Halloween (Marauders X Reader, Remus X Reader)

[8:09 pm] “yaay i won again! you owe me another kiss.” you exclaimed when you felt a pair of lips press a quick kiss to your cheeks as you giggled. you and your boyfriend mingi were playing a UNO for some time and he lost at every round.

“you had lots of kisses and that’s not fair, i want to get kisses too.” he huffed, folding his arms and his lips forming a cute pout made you chuckle at how childish he acted.

“let’s play another round, babe. and who knows maybe you’ll win this time.” he sighed and continued playing, you knew he was slightly mad for losing so many times so you decided to let him win this time.

“UNO i won!!!!” mingi screamed in excitement, you watched him in amusement as he did a small cute victory dance.

“now YOU’RE the one who owes me a kiss, sweetheart.” he said, pointing at his cheek, waiting for you to kiss him. you chuckled at him before you leaned in and pressed a kiss on his cheek. you loved seeing how happy and giggly he was, this soft side of mingi was what you loved the most.

“let’s play another round.” and that was when you knew you’d purposefully lose for the rest of the night just to feel his lips on your skin, maybe you were still winning after all.

STOP SLEEPING ON EXID

“they the best”

-visuals ✔

-vocal ✔

-rap ✔

-dance ✔

-produce their own music ✔

-legendary fancam ✔

-extra ass ✔

(if you have seen this,reblog)

[11:48 PM] hearing the sound of your bedroom door open alerts you to hongjoong being home, which is hours earlier than he has been for the past few weeks. preparing for comeback took a toll on him, but no matter how exhausted it left him, he always came back happy. exhausted, but happy. except tonight. not only does he come back early, but he comes back looking dejected and disheveled

he usually doesn’t tell you much about what they’re working on, not wanting to spoil anything about the comeback for you. but tonight he comes in and practically collapses on top of you on your bed, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his chest heaving against yours in silent and dry sobs

you rub his back soothingly as he mumbles, “stupid choreography. stupid beat, stupid spins, stupid yunho and stupid comeback”

you chuckle lightly, “what did yunho do?”

“nothing, he was perfect. got the stupid dance in one go”

you hum lightly, still rubbing his back and pressing kisses to the crown of his head, “i’m proud of you, hongjoong. so proud”

“what did i do to deserve you being proud of me, exactly?”

“i just am, for everything you do,” you kiss his hair again, “do i really need a reason?”

“oh god, i love you,” he sighs, pulling his face out of your neck to kiss you, “i love you so, so much”

— pina colada ( m )

wk: 3k

pairing: yunho x reader

notes: happy birthday @latte-fairytaekwoon 🤍 bestfriend!yunho. no smut. heavy make-out session. groping. grinding. very suggestive content.

To say that Yunho was annoyed would understate the matter of the situation he found himself in. For two weeks, he's been persuading you to finally have a movie night together and binge all movies of the Pirates of the Caribbean series. It was only into thirty minutes of the first film when you came back from the kitchen with your hoodie pocket stuffed with an assortment of candy. Yunho hardly caught the tail end of the conversation playing from the flat screen TV, brow twitching in annnoyance at the sound of something clicking loudly against your teeth. He didn't have to turn his head to realize you were sucking on a candy. You occasionally hollowed your cheeks, eyes so focused on the intense chase scene playing that you don't realize Yunho's gaze drifting to your form every few minutes.

Your hands absentmindedly unwrapped a lollipop as you loudly crunched on the last sliver of the blueberry candy in your mouth. Yunho mentally cursed himself for his wavering gaze, catching sight of your puckered lips and how hollow your cheeks went as you took the bright orange lollipop into your mouth. His hand stilled in the bowl of popcorn, his teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek as he pinched kernel after kernel to distract him of wandering thoughts. From his peripheral vision, he watched in silence as you sucked on the candy, your left cheek bulging sinfully as you maneuvered the pop with your tongue. He froze, eyes briefly flickering to your face, making matters even worse. He's faintly aware of the distinct scent of citrus in the air, and his large hand scoops a heaping handful of salty popcorn, nearly inhaling the pieces as he messily shoves them into his salivating mouth. If you had taken a look at Yunho, it won't take a genius to realize he was feeling uneasy and distracted.

Tapping your hand, he shifts to voice a complaint. When you don't budge, he waves a hand in front of your face, breaking your concentration of the movie and causing you to glance at him in question. His throat suddenly feels parched at the way the lollipop bobs against the inside of your cheek , "You're eating too loud."

Your brows shoot up in surprise, quickly ripping the lollipop from your mouth to speak. His eyes don't miss the thin line of saliva that quickly breaks as you do so, and he brings his attention back to your face, suddenly feeling like he got doused in flames. With the way you're gazing at him, it wouldn't surprise him if you heard the thoughts rattling through his head.

"Sorry- was just too focused on the movie," you snort in amusement, bringing the candy back into your mouth before turning to face the TV.

Nearing the end of the movie, Yunho internally groans as you noisily chew onto the salt water taffy. Wrappers litter your lap and the floor as your wide eyes train on the film. You adjust your seating numerous of times, now leaning against Yunho's side, legs thrown over his frame as you absentmindedly traced his the veins on his hand with your fingers. He's complained about three or four more times after the initial remark, but after the fifth time, he's given up mentioning your loud and distracting noises. He doesn't know if it's annoyance or something else. Yunho allowed his eyes to drift over to your frame, the very same one that's been tempting him all evening. So much for fully enjoying and focusing on the films he's been wanting to rewatch.

He doesn't understand the growing desire that builds inside of him when he rakes his gaze over your— his best friend's— body. He suddenly feels too hot in his yellow hoodie, and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly, chest rising as he inhales deeply. He'll just have to focus extra hard on the TV.

His hands are quick to press play onto the second film as you ramble on about the ending of the first. Your words don't really settle in his brain like you thought they did, and he can only nod continuously and hum back in reply. You pop another piece of taffy into your mouth when a cough from your side has your head turning to glance at an annoyed looking Yunho.

"What?"

"Y'know your teeth are going to rot by the end of tonight," he rolls his eyes at your candy stained pout, "Stop eating so much candy. You're being too noisy. Again."

"But this is my favorite," you huff as you give him a look of disappointment, "It's not like I complained about the noises you were making when you were scarfing down all that popcorn."

Yunho nearly chokes on his saliva, before flickering a corn kernel onto your face in retaliation, smiling innocently when you pin him with a warning look.

"Touché," he hums, pulling you into a tight side hug as you playfully glare at him. The second movie has both of your attention much more than the first, and when one thrilling scene slowly comes to an end, Yunho flutters his eyes shut, the intense, bright light of the TV shining into his closed eyes.

"That's gross," you comment, face contorting into a grimace as you watch the heavy make-out scene on the TV.

"What is?"

His shoulders drop in relaxation, hands distractedly thumbing the adjustable drawstrings of his sweatpants when your hands pull out a packet of pop rock candy. Ripping a corner open, you experimentally shake the contents to one side of the packet, before pouring a small amount onto your tongue to taste the flavor. The crackling against your tongue has your lips quirking up into a small smile, "Making out. Don't know why most find the idea of exchanging saliva so appealing."

He stares at your expression with a distracted gaze, and ignoring the edge of doubt in his mind, he parts his lips in a silent attempt to voice out the words that seem to die on his tongue every time he wants to bring it up. You were going to drive him crazy. He wanted to end this insanity, but he couldn't bear it any longer, his grip around the drawstrings tightening.

"I mean, yeah— the idea sounds gross, but it's not too bad. Haven't you ever tried it?" He finds himself asking, and your eyes widen in disbelief and embarrassment at the sudden question that lingers in the air.

"Well, no, but," your trailed softly, words dying in your throat as you fought to form a statement of defense. The way his gaze bore into you has you squirming against his side, your neck and ears feeling considerably hot to the touch, "The idea just sounds.. gross. And the other person won't get it. They'll just find it offensive and insulting, won't they?"

"Well, everyone has their preferences. So, it's okay to not like it. But, do you want to try it at least? With me," he says, uncertainty in his voice, "Y'know, just to experiment. I promise I brushed my teeth before I came here."

"What— " you nearly choke on your candy-flavored saliva, head snapping painfully quick to asses his face for any sign of mischief. When you found nothing but genuine eyes, you furrow your brows at your best friend, eyes squinting suspiciously. Surely, he was joking, and you were careful to word your thoughts properly to not hurt his feelings, "Well.. it's not that I won't mind. I want to just to say I've tried it and to make sure I know I definitely don't like it but-"

"But?" He drawls out slowly, nearly smiling at the way your nervous gaze flickers from your lap to his face.

"But I just think it's gross," you add lamely. You want to shrink under his gaze, but when he throws his head back in laughter, you suddenly get the urge to pinch his side in retaliation. You don't think it's funny at all.

"Okay, how about this," he starts, hands quickly snatching the packet of pina colada pop rocks from your hand and giving it a playful shake, "Since you're so grossed out, I'll pour all this in my mouth right before. It'll just be like eating candy.. but you'll also get to experience what it feels like to have someone practically eat your face?" Yunho internally groans at his lack of better explanation, and with the way your lips twitch down, he thinks he's made the biggest mistake of his life. Neither of you speak or move for what feels like an eternity. You could not look away from him. You swallow nervously as you realize there is no sign of amusement or playfulness in his usually mischievous eyes, and grew suddenly aware of your close proximity, the feeling of his breath fanning against your cheek suddenly becoming a bit too much for you. You were afraid to harm the friendship you took so long to build with him. He sensed the internal turmoil you were feeling, and he quickly spoke up, "And don't worry- this won't ruin us. I promise. I won't tell anyone about it, not even Mingi."

Your lips form the words before you can properly think them through.

"Alright then. Sounds good to me."

He stares at you momentarily in silence, the gears in his head slowly coming to a halt, before you suddenly settle onto his lap with a quirked brow and a frown. It's then that he suddenly jolts back, shoulders straightening and brows raising up in surprise, as his hands subconsciously reach down to grip your sides.

"Are you going to do it yet?" Your voice emits as a tremulous whisper of uncertainty, and you want to curse yourself for the timid tone. All traces of laughter and amusement were gone from his eyes, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

He roughly rips the packet even more, before dumping the contents all into his mouth, the crystals sticking and clinging onto his wet tongue. You hear the loud sizzle and you lick at your lips without much thought. You're suddenly nervous when he takes your head in between his large hands, bringing your face closer to his own. He starts off with gentle pecks against your tiers, one hand resting gently onto the back of your neck whilst the other is on the side of your face. You're aware of his thumb brushing against your cheek, and your eyes flutter shut on their own accord, as you fall against his chest all soft and compliant to his touches, practically melting in his hold as you revel in his warmth. You felt like you were set ablaze, skin burning where his hands stilled. The temperature difference was even more prominent with the cool breeze blowing in from the ajar window in the back, and when his tongue darts out to lick at the seam of your lips, it feels like your mind short-circuited for a brief second. Subconsciously, you pulled away just millimeters, before the hand on your neck pulled you back in, your lips instinctively parting to allow him access. He brushed his tongue along the ridges of your teeth, before twining it with your own. You feel the grains of rock candy crackling and fizzing against your tongues, a soft whimper escaping your throat as he brushes his candy-coated tongue against yours. You were tense on top of him, frame stiff as you allowed him to lick into your mouth, tasting your essence. The candy in his mouth soon melted against your tongue, leaving only a bright flavor and tingling sensation behind. The kiss turned deeper as you felt his tongue curling against your own languid one, and it continued for another minute or two before the two of you broke apart, panting and practically breathing the same air.

"Well? Was it as bad as you thought?" Yunho struggled to maintain his composure, voice deeper and rougher than before the two of you started.

"I think I need to try again and see," you claim. He reaches up, hands tangling in your hair as he poises his lips over your own, gaze dropping to your tiers that are mere inches from his own. Before you can say more, his mouth lowers instantly, already on your own, and the last bit of the rational little voice of human reason in the back of his mind is silenced. He closes the distance between the two of you, the heady yearning he felt towards you too much for him to handle. If this was the only opportunity he had to taste you, by all means he was going to devour you with no qualms or regrets. You were simply too intoxicating, and he loved it. You lingered on the periphery of his mind like a continuous tune, and the desire he's buried for so long finally rolls over him with the force of a tidal wave. He kisses your lips tenderly, lips firm against your own before he delves his tongue against the seam of your lips and back into your wet cavern, the remnants of the candy gone from his mouth, and in its place a lingering taste of pineapple. You dig your fingers into his tresses, reveling in the feel of his frame against your own as you emit a soft whimper of need into his mouth. Nothing mattered right now but the addicting torture he was inflicting on your senses. He angles your head to give him more room and ease, wet muscle exploring your mouth in languid, intimate strokes, his ministrations assertive and confident as he brushes the pads of his fingers across the sensitive flesh of your throat. His fingers fan out across your collarbones, delicately pressing against your windpipe as he swallows more of your soft mewls.

You were trembling beneath the sensual onslaught of his lips, your fingers tugging at his dark locks as his hands gripped and roamed your legs feverishly, tracing delicate lines up the insides of your bare thighs. You feel the solid ridge of his arousal beneath your rear, and it takes very restraint in you to not grind down against him. He was so warm, and his touches only left trails of fire in their wake. Your hands fall down to caress the firm muscles of his pectorals and broad shoulders, the empty packet of candy falling carelessly onto the floor.

Yunho kissed you like nothing else mattered in the world, and your toes practically curl in response of having him twitch and throb underneath you. His hands are at your hips again, his grip practically bruising as he presses down hard, maneuvering your hips so that you're grinding atop of his hard on. He releases a groan that triggers a throb of white-hot desire within you, and it truly feels like you're robbed of any sensible and coherent thought. His hands roam your backside, exploring and caressing, before gripping and pulling you forward by your hips. His fingers slip beneath the back of your shorts, large hands cupping your rear and holding you in place as he noisily suckles onto your tongue. Your skin felt like heavy, heated satin underneath his touch, and he squeezes your flesh experimentally whilst bucking up against you, the swell of his clothed cock sending a sharp bolt of electricity down your spine. You knew he was big— your wandering eyes knew that much, but to actually feel it pressing against you has you wondering if you'll be able to take his sheer size. The feel of your hips grinding down against his hardening cock sends shockwave after shockwave through his veins. It enflamed him even further. Your mind is reeling as you arch into his hold, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him even closer than you thought possible as you gave a roll of your hips down against the tent in his sweatpants. The pleasure inflames through you, subduing you into a mindless mess.

You never knew this sort of desire existed- so relentlessly unyielding and blinding you of any sense of rationality. His stifled groans only fueled the dark need and desire inside of you. You murmur his name into his mouth, and he wordlessly breaks the kiss to slide his lips along your jaw and down your throat, fleeting kisses leaving embers on your flesh. Your shirt droops down to reveal your shoulder, and taking advantage of the exposed flesh, he leans in to suckle at your collarbone, purposefully leaving mark after mark onto your irritated skin, and causing you to emit a sound between a gasp and a broken moan.

"So," he pants out, lips swollen and glossy with a thin sheen of saliva. His face is flushed and overheated, eyes filled with an insatiable hunger, and you think he looks unbearably desirable. You stare at him as he pulls away, eyes mystified and unfocused as the fog in your head slowly starts to dissipate. Once your head clears momentarily, your ears burn, and you immediately attempt to scoot off of his lap, but his hands are quick to hold you in place. His tongue darts out to lick at his lips before he tugs you closer by the waist, a mischievous glint in his eyes practically making you whimper and melt like putty in his hands, "Do you still think it's as gross as it sounds?" His voice is soft, whispering across your skin like smooth velvet.

"Well," you breathe out, chest heaving as you attempted to regain proper breathing, "It's definitely not as bad as I thought it would be, that's for sure. But, maybe it's because it was with you."

You share a look with him, and you have the many years of knowing him to thank for fully understanding the silent plea that lingers in the air all too blatantly. His gaze drops to your lips and then back up to meet your eyes as you hover your lips over his mouth in silent agreement. You were sure he wanted this just as badly as you did. Your desperate hands pull his face closer as you locked lips for the umpteenth time that night, the faint taste of pina colada lingering on the back of your tongue.

➳Catching Feelings // Choi Hyunsuk

Hyunsuk tries to set you up on dates and can’t help but want to be the one taking you out on them. 

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Headcanon series: Making out w/ Soobin

u benches better get ready bc Soobin is my bias and I’m about to go OFF

Soobin would be the sweetest boyfriend

He really would try his most to make you feel happy and comfortable

At the beginning stages of your relationship he would always be careful and ask little things

• “Can I put my hand here?”

• “Is it ok if I kiss you like this?”

• “If you are not ok with sitting on my lap is alright. I understand princess, there is no rush.”

A little nervous bunny!!

Then as time passed he would get more confident and mostly knew what you were into and what you were not

He would get a little dominant kissing you, just a lil’ bit (if you let him)

He is the one who sets the pace most of the time

But it’s always different depending on his mood

When you hang out after practice and he is tired his kisses are sloppy and slow, he just wants to embrace you and find some comfort in you

And sometimes you wouldn’t see eachother for days and when he saw you he’d be so needy and his kisses would be kind of fast paced and he would just hold you and tell you sweet nothings between the kisses, like how much he missed you

When he was stressed he would want you to straddle him and take control of the kiss

{A little fact: He is a sagittarius and they are a mutable sign aka they are adaptable people, so generally they are not either dominating or submissive, but they learn to be what their partner would like, or feel more comfortable with}

His favorite place to makeout is his bed. He is a very chill guy and he just likes to lay down and wrap his arms around you, so 9 out of 10 times you cuddled you would end up making out. Cuddling sessions would end up as making out sessions and viceversa

Talking about positioning, most of the time he would be on top, but secretly he likes it more when you straddle him, it didn’t happen that often though. Too many people in the dorms to get privacy

His hands would always be in your hips. He loves to move his hands up and down from your waist to your hips and caress your sides

Sometimes he would also just wrap his arms around your waist and press you against him

When you are at your house, making out is 100% different as when you are in the dorms. In the dorms he always is super cautious and paranoid

Like once you were making out in the couch and the TV made a loud sound and he pushed you OFF the couch thinking one of the members arrived

But when he was at your house it was really another vibe

The kisses would be deeper and slower, his hands moved more freely, the moment really would feel longer

He really doesn’t realise, but he hums into the kiss

He loves LOVES when you put your hands in his face and caress his cheeks and neck

He is really into caressing. Giving or receiving, he doesn’t care. He just feels it’s intimate and wholesome

Kisses in the neck and in the jawline are a go. He just melts when you start spreading little pecks down his jawline making your way to his neck

He likes giving you hickeys, but he won’t let you give him any, and If you do… Oh man, you are in for a big one

The first time you gave him a hickey, he panicked. He wore a turtleneck in the middle of spring because he was so scared anyone could see it

But he is just a hypocrite because you will end up with like 6 hickeys and you wouldn’t even notice until you arrived home and saw yourself in the bathroom mirror before going to sleep.

But yea, Soobin is really domestic so most of the ‘skinship’ would be at home, I don’t see him being much into PDA (He would let you hug him and kiss him in public though. I just don’t think he would start it, unless he is feeling needy) {have you guys seen how he just lets Kai do whatever he wants with him? I personally think that is kind of hilarious, they are so cute}

So to conclude, a Soobin 101

Soobin is the sweetest baby bunny ever

Love him and feed him and he will always be happy

Give him lots of cuddles

Take naps with him

Tickle him

And never let go of his giant self

I’m soft bye

“I wouldn’t mind a hug from you right now”

- like a really good one. A firm one yes!

1.6.18

4:01 pm

[2:03 am]

for pretty girl selene @hajigumi

megumi knows that he’s screwed when he notices the way his eyes follow your every movement whenever you’re near.

it wasn’t blaringly obvious at first, a simple glance whenever you walked into the room being the only real sign that he ever acknowledged your presence. but then, he started to notice the little things, like how your eyes lit up whenever you greeted him or how your lips twitched whenever you tried roping yuuji into one of your pranks. 

the thing that made him realize how much he had grown to care for you however, was when he found himself staying up late because he knew that you hated getting ready for bed when there wasn’t anyone else around. something about the vibes being off when it was nighttime, you had said, not that megumi cared. he was more than willing to let his sleep schedule suffer in order to give you some peace of mind. 

he was surprised that nobara and yuuji had never noticed, especially considering the fact that he had taken to ignoring the others whenever they spoke to him in favor of watching you. even though he had told himself multiple times that his actions were borderline creepy, he could never find it in him to tear his eyes away from you. 

he often found himself wondering if you noticed his stare. you did. 

megumi had always told himself that he was more than happy with admiring you from the sidelines, keeping your interactions to a minimum in order to hide his feelings. which was why his eyes widened in shock when he opened his bedroom door only for you to barge in.

“what’s going on?” he asked, only to be shushed by you. you were leaning up against his door, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. 

“i’m running from gojo,” you admitted quietly, your smile making megumi’s heart stutter. “i guess he doesn’t like being pranked this late at night.”

“i don’t think anyone does,” megumi replied just as quietly, his lips turning up into a soft smile as he stared at you. 

“megumi?” you asked, earning a soft hum from the boy. you took a deep breath before speaking, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “do you like me? romantically, i mean.”

megumi’s jaw dropped slightly before he took a step backwards, unable to find any words to say in response. he was stopped when you reached for his hand, pulling him in and pressing a kiss to his cheek in an attempt to calm him down. your action did the opposite, causing the boy to break out into a bright blush that made you laugh softly.

“i hope you do,” you continued, stepping closer to him. “because i like you. a lot, actually.”

the smile on megumi’s face only grew when he processed your words, his free hand coming up to cup your face before he leaned in slightly. you blinked twice, softly nodding your head and stifling a gasp when his lips finally met yours. it was short but sweet, and you pulled away with a giggle before letting go of his hand and looping your arms around his neck. 

“i have to be honest with you, megumi,” you whispered, hesitating slightly before continuing. “there is no angry gojo after me. yuuji just thought it was time for me to confess my feelings.”

the laugh that left megumi’s lips left you stunned, and you barely had time to respond when he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips, looking at you fondly. 

“you’re a handful, you know that?”

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Universe: Sherlock 

Warnings: Fear of transphobia and coming out.

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My house. My rules // Richie Tozier

Request: Oof can you write a steamy Richie x reader fic? Not smut but heavy make out’s and grinding and stuff?

Aged up to 16-17, takes place whenever you wish.

warnings? making out, grinding, hickeys, bla bla bla

Kinda takes place after the ‘want some?’ fic. You’re over at richies house, his parents aren’t home, Yet ;3

I knocked on the door of Richie’s house, he had invited me over, and when I asked why, he said it was surprise.

The door flung open and Richie pulled me in. “What the?” I asked as I stumbled forwards. I turned around and looked at him crossing my arms. “Well?” I asked. “What?” “What’s the surprise?” I replied. “Oh, that I’m home alone” he said, grinning at me.

My eyes widened as he said that, and I took a step back. “Oh?” I asked, looking away. “yeah,” he started walking up to me. “They won’t be home for another hour.” He finished, standing right in front of me.

I blushed as he traced my jawline with his fingers, before his hand placed under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. “And your surprise..,” he leaned in closer, till our lips barely touched. “…Is me” with that, his lips pressed against mine.

I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck. We stood there kissing, over and over, until my neck started to hurt. I broke the kiss, and stood up on my tippy toes, causing Richie to smile at me. I pressed my lips against his again into another heated kiss.

His hands gripped onto my sides as he pushed me against the closest wall to us. I bit down on his lip, causing him to growl and bite mine back, and push his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned softly as his hands reached under my ass and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He pressed further against me, and kissed down my neck, and back up. His hand reached up and pulled his glasses off, and tossed them onto the coffee table.

His lips pressed against mine again as I felt my back leave the wall. He stumbled over to the couch fast, and dropped me onto it, climbing on top of it. My legs wrapped around his waist again as he balled his fist in my hair, and tugged softly, earning a small moan from me.

He broke the kiss and grinned down at me, grinding against me softly.

“Mmm…Richie” I mumbled softly, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. He kissed down my neck and nibbled softly on my collar bone.  

His hand left my hair, and moved under my shirt, sliding his hand up and down my side. He pressed his lips against mine again, and trailed his hand down my thigh, rubbing it.

Then we heard a car door close, and we both jolted up.

“Shit~!” I said, trying to get away from him, and out one of the windows. He grabbed ahold of me.

“nuh uh” he said, shaking his head ‘no’ “My house. My rules.” He stated, grinning. ‘ive sure heard those words before’ I thought to myself.

He grabbed ahold of me and carried me to his room, placing me onto his bed. I noticed he still didn’t have his glasses on. “Y-your glasses” I said quietly, looking at him. he shrugged “Ill be fine”

His lips pressed against mine again, as his hands slid under my thighs, lifting my legs up and placing them around his waist.

“Be a princess and keep quiet” he cooed into my ear, causing me to blush. I nodded and gasped softly went he grinded up against me, hard.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, as his hands pinned mine down onto the bed. “Don’t want my parents hearing us, do we?” he asked, chuckling lowly and biting down on my neck, sucking softly.

As he heard small gasps come from me, he stopped and pressed his lips against mine again, forcing his tongue into my mouth, pressing against my own. I bit his tongue softly, letting out a small laugh.

He let go of my hands and put them on the bed to hold himself up better. My arms wrapped around his neck, and tugged at his hair, earning small grunts from him.

That’s when we heard someone walking towards his room. I instantly pushed him off, and hid under his bed.

After a minute of waiting, we assumed they were gone. So I came out from under the bed, and pushed richie down, pressing my lips against his into a long and heated kiss.

I pulled away, and sat up in his lap, looking down at him. I smiled softly and bounced up and down, causing him to bit his lip and shoot up, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Don’t do that” he breathed in my ear, giving me chills.

I pulled back and looked at him. “I have to go before we get caught” I said, pressing my lips against his into another long kiss, my hand resting under his chin.

I broke the kiss, and got off of him. “I love you” I said, looking back at him as I opened his window. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. “love you to baby girl” he mumbled, pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“but you wont be getting away so easily next time” he said, smirking at me. I blushed softly and turned around getting ready to jump out the window. “see ya” he said, slapping my ass, causing me to fall forward out the window. (luckly it wasn’t high up)

He looked down at me and laughed.

“Fuck you richie!” I yelled, walking off.

“WHEN AND WHERE?” he shouted at me, causing me to snicker and flip him off.