hiii can i be 🌙 anon?? also can i req a inexperienced church boy meeting a experienced reader online in a discord server and she corrupts him 😼
I chose Foolish for this one because I really wanna figure out how to write him, but I'm not really happy with how this came out :/ on the other hand, usually when I think that it turns into the most liked thing on my blog so-
Welcome!
It started out small. “You’re so cute,” you would giggle, hearing him stumble over his words because of a perverse comment you made. His screen name was Foolish and honestly it fit. He was the perfect definition of positively naive, just an innocent little thing who went to church every Sunday and believed whatever you told him- you honestly didn’t know how he got on this website in the first place.
“Someone told me it was a good place to form a community,” he told you proudly. Ah, yes, ‘community’, the one thing every altar boy worshipped. That was why people flocked to religion, you supposed- to have a community of their own.
You’d built a friendship with him- he was sweet. Squirmish about the more raunchy topics, but sweet. And so cute, too. With his fluffy hair and toned muscles this man was a himbo through and through and you were going to make him yours. You wanted to teach him about everything sinful in the world and he would thank you on his knees as his new god.
“Give me a minute, I’m going to change,” you told him, purposely keeping your camera on. You turned your back to the laptop and pulled your top off, trying not to giggle as you heard Foolish sputter. “Something wrong,” you questioned over your shoulder. You peered back at him, watching him pointedly look away from his screen with a bright red face.
“I-I-I- I just- it isn’t- ehm- it isn’t proper to undress in front of a man, you know,” he stuttered out, glancing back at his monitor and quickly looking away again.
“And why not?” You grinned coyly as he stumbled over his words, jaw clamping up when you turned around and leaned forward, seeing his eyes latch onto your cleavage. “I don’t mind if you look.”
“...It isn’t proper,” he insisted, but he couldn’t seem to be able to look away.
“What’s wrong with being improper, hm? You don’t wanna look at me?”
He let out a whiney sound that went straight to your core. “I didn’t say that… I shouldn’t-”
“There’s nothing wrong with looking,” you rationalized, undoing your bra and holding the loose fabric to your chest. “You know, I could show you alot. You’re always talking about your ‘future wife’- don’t you wanna be able to make her feel good?”
“I…” Foolish sighed in defeat. “I wanna know how to make you feel good,”
You smiled. “Aw, does someone have a little crush?” You let your bra fall and watched him practically swoon at the sight of your tits- probably the first pair he’d ever seen. “It’s okay, sweet boy, just do what I tell you. I’ll show you how I touch myself if you show me.”
Foolish mindlessly nodded as he watched you shimmy your jeans down your hips. “Lord forgive me,” he breathed.
