Wanna Wrestle?

You and your bf are sitting on your couch, your bare feet on his lap as he’s giving them a half-hearted massage. You’ve got on a pair of boy shorts and a loose tank top, he’s only wearing a pair of black sweatpants that give a nice little outline of what’s underneath.

You’re watching a show that you don’t really care for, but he really loves. After a little bit your stomach starts to grumble, “Ugh, hey babe, I’m starving.” “Well go ahead and make something” he responds. “I don’t wanna. Why don’t we go out to eat?” Your boyfriends rolls his eyes, “You always wanna go out. We have plenty of food here.”

Upset, but being playful, you kick your legs a little bit like an upset child, making him flinch in fear but your feet don’t hit anything, “But I don’t wanna cook it” you say in an intentionally childish tone. He pats your legs and says “That’s a shame because that’s the only choices.”

You cross your arms and pout for a second, then get an idea, “How about this? Why don’t we wrestle?” This gets your bf’s attention, “If I win, you have to take me out to eat. If you win, I’ll cook us both dinner.” Your bf laughs, “You know I would definitely win, right?” A smirk comes across your face, but you don’t wanna remind him of what happened last time, at risk of him denying the match. “Oh, I don’t know. I think I can be quite tough.”

You hold out your hand, “So, what do you say?” After a moment of consideration, he replies “Okay. But you have to take your shirt off first.” “Deal” you reply, as he slaps your hand and you both stand up off the couch. You pull your tank top off, revealing the girls for the apartment to see. Your bf gives a flirty whistle, and you both get on your knees in the living room. “Ready?” He asks. You nod...