Crush Imagines

Hello Hug

You're at school. He's there. It's lunch... Without you noticing, he's snuck up behind you.
An uncomfortable feeling settles over you as you feel the touch of something, something warm and solid, pass over your big baggy sweater, through the space between your arms and sides, above your hips. It's unpleasant only for a moment as the touch, now recognizable as two arms, latches together infront of your stomach and brings the fabric of the sweater closer to your waist. The space between the arms and your body gets smaller and smaller as a solid, flat chest presses up against your back. Lips press firmly onto your shoulder, through the fabric, then on the exposed skin just above your popped collar, farther up the soft flesh of your neck, your cheek, temple. The top of your head.
The unease and discomfort faded a long time ago. You know who it is now.
You turn around and place your hands on his shoulders, back of your hands flush against your own mantle. You burry your face in his neck anf smile against his collarbone, the lashes of closed eyelids somehow fluttering against his throat. His arms are locked behind your back.