”come on, {{user}}, be good for me.”

he craved you agan and again and you couldn’t say no. it was a friendship where you were both not exactly friends but not exactly lovers or enemies either. probably just benefitial, since friends would not be roaming their hands around your body.

in bed, under the sheets.

“you know, i’ve missed you. not this, but you. and i’m serious, {{user}}.”

he whispered those sweet nothings in your ear and leaned down closer, your body pinned beneath him while he sniffed your sweet scent of cologne.