Anonymous Thu 11 Jul 2024 19:48:18 No.67309273 Report

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>>67309244
Fang has a woman moment and dreams of Anon cheating on her with some random dino woman, or Stella, and so she ends up checking his phone while he's showering. There's nothing on the phone save for a dick pick he never had the courage to send. Funny vibes please!

Anonymous Thu 11 Jul 2024 19:57:42 No.67309488 Report

Quoted By: >>67309536 >>67309685

>>67309273

>I stare at his phone laying there, considering it. I shouldn't. I should trust him. Surely none of that happened. Stella didn't coax him into anything on the rooftop. He never even went over to her place. Goddamnit.
>I glance to the bathroom door. He'll be showering for at least another ten minutes. I bite my tongue. Fine. FINE! I have to know. I reach over and shakily pick the thing up.
>He doesn't keep a pass on the thing, guess he never expected anyone else to pick it up. I swallow and glance over again, a spat of guilt reminding me to be quick.
>I go straight to his messages. He really doesn't text a lot. Hell the last time he even said a word to Stella was over a month ago. I decide to check in on the details.
>As I scroll it's just him more or less blowing her off as she tries to get him to play along with her tarot shit. Can't blame him but man she really put up with this a while before quitting. Almost feel bad for her. Almost.
>I swap over to check a few other messages. None recent whatsoever. I start to put down the phone but feel a lump still. What if he's hiding it?
>I kick myself but delve deeper. I check his photos. I feel sick. It's just us. Pictures of us being happy, living life. Pictures of-
>Oh my god that's a penis.
>When did he even...?
>I glance up and look at the door before looking back down. He's always told me he doesn't really take nudes and didn't expect any from me. The hell is this then? I check the timestamp.
>About two weeks back. When...?
>I open my own phone now to check on something. Sure enough we were having an exact conversation about that. Son of a bitch.
>I start to put his phone down once more but another idea jumps into my mind.
>I kinda wanna keep that picture. He's seemingly not deleted it. Maybe he just forgot. Who's to say. My claw shakily sends it from his phone to mine, deleting the message afterwards. I feel a bit dirty.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 11 Jul 2024 20:07:32 No.67309685 Report

Quoted By: >>67309863

>>67309488
>I quickly drop his phone back where it was before checking my messages. There it is. Not like I haven't seen it before. But now I have it at beck and call. The ease of access and the slight taboo of it excites me greatly.
>Anon finishes up, returning as I quickly close the image. He's not got a shirt on, just pants and a towel around his top half.
>"Fang?"
>"H-Huh?" I try my best to play it cool.
>"Whatcha looking at?" Oh shit he noticed.
>"Just uh something Trish sent me. No big deal."
>"Can I see?"
>"No."
>"Faaaaang." Anon's voice is sing-songy. Oh god.
>He meanders over and starts a play fight for my phone. I enjoy the intimacy but the panic of him actually getting it makes me fight a bit harder than I should. Unfortunately for me he's wily and manages to shoot a hand up, snatching it. I freeze as he rolls off and opens it.
>"Alright what's Trish got that's so-"
>He freezes. Oh god no.
>He looks up to me slowly.
>"Fang?"
>I look away.
>"I-" He lets out a a snort.
>"Why'd you go through my phone?"
>I just about fall apart at how easy he's being about this. I stare blankly.
>"Earth to ptero?" I finally return to reality.
>"I uh, had a dream about... you and Stella getting together."
>This elicits a huge laugh.
>"Me and her? God, Fang." I even laugh along a bit at the absurdity of it.
>"You're...not mad?"
>Anon looks a bit guilty for a second as he speaks.
>"I know what that feelings like. Can't blame you too much. Just uh, ask before poaching any images from me?" I cringe
>"I'm sorry I'll delete it." He shakes his head no
>"I debated letting you have that for a while. Go ahead. It's new to me but if you wanted it that bad then I can't say no." he shrugs as my phone is offered back.
>"Buuuut." He pulls his hand back.
>"You owe me now." I blink at him.
>"Oh?"
>"Equal trade?" He gestures to the phone. I get his meaning now.
>I sigh and lean over, pulling him in.
>"Deal." Anon smiles widely as he gets his own phone, going for the camera.

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