Hearing H/N let out a groan when I slide my hands along his waist band, he suddenly slides his hands onto my waist and lifts me up.
Wrapping my legs around his lower stomach, he slides his hands onto my ass before giving it a tight squeeze.
Whimpering at the gesture, I feel H/N grin against me.
"Are you sure about this?" H/N whispers, pausing his lips against mine.
"Positive." I whisper back, a grin now appearing on my face.
"Okay, you asked for it." H/N says as he turns us around and chucks me down on his bed.
Watching as he crawls on top of me, he meets my lips again before trailing his down my neck.
Letting out a moan when he sucks on my sweet spot, I hear H/N let out a slight chuckle.
Feeling as H/N tugs on the bottom of my shirt, I lift my arms helping him slip it over my head.
Watching as he discards of my shirt somewhere in the room, I watch as his gaze drops to my chest and a grin forms on his lips.
Watching as he unbuttons my jeans, he slowly slides them down my legs while holding eye contact.
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The Boy Best Friend
Historia CortaLaying on your boy best friends bed playing subway surfer, you probably think nothing could possibly go wrong, well you're wrong. Y/N phone is knocked out of their hands right when they are about to beat their high score and it's none other than H/N...
