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“So, what do ya got for me?”
You sighed, heat creeping up to the tips of your ears as shame coursed through your body. Doing this without the sleek frames resting on the bridge of your nose would be a lot simpler, yet you had a feeling that the man in front of you would particularly enjoy what you have for him today. You put your hand out slightly to him, revealing the crumpled garment in your hand.
It shouldn’t feel this awkward just throwing something old away, but seeing your humanised trash can raise his eyebrows in amusement made you want to shrivel up and die, “Oh?”
Before you could even try to explain yourself, Cam snatched the lacey piece out of your hand, appraising his new item, “Heh, how old are these? They’re totally destroyed, you must’ve used these a lot.”
You placed your outstretched hand on your forehead, shielding yourself from his mischievous gaze, “A couple years old… They ripped on me when I went out…”
“Score.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, “So… You haven’t washed 'em yet?”
Still furiously blushing, you moved your hand out of your face to talk to the man, “Cam- are you serious?” He spun your dirty laundry around his finger, a smug grin plastered on that stupidly attractive face of his. You narrowed your eyes in annoyance, hating yourself for digging your own grave, “They’re torn, you really think I’d care to wash them before throwing them away?”
Cam threw your underwear into the air, catching it with his teeth on its way down, “Wow, you’re a real pervert, huh? You think I’ll just forgive your insensitivity if you give me your sticky lingerie?”
You grit your teeth and pinched your brows, “Tsk, you’re still going on about that? Look, I never meant to make you feel like shi- I mean- like… uh- bad. I never meant to make you feel bad, Cam.” You stuck an accusatory index out at him, “And it’s not sticky, nor is it lingerie! I’m not giving you this to make you like me, I just need to throw stuff away.”
Cam dropped your underwear into his plastic jumpsuit, “Heh, whatever you say, sexy~”
As you tore the Dateviators off your face, the house returned to its calm and quiet state, but your own insides were running wild. The trash can sat idly, your old underwear peaking out of its metal lips. It really shouldn’t have made your thighs tremble, nor should it have made you bite your quivering lip, but that familiar warmth that pooled in your core spilled out in the form of a breathy sigh.
Fuck…
You wanted your trash can to fuck you…