As soon as i'd gotten into my car i'd got a call for a last minute tutoring session, and since I was doing nothing after I got the paintbrushes for Karsen and I's project, I decided to just help out a young mind.

Or maybe I was just feeling extra generous today. No idea why, I know its probably because of Karsen, but I don't to admit that to myself.

He's a really good thing in my life, and I learnt at a young age, all good things can be taken away from you, just as suddenly as they came, they can leave.

The tutoring session lasted until around five in the afternoon, and when I got home I had completely avoided my mother, walking upstairs, locking my door and stayed in my room till seven in the night, trying not to think about anything else other than work.

Then at seven i'd left my room, going down stairs to get a packet of chips before I ventured out to my art room to continue with the project whilst silently thinking, i'm not even sure what I was thinking about, but I was thinking about something alright.

That was of course till I got a text, and that was of course unusual for my anti social person, so I looked over to my phone, leaning over and looking down to the screen just to see his name.

Of course.

: Open your front door.

I blink at the text, wiping my hands with the cloth beside me before I took my phone and replied back to him.

: No.

: Humor isn't for you Adrienne, just open the door, its cold out here.

I snort at that as I stand up, stretching my arms out before I make my way out the room and down the stairs, putting the lights on when I get downstairs.

: Go home. I'm already asleep.

I send the text as soon as I get the keys from the key rack beside the door, and then I open the front door, just to see him texting me back.

I don't know why, but the mere sight of him makes me want to smile, for absolutely no reason too, this is so fucking weird.

I put my phone under my armpit as I cross my hands over my chest, cocking my head to the side. "Whats wrong?"

He looks up to me at the sound of my voice, beanie on, and he looks so damn cute with the pieces of hair that peak out.

I want to pull him down to me and kiss him into oblivion right here but I don't do it, I ignore my impulsive side and listen to him.

"Just wanted to see you." He says as he walks a little closer to me, putting his phone in his pocket.

He grips my chin, leaning down to kiss me but I turn my cheek away, letting him kiss my cheek instead.

"Why are your lips not on mine right now, Adrienne?" He asks, sounding annoyed too which almost makes me laugh, "If you want me to meet your family, you're gonna have to hold back on the kissing, it's... it's inappropriate."

He turns my cheek, hand sliding over to my jaw before kisses my lips five times in a row, fives pecks and I feel my heart swell as I finally kiss him back softly, wanting to giggle against his lips at the feeling but when he smiles all I feel is overwhelmed by emotion.

Why did he make me feel so... much?

"I don't care, I really missed you baby, and it was just a few hours."

I blush, my heart practically hammering against my chest when I move back a little, "Maybe I kind of missed you too." I admit rather than defend myself and he smiles, single dimple deepening. "Really?"

His whole face glows.

My sweet boy.

I nod.

"I painted alone, I wanted you to keep me company."

He gently rubs circles over my jaw and I almost sigh at the feeling of his fingers there when Im supposed to be rubbing his back or something after his deathly practices.

"Practice was long, and Chance wanted to watch some movie before he heard any spoilers online and forced Matt and I to go with him."

I shake my head, "Don't worry about it, theres a lot more work to do anyway."

He hums, looking up to the stairs for a moment, almost like he's thinking about something, and then he looks down to me, his lips twitching up at the ends, "Could I maybe... possibly... stay the night?"

I narrow my gaze.

He smiles.

I lean closer to him, our noses brushing over, "No sex Krist."

His smile turns into a full blown grin, "I promise to make you be quiet."

I glare and he sighs, rolling his eyes, "Im kidding, I know you're a screamer no matter the circumstances Addy."

Not expecting that response my lips part.

He only chuckles at my expression, kissing my open lips and I almost push him out the house, but I choose against it, I need him so I can get a good grade.

I turn back, pulling him inside with me, letting him close the door behind us and then we walk upstairs, trying to be quiet as possible but I suddenly feel a kiss on my neck and I almost jump.

"I told you to stop with kissing me so much Krist." I hiss softly.

"Yes ma'am." He whispers, still trailing behind me, his hand moving from my hand to my ass and I grab it before he cups my down there, "Krist."

"Wait, so like, nothing at all?" He asks me softly.

This damned man.

"Yes." I hiss back.

"Can we hug?"

"If you don't touch my ass."

"So no hugging too? This is hell."

Freaking idiot.

We walk to the art room, closing the door behind us and he sits down beside me by our work, "Is it weird that I always want to hold you, like right now? Can we hold hands?"

I snort, "Yes it is weird." I say, giving him my left hand anyway and he holds it in his own tightly, "You're weird."

"Whatever." I sing softly, getting on my knees to paint better, but he doesn't paint, and I assume he is just watching me.

He does that sometimes.

Watches me.

Its cute, kind of stalker like but, cute.

"How was practice?" I ask him.

"Same as it everyday."

"Nothing new?"

"Nope."

I hum, sitting back to assess how it looks as a whole.

"Theres a game on Thu-"

"I got tickets already don't worry." I add quickly before I look back at him, "I'd be a shitty best friend if I didn't come to your games."

He hums. "Yeah, I agree, you would be a shitty girlfriend if you didn't come to my games."

I roll my eyes at that, cheeks warming but I don't reply, I only look back, continuing the painting, "Girlfriend, best friend, same thing."

"Not really no."

I roll my eyes, putting my painting brush down before I shift myself around, turning to him until our knees touch.

I put both hands on his face, holding his face between my hands before I lean in and kiss his lips softly, "I know we're dating Karsen, you don't have to remind me every single day." I tease him, kissing his cheek after, "I'm yours, so stop worrying." I tell softly.

When I move back he stares at me with a look in his eyes I can't decipher.

A look that makes me nervous.

"Adrienne." He says my name softly, leaning a little closer in to me.

I eye his hands that move onto my thighs before I look at him again, "Yeah?"

"I need to be inside of you right now."

I blink.

Before I can think about anything, he leans in and he kisses me, he kisses me har.

I gasp at the feeling, arms moving around his neck and he pulls me closer, my legs opening so I can move ont his lap, his hands sliding up my legs, pulling my shorts off in one quick movement and he grabs handfuls of my ass making me moan as I grind down on him.

He lays me down, moving over me as his hands slide up my thighs, over my hips and he tugs my panties down my legs, "You know, I want you for more than sex right?" He asks, moving his lips away from mine for a moment, still taking my panties off as he speaks.

I look up at him, confused as to why he tells me this, "Why do you want me then?" I ask, because even if I knew it wasn't just for the sex, I didn't quite understand.

Me? Over everyone?

"Theres something about you, I just... I feel better with you." He whispers, kissing me again, his lips moving against mine when he speaks, "And the sex is really fucking good, I love feeling your skin against mine."

He leans down, nibbling across my neck and I tip my head back, giving him more access, "Plus, we've just started dating, I want to fuck you whenever I get the chance to."

I moan, my body arching up into his, and the space between my legs dampening at the thought. I wonder how the sex would be now, both of us sober now, both of us wanting, hungry, so damn horny actually.

"So it is the sex?" I ask breathlessly.

"Among other things, I promise." He teases me, kissing up my neck and to my lips, barely touching when he speaks, "I just..." he murmurs, lips brushing over mine, "I love being with you."

I hum in agreement, moving my hands to his back, tugging his shirt up from the bottom, nails dragging across his skin.

"I love being with you too Krist." I whisper as I pull his shirt off his body, throwing it behind me before I pull him closer to me by his shoulders, kissing him hard and he unbuckles his pants, nudging my legs open as I rub my hands up all the way to his jaw.

"You're gonna have to be quiet."

And even if he's teasing me, I know he also means it.

I nod at his words, adjusting myself beneath him, bending my knees as he lifts my thigh up mere seconds before pushing inside of me and I gasp just for his hand to cover my mouth which makes this impossibly hotter.

He moves in deeper, his cock going so deep inside me that my hips buck against his and he moans softly against my cheek, "Fuck, fuck its so good." He whispers close to my ear, his hand moving back to my head, grabbing a fistful of hair before he leans down and takes his other hand away, kissing me instead and I moan into his mouth as he moves out and thrusts back inside of me.

My hands slide into his hair, my breathing heavy, chest heaving and he grabs harder on my hair when my pussy clenches around him which makes me whimper, and he groans.

We grab at each-other, fingers digging into the others skin, mouth kissing and sucking, licking and owning.

I move back, lips dragging over his cheek, "Q-quiet Krist." I whisper, and he nods, leaning down to meet my lips again, our lips brushing over one another's each time he moves inside of me, my white singlet bunching up around my tits and his hand slides over it, pulling it higher up, making the singlet bunch up near my neck.

his hands on my skin pulling us closer to one another, my legs bending and my head falls back at the feeling but he doesn't let me not kiss him, he pulls my hair back, pulling my head closer and I moan into his mouth.

Fuck.

When he goes faster inside me, thrusting into me quicker, he kisses me harder, his tongue sliding against mine, no sound besides our skin meeting, my tits bouncing, pressing into his chest with every movement.

And when he finishes inside me, our breathing heavy, feeling exhausted, and bodies sweaty, I suddenly realize... we fucked up.

"Karsen." I breathe his name out softly, the way i'd wanted to scream his name when he was inside of me.

He nods, still kissing over my jaw, even if I was fucking sweaty from the floor sex.

"We didn't use a condom."

And thats exactly what makes him stop kissing me.

He looks down, pulling out of me and when his come drips down my inner thighs, he curses, although his dick twitches as if the sight turns him on.

"Fuck, no, i'm so sorry, are you okay with it? I promise I haven't been with anyone in months Addy."

He thinks that was the problem?

I lean up, kissing his cheek softly. "Its okay, I trust you, I just don't want to get pregnant you know." I tease but he nods seriously, his eyes widening at the mere idea of pregnancy.

We were not ready to be parents, not at all. Maybe in ten years.

"I promise to get you a plan B tomorrow." He says, leaning over and grabbing one of the clean cloths before he wipes my inner thighs with it and I blink at the gesture, cheeks reddening as he opens my legs a little more.

He wipes between my legs softly before putting my panties back on and I close my legs shyly. "Now you have to stay over, you smell like sex." I tell him in a scorning manner, sitting up and he smirks, grabbing his sweats and slipping them on before he moves over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my neck from behind. "Not a problem at all Addy."