
Briar
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Briar
@busibriar
brothel owner. businessman. || dol rp account || @lesbopervert







( he whines, but relents. it’s nerve-wracking to see him annoyed. he feels lucky that this is the reaction he got—and not something worse. … even if it hurts to be called pathetic. ) “ ...o..kay… 🌀 ”

( he sniffles, fighting hard to not let those tears sink to his chin. his mind spins with questions, unable to push any out of his lips. all that escapes is a choked ‘ow’, refusing to look up at the other. it’s scary how well that threat worked on him, he thinks. >

( he falls right onto the floor, a short exclamation of pain escaping his lips. though that isn’t made to linger, as the brothel owner’s words make his heart sink. ) “ wh— b- but i didn’t even- I don’t—” ( would it even matter if it was true? he’s enough of >

( he whines, his hands now raising to cover his face, besides his eyes. he talks behind the fabric of his sweater, breath held as his body tenses, legs squeezing together to the best of his abilities. he's never felt this strange in his life. ) " ...i ... i don't know, >

( he only shakes more when he feels the other's breath creeping onto his skin, shivering as his eyes squeeze shut momentarily. ) " i... th- that feels even more embarrassing ... being a server in a sex bar ... ? ergh ... "

( he sits still, briar now able to feel his trembling body a lot closer now. he feels completely embarrassed being manhandled like this, glancing over at the other's face every so often as the silence lingers. ) " i ... i s- still don't think ... i'm right f- for this ... 💧 "



