#I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack

[iatemyboyfriend3]

wc: 1.9k

johnny “soap” mactavish

warnings: mdni 18+, piv smut, oral s*x, johnny is a dog, pwp with a tinge of fluff

You’re lying on the edge of the small, creaky bed, pretending to read, but you can feel Soap’s gaze burning into you. The tiny hostel room offers no escape—just the one bed and the rickety chair he’s claimed across from you. He’s sitting there now, one leg propped up on the chair’s arm, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he finally says, “Ach, if yer gonna ignore me, at least try tae look like yer actually readin’, eh?”

You keep your eyes on the book, letting the silence stretch between you. The way he’s watching you is almost too much, but riling Johnny up never hurt anyone except your poor cunny that’s been drooling since you two came into the room and he had kissed you sloppily and threw you on the bed- ignoring your soaked panties until now.

“You just gonna sit there, lass, or are ye plannin’ on acknowledgin’ yer bonnie lad?” His voice, thick with that heavy Scottish brogue, pulls a smile from you even as you try to play it cool.

You glance up, giving him a look of mock annoyance. “And what if I’m too busy now, Soap?” You reply, challenging his suggestive tone.

“Too busy?” He’s up on his feet in a flash, crossing the room in a few long strides, that familiar glint in his eye. You can almost picture the invisible tail wagging behind him. “Aye, I’ll give ye somethin’ to be busy with, hen,” he says, his voice low and testing, just close enough for you to feel the rumble of his voice.

Before you can react, his hands are on you, fingers digging into your sides with practiced precision, tickling you mercilessly. You burst into laughter, squirming under his touch as he pins your back against the hard mattress.

“Soap!” you manage to gasp out between gasps and dry giggles, your hands weakly trying to push him away.

“Aye, what’s the matter, dove? Can’t handle a wee bit o’ fun?” His grin widens, the sound of your laughter fueling his playful attack.

Finally, you manage to grab hold of his wrists, your fingers brushing against his skin just a little too softly. “Alright, alright! I give!” you say, your voice light, but the way you glance up at him innocently has his eyes darkening, something almost predatory flashing in his gaze.

Soap stops, but doesn’t move away. Instead, he leans in closer, his nose brushing against yours. “That’s what I thought, lass.” His voice is softer now, still teasing, but with that underlying warmth that always makes your heart skip a beat.

"Look at ye, lass,” he murmurs, his voice thick with that familiar Scottish lilt that never fails to send a shiver down your spine. “Ye’re lookin’ at me like a starvin’ dog watches a bone.”

You scoff, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the way he’s looking at you, the heat in his eyes, makes it impossible to hide the flush creeping up your neck. “Maybe I am,” you agree, your voice not quite as steady as you’d like.

Soap laughs, a low, rumbling sound that’s more of a purr. “Aye, I can see that,” he says, and you can feel the low vibration of his grumble against your lips. His hands are resting on your upper thighs as his thumbs trace so so close to your heat- you have the urge to throw your legs over his waist and beg for more, for him to touch you more

“Tell me, dove,” he drawls, his breath hot on your lips. “What is it ye want, eh? Ye just gonna lie there all pretty, or are ye gonna ask for what ye really need?”

You swallow hard, your heart racing as his words sends a shiver up your neck to your cheeks. He’s drawing it out, and it’s driving you crazy. You reach up, trying to pull him down to you, but Soap catches your wrists, holding them down to the mattress with a grin.

“Ah ah, not so fast, hen,” he chides, his voice dripping with playful menace. “Ye’ve got to ask nicely.”

You bite your lip, trying to keep from squirming under his gaze. He’s enjoying this, watching you struggle to keep your composure, waiting to jump on you as soon as you ask all nicely and pretty for him. Finally, you give in, your voice barely above a whisper as you murmur, “Please, Soap.”

His eyes darken, and he releases your wrists, his warm hands finally slide down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “That’s more like it, lass,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss that leaves you aching for more.

“Ye’re mine, lass,” he whispers against your skin, his voice a low growl as he finally kisses you. His mouth was warm, his tongue heavy, and his scarred, calloused hands had slid around to cradle either side of your spine as he tucks you in closer, your bodies pressed together, your chest empty of breath from the pressure of his heavy body, your mind spinning.

Johnny's fingers tighten into your soft flesh and you press harder into him. His lips tread down to your chin and over to your neck, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses as he lays his body weight into you on the bed, straddling your hips with his thick muscled thighs.

Johnny loved grabbing your soft skin, anywhere and everywhere- he wastes no time ripping your clothes off and playfully spitting on your panty-clad pussy, rubbing the saliva into the already soaked fabric.

"Look at tha', bonnie" he chuckles as he crawls further down the bed and throws your legs over his shoulders, roughly stuffing his face in between your thighs and into your damp panties and shakes his head roughly- his nose nudging your clit hard and over and over again as he sharply inhales you.

Your hands grips anything you can reach, hips bucking up into his face as tears blurs your vision. He moves back from your heat and eyes your now see-through panties, licking his lips thats now covered in stickiness and saliva nastily.

“Can't get 'nough at how wet ye are.” His finger gently touches your engorged clit over the fabric, “Haven’t even licked ye properly, and ye’re soaked tae the fuckin’ sheets.” He plays with your panty clad pussy with just the tip of his thick rough finger, giving sweet kisses to your clit as you whine and try to shimmy away.

“Johnny, please!” He looks up at you, and you could see his eyes darken into obsidian as he falls for your needy state. He finally pulls down your soiled panties and dives in, sucking roughly on your clit sending shivers down your spine. Deft fingers toying with your hole and finally being pushed in, stretching your walls with ease and curling inside you.

The more his fingers curled inside you with precision, the more your velvety walls closed around them, pulsating even due to the dual pleasure you were receiving. He groaned as he sucks harder, your back arching as his tongue laps the spot, all to make you ruin his face just the way he wants you to do. You feel that build up in the pit of your stomach rise faster than you can handle.

“So close,” You whimper, your breath catching in your throat as he curls his fingers once, twice, three times to bring it out of you, your mouth hangs open in reaction to the pull of your orgasm washing over you instantly. He eventually pulls his fingers out and stuffs them into your mouth, watching you suck them dry as he groans. And saliva mixed with cum shines on his lips, a guttural groan erupting from him due to how you swirl your tongue around his fingers to taste yourself.

“Should I just have ye hang o’er this bed and use that bonnie mouth o’ yours?” You frantically nod yes but he kisses your forehead hotly before moving to the side of you, pulling your leg up.

“Maybe a wee bit later. But for now, I just neetae feel ye.” He spits in his other hand and rubs his cock to get it slicked, moving up slightly to press the tip up at your aching core, both of you moaning as he enters you like an intruder.

“That’s it, let everyone know how much ye missed me. Ye can do it.” His endless praise makes you moan louder, and in turn he touches you all over, finding that exploring your body was all that he ever wanted, that you were a work of perfection that he couldn’t get enough of forever.

He tilts your head towards his and kisses you, the intensity making your head spin. He keeps up his pace, making you whine in his mouth a ‘no more’. You pull back and catch your breath, moving your hand down to grip the sheets. He kisses you again, and you moan into his mouth as he doesn’t retreat despite the desperate shallow breaths you both let out.

He quickly threw his hand down to rub at your clit, and you cry out and grab at his wrist, your fingers turning white from the tightness in which you grip him- and it was enough to thrust you into release, your grip on his wrist tightening as you clench all around his length, hips shaking at overstimulation.

Stars blur your vision as you heard your name, maybe his voice thick with pleasure. You wanted to speak, but only a choked moan escaped as you felt yourself being filled. It wasn't until he whispered in your ear, gently patting your cheek, that you came to, his thrusts slowing as your body stopped shaking.

“Hey, stay wi’ me, aye?” He kissed your neck as you opened your eyes again, and he fixed you to turn to face him, looking over your face and kissing it in its wake.

“Love ye more than anythin’ else in the world, yeah?” he whispered, his voice soft but full of sincerity as he carefully cradled you in his arms. After a moment, he gently pulled away to grab a rag, cleaning you both off with slow, tender movements. When he returned, he settled beside you, brushing his lips against your skin, placing gentle kisses along your neck, shoulders, and anywhere he could reach. “Such a sweet lass ye are for me,” he murmured between kisses, his voice warm, as he held you close, offering quiet reassurance and comfort as your breaths evened out.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice playful. “Get some rest now, love.” You shoot him a teasing glance, lips curling into a smile. “Sleep? You really think I’m going to sleep after that?” His eyes sparkled as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Aye, I think ye will. But I’ll keep ye company just in case.”

[k9divine]

fem reader x sub ada wong

cw ; oral & fingering (ada receiving), cum eating, mention of toy usage. kind of short.

“hush, baby… gonna make someone come in here.”

makeup smudges on her cheek, trembling hand clasped over her mouth to conceal the wanton noises that claw at her throat, desperate to come out. her thighs clench around your neck, black-painted nails clawing at the back of your neck in hopes of keeping her balance against the cold wall.

the strong muscle mass in your mouth swirls around her engorged clit, slick pooling in your palm and sliding down to your elbow as two of your fingers ram into her relentlessly. forcing the sound she’s definitely not supposed to be making out of her mouth.

“s’ .. oh, it’s too much. i can’t— hmn.”

coaxing a leg over your shoulder, soft lips close around the swollen bud. fingertips curling into spot that always makes her see stars.

it has her hips shuddering, tears of absolute bliss burning the corners of her eyes. glittery mascara and eyeliner all over the place. it only makes her more alluring. a moaning, writhing, mess.

“too much? honey, you’ve taken way more than this.” you laugh, the sound vibrating all her nerves in the right way. the way your tone is just a slight bit mocking makes her heart throb, fingers dragging up to curl in your hair. her nails take down your scalp, palm flattening against the crown of your skull to draw you in closer.

“or maybe it’s because i’ve been teasing you all night, hm? your fault, hon. you asked for it.”

oh, that’s right.

the panties hanging around her ankles have a butterfly vibrator resting atop the sodden fabric, still buzzing from not having been taken out too long ago. the part that was once inside of her was white and sticky, thick globs of creamy arousal settling on the silicone surface.

she’d been needy all day. hanging around you more than often, even inviting you to sit on her lap while she worked. hands running all over your body, lips kissing your skin every other second. it’s safe to say she put herself in this position.

but, here? at a formal event? this is not where she expected you to do it.

“i know i did, but it’s— fuucckk. i’m, i think i’m gonna..” her voice is wobbling, weak. her hand falling from her mouth because goddamnit—she just doesn’t care anymore. if somebody sees you two oh fucking well.

her words dissolve into unintelligible babbles, saliva spilling over her lower lip as she lets out a rather obnoxious mewl. face hot with embarrassment as she finally hears how she sounds herself. a little pathetic, but hey, you think it’s cute.

“coming for me, babe?” you moan, lashes fluttering as your turn your gaze up to hers. upping your effort times ten. you’ve got to make this one of the best she’s ever had, who knows when you’ll have sex (or just be intimate in general), again.

not so subtly adding a third finger, you push them in to the second knuckle. and it has her squirting. your mouth slow its attack on her clit to a stop to lap up her juices, drinking the fluid down like a woman starved.

your face is soaked with her essence, eyes squeezed shut as your slurp her up; cold hand sliding up her hip to press down on her stomach, feeling the taut muscles twitch and shiver beneath your fingertips.

once you’re sure her body’s calmed down, you carefully withdraw your efforts. pulling your digits from her gaping hole, kissing her pussy farewell before sliding her panties back over it. pocketing the toy in your purse to clean later when you arrive back home.

“was that good?” comes a snarky question, tearing a strip of paper towels off the roll to dry your face and her inner thighs. cleaning up as much as you can without the proper tools to do so.

“of course it was good. don’t flatter yourself with my inevitable compliments.” ada hisses, silently thankful you had the courtesy to wipe her down. she’ll have to thank you for taking care of her, later. “thank you, though.”

taking your hand in hers, she drags you out of the bathroom. delving back into the bustling crowd of business people, all standing and listening to some redhead’s speech. nobody has noticed your absences thankfully.

ada had always been easy when it came to you, so that was a plus, as well.

“i’ll have to return the favor.”

[undercvrfan444]

For weeks you felt as though someone was shadowing you. Anytime you went out a feeling of paranoia would settle in your shoulders and make you sick.

Whispers of white would grace your peripheral vision. It was always the same messy movement, gone before you could truly get a look at where the color originated from.

You’d been out all day. A close friend had asked you to come over and help her pack up the apartment she’d been living in for the past few months.

“I’m gonna miss you being around.” You said after taping the last box shut. What you really wanted to tell her was you’d miss feeling like you knew someone in this large city.

Nobara smiled softly at you. “I’m gonna miss you too babe!” A comfortable silent falls between the two of you while large cardboard boxes are squeezed together beside the door.

Lost in your own thoughts you almost don’t feel the petite gand on your shoulder, whipping around out of surprise. “Whoa! What’s going on with you girl?”

A small frustrated sigh pushes from your lips. “Sorry, sorry. I don’t know..” Running your fingers through your hair, thoughts race behind your eyes.

“I-I don’t know how else to say this, but…I think i’m being stalked.” Feeling the words come off your tongue left you with a bitter taste in your mouth. To admit something was truly happening to you was to accept the fear that dwelled in your chest when “he” was around.

And possibly the arousal too.

How is it that a person could be stalked and in some sick fucked up way, they could be turned on by that disturbing fact. Your heart rate speeds up as you feel the subtle creeping of heat tickle your cheeks.

Nobara is quick with her response, not letting a single thing slip past her.

“Stalked?” She murmured. “By who? I know there’s a lot of sick fucks out there, but damn.”

“I’m not sure to be honest. Whoever he is, he isn’t stupid. Any time I go out of my house I feel him.”

“Feel him? Babe what-“

“He’s never gotten physical with me! Partially because I think he’s either scared o-or maybe just trying to scare me. I haven’t figured which one yet.”

Thick, uncomfortable silence fills the air. Almost as if “he” could be summoned by a mere whisper of his existence. You can’t be scared. How could you lie to Nobara and tell her you were startled by this person when there was a pool of arousal forming in your panties. It was a sick world you lived in and you were sicker so.

For hours the two of you spoke about your unidentified stalker. You delve into the details of every wispy stray hair you’d see from the corner of your eyes, how his mere presence made you believe whoever he was it was undoubtedly certain strength lies within him. The conversation drew on so long the sun sank and the moon had now rose to show herself.

The cushion your body has been residing on felt as though it melded to be one with your body; signaling your time to leave.

“Y/n I’m not sure you should go home. Wouldn’t you feel safer staying here? I know everything is packed up but at least you would have another person with you.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I’ve never been attacked anyway Nobara, i’m sure i’ll be fine going home tonight.”

With that you were sent on your way, multiple opportunities to stay with Nobara were presented and you shot every single one down. Why? Maybe because it intrigued you to think of your stalker finally showing himself to you. You enjoyed the idea of someone caring so much about you that they’d go out of their way to STALK you.

Cool, crisp night air fills your lungs with every shallow breath you take. From behind you footsteps easily mimicked your own. Any other normal person wouldn’t have been able to recognize the sound, but you’d grown to expect the sound. In fact…you craved to hear those perfectly synchronized steps.

The entirety of your walk home, his footsteps echoed behind you. Stuttering heartbeats pounding so hard your ribs hurt. Terror ran rapid throughout your body and eventually morphed into excitement.

Finally reaching your door, you paused for a moment. “Are you still there?” Your small voice was shaky; unsure of what answer you preferred more. The world seems to go quiet around you. Unfortunately there was no sound behind you. No breathing, no steps, no ruffling of clothes, just the breeze blowing past your hair.

AUTHORS NOTE:

so ik this is random but like i’ve got fragments floating in my head and this is one of them

[cas---2y5]

I am once again neglecting my physical and mental health to finish an ambitious project on an impossible timeline I’m sore and exhausted and dehydrated and either overeating or not eating at all. be normal about my hobbies challenge failed immediately

[basedandlovepilled]

someone pls send good luck and vibes my way cus i need life to calm tf down for once

[infamous-empire]

Watching the real-time election results while doomscrolling politics tags is probably the most actively stressful thing I could conceivably do, and yet I’m doing it anyway

[thehorrorsaregettingtomee]

that feeling when you have pre existing heart problems and try to burn of calories by doing cardio

[stardustvanfleet]

literally imagine thinking i’m okay right now

[somebody-already-took-this-url]

Currently writing ch5 of my mumbroom fic! Angst angst angst lesbianism autism angst gay pining aaaaand more angst.

[mariusroyale]

NEVERMIND EVERYTHING WORKED OUT 😭😭

[chronic-high-achiever]

Just tried a monster energy for the first time. I. Am looking through my walls. Caused an earthquake with my trembly hands.

[oddinary4bts]

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[kavehayati]

I can’t find the gif but yk that gif where it’s like that cat who has its hands on its head and its meowing super hard as if it’s in agony ? YEAH THAT ONE … that’s me if a Jin doesn’t shapeshift into Kaveh for me 😓

[gojoscinnamonroll]

mdni under the cut •

best friend! sukuna who sneaks into your room through your window uninvited as you’re watching some random comedy show in the middle of the night to “hang out”.

(well.. actually, he isn’t your best friend. he’s really your boyfriend, but your parents don’t approve of your relationship with him, so you have to keep things secret.)

best friend! sukuna who scares you by slamming your window open and jumping in with a “what’s up idiot” as you jolted in your bed and gave him a piercing glare.

“sukuna! what on earth are you doing!!” exasperating and clutching your chest as if you were about to have a heart attack. “if my parents hear or see you here, its game over for the both of us.”

best friend! sukuna who honestly does not care because you’re his girlfriend so he will simply come see you whenever he pleases. and in this time of the night, he needs you right now. “oh nothing too crazy” he looks at his nails with a teasing smirk, “just wanted to see how my little brat is doing that’s all.” as he walks over to your plushie filled, silk, comfy bed and takes a seat.

best friend! sukuna who pretends to be interested in whatever show you’re currently watching as he slides his huge and veiny hands up your thighs and into your pajama shorts.

you began protesting, “kuna, we could be caught this isn’t a good i-“ your breath hitched as he starts rubbing circles with his thumb over your clit.

“lock the door then girl.” rolling his eyes.

best friend! sukuna who pushes your shorts to the side, revealing your pretty puffy folds to his enamored eyes and licks a long stripe down your slit, making you slightly whimper— teasing you with his tongue and middle finger until he softly grabs you by the ankles and tells you to get face down ass up for him.

best friend! sukuna who pumps his thick cock a few times before slowly pushing himself into your sopping wet cunt and letting out a low groan. he’s thrusting in and out of you being careful at first, so that your parents don’t suspect anything, but the way you were gripping around his monstrous dick had him going insane and began fucking into you deeper, teasing your g-spot.

“su- mmph fuck!” becoming cock drunk off of him, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling into the back of your head. and your sly little boyfriend — best friend knowing what exactly you like and how to make you feel good, kept thrusting all the way into you to make you moan as loud as you can on purpose then taunting you, “shhh, you wouldn’t your father to know his sweet little girl is getting her guts rearranged by the boy she’s not supposed to be messing around with, now would you?” devilish grin creeping onto his lips.

best friend! sukuna who’s favorite thing is fucking you dumb on his cock to the point you’re seeing white and can’t conjecture a single thought, but still littering sweet praises in your ear such as, “you’re such a good girl, taking this dick mhm”, “fuck! you’re so tight for me.” “you feel so good gripping around me like that.”

best friend! sukuna who shoots ropes of hot cum into you just as you come undone on him still inside of you, legs beginning to shake. “oh hoho, silly girl… i’m not done with you just yet.” laying you down on your back to stuff his mess back into you with his still hardened length.

best friend! sukuna who loves fucking you full of his seed as he looks into your eyes while he’s on top and cupping your cheeks as lewd noises come from beneath you both.

best friend! sukuna who milks you of everything you got, on the brink of crying from overstimulation and how hard you were about to orgasm. “c- i’m gonna cummmm ‘kuna!”

best friend! sukuna who licks the shell of your ear and leave open mouthed kisses on your jaw as he tells you to let go and cum all over his cock like the filthy slut good girl that you are.

best friend! sukuna who cleans you up with a towel he got from your closet and leaves sweet, loving kisses on your temples as you two cuddle and fall asleep together in each other’s arms in your bed.

best friend! sukuna who wakes up at 6am to leave before your parents wake up and gives you a goodbye/good morning kiss before he exits through your window.

best friend! sukuna and you who thought you two were slick and pretty sure that your parents wouldn’t suspect anything ever happened the previous night.

until you walk into the kitchen for breakfast to your parents asking what all the noise was coming from your room last night and asking where the marks on your neck came from.

oops…

likes + reblogs appreciated <3 please don't steal/copy/modify my works!

[roaringroa]

had a panic attack at the airport 🤪🤪🤪

[classyrbf]

TAP OUT, TAP OUT! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...the jjk men react to you doing the ‘tap out’ dance trend on tiktok

INFO...jjk men (gojo, geto, nanami, toji) x fem!reader, fluff, suggestive comments, possessiveness (in a cute way), not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

GOJO

as soon as you set the phone up, gojo thought you were gonna do a cute couple video with him while he was sitting on the couch. He was smiling, completely oblivious to what you were about to do. You stood in front of the camera and waited for the music to start, turning around before the time hit one on the countdown.

As soon as Gojo heard the music he damn near leaped off the couch and grabbed your phone. “Satoru!” You gasped, turning to him with wide.

“Uhn uhn, baby. I can’t have you throwing your goodies back for everyone else to see!” He holds your phone over his head, making sure you couldn’t reach.

“Satoru, I wasn’t gonna post it!” You laugh, reaching for you phone. “I just wanted to see if I could do it!”

“See if you could throw it in a circle?! Baby—”

“Wait a second, how do you know about this trend?” You questioned, slowing raising your brow.

“Uh…um…Suguru showed me.” He awkwardly cleared his throat.

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“It was one video! Baby I swear!” He dropped to his knees, clinging onto your shirt.

“Get up, you drama queen!”

TOJI

“Toji, I wanna show you this new dance I learned!” You excited propped your phone up, smiling as you set the timer and turned towards him. “Look!”

“I’m watching, mama.” He sighed, resting his head in his palm while standing beside you. That’s when the music started and you began to do the dance, the first few seconds of it completely harmless. It when you started shaking your ass that Toji’s eyes widened and he immediately grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder to carry you away.

“Toji! I was showing you the dance!” You laughed.

“That wasn’t no damn dance. Can’t have anyone seeing my girls ass like that.” He finally put you back on your feet, staring at you as you had a full on laughing fit.

“That was so funny! You were so quick to drag me away!” You fanned yourself, still chuckling with tears in your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t wanna hear it. Should know that ass is mine.” He grabbed a handful of your ass.

NANAMI

nanami was sitting in his office, typing away on his computer before you barged into his room, nearly giving him a heart attack. Without exchanging words, you propped your phone up and hit record. He closed his laptop and turned in your direction, brows furrowed as he wondered what you were up to.

He heard the music and watched as you began dancing, bending over lower and lower and it finally clicked in his head what you were going to do. He stood from his seat and stood directly in front of the camera, blocking the view of your ass.

“Nice dance, sweetheart but it should only be reserved for me. Don’t you think?” He smirked down at you as you stood back up, smiling at him.

“I wasn’t gonna post it!” You grab your phone, laughing at the moment when he completely blocks the view with his broad back. “I was just showing you!”

“Uh huh, just like all those other dances you were showing me?” He raised a brow. “Nice try.” He pecked your lips, walking back to his desk. “Your ass did look great, by the way.”

“Aweee, Ken!” You giggled.

GETO

as a prank you weren’t even going to do the dance, but instead close the bathroom door and blast the song to make geto think you were. You heard the audio on his phone a few times, knowing he’s seen the videos and what better way to prank him than to show him how it feels when youre shaking ass on the internet.

You quietly closed the bathroom and set up your phone against the sink, turning your volume up all the way and pressing the timer. You stood against the wall, a mischievous smile on your face as you waited for the moment he’d bust through the door. Over the music, you heard his footsteps and laughed to yourself when he flung the door open.

“What are you doing?!” He stood there, peaking his head in to see you were recording. “I swear if you’re out here shaking ass…Baby, I will literally crash out again.”

“I was pranking you!” You laugh, pointing at your phone. “That’s what your ass gets! Haha!”

“Baby, I swear you’re gonna be the death of me.” He glares at you, taking in a deep breath.

“How romantic.” You step towards him. “How about I actually do the dance, but…I dance on you, hm?” You question and immediately his eyes widened in excitement.

“I like the sound of that.”