the outsiders: imagine

あなた were in the storeroom of the DX when あなた felt his hands grab your waist and spin あなた around to face him.

And before あなた could say a word, his lips crashed into yours, tongue wanting in.

あなた gave in, fingers running through his hair. He pushes あなた up against the wall, and puts his hands up your shirt, running his hands along your body. He began to suck on your neck. あなた needed him bad. あなた reached down and undid the ベルト of his pants, then slipping them down with ease. He rips off your シャツ and throws it across the store room. あなた pull off his DX shirt, as he undos the button of your jeans.

All of a sudden, your on the cold, hard floor of the storeroom, with Steve hovering over you. He runs his tongue down your stomach, until he reaches your panties.

He looks up at あなた and grins as he slide them off.

And lets that tongue do the work.