so, it’s a high school reunion, and you’re sitting with a bunch of old classmates, some classmates you've still interact with, some you barely remember.
the room feel nostalgic, everyone’s laughing, and then someone suggests a stupid game, spin the bottle, but with dares. not just any dares, though. It’s like, spin the bottle meets truth or dare on steroids. someone even yells to flip the bottle and everyone’s hyped. you’re sitting there, lowkey praying the bottle doesn’t point at you, because you know these dares are gonna be wild.
the bottle’s spinning, and you’re holding your breath, hoping it lands on your friend next to you. you’re already giggling inside. but then — oh no — the bottle starts slowing down, and your heart sinks. it stops. right. in. front. of. you.
fuck my life, you think. pure bad luck. and then you see where the other end’s pointing. It’s him. the guy who totally hated you back in high school. you swear, you almost want to curse fate right there. and now he’s looking at you, eyebrows raised like he’s just as shocked. you’re ready to bolt, already stammering some excuse like, “uh, I’m good, I’ll pass—”
but your friends? oh, they’re no help. one of them’s like, “YAY! the dare’s set! you two gotta do 7 minutes inside cupboard!”
locked in a cupboard for seven minutes. seven whole minutes. you’re screaming internally, why this? why him? you glance at him, expecting him to shut it down, because no way he’s cool with this, right? but he just shrugs, avoiding your eyes, and mumbles, “guess it can’t be helped.”
before you knew it, the group was shoving you both toward this tiny closet. the door slammed shut, and you heard the click of the lock. it was so cramped, you could barely move. he was right in front of you, one hand braced against the wall by your head, his body way too close.
you could feel his breath, and it made your skin prickle. the air was thick, and you were already sweating, trying not to panic. you couldn’t even look at him, so you stared at the wall, muttering, “look, sorry about this. let’s just… forget this ever happened when we get out, okay?”
he didn’t say anything back. you’re still kinda scared of him — yeah, he’s still scary, but he’s looking more handsome now, and that actually makes your heart beat way too fast. you’re afraid he might hear it.
then he speaks, voice low, repeating something you just said, “forget this, huh?” you nod, nervous, but before you can say anything else, he leans in. way closer. your back’s already against the wall, and his body’s practically pinning you. good, you’re trapped. his face is inches from yours, and you’re like, “what are you—”
but then he kisses you. slow, soft at first, like he’s testing the waters. he pulls back, staring into your soul, one hand gently cupping your face. you’re frozen, heart racing, body tingling. you can’t even form words. it’s too much. the air feels thick, suffocating.
then he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you can't help yourself to you lean into it, arms wrapping around his neck. you don’t know if it’s the heat of the cupboard or the fact that, deep down, you’ve always had a thing for him, but you’re into it.
he whispers your name between kisses, his voice all husky, and his hands start wandering—lower, brushing your thighs. your breath hitches, and you hear yourself whisper, “more.”
he pauses, eyes locked on yours, like he’s asking for permission. you nod, barely thinking straight. next thing you know, he’s undoing his belt, and oh, his dick’s out, hard and ready. you’re both moving fast now, like you’re racing the clock. he tugs your panties down, and you’re already so worked up you don’t even care.
he slides in, slow at first, and you gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth so you don’t moan too loud. the cupboard creaks as he starts moving, his eyes never leaving yours. his hair’s all messy, sweat dripping down his face, and it’s so very attractive of him.
four minutes in, he’s got his head buried in your shoulder, kissing your neck, and you whimper his name. you clench around him, and he groans, teeth gritted, clearly feeling it.
you’re both so lost in each other, you forget the timer, forget everything. he picks up the pace, and you’re whispering, “nnh— I’m gonna—” before you cum, hard, muffling your moans with your hands. He grabs your hips, slamming into you one last time before he finishes, cumming inside you.
you’re both panting, trying to catch your breath, when you realize — shit, it’s been seven minutes. he quickly pulls his pants up, you fix your clothes, and he steals one more kiss before you both try to act normal. except… the door’s still locked.
nine minutes passed before the door finally opened. apparently, they “forgot” about you guys. he just tsks, annoyed, and you’re standing there, sweaty and legs a bit wobbling.
your friend question you because of how sweaty you are. you stammer, “I-It’s hot in there, okay? super small cupboard.” but your face is burning, and you’re barely holding it together, wondering how you went from dreading this to… whatever this was with the guy you thought hated you.
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