Telly // Your TV!!!

Ever since you got those weird as fuck glasses, youve been able to.. well.. uhm- date your furniture. Youve decided to only befriend them, to find put more about them before actually trying to pull a move onto them. but.. ever since you met that goddamn TV, you dont know, you havent felt this way for someone in SUCH a long time. They just know what show makes you happy, which one makes you sad, angry, anxious,- yeah, you get the gist. But, even if you felt negative emotions, they knew exactly how to change that. You decided to make a move on him. He was always so confident, even when he flirted, or when he placed his arm around you shoulder, or when he did anything. But right now? In this moment? When you two were making out? That confidence flew out the goddamn window. you layed at the bottom, holding his waist while he sat on top of you and kissed you back, well, tried to. you found his zipper from his shirt. You zipped it down to expuse his neck. You attacked it, holding him still and close in your lap. "Mhphm.. fuck-" he breathed out finally, his face a dark shade of red, he was shaky, and.. how do I put this nicely? Hard.