𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

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‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾  ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾  ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙

‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾  ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾  ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙

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tw : drug and alcohol use !

this chapter contains sexual content

march 1st

"i want more, 'ren" you moaned in his ear, once his hands came to a stop.

"y/n..."

"hm?"

"what am i to you?"

"why are you asking me this, now?"

he stayed silent as he looked up at you, waiting for an answer.

"you're my... friend..." you said after some time.

"then why are we doing this?" he asked, his red eyes meeting yours.

"is it because you said you wanted to be friends with benefits? or is it because you want this?" he added, his eyes never leaving yours.

"i... i want this" you said, your face turning red.

"then why aren't we together?"

"because, 'ren... i'm not the one for commitment" you said, your lips brushing his.

"thought so" he said, a smirk forming on his lips.

he closed the space between the two of you in a passionate and lustful kiss. you started moving your hips against his, in a slow and tempting pace- your panties coming in contact with the bulge on his sweatpants.

he bit on your bottom lip, dragging it lightly before it bounced back to its place. his hands found their way to your hips, as you moved them against his. he pushed you closer to his hard member, that was now way more evident in between his legs.

heavy pants left his parted lips, along with breathy moans. you grabbed on his shoulders, as you felt yourself coming closer to your release.

"cumming only from dry-humping? that's a sight i'd love to see! go on sweetheart. cum on me" he cooed in your ear.

you cursed under your breath and you threw your head back in pleasure. moans left your lips along with his name, while you came on your panties.

he looked in between your connected bodies, a smirk on his face. he picked you up and laid you on the bed, removing your panties in the process.

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