does anyone else get insanely romantically frustrated, like i know sexual frustration is a thing but sometimes i get super intense cravings for soft kisses or make out sessions or cuddling naps or things like that and it's way more frustrating to me than sexual cravings
Low-key mean Lip? Idk man I should be working on my thesis rn but I just can't cuz my brain is fried
It's been hours since you keep going on and on about having to study, it's been an hour since you're supposed started working on your project.
The light of the open laptop illuminates the frown in your face, disdain and frustration settled in and being expressed by complaints and bargains to yourself.
But there's a deadline to meet and the excuses to procrastinate are becoming scarce by the second. There's no way out.
"Babe, could you shut up?" Lip grumbles in annoyance, watching you from his spot on the bed as he lowers down the textbook he was reading.
But a chance has presented itself, the chance of annoying your boyfriend who kindly let you study in his room as his roommate has left the night to do God knows where.
"I'm just expressing myself, that's not a crime." You huffed, taking the audacity to steal a quick look into his direction to see if he follows your little game of distraction.
"No, you've been bitching nonstop about your work. It's annoying." Lip rolled his eyes, putting his book down to fully focus on you. " Finish your project."
His authoritative tone does little to no effect, almost making you laugh in his face, " but baby I'm trying,"
Your whining makes him scoff. "I bet you have nothing," you shake your head at him, but Lip remains unfazed, rubbing his thumb on his lower lip before sighing as he got up.
"Let's see," He crouches behind you, putting his hands by your side as he leans forward a bit. "You only got the title," he says unamused, staring at the white screen and the at your face.
"Well, I'm working on it."
Your poor excuse makes him click his tongue, "Isn't this for tomorrow?" Lip looks at you with a knowing gaze, almost scolding.
"Now that you're a teacher assistant you think you can judge me?" He rolls his eyes, his finger rubbing his eyebrow in search for patience.
"You're not making this easy," the sound of him unbuckling his belt got your insides twisting," you need to finish this and I'm bored, get up."
He stares at you for a moment, blue eyes bored into your unfazed face, almost challenging you to say otherwise.
Lip places a hand on the small of your back, slightly making you bend over his desk," you're gonna be a good girl for me, and finish that, got it?"
"Lip I got this, it's just a stupid project-" the smack on your ass makes you go quiet, a large hand rubbing the spot soothingly.
"Respond what I asked you, princess." I says calmly, pressing his body against yours. His mouth close to your ear." You're going to be a good girl for me and finish that?"
He repeats and you nod, "yeah, I'll be a good girl ," even if it comes out as a grumble but Lip accepts it, placing a kiss on your temple as a reward.
His hands working on your pants to get rid of them, pulling them down swiftly and sneaking his fingers inside your underwear.
"I'm going to make sure you do, looks like you need some help," his kisses on your neck, biting and suck on the tender skin as he run his calloused fingers all over your slit until you're coated in his fingers and your hips buckle shamelessly into his hand.
He reaches down for his own pants, bending into a rather uncomfortable position for a moment before he's finally able to free himself.
"come here," he instructs, reaching for your hips and maneuvering you on his lap, biting his lip as he makes you sink on him.
" Listen, I need you to finish that and you're not going to move," the little gasp that leaves your mouth as he rubs your clit makes him smirk as he leans forward to press kisses on your shoulders.
" That's wrong," Lip got you all filled up, his movements slow and tender against your needy clit, " you're not paying attention."
"I am." it's hard not to move when his attention has you panting, concentrating becomes hard when all your senses are focused on him.
"not true," Lip shakes his head, his free hand digging in the supple flesh of your thigh before smacking it. "Be a smart girl and do your work."
Yk I worked as a guide for tourists once and I cannot forget what this guy from the USA told me, he said: "he was sorry to be American and that he understands the privilege that came with it and that he wouldn't blame others for hating them."
And maybe he had good intentions, but I wanted to slap him in that moment.
That shit felt like humiliation and idk if he even has a single idea why his words felt like mockery to me, to my people, to what's going on
I've seen the devil come before, it's greedy and red, pointy fangs and a deal you can't refuse till the time to pay comes. All my life I've lived underneath those consequences, ones that I didn't even choose.
22 years of life knowing nothing but that devil and it only grows and eats and takes away what you love. You can't do much, it's not you who decides.
You're under it's thumb while it presses and presses and presses, every time with a smile that grows alongside its belly.
It makes you feel worthless and lost, you're nothing. But you keep walking till your feet bleed and hands break, till you have nothing to give and you collapse.
The devil just grows and multiplies, changing names and faces but it's all the same, they're all the same.
Coming at night and blowing up the little hope and peace you got to gather, laughing in your face with empty promises and lies.
I've seen the devil come and it stays till it has fatten up like a pig leaving everywhere smelling like death and oil.