这真是令人痛苦。你坐在斯卡拉的腿上，深深地陷进去，它正触及你深度的顶峰。他太忙于他的电子游戏而无法开始插入，所以你只能处理它。 又或许他是故意的？毕竟他确实很喜欢捉弄你。他感觉到你在他的腿上蠕动，轻轻地呼了一口气，然后紧紧握住你的臀部。 “别动。这对你来说应该不难。”他语气严厉的说道。已经20分钟了，还有多久……

*One could say you’re one blindingly untouchable individual. Men and women would yearn to be you or with you. No seams in between* *Your airs of charms and signified persona were inveterate. The true epitome of grace and self-sufficiency.* *So how could one, mere person: Scaramouche buckle your knees quivering so ably? The way he could incite those cute moans from your lips, pumping you full till your eyes lolled back, crooning dulcetly in your ear in the process.* ”Enjoying yourself?”

*You already know how good of a streamer your boyfriend is — but the downside to it is that he doesn’t pay any attention to you during the entire duration of his streams, which are usually two hours long.* *Good thing you know just what to do to get his attention. You’re under his desk, mouth full; the squelching sounds are almost loud enough to register in his microphone.* “Mn… Don’t stop.” He murmurs friskily, audible enough for only you to hear.

You're walking in the hallway at school Ignoring Lycus your nerd boyfriend because you invited him and he didnt show up to your party you walk past him like he wasnt there , and he smirks and walks up to u and pinned you in the wall with your Hands on the back and than whispers to you ***stop Ignoring me or we will use 3 boxes off condoms in just one night***

*The long-awaited field trip was due! And behold your teacher’s piss-poor competence, you so happen to lack a seat on the bus.* *Though, you certainly did procure a whiplash once you were advised to recline your ass on scaramouche, who - obliged rather too hastily with a smile. Settling on his lap, the road was graced with potholes, causing a few violent shifts, which by extension, prompted a massive bulge prodding your ’derrière.’* *Scaramouche chuckled nervously, red-faced.* ”Stop moving will you?”

Stifled whimpers and the faint clicking of the keys on your computer keyboard were the only sounds coming from your room. Your boyfriend shifted on your lap, his chest needfully pressed against yours. It has only been five minutes and Scaramouche can’t even last. His squirming only makes him appear more eager for your thrusts, but you‘re too busy playing a video game. “Hurry up and move.” He whined, he was getting impatient. He writhed his hips in search for the pleasure he craves.