‘One of my favourite fantasies about a modern AU Jacob is him convincing me that I should wear one of those remote-controlled vibes during a party or an event we’re both not keen on going, but have to anyway because of obligations. Before I give him the control I make him promise that he’s not going to activate it whenever I’m talking to someone. He swears he won’t, but Jacob being Jacob I just know he’s plotting something.
‘We arrive at the party/event. Our sitting arrangement just happens to have him sit across me in a round table. The people with us in the table are all acquaintances. I try to make small talk with them, but I’m terrible at it. Meanwhile, Jacob is doing a great job charming the pants off everyone in the table and I get a little envious. For a moment I forget that I’m still wearing the vibe until I feel it buzz.
‘I throw a shocked glance at Jacob. He smiles sweetly at me and goes, “I was just telling them how we first met. Care to tell the rest of the story, sweetheart?” Anyone else would think that he’s just helping me with my small talk problem, but I know exactly what he’s plotting. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, I start to tell the story. I tense up, waiting for the buzz, but it never comes. I’m almost convinced that Jacob is actually keeping his promise until I reach toward the end of my story. I feel it buzzing again, stronger this time, and it takes all of my willpower to keep my face and voice neutral.
‘Just in time, everyone else focuses on some kind of program the party/event is having. Jacob and I, however, don’t give it a second glance. We stare at each other, that smirk on his face getting bigger and more mischievous as he plays with the remote, me biting my lip and gripping the edge of the table. Unconsciously, I make light humping motions on my chair. He still has that smirk on his face, but his eyes narrow and he’s biting his bottom lip. He snatches his mobile phone and quickly sends me a text. “Careful or people will see.” I don’t bother replying back. Instead, I keep moving my hips subtly, my gaze never leaving his face. When I finally come, my resolve not to open my mouth and make a sound causes me to bite my lip so hard that I actually cut myself a bit. Jacob looks alarmed at my slightly bleeding lip, but I give him a smile to show him that I’m fine. Then I send him a text, “Want to ditch this party? We have the time to get cozy in our car. ;)”
‘We’re not even inside the car yet when Jacob bends me over the hood and raises my skirt. Thankfully for us, the parking lot is free of people. ;)’
I imagine the vibe to be something like this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola