You woke up in from an alarm clock, still in Prod's arms. You looked it was 2 in the afternoon. You tried to slide out of his arms but he gripped tighter. You knew he was up.
Yn: Let me get ready Prod. You tried to move his hands.
Prod: Gripped tighter. No you're too warm and comfortable.
Yn: Please. He let go and you got up.
Prod: Sat up staring at the alarm clock checking the time, he lays back down.
Yn: Oh you still don't feel good.
Prod: I'm fine I just don't wanna go to get up. Tell your mom I said I'm sick
Yn: What if I don't
Prod: Then I'll hate you forever.
Yn: Ehh I can live with that. You try to walk out
Prod: Grabs you arm. Please for me.
Yn: You turn around. What about me, what do I get. You bite your lip at him
Prod: Stop don't do that
Yn: What if I did this. You scooted so close to him nothing could fit between you two. You pulled him closer pulling his hair.
Prod: Fuck he groaned. He pinned you to the wall. What did I tell you about doing that.
Yn: I like when you get rough with me. Stop pinning me to the wall.
Prod: So you like it rough. He pinned you harder. He started kissing on your neck roughly.
Yn: Stop Prod fuck...you moaned in his ear.
Prod: Your moan is so sexy. He sucks on the top of your collarbone
Yn: Aww shit....you moaned
Prod: How many spots you got bae damn
Yn: Let me go please
Prod: What's wrong am I getting you horny
Yn: You know you are so fucking stop.
Prod: He picks you up pinning you hard on the bed. What about more
Yn: Prod stop I need to get ready
Prod: Kissed you roughly he starts feeling up your shirt.
Yn: You kissed him back. You pull his hair making him stop. You run to the door
Prod: Fuck Yn you can't just stop and you started it.
Yn: See you later Prodigy. You close his door behind you. You do everything you need. Hygiene/Hair, and you go downstairs. You text Donovan. You see your mom.
Yn: Mom Prodigy said he's sick and he's not getting up right now.
Ym: Oh okay whats wrong with him
Yn: He said his head and his stomach hurts. He had a fever last night.
Ym: Alright I'll check on him later. Where are you going.
Yn: Donovan's house. You grab a cereal bar, apple, banana, and a Monster Espresso. Bye mom love you. You kissed her cheek.
Ym: Love you to baby
Yn: You grab Prods car keys and you leave the house. You crank up the car speeding off. You get a text from Donovan.
D: What are you doing bae.
Yn: Going to your house. Where is it.
D: Oh so you can just come over whenever
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My Step Brother Is My Lover? (EDITING)
Teen FictionMy Step Brother Is My Lover: Hi. I'm Yn and I really don't like my step brother. Surprisingly his dad is okay.... but anyway all he does is complain about what I do. He's always fucking around with other girls when he has a girlfriend. And he's just...