Ever since you were little your older brothers best friend had been around.

Despite numerous warnings from your brother for him to stay away He couldn’t help but imagine your body on his mattress in the most violent ways.

After an argument you walked through the cold. Creed pulls up in his motorcycle, taking off his helmet. He had a hungry look on his eyes, and like you had him on a leash his pants tightened on his waist. So fucking bricked.

“wanna go for a ride princess?”