HER SAFE PLACE

I Want You

170+ votes and 60+ comments to unlock the next chapter.

-----------

Mature content|16+

Rocky's POV

As we entered the house, Shivangi practically threw off her shoes and dashed toward the couch, flopping down dramatically. "Oh God!" she wailed. "How could you create such a beautiful human like me? I should be a Disney princess in Disneyland, not stuck on this stupid Earth!"

I sighed, knowing this was going to be one of those moments. I sat on the same couch, grabbed her hand, and pulled her close. She tumbled onto my lap, eyes wide in mock surprise, and grinned, "Wow, Rocky! So desperate to suck me, huh?"

My brain screeched to a halt. Wait, what?! Why is it always about boobs with her? "No, not at all!" I blurted out, immediately regretting it as her expression morphed into a fake sad pout.

"Yeah, of course. Why would you be desperate? You've got plenty of girls lined up to suck their boobs instead," she muttered, her fake sadness now sounding a bit too real.

"Shivangi, that's not what I meant-" I began, but before I could even explain, she started fiddling with my shirt buttons. She unbuttoned the top two, revealing my chest, and began poking it like I was some kind of plush toy.

"Shivangi, what are you doing?" I asked, panicking a little.

"They're so soft!" she exclaimed, pressing down on my chest like it was one of those stress balls. To my horror, a small moan escaped my lips. Oh God, why now?

"Shivangi, stop! What the hell?"

But did she stop? Nope. Instead, she poked my nipple, giving it a stretch, and then casually said the most embarrassing thing ever: "If you won't suck my boob, Rocky, I'll suck yours!"

I nearly launched her off my lap, fumbling to button up my shirt, my face probably redder than a tomato. "Shivangi, you've officially lost it!" I stood up, desperate to escape.

But she whined like a toddler, "I want your boob! I want your boob!"

"Shut up, Shivangi! Do you even hear yourself?" I hissed, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left. But nope, she was on a mission. She darted over to the speaker, blasted I Don't Know What to Do from the Housefull movie, and came toward me singing the lyrics, doing an exaggerated dance.

Haule Haule
Dheere Dheere
Aana Meri Baahon Mein Aa Jaana
Pyaasi Pyaasi Mar Jaayungi,
Aise Mujhe Aise Tadpaana

She slowly made her way toward me, her eyes glinting with mischief. As she got closer, she reached out and, without any hesitation, started touching me inappropriately, her hands wandering to places they shouldn't. I froze, completely taken aback by her boldness. My mind raced, torn between shock and confusion, trying to process what was happening.

Pyaasi Pyaasi Mar Jaayungi,
Aise Mujhe Aise Tadpaana

"Shivangi, what are you doing?" I stammered, my voice barely steady. But she didn't stop. Instead, she leaned in closer, her playful grin not fading, her hands still exploring in a way that sent waves of embarrassment and disbelief through me.

Na Kar Na Kar Jara Bhi Fikar,
Mila Mila Najar Se Najar
Aaja Tujhe Heaven Dikhaaungi

She removed the pallu of her saree with a playful grin, like it was the most natural thing for her. It was as if she thought she was revealing some kind of heaven. To be fair, it wasn’t completely wrong, but the problem was, she was drunk. There was no way I could enjoy this “heaven” right now.