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You were cuddling with Micheal afton while you were caressing his dick and balls, and you go faster with your pointer finger and your middle finger Micheal starts whimpering in your ear, you loved the sound of it and you wanted to go above and beyond this point, so you decided to——
and then you woke up with sweat dripping down your shoulders, your shirt is glued to your back due to the amount of sweat rolling down your body, you fiddle with the sheets unable to process what just happened in your dream, Nonetheless you get off your bed half asleep and open your hardly running Windows 7 computer and excitedly open discord as you squeal to see your beloved discord kitten
you type “goodmorning sunshine! the earth says hello” with a 🌞 emoji at the end to top it, you press enter and you see “._laylaWolf_. is typing…” immediately, you squeal even more at the sight of that and they finally reply with “goodmorning Darling >~<“ you frantically type on your keyboard saying “hop on vc ;)” and they add a 👍 reaction to the message, and you finally, you were waiting 8 hours for this, you click the phone emote.
they accept the call in a milesecond and you shout “LAYLA!”
layla bluntly responds with “hey, just woke up?”
“Yeah, it was the best nap of my life, I wish you were sleeping with me love”
Layla reluctantly moans in her mic, the moan sounds forced and monotone but that does stop you from dripping of precum forming on your tip. However nothing could beat how Micheal made you feel down there.
You tried your hardest to hear what Layla was saying but you couldn’t. You couldn’t stop thinking about that dream, it was as if it were a gif looping over and over again endlessly in your head.
Layla raises her voice “hey? you even there darling?”
You blink and slip back into reality “yes love! sorry I had the best dream of my life”
Your eyes widen and you clasp your hand over your mouth, you didn’t mean to say that, you didn’t mean to say that to Layla.
Layla asks in her monotone voice, attempting to act like she cares, she says “oh. that’s great darling! what was the dream about? id love to hear about it”
You try your hardest to form words in your head but you cant. No matter how hard you try you cant form words on your lips, it doesn’t roll off your tongue at all, you start to sweat bullets, you can feel it running down your forehead, before you knew it you put your hands around your head and pinched the middle of your eyebrows due to stress.
oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck is running through your head right now, your convinced the literal words are orbiting your head right now because its getting louder. And louder as you repeatedly tell the voices in your head to stop. It’s like everything is spiralling and all the things in your tiny box room is tumbling down onto you like dominos. You cant bare it anymore, tears are forming in your eyes as you poorly attempt to blink back those tears. You uncontrollably sniff and hiccup.
Layla asks “wh- Hey? hello? you okay? im sorry for asking that insensible question I should’ve minded my business when asking that!”
you can hear her lack of care in that sentence but obviously y/n is painfully stupid
You steady your breathing and softly answer with “Layla my love the love of my life no. no no! you did nothing wrong sweetheart I promise something just came up as you said that”
After you say those words you feel wrong. Like there’s a rose wrapping around your throat but the thorns are stabbing you, as if it were scraping across your bloody skin as the rose grows even more. Therefore meaning even more thorns growing against your skin.
you abruptly end the voice call and spam “sorry” in chat. You feel absolutely pathetic. A cheater. A betrayer, the list goes on in your mind, more than you could even fit in your mind to the point it could be imprinted onto quite literally the biggest building in the universe. Layla responds with “its okie ^-^” you softly smile as you imagine her lovely honey scented voice (god that was so painful to type) saying those words in the voice chat
The dream still runs in your head, the image of Layla sucking you off aren’t making you hard anymore like it used to, instead, the Micheal Afton dream you had is making your cock and balls throb against your pants uncomfortably.