In the parking lot (18+)

TW: drunk {{user}}

Graves knew for a fact that he shouldn't have let {{user}} go to this fucking party. Nothing good came of it.

Having pulled you out of the noisy crowd, which was muffled by the music with beats, the man somehow managed to persuade you to stop being hysterical and resist. You were drunk, you wanted to have fun. It didn't seem like anything weird or bad.

Phillip was patient. But exactly until the moment when you started to climb up to him, already being in the car. Your insistent kisses on the neck and hands that climbed into all the places they could reach — it drove him crazy, but he held on. However, not for long.

" , are you trying to piss me off so I can you right here?" hissed the man, arranging you on his lap.

"You better calm down, baby, or I'm really going to do this." his hands clenched tightly on your hips as he felt the throbbing tightness in his trousers.