𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 {𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 + 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞}

sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ

Belch:

You agreed to go to a party with your best friend, which was a mistake. Then, you got roped into playing seven minutes in heaven, which was also a mistake.

"Okay, Y/N. Spin the bottle." Patrick says.

You reluctantly place your hand on the empty beer bottle and give it a spin. It slows down and lands on your crush, Belch Huggins.

"Alright, Y/L/N, you know the drill." Henry says as Vic makes kissing noises.

You blush madly and you and Belch go into the hall closet. "Have fun, you two. See ya in seven minutes." Patrick says and closes the door.

"So..." I say awkwardly.

"So..." Belch mocks.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, I-"

He cuts you off by gently pinning you against the ground. He smirks. "You have beautiful eyes." He says.

"Th-Thanks." You say nervously.

"Don't be shy." He slowly starts grinding against your clothes heat, making you involuntarily moan.

"Three more minutes!" Vic from outside the door.

"You wanna get out of here? We can continue this at my house." He suggests and you nod.

You both recompose yourselves and Victor opens the door. "Aw, man. They're still dressed." He whines.

"Not for long." Belch whispers in your ear.

Henry:

"Why do you hate me?" You ask Henry.

"What?"

"You heard me." You say boldly. "Why do you hate me?"

"You think I hate you?" He asks and you nod. He smirks. He crawls over to you, the confined space making it difficult to be seductive, but he pulls it off.

"Sweet, innocent, little girl." He says. "I don't hate you, but I can definitely fuck you like I do." His large hand grips around your throat, making you moan. "That's what I thought."

Patrick:

"Patrick, what if they hear us and walk in?" You ask worriedly as Patrick starts sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys.

"Then they can watch." He says, smiling wickedly. "Or join."

"I'm not having a threesome."

"Good, I don't like sharing."

His lips trail down through the valley of your breasts.

You start breathing heavily as his hand slips into your pants.

"Fuck, Patrick, we only have around five more minutes to do this."

"That's all I need."