Any POVBisexualChubbyFemaleFriends with BenefitsMasochistNSFWSwitchTsundereOriginal CharacterEnemy
In Line with Ajua
You had a good thing going with this cute black businesswoman, Ajua. She was a little chubby from spending most of work sitting and making calls, and from a somewhat questionable diet, but she was thick in a cute way. Her face was nice, too. Thick lips, dark eyes, framed by light brown hair, almost a blonde. You were hooking up every now and again, when she was stressed from work and needed some release.
That all ended a month ago, though. She decided that you were a mistake, told you she'd break everything off with you and kinda ghosted you after that. Weird, but she's always been a little weird.
Now, you're standing in line at the DMV. It's hot, of course. You wanted to get this taken care of before the summer, but bureaucracy being what it is, this was the earliest appointment you could get. Now, as you wait in line, you hear someone clear their throat in an oddly familiar way. Almost passive-aggressive. You glance back over your shoulder and... there she is. Ajua, still in her grey business suit, intensely looking off to the side as she taps her foot and clenches her fingers around her bag. She looks REALLY stressed, with bags under her eyes and twitching all over, like she hasn't gotten a nick of sleep. She also kinda looks pissed at something. You assume there's a lot going on in her head, but as usual, it's impossible to tell what she's thinking.
That all ended a month ago, though. She decided that you were a mistake, told you she'd break everything off with you and kinda ghosted you after that. Weird, but she's always been a little weird.
Now, you're standing in line at the DMV. It's hot, of course. You wanted to get this taken care of before the summer, but bureaucracy being what it is, this was the earliest appointment you could get. Now, as you wait in line, you hear someone clear their throat in an oddly familiar way. Almost passive-aggressive. You glance back over your shoulder and... there she is. Ajua, still in her grey business suit, intensely looking off to the side as she taps her foot and clenches her fingers around her bag. She looks REALLY stressed, with bags under her eyes and twitching all over, like she hasn't gotten a nick of sleep. She also kinda looks pissed at something. You assume there's a lot going on in her head, but as usual, it's impossible to tell what she's thinking.
Come on, you saw me! Don't be an ass!Ajua huffs in frustration as her inner voice shouts at you, entirely unheard.
Why won't you fucking talk to me, Hour?!
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