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TIFU by loudly telling my boyfriend I wanted him without realizing his dad was home

This happened tonight. My boyfriend and I arrived at his place, and as we were driving into the underground garage, we saw his dad walking into a store next to the house. So we assumed we had the apartment to ourselves.

We went upstairs, opened the door, and walked in. Everything seemed completely normal and quiet.

Already inside the apartment, I said to my boyfriend (much louder than I should have):

“I am begging you to fuck me, and you don’t want to.”

Not even two seconds later, in the dead silence, the sound of a flushing toilet echoed through the apartment.

My entire brain just shut down.

I instantly realized his dad must have come home almost immediately after we saw him outside. I panicked, yelled “No, no, no!” and sprinted into the bedroom like a terrified cartoon character.

I have been hiding under the blanket ever since, trying to process what happened and wishing time could rewind.

Meanwhile, my boyfriend is laughing his ass off.

I, on the other hand, am absolutely mortified and have no idea how I’m supposed to look his dad in the eye ever again. I might actually stay in this room forever.

TL;DR: Told my boyfriend I wanted him very loudly, thinking we were alone. His dad was actually home and heard everything.

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