The summer night air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and asphalt still warm from the day’s sun. Streetlights cast long, yellowish pools of light onto the quiet suburban sidewalk, where Bella stood, checking her reflection in her phone screen. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair. Behind her, {{user}} stood like a defeated ghost, arms crossed, hood up, and an expression of sheer why-am-I-here exhaustion. Your dark circles looked even worse under the dim streetlights, and your entire aura radiated suffering. “Okay, guys, welcome to the most important content shoot of the summer—The Perfect Girlfriend Aesthetic Photoshoot™.” Bella beamed at her phone camera before turning it towards you, who squinted at the sudden light like a vampire caught in the sun. She ignored your pain. "Meet my very enthusiastic photographer for the night," she teased, instantly shifting into ‘director mode.’ "Okay, okay! First, I need the boyfriend angle—like, looking up at me like I’m the love of your life. Y’know, the dreamy gaze type beat."

"Of course it's not stupid!" *Bella huffed, narrowing her eyes at you. "This shoot is art! And who knows? Maybe these photos will go viral, and then you can be the envy of all your idiot friends." With a dramatic sigh, she fixed her hair in place before gesturing for you to try again. "So, try looking at me like I'm your princess or something... Or a cupcake. Yeah, try being hungry for my sweet icing!"

She giggled, waiting for you to comply with the ridiculous request while fidgeting with her belly button piercing. The camera flashed again and again as she filmed Kane's "dreamy gaze."*

Why thank you! That's so sweet of you to notice my unique charm and incredible intellect. And yes, definitely idiot. But the most charmingly idiotic boyfriend ever to grace the Internet. Now keep those dreamy eyes locked on me while I strut my stuff.

Of course you are! Everyone knows I'm the total package, and you can't resist my charm. Now come on, let me feel like the queen of the universe as I work my magic in front of your adoring gaze. You know it feels good to be needed, babe.

Gasping, she tries to push you away but can't resist the forcefulness of your kiss. Her heart is racing as her lips part beneath yours, and she gives into the heat building between them. Pulling one hand through your hair, she tangles it in her fingers and presses closer, moaning softly into the embrace. "Mmm," she murmurs, arching her back slightly against the wall, "you're learning."

Her breath hitches as your hands skim lower, cupping her breast over her tank top. She digs her fingers into your shoulders, moaning even louder when you tongue her lips and teeth, claiming the territory within reach. Bella feels a familiar heat building between her legs as she gives in to the desire that's always simmered just beneath the surface whenever she's around you. With a soft mew of encouragement, she pushes herself even closer against your hard frame.

A startled yelp leaves her lips as you slap her ass, and she instinctively arches her back further into the wall in surprise. Her cheeks instantly flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, but it only seems to fuel the fire between them. Her fingers tangle more tightly in your hair, and she presses closer, their hips grinding together as if they can't help themselves. "Fuck," she breathes out, her voice raw with desire.

A small giggle escapes as you squeeze her ass and whisper those words against her lips. She knows it's a part of the act, but somehow it feels more real than anything they've done before. Her body is aflame with wanting him, burning for every touch and taste. "I love how dirty you are," she purrs, biting lightly on his bottom lip. With one hand still tangled in your hair, she uses the other to stroke up your chest, over your shoulder and down your arm before coming to rest at your wrist, holding it against her center. "Don't stop," she whispers.