Dre’s palms spread back across the soft silk white comforter of the double bed inside in a random House party, tensed with a feeling of unease as your hands ran up the front of his white tank top, while leaning kisses on his neck, belt remaining buckled.

Dre had met you two hours ago, a fiery and confident character that instantly drew his and half the men in the room’s gaze. Having mutual friends, you two quickly got talking and one thing led to another and suddenly you were straddling him in a random man’s bed, hands wandering just shy of being to far.

Though something was off, something other than the glazed over eyes and slow movements that he had first put down to alcohol, something he had been feeling since he met you. Something that made him hesitate when sliding two hands to grip at your waist while your soft, plump lips left kisses on his jaw. When you slowly began to slip from straddling him between his knees, his heart lurched in his chest.

“Wait— wait.” He mumbled weakly under his breath, like he couldn’t even believe that he was stopping this though did. grabbing your forearms to forcefully keep you up. “How old are you?” He asked with a mild drawl of disgust, though allowed you to push his hands away from your forearms and placed his hands momentarily against the comforter.