(lookism men reaction to you touching their pecs)
Your fingers itched with a ridiculous urge. You honestly couldn't help yourself. Seeing him change right in front of you⦠looking sooooo⦠touchable. Taking a bold step forward, you brushed against his side, your hand hovering just above his pec. The warmth radiating from him sent a shiver down your spine. Leaning in close, you whispered, "Mind if I..." Your fingertips brushed the edge of his sculpted muscle, sending a jolt through you. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.
Playful Flirt: Raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He might playfully swat at your hand before returning the touch, escalating to a hug, kiss, or something more.
β₯ ππππ πππ, πππ πππ, πππππ πππ, ππππ πππ.
Seeks Your Comfort (Touch as reassurance): Leans into the touch, sighing contentedly. He might wrap his arms around you or nuzzle closer.
β₯ ππππππππ, ππππ πππ, ππππππ ππππ, ππππππ πππ, ππππππ ππππ, πππ ππππ, πππππ πππππ, ππππππ πππ.
Proud Show-Off: Flexes slightly, puffing out his chest a bit. Might hold his gaze expectantly, seeking a compliment.
β₯Β πππ πππ, ππππ πππ, πππ πππ, ππππ πππ, ππππππππ ππ, ππππππ πππ, πππππ πππ, πππππ πππ.
The Shy Surprise (Touch out of the blue): Might jump a little, a slight blush creeping up his neck. Might look away momentarily before meeting your eyes with a questioning smile.
β₯ ππππππ ππππ, ππππππππ, ππππ πππ, πππ ππππ, πππππ ππππ, πππππ πππππ, ππππππ πππ.
Calm and Collected: Barely reacts, maybe a slight turn towards you. He continues whatever he was doing previously. Unbothered and comfortable with the intimacy.
β₯ πππ ππππ, πππππ πππ, ππππππ, ππππππ πππ, πππππππππ ππππ, ππππππππ, πππ ππππ, ππππ ππππ, πππππππ ππππ, πππππππ πππ, ππππππ ππ.
Turned-On Tease: Might mimic the touch, smirking suggestively. Might lean in close, whispering something teasing.
β₯ πππ πππ, ππππππ ππππππ, ππππππ πππππ, πππ πππ, ππππ πππ, ππππππππ ππ, ππππππππ ππ, πππππ πππ.
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What if we bully Eugene by overstimulating him
It'd be fun to watch someone so cocky become reduced to a whiny crying mess
LOOKSIM
β β overstimulation w/ .α οΉeugeneοΉ .
warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .
note:: i get so happy when he gets caught off guard or just looks completely defeated. it's my favorite thing.
"why can't you just behave?"
eugene stares at you, his glasses nearly falling off his face. his chest heaves calmly, up and down. "you wouldn't be having so much fun then."
he got you there.
you hum in agreement. he sighs when you turn back to your computer, watching the movie on the screen.
you've been ignoring him for... how long now? forty minutes? you nod to yourself before taking one last glance at the tied-up boy.
he's staring up at the ceiling with false interest, you've taped a vibrator on his cock but you haven't turned it on.
you pull out your phone to play with the settings.
eugene jumps when the toy suddenly turns on, his head snaps in your direction but you weren't paying him any attention.
he yelps and squirms on the bed. he wants to scream your name, and call you in to give him a heads up next time but he knew a sadist like you would have no mercy on someone like him.
his glasses tip down further, his hips thrusting into the air as the smart man lets out the breathiest, most pathetic whimpers you've ever heard.
the short boy melts when you run your fingers through his hair to calm him down.
"[name]β"
he grunts, a white substance pooling on his stomach.
that was unexpected.
he breathes in slowly and looks at you with a confused gaze.
you smile.
eugene struggles against the bondage that ties him down to the bed, panic filling his body at this. you weren't going to give him a break...
"ah... there's no need to be scared," his head snaps to you, eyes wide and body tensed. your touch is gentle as your tone of voice. "you'll feel good."
eugene could only last a couple of rounds, with minute-long breaks between them and that was it. he didn't come much, he didn't make much noise. but this, he couldn't hold back.
his vision fades in and out, eyelids slowly shutting. you gripped his jaw and shook him awake, "don't pass out on me."
he shuts his eyes and squeals, mouth going dry. "i wasn't!"
he grits his teeth and holds onto his compose. don't break, don't break, don't break.
it's all you wanted from him and he didn't want to give it to you.
his eyes swell up with tears, he quickly moves his face from your view but it was too late.
"you're crying?" you laugh, mocking him. his lip quivers as he sinks his teeth into the plump and pink flesh.
you look at his trembling body with eyes full of pity. "aww,"
his hips gently rock back and forth to soothe himself, tummy flexing in and out rapidly as he tries to catch his breath.
"say 'please' and i'll let you go." you rest your palm on his inner thigh to draw hearts with your thumb. eugene jolts and shakes his head.
no.
you click your tongue, "more fun for me then..."
thats all my fingers wanted to write. its too cold π
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