????? ?????~~ -- sokeefe oneshots

A/N: kinda suggestive, but no action in this scene. its PG for the 11 year olds.

"Truth or dare, Foster?" Keefe asked, a playful glint in his eyes as they lounged on the couch, the atmosphere charged with tension and unspoken feelings.

"Truth," Sophie replied, her tone light but her heart racing. "I'm not in the mood for your dares."

"Okay," he said, leaning closer, curiosity piqued. "What is something you've always wanted to tell me but haven't yet?"

Sophie hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she considered her answer. The weight of the question hung in the air, but she decided to be bold. "Well... I would fuck you, right here, right now," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

Keefe's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and excitement flashing across his face. "Oh? Bet," he replied, grinning as he scooped her up effortlessly, feeling the heat radiating between them.

With a playful laugh, he carried her to his room, their hearts racing in sync. As he pushed the door open, the atmosphere shifted, the playful banter giving way to a more intense energy. He set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist.

"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice low, searching her eyes for confirmation.

Sophie nodded, her breath hitching with anticipation. "I've never been more serious," she admitted, stepping closer, the space between them charged with desire.

Keefe took a moment to absorb her words, the thrill of the uncharted territory they were about to explore. "Then let's not waste any more time," he said, his voice thick with longing.

With that, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. The world outside faded away as they lost themselves in each other, the kiss deepening as their hands explored, igniting every nerve in their bodies.

Sophie pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know this means you can't back out now, right?"

"Trust me, I wouldn't dream of it," Keefe replied, his confidence unwavering. He took her hand, leading her further into the room, where the soft glow of the bedside lamp created an intimate ambiance.

As they settled onto the bed, their laughter mingled with the electricity in the air. Keefe brushed a strand of hair behind Sophie's ear, his gaze intense. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, wanting to make sure they were both on the same page.

"Absolutely," she replied, her voice steady, filled with conviction. "I've wanted this for a long time."

With that affirmation, Keefe closed the distance between them again, their lips crashing together as they surrendered to the moment. Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other, their connection deepening beyond anything they had imagined.

In that room, with the world outside forgotten, they embraced the passion that had been building between them, ready to take the leap into something new, exhilarating, and undeniably real.