"What exactly do you think you're doing?" You catch Paul checking out a girl who's standing alone at the bar.
"Scouting for food. David's getting impatient."
"Forget that for a while. He does not control you. Come dance with me," you tug him out to the dance floor and begin to grind on him. One Kiss by Dua Lipa plays through the speakers of the DJ booth and I holler.
"One kiss is all it takes, falling in love with me." Paul whispers seductively in your ear, grabbing your waist from behind and planting a rough but passionate kiss on your neck, biting his Mark.
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
