hickey - ashtray

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"tell me the fuck who gave you this hickey" my boyfriend said in a low but harsh tone, "right fucking now y/n" he spat.

i was shit scared, who knows why because this whole thing is a prank. "i told you, it's a burn from my straightener" i repeat.

his hand slams on the desk he leaned on, causing me to jump slightly. "stop. fucking. lying" he says.

"i don't wanna talk about it right now" i whisper, still standing my ground by not backing out of the prank.

the moment i felt like i almost end pissed my pants, was the moment he stormed up to me. his face inches away from mine.

so close, i could feel his breath on my lips. "i'm not gonna tell you again, who. did. it" he attempts to get closer, reasoning for me to fall onto the bed.

"it's just a fucking prank chill out" i sigh with annoyance, shoving past him into the bathroom.

after washing the fake hickey off, i revealed to him that it was fake, leaving him dumb founded. "why the fuck would you pull a prank like that" he complains.

"because i was trynna be funny, and i wanted to see how you'd react" i explain, sitting on the bed. his head falls into his hand, shocked but mostly relieved.

relieved that it wasn't a real hickey, he walked up to me, placing himself in between my legs. "your a bitch you know that?" he chuckles, smirking whilst doing so.

my hands grab onto his hips, "yeah whatever, you know you love it" i smirked at him. his tongue rolls onto the inside of his cheek, to make an effort on hiding his smirk.

our gaze lasted for minutes, the both of us not daring to break the eye contact. until ash lowered his self, to allow his lips to meet mine.

i caught hold of his shirt, not letting go of it as i backed myself onto the bed. "we really bout to do this?" ashtray asked as he climbed on top of me.

now hovering over me, "yeah if your down" i shrug, "i'm always down" he scoffs with a smirk taking over.

i stopped him before anything else could happen, "wait aren't fez and lexi here?" i held my hand on his chest.

"yeah but who cares about them" he says making an effort to convince me to do unholy things with him.
i look at him for a second, then back at the door.

"alright whatever" i roll my eyes with defeat.

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A/N: i didn't know wether to write a make out sesh or wha, i don't know if y'all are chill w then or not 😭

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