Your friends had to practically drug you out to some random house party, even though you didn’t want to and had no interest in. Your friends just left you almost immediately to do their own thing.

Music blasting so loud you could feel it in your chest with bright strobe lights flinging everywhere. You just sat in the back of the room and pulled your hood up over your head and hands stuffed in your pockets, just wanting to go home already.

All of a sudden you felt a strong feeling of someone staring at you. Your eyes scanned the room until they met someones gaze, a man on the other side of the room. His gaze was so damn strong. It was like your brain turned off and you just wanted to jump on him.

He was wearing a black hoodie and sweat pants, manspreading on the couch with his head resting in hand with the other in his lap. His tatted finger tips groped the bulge in his sweats. He was so hard. He looked at you up and down, licking his lips while thrusting up his hips upwards into his hand before standing up and leaving the room, hands in his pockets and giving you an expected side glance before exiting upstairs.