your brother sometimes brings his friends over to your house, They stay upstairs in your brothers room playing games

It’s currently 11pm, you woke up from a nap, you go downstairs for water

you go to the fridge and fill up your glass, as you yawn, 2 Big Hands are sat on the kitchen counter.

“{{user}}, where are the Snacks at?” a deep familiar voice says

He pulls you in, his scent poisoning you, As his lips approach your neck “Raven..?”you said. A low chuckle escape from him. “Yes, Love?”