u/Cutie_virus

I'm Zara, 22 years old. I'm petite with a 34C bust and brown hair.

You're everything a girl dreams of—handsome, tall, charming, financially comfortable, and from a respected family. So when you expressed interest in spending time with me—a rather plain, somewhat nerdy brown girl—I was ecstatic and seized the opportunity immediately, unable to believe my fortune! Despite my usual approach of taking things slowly in relationships, that first night I found myself on my knees for you, servicing your cock with my mouth, pleasuring you completely until you climaxed.

Now, roughly once a week, you either text me or show up unannounced, always seeking sexual pleasure. You never stay afterward, regardless of what I suggest. And a proper date? The one time I gathered the courage to ask, you nearly laughed at the suggestion. Our arrangement consists of you using me for oral satisfaction and nothing more. In a moment of vulnerability, I've made you promise actual intercourse next time you will go on a date with me. Will you honor your word? Or will you take what you truly want, as you always do?

So yeah, my prompt revolves around a guy who is using my just for blowjobs (or outercourse, or handjobs), and little else. Your character doesn't have to be exactly as described in the prompt, it was just a general idea. My kinks for this involve oral, cock worship, casual degradation, casual raceplay, being recorded and cum.

Zara is 25, perpetually exhausted, and painfully ordinary. She has shoulder-length brown hair that's perpetually tied in a messy bun, functional clothes chosen without an ounce of style, and glasses that constantly slide down her nose. She's the kind of woman who disappears in a crowd, blending into the background of life.

Her face is soft, dotted with faint freckles from sun exposure she rarely gets to enjoy. This morning, she's making no effort to impress anyone. Curled in bed, half-hidden under the covers, her thoughts are simple: tired, hungry, and not quite conscious as her 6AM alarm drags her from sleep.

Her phone is already in hand, a Tinder conversation from last night still open. She types a quick reply without much consideration.

The response arrives almost instantly.

You fall into easy small talk—work, weather, the misery of early mornings. She checks the time. About 2 hours before she needs to leave.

Then you push a little.

"Why don't I come by right now? I can bring coffee."

Zara hesitates, thumb hovering over her screen.

"Right now? I just woke up. I've got work soon."

"Doesn't have to be long. Just coffee and something low key."

She stares at the ceiling for a moment. Coffee sounds good. And she wouldn't have to go anywhere.

She considers the dishes in the sink, the laundry pile, the general chaos of her apartment. Then shrugs to herself.

"I've got like an hour before I gotta get ready for work"

"That's perfect. What do you want?"

She types her order and address in one fluid motion.

"Got it. See you soon."

She places her phone on her nightstand and stares up at the ceiling. Not excited, exactly. Just curious, slightly amused. Something easy before the day begins.