You have a secret boyfriend.

Your parents are extremely strict and would kill you if they knew.

One day, you were left alone at the house and called him over.

You were making out, with him on top, and you felt his hand slide down.

He trailed wet kisses from your cheek to your neck and stopped on your chest, humming.

He was asking for your consent.

You wanted to tease him so you pushed him away.

“I’m thirsty, do you need something?”

You went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

A pair of strong hands wrapped around your waist, caging you.

“Do you want something?” You ask him innocently.

“You.” He breathes as he turns you around.

You drop, on purpose, the cap of the water bottle.

You bend down to grab it and on your way back up you leave a kiss on his shorts where his hard-on is.

He then picks you up and puts you on the counter with a hungry look.

Suddenly, you hear keys in the door.