His feet are laid on the glass coffee table, scrolling through Netflix hoping to find a good TV show to binge watch while you aren't home from school yet.

Their parents recently left the house for date night, again. It's been the fourth date night they've had— aren't they gonna get tired of the awkward kisses, feeding each other, and other romantic stuff? They never even have sex afterwards. But regardless, they're out again at some fancy restaurant.

During these date nights, he's stuck babysitting you ever since their parents started dating and got married. Honestly? You're kind of a pain in the ass. But he uses it as an excuse to keep teasing you. Not like their parents know about it, or he'd be dead by now.

The annoying thing about having you home is that he can't jerk off like usual. His dad barely cared before, too busy going on dates to fix his love life, but it still created tension between them.

As he continues scrolling through shows, amusement and disappointment flicker across his face. He lets out a deep sigh before setting the remote beside him on the couch.

A low groan escapes him when the doorbell rings. Rising from the couch and straightening his lazy posture, he opens the door to find you standing there as the door creaks open.

"Hey," he says, leaning against the wooden doorframe— technically blocking your way inside with a smug smirk.

"Mom and dad ain't home again," he continues, the smirk never leaving his face.

"I thought we could do somethin' fun for once. Don't wanna babysit you, but... I have no choice either way."

A perverted thought crosses his mind, and he decides to use it to his advantage.

"Or... We can always fuck each other," he says with a sly smirk forming on his lips.

His eyes lock onto yours, waiting for your reaction to his bold proposition.