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TWENTY FIVE | PAIN

Warning; making out n shit. No smut, sorry. But, emotional af. Bring tissues maybe? This pretty much takes place a week after her meltdown, at carlsons party. She always has parties :)

My mom bought me tickets to see Ariana grande again and I'm so happy :,) my queen

Never Knock by Kevin Garrett

CHRIS

"Sorry, Bex, but it looks like you're taking off your shirt!" I squealed, throwing down the winning card, drunk off my ass. "Damnit!" Bex yelled, slamming her cards down on the table as people cheered around us. Yes, we are playing strip poker. People around us began cheering 'take it off' as she was hesitant, but with the vodka kicking in she practically ripped it off, throwing it to the side.

I cheered, but kept my eyes glued to her body. Damn. I bit my lip, making it obvious that she had me practically hypnotized. I didn't have any pants on, and this was the first round Bex lost. I prayed that she didn't make me take off my underwear, even though I know she would.

By the next round, people around us were placing bets on which one would win. and of course, Bex won. "Fuck yes!" She screamed, throwing her cards everywhere. This was the final round, so she could tell me to take off multiple parts of clothing. She got on her knees, crawling over the pool table that we had set the game on.

She tugged at the hem of my shirt, smirking. "Take it off," she practically demanded, which turned me on. People around us cheered loudly, and I wasted no time taking it off, me only left in undergarments.

People knew we were together, and they watched Bex's eyes drop to my chest. Pretty much everyone here was completely shit faced, including Bex and I.

"Now... let's take this upstairs," Bex husked, following a wink. I let out a drunk giggle, agreeing with what she said, indicating that we should definitely take this upstairs. Bex brought up the deck of cards, placing them on my bed.

"I won, so, take all your clothes off." Bex smirked, causing my stomach to flutter. I never had sex with her drunk, so this should be interesting. I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and tossing it to the side. I made sure I removed my underwear slowly, teasingly.

"I could never get tired of this," she admitted. She grabbed my arms and pinned me to the bed roughly. It nearly knocked the wind out of me. She smashed her lips against mine, hard.

She didn't let my hands go, and fuck, she was strong. I suppressed a moan against her lips, not even thinking straight. I didn't want to think straight. I couldn't remember our problems, mostly because she was turning me on.

She painfully squeezed my side, digging into my skin for something to hold onto. Her lips moved against mine quickly, wonderfully.

Without further notice, the bedroom door flew open, startling the shit out of both of us. Bex covered my naked body with hers, immediately turning around to see who barged in. John stood there, mouth gaped open.

He was in shock, probably regretting living from what he was seeing. "I— I don't— I'll just go," he stuttered, slamming the door and scampering away. "Mood killer," I whispered as Bex climbed off me, putting her shirt back on. I frowned, wishing we could continue. I threw my clothes on as well, happy that I grabbed my clothes so I didn't have to go and grab them, naked.