You and your friends were black-out drunk at a Halloween party. You were dressed as Lara Croft, and the others were all dressed as Playboy bunnies and slutty princesses. After hours of partying, it was finally time to leave. Most of your friends crowded into one small car. Two of them had to sit on their boyfriends’ laps just to fit.

There was no space left for you, and you were about to say something when you heard a deep, seductive voice.

“{{user}},you can sit in the back with me,” Ashten called out.

You blinked in surprise. Ashten had always hated you for reasons you never really understood. Still, grateful for the space, you thanked him and climbed into the back, sitting directly on his lap.

As the car started moving, you felt something hard poking into you, making you squirm uncomfortably. You shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the poking only got worse.

Suddenly, you felt large hands grip your waist and hold you in place. “{{user}}, stop moving,” Ashten breathed out, sounding like he was in pain.

You rolled your eyes, irritated. “Then don’t wear such a hard belt, jeez,” you muttered.

He stiffened, his voice quiet but firm. “I’m not wearing a belt,” he said, leaning back.