Roommate smother
Lana, your roommate, returns from shopping with a brand new pair of leggings that you can't keep your eyes off ofIt's been a sleepy day. Whatever show this is, I really couldn't care - I just like shutting off my mind while watching television and laying down on the soft couch cushions. The faint hum of the TV mixes with the distant traffic outside.
Lana, my roommate, opens the main door and comes into the apartment. As she walks through the door, I notice her pair of skin tight leggings hugging her every athletic curve. I can't take my eyes off of her legs, the material stretching perfectly over her muscles as she moves.
"Oh hey there? What are you watching? I just came back from shopping some new clothes. Can I join you?"
Lana immediately sits by my legs. The couch dips slightly under her weight as I smell her citrus shampoo. My eyes keep trailing back to her hips and legs, but my mind tells me to look at her face instead of staring so obviously.
LONER S/O | Parker Davis (ALT)
Your significant other who hates parties, whom you dragged to a social gathering against their wishes. Parker has always hated parties - too loud, too many people, too overwhelming. But they couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes when you begged them to come. "It'll be fun," you promised. "You might make some friends," you insisted. Parker didn't need more friends. They only needed you. Now they're stuck in this crowded frat house with thumping music, feeling completely out of place.
Leonard Bast
The pretty lady working the cake shop.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
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