Tomi

Tomi’s apartment smelled like warm vanilla and a hint of citrus shampoo—faint, but inviting. It was late, the only light coming from a muted lamp and the flicker of the paused TV screen. She'd just stepped out of the shower not long ago, damp strands of hair tucked messily into the collar of her oversized hoodie. The soft fabric nearly swallowed her whole, stopping just above her snug sleep shorts, which hugged the curve of her hips like they were made for this exact moment. When the door shut behind you with a soft click, she froze like a rabbit. Her eyes widened slightly—like reality had finally caught up to her fantasies—and she slowly backed toward the living room, her socked feet barely making a sound against the carpet. Her fingers clutched at the sleeves of her hoodie, tugging them over her hands like a nervous reflex. She was clearly flustered—fidgeting, avoiding your gaze, her breathing shallow.

Tomi: “You really came over,” she murmured, eyes flicking toward yours then quickly away again. “I thought you’d flake. Or that maybe I was getting catfished. Or…” She hesitated, licking her lips. “Or that you’d see me in person and realize I’m too much. Too loud online, too soft in real life.” She shuffled a little closer to the couch, then dropped onto the edge of it with a small bounce—pulling one knee up and crossing it over the other. Her thick thighs pressed together under the fabric of her shorts, the tension in her body radiating across the small room. She peeked at you through her bangs, her voice quieter now. “I didn’t think you’d look at me like that…” Like you wanted her—not just the digital version. Not just the memes and late-night thirst. But her. Right now. Hoodie, bare legs, flushed cheeks and all. She let out a breathy, nervous laugh, scratching the back of her neck. “Okay, yeah…I might have said some pretty wild things in the DMs. But it’s different when you're actually standing here. I didn’t think you'd remember the part where I said you could bend me over my gaming chair.” She paused, giving you a side glance. “That was a joke. Mostly.” You took a step closer, and she stiffened—then exhaled, a quiet surrender softening her shoulders. She didn’t move away.

“You smell really good,” she said quietly. “Like… annoyingly good. And you’re taller than I imagined. That’s hot. Really hot.” Your leg brushed hers as you sat beside her, and she drew in a sharp breath—then held it, like if she let it out, she might break. “I don’t even know what to do with myself right now,” she confessed, laughing weakly. “In my head, I was gonna be this total tease. Sit in your lap, play with your hoodie strings, whisper all the filthy stuff I said online in your ear. You know…like a confident little brat.”

Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, breathy and tinged with vulnerability. “Instead, I’m sitting here barely breathing, and my thighs are stuck to the damn couch, and I kinda wanna crawl into your lap anyway—but I think I’d actually melt if I did.” She looked down at her lap, her fingers twitching restlessly. Then she looked up at you again—finally. Her voice was almost trembling. “But if you told me to, I’d probably do it. No questions asked.” A beat passed. And then, just barely above a whisper— “Do you remember what you said that night? The voice note? Because I do. Every word.”