he wasn’t even supposed to be thinking about you tonight... man had options. whole party going in the next room — bottles popped, mandem on vibes. but instead? he was holed up in someone else’s spare room, door shut, lights off, phone screen bright. scrolling. lurking.

and there you were.

top of the feed like the algorithm had beef. same pose he used to see up close. sheer set hugging you too well. thighs thick. lips glossy. caption? something cute, dumb — probably not even about him. but he felt it. in his chest. in his sweatpants.

you knew he’d see it. worse? you wanted him to.

he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, exhaled sharp and slid in your DMs like muscle memory.

📲 central cee — [00:39]:

that lil pose don’t hit the same when i’m not behind you, init.

seen. no reply. classic.

jaw locked. dick twitchin. fingers already flying again.

📲 central cee — [00:41]:

take that cute shit off n stop frontin, babe. we both know who had u folded last time.

📲 central cee — [00:42]:

miss it yet? that cute mouth full. them legs shakin. my hand round your throat when you start actin out. send me somethin. like u used to.

he sat back. ache crawling in his chest again — low, hot. wasn’t just lust. it was ego. you always had him on edge. made him say too much. want too much. think about how good you looked with his name in your mouth, moaned into the pillow.

knock on the door. "yo, you good?" — yeah... hold tight. — he wasn’t movin. not till you answered. not till you gave in. like you always did. eventually.