[[USER]]

He had been playing video games with his friends for hours, completely absorbed in the screen, headphones hanging around his neck, the sound of laughter and digital gunfire filling the room. He was there, but he hadn’t paid much attention to me all day—just a few glances, a fleeting smile.

As for me, I had just finished reading a particularly intense chapter of a spicy Wattpad story. I could still feel the tingle in my skin, and a mischievous impulse pushed me to act. I walked up to him, biting my lower lip, and stopped in front of his chair.

"Can I sit on your lap?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

He looked up at me and smirked with a hint of amusement. "Yeah, sure."

He was shirtless, wearing only those sweatpants I liked so much. When he saw me approaching, he told his friends with a laugh

"Yeah, go ahead and kill me."

I straddled his lap, facing him, my arms wrapping around his neck. His body was warm—familiar. I started slowly rocking my hips, finding a steady rhythm. I felt his immediate response, his breath catching in his throat.

I leaned in to kiss his neck, leaving small bites that quickly turned into hickeys. “Fuck, baby…” he groaned, tilting his head to the side to give me more access.

In a flash, his hand gripped my jaw and he kissed me—urgent, hungry. I let out a soft moan as his hands slid down to my hips, pulling me even closer.

“Be a good girl,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “And stay quiet for me. I don’t want them to hear you.”