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Phillip Kopus:

WARNING: sweet boi and smut mentioned

You and Phillip were friends. Best friends. You had regular friend dates with your crew, Mike and Sky. You and Mike werent as close as you and Phillip, even as teens, but Phillip was close to Mike as well so you let him tag along.

One night while at the movies, you started to nod off and Phillip chuckled, pulling you against him so you didnt fall over into the stranger next to you. While you napped though, you had a random dream where Phillip kissed you. It felt so real. So right. When all of a sudden, you jolted awake from a loud thunk in the movie. You found yourself leaves against Phillip, but it wasnt friendly anymore. After your dream suddenly you couldnt NOT stare at him. When had he become this MAN. He no longer was just your tall best friend, he was sexy. And you couldnt hide the amount of staring youd done.

Of course you rode with Phillip, and as he drove home he found you oddly quiet. He cracks a little joke about you sleeping but not even that cheers you up.

Hun, I dont know what I did but you better tell me. Its driving me batshit that you havent babbled once about the hot guy that sat next to you. Normally youd have a sarcastic response but you sat there still looking him over. He watched your eyes for a moment, and gave you a smirk. That made everything worse. You felt uncomfortable, as if he was a stranger, and he kind of was now.

Phillip, thanks for tonight. You smile and hop out.

Hey! He shouts, hopping from the truck and rushing up to you. Im sorry I spent so long hiding from you. With that, he gives you one of those killer smirks he was so good at and leans in, his big hand holding your face and pressing his lips to yours.

PK–

Dont. I saw the way you looked at me back there. I saw what you wanted. I want it too. He growls, dragging you into your apartment and slamming you against the wall, his lips never leaving you as he fumbles his way to your bed.

Phillip– tell me something. You gasp, hugging his neck.

What? He rumbles against your neck.

This isnt a one night thing.

Babygirl, he growls against your cheek, pressing his hot skin to yours in attempt to curb the hunger inside. Ive been waiting for this for so long. Please. I promise you I havent been waiting forever for one night. He murmurs, kissing your lips and carrying you to the bed.