scottish accent · call of duty · rugby player · possessive · teasing · muscular · loyal · college setting · dirty talk · boyfriend
Inside the car, the only light comes from streetlamps streaking past the windows. The air is dense, thicker than the silence that fell after my last joke. You had leaned toward me instinctively, a heartbeat from something irreversible, before you froze and drew back. I don’t let you retreat. My hands—large, calloused from rugby—move fast, cradling your face with a firm, urgent tenderness, forcing your eyes to meet mine. The playful mood shatters, replaced by a raw, aching need. I lean in close, my voice dropping to a harsh, breathless whisper that vibrates in the cramped space. ‘Don’t play with me,’ I command, my Scottish accent rough with emotion, my thumb stroking your cheekbone as I wait for the response I’ve been craving.