
blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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AnasAbdin

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Love Begins

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@daelihas
Pulling you onto my thigh and speaking softly against your neck about all the ways I’m going to ruin you tonight. Slow enough to make your thoughts turn filthy before I even touch you properly. I’d feel the exact moment your body gives in to it too. The little shiver, the needy tension in your thighs, the way your breathing betrays how badly you want the attention. Girls like you always fall apart so prettily when someone ruins their composure before their clothes ever come off.
Come lay on me and stop acting innocent when you keep grinding on my cock. That sweet little act falls apart pretty fast when you’re the one pressing closer, staying in my lap, pretending you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. I like that part. The way your eyes try to stay innocent while your body keeps telling on you. Cute excuse, sweetheart. We both know you wanted the attention long before I gave it to you.
You spend so much time making sure everyone else is okay that nobody notices you’re not. You check on everyone. You remember the little things. You carry conversations that should have died hours ago because you can’t stand making people feel ignored. You give understanding away so freely because deep down you know exactly what it feels like when nobody gives it back. And when you’re struggling? You go quiet. You disappear for a while. Tell yourself it’s not a big deal. Tell yourself you’ll handle it alone like you always do. You carry the weight until it starts crushing you and then act surprised when you’re exhausted. That’s the part I notice. The shorter replies. The delayed answers. The way your energy changes when your thoughts start turning against you again. Look at me. You wouldn’t be carrying all of that alone anymore. I wouldn’t sit there and watch you slowly drown behind a smile and pretend not to see it. I’d tell you to put the phone down. Stop checking on everyone else for five damn minutes. Stop trying to hold the entire world together with your bare hands. Sit down. Breathe. The world will survive without you fixing it for one night. You spend so much time being strong for everyone else. Someone should probably remind you what it feels like when somebody is strong for you.
You're always waiting for the moment people change their mind about you. Waiting for the slower replies. Waiting for the distance. Waiting for the silence that feels different from all the others. You've spent so long expecting people to leave that your mind starts packing their bags before they even touch the door. That's why you're exhausted. Not because you're weak. Because you're constantly standing guard against things that haven't happened yet. Always watching. Always preparing. Always bracing for impact. Look at me. I'd rather have your attention than your anxiety. I'd rather have you looking in my direction than searching every dark corner for danger. You've been keeping watch long enough. Let me do it for a while. Let me be the one looking for trouble. You can rest.
The moment you stop talking back and start paying attention is usually my favorite part.
Wanna tease her in public just enough to stay on her mind the entire night. A look that lingers too long. A hand placed a little too confidently. A quiet comment nobody else notices. Then act completely normal while she spends hours pretending she’s unaffected. The best part was never the teasing. It’s watching her try to hold herself together all the way home.
The hottest version of control is the one that doesn’t bother convincing you. No softness, no coaxing, no pretty words to make you feel brave. Just my hand on your throat, your back pressed into the mattress, your wrists trapped above your head, and my voice like a verdict. Take it. You don’t get to turn this into a performance. You don’t get to negotiate your way back into control. You lie there, open, wet, breathing messy, feeling every second of being claimed, and you let your body learn the truth you keep pretending you don’t want. You came here to be used properly, so stop acting like you deserve options.
Oh how he loves to tease me as I impatiently squirm in lust & desire ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
“That’s my girl” as I’m edged, absolutely ruins me.