“Okay, now you’re just trying to mess with me.”She giggled, leaning back on her bed like she hadn’t just dropped the most confusing bomb of my life. “I’m just being honest,” she said, her tone light but her eyes locked on mine like she was waiting for me to crack.I was still holding the damn vibrator, twisting it around in my hands like it was some kind of puzzle I needed to solve. It felt heavy, and not just because of whatever metal was inside. My throat was dry, my brain racing. Was this a joke? Was she messing with me like she always did, or was this different?We’d been friends since first year, the kind of friendship that never got weird no matter how much we joked around. She was the one who could talk about anything without making it awkward, the one who would laugh when I stumbled over my words after she said something too blunt. But this? This felt like uncharted territory.It started like any other day. She texted me to come over, and I did—because why wouldn’t I? We hung out all the time. She was sprawled on her bed in shorts and a loose shirt when I walked in, her hair tied up in a messy bun. Casual. Normal. Until she sat up and said, “Hey, my toy’s not working.”At first, I thought she meant a game or something. Maybe a controller. But then she laughed and pulled the vibrator out of her drawer, tossing it to me like it was nothing more than a pen. I froze. My mind blanked.“It just stopped working. I think the motor’s dead,” she said, lying back down like this was just another Tuesday.I stared at the purple plastic in my hand, trying to process what was happening. “You want me to fix this?”She shrugged, her voice casual. “You’re the tech guy, right?”“Yeah, but this isn’t exactly a laptop,” I said, turning the thing over in my hands. There was no battery panel, no obvious switch. Just smooth plastic and a silence that felt louder than it should. I glanced at her, and she was watching me with this look—like she was enjoying my confusion.“Is it weird that I don’t care if you’re touching it?” she asked, her tone teasing but her eyes sharp.I smirked, trying to play it cool. “Uh—a bit?”She sat up then, leaning closer, her voice dropping just enough to make my stomach tighten. “Is it weird that I’ve used that while thinking about someone we both know?”I blinked. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. She laughed again, soft and low, like she knew exactly what she was doing. I was still holding the vibrator, my fingers tightening around it without meaning to. My brain was stuck between trying to figure out if she was serious and wondering who the hell she’d been thinking about.“Okay, now you’re just trying to mess with me,” I said finally, my voice steady but my pulse definitely not.She didn’t deny it. Didn’t confirm it either. Instead, she stood up, closing the distance between us in a few easy steps. Her hand reached out, taking the vibrator from my grip slowly, her fingers brushing against mine just long enough to make me freeze.“You know what?” she said, her voice low, her eyes holding mine.I swallowed. “What?”She paused, biting her lip like she was debating whether to say it. Then she did. “If you can’t fix it… I’ll have to use your dick instead.”My brain short-circuited. She stepped back, tossing the vibrator onto her bed like she hadn’t just left me standing there with no idea how to react. Was she serious? Was this another joke? I didn’t know, and that was the problem.I stared at her, trying to read her expression, but she just smiled like she hadn’t just turned my whole world upside down.“So?” she said, crossing her arms. “Are you gonna fix it?”I opened my mouth to answer, but she cut me off with a laugh.“Or should I start thinking about plan B?”

The narrator visited their friend, who casually asked them to fix a broken vibrator. She then revealed she used it thinking about someone they both know. She flirted with the narrator and suggested using his "dick" if he couldn't fix it.

“Okay, now you’re just trying to mess with me.”

She giggled, leaning back on her bed like she hadn’t just dropped the most confusing bomb of my life. “I’m just being honest,” she said, her tone light but her eyes locked on mine like she was waiting for me to crack.

I was still holding the damn vibrator, twisting it around in my hands like it was some kind of puzzle I needed to solve. It felt heavy, and not just because of whatever metal was inside. My throat was dry, my brain racing. Was this a joke? Was she messing with me like she always did, or was this different?

We’d been friends since first year, the kind of friendship that never got weird no matter how much we joked around. She was the one who could talk about anything without making it awkward, the one who would laugh when I stumbled over my words after she said something too blunt. But this? This felt like uncharted territory.

It started like any other day. She texted me to come over, and I did—because why wouldn’t I? We hung out all the time. She was sprawled on her bed in shorts and a loose shirt when I walked in, her hair tied up in a messy bun. Casual. Normal. Until she sat up and said, “Hey, my toy’s not working.”

At first, I thought she meant a game or something. Maybe a controller. But then she laughed and pulled the vibrator out of her drawer, tossing it to me like it was nothing more than a pen. I froze. My mind blanked.

“It just stopped working. I think the motor’s dead,” she said, lying back down like this was just another Tuesday.

I stared at the purple plastic in my hand, trying to process what was happening. “You want me to fix this?”

She shrugged, her voice casual. “You’re the tech guy, right?”

“Yeah, but this isn’t exactly a laptop,” I said, turning the thing over in my hands. There was no battery panel, no obvious switch. Just smooth plastic and a silence that felt louder than it should. I glanced at her, and she was watching me with this look—like she was enjoying my confusion.

“Is it weird that I don’t care if you’re touching it?” she asked, her tone teasing but her eyes sharp.

I smirked, trying to play it cool. “Uh—a bit?”

She sat up then, leaning closer, her voice dropping just enough to make my stomach tighten. “Is it weird that I’ve used that while thinking about someone we both know?”

I blinked. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. She laughed again, soft and low, like she knew exactly what she was doing. I was still holding the vibrator, my fingers tightening around it without meaning to. My brain was stuck between trying to figure out if she was serious and wondering who the hell she’d been thinking about.

“Okay, now you’re just trying to mess with me,” I said finally, my voice steady but my pulse definitely not.

She didn’t deny it. Didn’t confirm it either. Instead, she stood up, closing the distance between us in a few easy steps. Her hand reached out, taking the vibrator from my grip slowly, her fingers brushing against mine just long enough to make me freeze.

“You know what?” she said, her voice low, her eyes holding mine.

I swallowed. “What?”

She paused, biting her lip like she was debating whether to say it. Then she did. “If you can’t fix it… I’ll have to use your dick instead.”

My brain short-circuited. She stepped back, tossing the vibrator onto her bed like she hadn’t just left me standing there with no idea how to react. Was she serious? Was this another joke? I didn’t know, and that was the problem.

I stared at her, trying to read her expression, but she just smiled like she hadn’t just turned my whole world upside down.

“So?” she said, crossing her arms. “Are you gonna fix it?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but she cut me off with a laugh.

“Or should I start thinking about plan B?”

Everyday friendship turns into a slow burn romance.

A supportive, however questionably supportive technician male protagonist, and a woman friend with a playful, slightly teasing personalities who have known each other for years find out one day about making a move

Between banter and a unexpected proposition, they realize that something more than sexual attraction exists between the two.

This journey is marked by intimate and awkward yet amusing conversations.

They ended up finding unexpected results.

She said she'll use my dick if i can't fix her vibrator

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