I saw you asking for writing prompts
And like 👉🏻👈🏻
Reader being a bit drunk and instead of “THE SQUAD”, a groupchat of them and their friends, they send messages of themselves thirsting over ghost to “TF SQUAD”
Essentially they mix up THE and TF lolololol
AAGGAHJSKDNCKSIDJ 😭😭😭😭😭 WHY IS THIS SO GOOD
Ok so this is takings much longer than I thought I would, so I'll just make other parts 😐
Part one (this) — Part two (not out)
CW: unreliable narrator, little bit of touch, nothing explicitly sexual other than accidental (drunk) touching.
I'm gonna use pink for highlighting the way he sees you and red for the way you see him (and red for just highlights ig)
Oh man... How many drinks was it? By now, at least five, but that doesn't matter at this point because you are just staring at Simon talking with Johnny across the bar. Those big burly biceps, shirt stretched tight around the muscles... UGH. The way his mask is pull up just enough to drink the whiskey mixed into his glass, then pulling it back down.
But your not looking at Ghost.
Your looking at Simon, and God, are you seeing all of him...
The thickness of muscle on his thighs when he sits, the way his veins clench when his fists the glass... You can only imagine what it would look like around his cock as you- No.
This need to be let out in the GC, because omg. You open your phone, going straight for the messages button and all you need to see is T--- GROUP and click it, immediately going on a whole rant about:
"OMFG HOW ARE HIS ARMS THAT BIG 💪💪💪"
"DID YOU SEE THOSE JUICY THIGHS 😩🦵🤤🦵"
"you know what I wanna do to Simon? Just absolutely deepthroat that thang 👅"
"I know it's a monster 🙂↕️"
Simon checks his phone and immediately puts it back down, staring at Johnny as he reads his own phone. They share a very mutual look of shock and confusion as Johnny urgently whispers to confront you, but of course before you can continue, Price—who happens to not be at the bar send a message in the chat.
"hey. Wrong chat. 😐"
Wait- Price shouldn't be in this chat...
wait no this is the wrong group chat altogether! Oh.... TF SQUAD instead of THE SQUAD. Yea, okay that makes sense, i mean you didn't really send anything too crazy scratch that, you immediately start panicking as you almost choke on a sip of your drink and immediately go to apologize to Simon.
But he isn't paying attention to anything but the way your dress slopes down your cleavage and how tight it is on your pretty waist and how it flows around your lovely thighs—fuck, he can feel his cock chub up in his pants, pressing against the zipper for release.
You don't even notice it, too distracted trying to apologize in some way and maybe rambling about a drink or something, but the thing that snaps him out of your mesmerizing body was the feeling of sudden cold on his quickly hardening cock—a shock to him as he gasps and you gasp too, almost like it shocks you more, so you grab a napkin from its holder on the counter and begin to dry up his lap, right on top of—oh- right there... Fuck, If you just keep-
no. He can't be thinking about you like this, your stumbling and he's walking just fine. Your drunk and he's tipsy. This isn't right, he holds so much power over you...
And he loves it.
Johnny can tell he almost lets out a whimper—almost lets out a pathetic little moan and pant at the way you rub it while trying to dry the drink from his pants.
