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STAN

I was woken up by someone moving me.

I heard a raspy voice saying, "Stan! Stan! Wake the fuck up!"

I finally got up, still confused , "What the hell do you want?"

"My mom and brother is here and they don't know you're sleeping over, so you gotta go in the closet!" He said worryingly.

Before I even got the chance to react, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the closet.

He closed the door and I just stood there tiredly.

I tried to open my eyes but physically couldn't.

He legit just shoved me in a fucking closet without my consent.

I could hear voices from the outside, but I just wanted to go to sleep.

I layer down on top of the pile of clothes on the ground and fell asleep again.

After awhile I woke up again by Bill harshly shaking me.

This time I got up irritated, "This is the second fucking time you woke me up! Just let me fucking sleep, damn!"

"My family is asleep now and I didn't think you wanted to sleep on my dirty clothes pile." He said still whispering.

"I don't care where the fuck I sleep at just leave me alone!" I said muffled by all the clothes.

I heard him laugh and he grabbed me again and dragged me to the bed.

He plopped me down on the bed.

"Why can you never let me live in peace"
I said tiredly facing him as he went to his dresser and pulled out a shirt for me to wear.

He turned around and smiled, "What's the fun in that."

I rolled my eyes at him. He walked over to me to give me the shirt

"You better be lucky you're cute as fuck, or I would of been throwing hands at you already!" I said as I pulled him down with me.

He was hovering over me, and his face turned beet red.

I smiled at him and stared at his beauty for a couple of minutes before he leaned and kissed me.

I slipped him some tongue and he tensed up for a second but he got used to it.

I grabbed his ass and flipped him over so I was on top, and I started kissing over his hickies on his neck.

He moaned softly as I grazed over neck.

I went over to his ear and whispered to him, "I was right, you are a bottom."

He rolled his eyes, and he face turned red again.

"No i'm not." he said pouting.

Poor baby, he's in denial.

"Your so cute when your angry." I said as I kissed his lips so more.

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