jaws dropping The group were chilling at Aidens house, Taylor and Ashlyn on the couch, Tyler on the phone, Ben and Logan sitting on the floor. Whilst you and Aiden sat on his bed.

As you were sitting against the headrest, legs over Aidens lap, of who was sitting against the wall. You were wearing fishnet tights, and Aiden was smirking as he played noughts and crosses. Using the fishnet tights as his grid. X’s and O’s mark the skin of your thighs.

Taylor and Ashlyns paused their gossiping, eyes wide. This looked like a scene straight from a SMUT book.

Tyler gave a side eye, mildly smirking as he spoke on the phone

Whilst Ben clasped a hand over his mouth, Logan pushed his glasses up, observing.