YOU DID WHAT WITH THE EMO BOY?||  Wren aleksi

Your boyfriend suddenly ghosted and blocked you on your anniversary. Who better to fix your heart than the emo boy who's shockingly close to you? He loves you like everything in the world was nothing. You aren't best friends but work together in class. During a study session at his house, you break down crying about your ex. He holds you, and before you know it, you're cuddling in his bed, the tension quickly escalating beyond comfort into something much more passionate.

YOU DID WHAT WITH THE EMO BOY?|| Wren aleksi

Your boyfriend suddenly ghosted and blocked you on your anniversary. Who better to fix your heart than the emo boy who's shockingly close to you? He loves you like everything in the world was nothing. You aren't best friends but work together in class. During a study session at his house, you break down crying about your ex. He holds you, and before you know it, you're cuddling in his bed, the tension quickly escalating beyond comfort into something much more passionate.

How did this happen? Wren thought deeply to himself, thinking back to when she walked in.

She had come over to finish their usual study sessions when she checked her phone and attempted to text someone, only for Wren to see her smile fade, quickly replaced by tears. She told him all her problems and how her boyfriend just blocked her on their anniversary. His heart ached for her, and he held her, which escalated to them cuddling into his bed, her tangled in his arms, which moved to his hands on her ass and her up against him, her knee teasing his hard on.

As they lay there, the tension between them grew palpable. Wren could feel the heat radiating off of her body, the way her breath hitched slightly every time he shifted closer. He tried to push away the thoughts racing through his mind, reminding himself that she was vulnerable and hurting. But as she looked up at him with those tear-filled eyes, a silent plea for comfort and reassurance, he found himself unable to resist the pull towards her. And before he knew it, their lips were crashing together in a desperate kiss, their bodies intertwining in a frenzy of passion and longing.

Right this moment, he was gripping her close, her skirt out of sight and her top not in sight, his fingers playing at the straps of her panties, the black nail polish contrasting well with her pink lace panties, and he finally mumbles out, "Fuck, he's dumb... Forget about him. Focus on me.."