《Bbh x Skeppy (SMUT LIKE WRITING)》Chapter twelve
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I wake up in Zaks arms on the couch, remembering last night. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I look at Zak and smile at how cute he looks when asleep, his hair all messy and him snoring. I kiss him on this cheek causing him to instantly wake up.
"AH"
"AH"
"U SCARED ME WHEN U KISSED ME!"
"IM SORRY I CANT HELP IT!"
"ITS OKAY I LOVE YOU!!"
"I LOVE YOU TOO!!!"
"OKAY!!"
"OKAY!!"
Me and him burst out in laughing and he grabs my cheeks and starts kissing me all over.
I turn red and look down, causing him to make weird 'awe' noises.
"AWEEEWODKWJEJJSW UR SOO CUTEEE!!"
I smile and look back up at him and suddenly he leans in and starts kissing me. He then pushes me down and gets on top of me, turning this make-out into more sexual.
"mm- Zak? -mmm"
He then starts aggressively taking off my shirt.
"mmmm- Zakkk -mmmm sotp I just woke upppp."
He smiles and pulls away for a second.
"Does it look like I care? You're hot and got me turned on sooooo..."
I get bright red once again.
"B-but we did it last night-"
"Anddddd we are gonna do it again."
I laugh and he then starts making out with me again as he takes off my shirt. He then quickly takes off my pants and I turn red from the aggressiveness.
*Knock Knock*
Me and him give each other a weird look and I get him off of me and stand up.
"Ill get it."
I slide on my pants and open the door.
"A-abby?"
She smirks at the sight of my shirtless body.
"Heya Darryl. I heard that disgusting Zak doesn't live here anymore. Can I come in?"
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"I-"
"Hey there you whore. No you cannot. Me and him are dating and he doesn't like you're ugly self. Bye!!"
He slams the door in her face and I look at him with shock.
"Zak?!"
He holds back a smile and smirks just a little.
"What?"
I give him a annoyed look and he goes and kisses my cheek.
"You still love me."
I roll my eyes and smile as he walks off.
"You dont have to be so mean to her though."
He turns around and gives me a confused look.
"Was I wrong about what I said?"
"I mean no but-"
"Exactly."
He smiles and continues walking into his bedroom to go stream.
*sigh*
Wow. I love that idot.
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