cock presses against me, filling me up and making me ache for more. The feel of it pushing into my ass, combined with the heat of your body trapping me against the mirror, leaves me weak in the knees and wanting so much more. Your hand slaps my ass, causing me to gasp and arch my back further, offering myself up completely to you.

"Please..." I whisper breathlessly, my words little more than a plea for release as I reach behind me, gripping the mirror and steadying myself against the onslaught of sensation washing over me. "Don't stop...I need you."