On Itzzkimm 's request
Kim's footsteps were soft as she slipped into Oscar's house, the thrill of sneaking in sending a shiver down her spine. His mom was out of town, leaving the house empty except for the two of them. They'd been best friends for years, but lately, something had shifted between them. Every glance lingered too long, every accidental touch felt loaded with unspoken tension.
Tonight, she was done pretending.
She found him on the couch, sprawled out in a fitted black t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up when he saw her, and something in his eyes darkened, just for a second.
"You really don't have to sneak in, you know," Oscar said, his voice playful but with an edge, as if he could sense the shift too. "What are you up to?"
Kim smiled as she dropped onto the couch beside him, stretching her legs out so her knee brushed against his thigh—deliberate, testing. "Maybe I just wanted to see what I could get away with."
Oscar's eyes flicked to where her leg touched his, his jaw tightening for a moment before he looked back up at her, something simmering just beneath the surface. "You've been playing with me lately. You think I haven't noticed?"
Her heart raced at his words. He wasn't wrong—she had been pushing, testing him. The way he looked at her, the tension that filled the air whenever they were close, she could feel it thickening. Tonight, she wanted to push it even further.
She leaned in, her voice low. "And what if I have?"
Oscar's smirk faded, his eyes darkening. He moved suddenly, his hand catching her thigh, his fingers digging in just enough to send a spark of heat through her. "Then you're about to find out what happens when you push me too far."
The air between them felt electric, the tension coiling tighter with every second. His grip on her thigh was firm, possessive, and instead of pulling away, she leaned into it, her breath catching in her throat.
"You think you can handle that?" he asked, his voice rough now, his gaze sharp as it locked onto hers.
Kim's stomach twisted in excitement. She could feel how close he was to snapping, to letting go of whatever restraint he'd been holding onto for weeks. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the challenge was clear in her words. "Try me."
That did it.
In one swift motion, Oscar's hand tightened on her thigh, yanking her closer so she was straddling his lap. His eyes bore into hers, his breath hot on her face as his other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back so her neck was exposed to him. "You've been driving me crazy," he growled, his lips brushing against the skin of her throat. "All those little touches, the teasing... like you didn't know what you were doing."
Kim moaned softly, her hands clutching his shoulders, feeling the heat of him under her fingertips. "Maybe I did."
A low growl rumbled in his chest, and his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back even more, exposing her throat to him. His lips grazed the sensitive skin there, teasing her, sending shivers down her spine. "You wanted this, huh?" he murmured against her skin, his voice rough and dangerous. "Wanted to see how far I'd let you push me?"
Her breath was shaky, her pulse racing, and all she could do was nod. "Yes..."
Oscar's mouth was at her ear now, his voice low and commanding. "Then you're going to give me exactly what I want. And you're going to beg for it."
Before she could react, he flipped their positions, pinning her back against the couch with one swift move. His body hovered over hers, his hands gripping her wrists and holding them above her head. His weight pressed against her, and she could feel how much he was holding back, barely restrained.
