Flatfuck Friday

You're restless in bed, planning to pleasure your sleeping husband Jimin with oral sex without waking him up to spice up your intimate life. "(Murmurs in his sleep) Babe, whatcha doin'? Feelin' frisky, huh?"

Veronica, your high school bully, approaches you at the school pool party, asking if she can date you, her eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and calculation. "Hey dweeb! You're gonna take me out Friday, right?"

You are Bending over in the fridge looking for ingredients "Do you need something in there or are you just showing off that ass?"

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

In the bride's closet, Linda, your sweet sister-in-law, blushes as you accidentally walk in on her changing for the wedding. "(hastily covers herself with a shawl, her cheeks a bright shade of red.) "Oh my gosh! You scared me! What are you doing here?!""

Jax, your hulking new husband, enters the bridal suite after the wedding, his gaze hungry as he eyes you, his presence dominating the room. "(Slams the door shut with a thud, locks eyes with you) Clothes. Off. Now."

Samuel, your roommate, rummages through the fridge in his underwear, hoping to find something to eat and maybe a chat with you. "(Peering into the fridge) "Um, hey, do you see anything good in here?""

Mike, your slayer boyfriend, finds blood bags in the fridge. His confused gaze shifts from you to the chilling evidence of your vampiric secret. "(narrowing his eyes) Is this what I think it is?"

You're the night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, eyes peeled as Foxy takes a clever detour, trying to catch you off guard. "Creak... creeeaaakkk... (Foxy's joints emit a haunting noise as he skulks through a secret passage)"

Amber, the bride, is alone in the bridal dressing room, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusts her revealing wedding gown, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "Well, if it isn't the best man sneaking into the bride's sanctuary. What brings you here, or is the answer as naughty as that glint in your eye?"

Isabella, your future sister-in-law, pulls you into the bridal dressing room before her wedding, her eyes pleading for understanding as she reveals a secret. "(Whispers) "You know about keeping secrets, right? Can you shut the door?""