iβm so into the thought of your βbest friendβ just pressing you into the bed, making out with you.
it starts off as a slow afternoon. the sun was shining directly into your room with a nice summer breeze entering through the crack of your window. your favorite album is quietly playing on the record player somewhere in the corner. and there lies a handsome boy, right on top of you, dancing his lips on yours as if itβs the last thing heβll ever do.
he excuses this as a way to pass the time. lazily make out with one another until the heat from the summer and your hormones becomes too bothersome and youβre whining for him to pull away.
his tongue traces against your bottom lip before gaining access to your mouth. teeth gently knock into each other every once in a while the more he tilts his head. any onlooker would probably think heβs trying to devour you wholeβ and for a split second, you wouldβve believed it.
he swallows all of your small sounds, every sigh, moan. itβs all claimed by him with no chance of you owning up to it completely.
this is the part where hands wander and your bodies readjust themselves. large hands slide from your hips down to the backs of your knees, pushing them up and out so he can slot his hips in the space. your cotton shorts slide up even further from the new position and right against your clothed cunt do you feel the hardness of his dick pressed up right against you. your smooth legs wrap around his waist to keep him trapped there while your hands slide up to the back of his hair.
you moan quietly against his lips at the new position, silently craving more but you didnβt know where to even begin asking for it.
itβs fine though. your best friendβs got it covered.
he pulls his lips away from yours to allow you to catch your breath, a thin string of saliva connects you two together before inevitably snapping away. you donβt get to properly look at him before heβs diving back down, peppering kisses against your check and all the way down to your sweaty neck.
a large hand slides its way up and under the tank top you were wearing. the heat from his hand almost feels scorching but that sensation fizzles out to pleasure once it reaches your breast. this is usually how far this goes before he stops completely, but thereβs no end in sight this time around. your nipple is teased with his thumb rubbing against it every once in a while and causing it to pert up against his ministrations.
at this time, your moans have picked up much more. your head is pressed against your pillows and your rocking your hips against his without fully realizing it.
he doesnβt realize that he already has begun to grind down into you, offering the both of you some reprieve this way.
the heat becomes more pertinent when he breathes against your neck. his lips found a new spot to assault for a little while but this is a certain spot that has you keening. your body temperature has undoubtedly gone up higher and you can now feel the sweat beads forming against your pores.
you breathe his name out airily, squeezing the strands of hair that find themselves tangled between your fingers. but he doesnβt answer, opting to move his lips and tongue against any skin he finds.
again, you try his name but a little firmer. finally getting the hint, does he pull away to look down at you with far away eyes, struggling to bring himself back to his current reality.
βhm? whatβs wrong?β he initially asks, bringing his hand from under your shirt to to cup your cheek. ββs too much for you?β
quickly, you shake your head. βno, not that,β is all you say, legs tightening against him. the movement causes him to grunt slightly. βwhat is it then?β
ββm really hot,β you whisper, pouting up at him. itβs only then does he realize the heat in the room. the once opened window does nothing to stave off the warmth emanating in the air, nor the rising heat from the skin to skin contact your bodies are making. thereβs even hair sticking to his damn forehead from how hot he is.
he blinks a couple of times before nodding. βlet me turn close the window and get the AC going, yeah?β he reasons.
while yes, it would be good to get some cold air circulating, he just wants to be between your legs again and making out with you. even if it doesnβt lead to anything more.
before he can move off of you, you grab his elbows. βjust take your clothes offβ¦β you say, albeit desperately.
βitβs fine. i promise. βs just me,β
βi know, i know. but we canβt go back after i get you completely naked,β he starts, eyes trailing down the bead of sweat that slides from your jaw to the base of your neck. βmight not be able to stop myself at that point.β
you reach up from the bed to kiss him a couple of times, each of which he reciprocates immediately. βi donβt want you to, dummy.β you giggle. βif you donβt do anything, i swear to god i might implode or something.β
a devilish grin appears on his face at the implication. βbeen holding out on me, baby. if i knew i left you like this, i wouldβve gotten you naked a long time ago.β he finalized his statement by sitting up, sliding his shirt off completely.
βwe can make up for loss time starting now,β
βoh, i plan to sweetheart.β
kaeya, childe, kazuha (biased), aether, kaveh (i have a soft spot for him), hinata (extremely biased), bokuto, sugawara, kuroo, atsumu, gojo, toji, sero, shindou, steve harrington, eddie munson, your other favs ofc <3
