i tried to keep my attention on my book, Pet Semetary, but corbyn was making it difficult. i should have known something was up when he insisted i sit on his lap while i read.
he kissed lightly down my neck, nipping ever now and then just to make me shudder.
his hand slipping from off my waist, trailing down my stomach. he dips his hand into my pants, just to pull his hand back and trail it under my shirt, leaving goosebumps.
i shakily flipped the page of my book, eyes darting across the words as i read. my breathing was ragged and i squirmed occasionally.
another nip, another kiss, another cool breath on my neck.
"c-corbyn, please just let me read." i breathe, not meaning to stutter.
"i'm not doing anything, babe." he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine.
"like hell you're not." i laugh breathlessly.
the teasing touches and kisses continued. eventually, i put my bookmark in the book, set it aside, and ask corbyn to finish what he had started.
YOU ARE READING
Kitty 🐺
FanfictionIt's one of my online besties birthday! (2/9) I made her a book full of imagines because she made me a book on my birthday too
