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nichoskittycorner · 9 months

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Classroom Antics (Nicholas smut)

>> Nicholas was always someone who caught your eye. He was handsome, the heartthrob of the class, popular: you name it, that's what he was. There was no way he would look to someone like you. Even then, you couldn't stop the pure carnal and nasty addiction you had to him. Savoring everything he touched. Which was why you fell into the habit of getting yourself off to the thought of him all the time, even at school. Thinking what would happen if caught and actually getting caught are much different than you expected-

>> fingering (he is wearing his rings), degradation, squirting, voyeurism, penetrative sex, technically public sex? (It's an empty classroom), photo taking, humiliation, creampie, he's slightly toxic tbh, mention of piss, multiple orgasms, messy sex, overstimulation, surprise-he has a dick piercing

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: Hahhaha my WIP list is a joke, I'm so sorry-

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They say stereotypes all have a little bit of the truth to them. And whether you agreed or disagreed, you couldn't help but feel like you were living one of those stereotypes.

There was you, the nobody-shy girl who had a raging crush on the super-popular guy in school. Made even better by the fact that he sat right next to you every day and yet somehow never seemed to notice you. Never acknowledged your presence no matter the time of day or year unless he had to.

You would already call yourself shy but anytime his sharp eyes gazed in your direction, you were nearly a puddle. Well, there arguably was a puddle, it just wasn't visible to anyone.

Nicholas was a heartthrob. He was hot, flirty, rich, popular, and even considered a bit of a bad boy who always looked amazing and smelled even better. The scent of his cologne seemed to enter the room before he did, giving you a small window to brace your nerves when he came by.

Girls would fall over for him if he asked. And rumor had it he was a bit of a player but somehow there was no evidence of that. But with the way he was, it wouldn't surprise anyone if that was true.

He wasn't exactly the nicest to you either. Sure he wasn't bullying you but after getting ignored while trying to talk to him for a week, you gave up.

Even after all that, you still couldn't help yourself. You wanted him. You wanted him to notice you, touch you, be with you. Looking at his beautiful ring-clad fingers while he wrote made you daydream of holding his warm hand. Or kissing his palms. Or even having his fingers inside you-

Your stomach always flipped at the thought. You would never admit it but you were a huge pervert for him. Daydreaming about him railing you behind the basketball court or sucking him off before class. Things like that flooded your mind no matter where you were.

It only amplified when he was nearby, which meant more often than not, you went home with soaked panties. Well, that, and another scandalous habit you added to your routine.

You already were masturbating before and after school to the thought of Nicholas but one day when you had stayed after school, you found yourself getting off on his stuff. His desk to be specific.

Just the thought that he touched this surface, day in and day out had you soaking. So in a horny daze, you pulled up your skirt, sat on his desk, and pleasured yourself right then and there.

It was one of the best you ever had. Leaving his desk coated in your juices for him to touch had you trembling in excitement- and made you realize just how pervy you actually were. Although you did clean it up to be respectful.

You found your orgasms only got better the longer you kept this routine up. Sometimes the thought of Nicholas walking in on you performing such a scandalous act on his desk only made you clench up and pump your fingers harder while chanting his name.

If he actually did catch you, it could ruin you. You could already see people spreading such horrible rumors about you and so much worse. Because Nicholas wasn't your lover or your friend. He wouldn't hide such spicy news- no, you would become the school's pervert. Your reputation left in the dirt.

And yet, you couldn't stop yourself. Almost every day you would stay late and pleasure yourself on his desk. The hold he had on you without knowing it was way too strong and you loved it.

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Another school day had ended hours ago, the sun was setting and after using your typical excuse of getting extra study time in, you were left alone by the janitorial staff.

The halls were quiet, the room was empty, and not a soul was in sight. Wasting no time, you put away your materials and stood up.

Standing above the desk of your filthy crush, you first laid your face along the cold wooden surface. Savoring the slightly lingering scent of Nicholas from earlier that day.

Flashes of him sitting back lazily, blonde hair pushed back in a neat and yet wild fashion. Uniform worn only slightly correctly, the top few buttons undone, and with the right angle, a peek at his beautiful chest. The several designer rings he wore stood out brilliantly against his smooth skin.

It all had you swooning. Standing upright once again, you shuffled your panties off, laying them on his chair. Oh, how you wished he was here and would sniff them deeply, drooling at the scent of your arousal.

Pulling up your skirt and placing your bare ass on his desk, you got comfortable and propped one leg up. Popping your top open and pulling your bra off, laying it next to your panties.

One hand instantly lands on your clit and the other on your breast, rubbing and pinching them to give yourself some relief. Your cunt already leaking and starting to cover the desk in your wetness as you dipped a finger inside your needy hole.

You could take your time but then you would be here all night. Instead picking up a steady pace by moving your fingers in and out of you as you massage your breast.

Your body was already tingling in pleasure as you worked. Since you assured that you were alone, you saw no need to stay quiet. Letting out moans and gasps, all mixed with Nicholas' name.

"Hm, yeah Nicho, love it when you fuck me like this-" Your eyes closed and your head fell back as your hips grinded against your palm.

And just like many times before, you came on your own hands. But once wasn't enough. You knew if you ever had him, you would let him use your body as he so pleased. That and you were still super horny.

So you continued to fuck yourself, making the mess on his desk bigger and bigger as you lost yourself in the pleasure of it all, wishing he was there to do it with you.

Unbeknownst to you, Nicholas was here. Having accidentally left his house key in his desk, he had to turn around and go back to the school. Thankful that a janitor was nearby to let him in.

Walking the mostly silent halls was quite eerie. But the evening sunset bleeding into the environment was relaxing. His feet unconsciously take him to the class he has been to hundreds of times before.

The distant sounds of moaning nearly froze him. He could've sworn it was a ghost and that was not something he wanted to be involved with- he would rather sleep outside. Alas, he kept moving. The closer he got the more clear the sounds became.

It wasn't just moaning, there was the panting, the whimpering, the sound of this name, and the unmistakable wet sounds of sex.

He was honestly more confused now than before. He was the only person he knew that went by that name around here and the fact that he was hearing it repeatedly means it wasn't an accident. His initial thought was that maybe two students stayed back and were getting freaky together or something.

As he approached the familiar classroom, he was greeted by the sounds at their loudest and a baffling sight. Someone on his desk, facing away from the door. But with the way their hand was moving and the sounds that could be heard, he knew they were getting themselves off.

Now he had a few options- he could leave and wait until you were gone or walk inside and confront you. And somehow his body chose a third option he didn't expect, get turned on.

His dick hardened unexpectedly at the sight of you and the sounds you were making. Especially when he noticed the wet panties and discarded bra. He tries to palm at his dick to calm down but it was only made worse. He needed to head inside.

As you were drowning in your fantasy, you didn't hear the door open. You didn't hear his footsteps over your moans, you didn't even notice his familiar scent until it was too late.

With your fingers mid-pump, someone grabbed your wrist with a tight grip. Your eyes snapped open and instantly met with the eyes from your daydream- Nicholas was here.

Realizing your predicament, you were flooded with fear. Trying to cover yourself up and remove your hands. Your body burned with embarrassment as you tried to piece together an excuse.

"N-Nicholas, I'm so sorry! This isn't what it looks like! Please don't tell anyone please!" All you could do was beg and pray he had mercy for your perverted heart.

He remained silent. Scanning the scene up and down. You couldn't tell if he was mad, disgusted, or something else.

"I heard you saying my name. You meant me, right?" His low voice made the quiet room shake. You wanted to lie but it's clear you had no choice. Giving him a slow nod, you avoided his gaze.

That was until his fingers held your chin and forced you to look at him. His jaw clenched and yet somehow he was still stunning even though he was scaring you. "And oh to be so bold. On my desk too? How many times have you done this?"

"... I've lost count…" You felt like you should be ashamed and yet couldn't bring yourself to feel that way. When his signature smirk grew onto his face, it only stirred something deeper in you.

"You've lost count? You had me played for a fool. I thought you were so innocent and sweet and yet you're brazen enough to come onto my desk and fuck yourself, just hoping that I would, right?"

If you still had control over your body, you were sure it was gone now. Answering him honestly with another nod.

"God, and the mess you made. Are you that horny or did you piss yourself from excitement?" He broke into a full-on laugh, one that made you both want to sink into your shell but also made you have to clench your legs.

Nicholas gave you one last look in your eyes before letting you go, sitting back on the table across from you. "Well then, if you want me to, show me what you can do. But we're starting over. Get off and lick it clean."

What?! Lick the desk? At first, you were convinced he was just joking but the way he leaned back, using an arm to prop himself up, he was serious. Gesturing with his free hand to tell you to 'continue'.

If you were embarrassed before, this had nothing on that. But in a way, you were more than ready to obey. Especially if it would ensure he wouldn't be spilling the beans to anyone.

So you did as you were asked, getting off the desk and starting to lick up your mess. Your cheeks burned up but you couldn't stop. As you worked, you felt a pair of large hands rest on your hips, and turning you so your ass was now to Nicholas.

His hand pushed your skirt up to reveal your bare ass and cunt to him. "Wow. And you're still so wet doing this. You must like it when I treat you like a dirty slut, don't you doll?"

A weak whimper left your throat as he gripped your ass tightly before letting go. A bunch of mumbles came from him as he shuffled his phone out and took a picture of your exposed parts. He wouldn't say it to you yet, but this only turned him on more. He would definitely be using this to get off later.

"N-Nicholas, I'm done…" Your voice was feeble and so weak, and it only made his predicament worse. "Good girl. Now get back on and show me what you were doing before."

You obeyed without hesitation. Sitting on his desk, putting your leg up and opening your shirt once again. Giving Nicholas a full view of your partly naked body. Your hands hovering in their original positions but not making contact yet.

"Go on doll, give me a show." At his command, you shyly started to touch yourself again. Hands trembling as they made contact with your hole and slipped in again.

Your movements were slow and careful this time, scared of what he may do or say. Was he turned on? Was he finding this amusing? Or funny?

A few minutes of this cautious play clearly got to him. His voice was slightly strained now with frustration. "You're kidding. I heard you whimpering and moaning like you were getting dicked down by a pro, and suddenly you're too shy to touch yourself."

His eyes rolled and he huffed, sitting up straighter. "I said give me a show and so you better perform like the nasty slut you are."

The change in his demeanor was clearly brought on by what felt like teasing. Hardened voice, his fist clenched, and his hips twitching around. You sucked up what little pride you had left and did as he asked.

Picking up speed and adding a finger while you fondled your chest like you meant it. Back arching, eyes closed and those lewd sounds pouring out once again.

You fell back into your fantasy in no time but this time was different. Nicholas was actually right in front of you, watching you fuck yourself and make a mess of his desk before his very eyes as his name slipped from your body like a chant.

His stare was so intense you could feel it. Like he was caressing you and guiding your hands to make his name come out louder.

And it took until right before you came for you to realize he was. His large hand holding the one pumping into your cunt, guiding your hand to move faster.

"N-Nicholas?" His eyes flashed up into yours for a second before going back to watching your hands work together. And even in that split second, you could feel his desire taking over and he licked his perfect lips like he was dying to get a taste of you.

Just like that, you came onto your hand once again. Calling his name and shaking as you drenched the surface of the desk once again. Exhaustion was nonexistent as your eyes opened again.

Nicholas took your hand and sucked on your fingers. Lapping up every drop of your arousal from your hand. You clenched and shuffled as your hand was cleaned.

He rested your hand onto his shoulder and replaced your fingers with his. Rough skin rubbing soothing and then harsh circles into your clit, making the table an even bigger mess than before.

A sharp gasp came out but your hips responded to his touch instantly. "Fuck, doll I'm gonna give you what you want so badly. So badly it made you act so dirty for me without fear of being caught." Even his own voice was shaky, washed over with a lust so strong it was killing him to take it slow. But he was going to savor this moment and use you up.

Without warning, he plunged two of his fingers inside of you. Your back arched, making you push your bare chest more into him. "You're so wet I didn't have to try, you must be needy after all." He teased, starting to move his fingers.

The pleasure was now only being amplified as you felt the smooth surfaces of his rings pumping in and out of your pussy. The sensation was better than you could've imagined. The chorus of moans mixed with his name got louder, making him pick up the pace.

"You say my name so well doll. Keep saying it." In addition to you moaning louder, you pressed your hips closer to him, begging his fingers to fuck you deeper.

His lips laid against your neck as he practically growled, rutting his hips to match the speed of his fingers.

You were honestly surprised by this side of him. Just as needy as you were. Hell, maybe even more than you. And here he was, taking you just as you dreamt over and over again.

"Cum on my fingers doll so I can stuff you with my cock already." You whimpered and obliged, your nails digging into his shoulder as you cried out. Head spinning from reaching your high once again. You were getting closer to your limit and you could feel it. But if he wanted to keep stuffing you and make you his cock slut, who were you to deny him that?

Nicholas didn't remove his fingers all the way yet but pulled them out slightly to let your juices run into his palm and onto the desk. Using his free hand, he pulled your shirt open more to expose your breasts fully.

Pulling up his phone once again, he started to snap pictures of your body. And it made sense what he did, posed you like a sexy and pleasured piece of art for him to photograph.

"You look great doll. So pretty posed like that and ready for me to fuck you for real." You nodded eagerly as you clenched down on nothing as he removed his fingers, making him chuckle.

"So needy I swear. You better be ready for me like a good slut. You've had practice." In no time flat, he undid his belt and dropped his pants and boxers, leaving his pretty cock exposed.

It was like the holy grail revealed to you. Long, girthy, and beautiful. The long veins decorating the shaft seemed to throb in need as his precum was already shining through. And something unexpected, the shine of piercing on the head of his cock.

Your eyes couldn't look away. So badly did you want to fall to your knees and taste him. Amused by your stare he laid a hand on your breast and massaged your nipple as he stroked himself a few times.

Pulling you closer by the hip, he lined himself up and pushed inside. Bottoming out in no time flat aided by your wetness.

You were instantly overwhelmed. The stretch from his size, the chill and the stimulation from the piercing, and the fact that this was all real. You nearly drooled in his arms right there.

"Do I make you feel that good doll? Or are you just a good cock slut for me?" He pulled his hips back slowly before jerking them forward, quickly finding a steady rhythm.

You were so full of him, sending the best chill up your back and through your body as he continued to work. Pausing his steady pace occasionally to just thrust into you like a madman before calming down once again.

Nicholas was drowning in you. Your pussy swallowed up every inch and every thrust he gave you with ease. All while you moaned and whimpered for him to give you more, digging your fingers into his shoulders for stability.

He wasn't a virgin by any means but something about how good you felt was driving him wild. You were so hot, so wet and so obedient to him. Even if he barely knew you on a personal level. He wanted to keep you.

His hips started to stutter as he felt himself throb and twitch with every stroke. Pounding into your cunt desperate to cum. "Mh, fuck you're so good doll. Gonna fill you up just like you want, yeah?"

He didn't get words in response but the way your legs wrapped around his hips told him everything he needed to know.

Within a few more strokes, you both came. Your pussy clenching down on him, practically milking his cock of all the cum he pumped out.

But even as you were catching your breath with him still buried in deep, he realized he wanted more. That wasn't enough.

Without much thinking his hips started to move again. Taking one of your legs and pushing it against your body to give a new angle and kept thrusting.

You had lost count of your orgasms but knew you were gonna slip quite soon. But you couldn't find the words nor the strength to say it. Instead just falling back into your cries of pleasure.

Your body spoke for you. And it wanted more of him. Even if your brain fogged out, as long as he was inside you, you were satisfied.

"Nicho…more please more."

" I'll give you more. Fill you up and fuck you so you don't forget. You're my fuck toy. My cum doll. Only mine." Nicholas sounded so sure of himself as his cock never stopped, sputtering out more cum as he claimed you.

And you could only let the tears of pleasure and the drool running down your chin speak for itself. If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up from it. Another wave of an orgasm washed over you with that thought.

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How many times had you cum by now? How many times did Nicholas? All you knew was that you felt great. Your pussy practically ran a river of cum and your juices mixed together, almost certain it was dripping on the floor now.

You had been reduced to a cum hungry babbling mess as continued to thrust inside of you. Savoring the feeling as he was practically cockwarming at the speed he was moving.

You had gone through every position you could of possible while fucking you on his desk. Ensuring your certainty that he had touched every inch of your hole and covered it in his cum.

He had your chest pressed into the desk with him laid on your back. Holding up your hips with one hand and teasing your clit with the other.

Your eyes were filled with tears and your throat raw. The sun was almost set completely now. His weight pressed down on you as he spoke into your ear.

"One for me okay doll? You can do that, right?" Without a second thought, you nodded.

" Mh' yes, want your cum, want your cock please please." His smile was almost audible as he jerked his hips up, ensuring you were stuffed with him. Some of his previous cum leaked out and down your legs.

And pressed closely together, he continued to rut shallowly but roughly into your fucked out cunt. Keeping up a brutal pace and making sure you could feel his balls slap against your clit with every stroke.

The head of his cock pressing into your womb, making your head spin even more if that was possible. "Nicho! Feels good, feels so good- more, more!"

"You've been so good for me Y/n, such a good doll for me. Who do you belong to?"

A mix of whimpers managed to escape as you answered him, grinding your hips back to take even more of him. "Yours! I'm yours Nicho!"

Satisfied with your answer, he pulled you back by the hair and placed a firm kiss on your lips. Sending you over the edge and cumming on his cock once against. And just like before, a few more strokes and he followed suit.

But it wasn't your usual orgasm, you shook harder than you ever remembered, crying out his name as you squirted on him. Making an even bigger mess on him and the floor.

As you both came down from such extreme highs, you could barely think straight. Your vision blurred as you heard the familiar snap of a camera capturing a photo… or a few.

Nicholas helped you sit down and gave you a much softer kiss this time. Handing you a bottle of water from his bag and helping you drink some to regain your senses.

While you were still out of it, you barely registered him cleaning up the mess you both created. Taking his key, pocketed your panties and made sure you were stable before picking you up in his arms.

Starting to head out of the for sure empty school building at this point. "Are you alright Y/n? I wasn't too rough, right?"

As some of your brain cells started to return, you chuckled. "I'm alright."

It was silent for a bit after that as you continued down the halls. Nicholas seemed to fiddle with his ring nervously around his finger. "I uh, hope you know I wont tell anyone about this. Not that I'm embarrassed or anything-! But it's just-"

Oh, he was even cuter now than ever before. He fucked your brains out, cleaned you up, and is now too nervous to even look at you.

"It's just… I don't know, I thought you were so cool for a while, I couldn't bring myself to talk to you." Your eyes nearly fell out of your head. Did he… did he mean that?! The popular heartthrob was too shy to talk to you?!

"Don't worry about it! I guess we're on talking terms now, right?" Nicholas nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, I hope so."

As the front gates to the school got closer, Nicholas looked at you, biting his lip nervously. "Hey uh, instead of letting you go now, how about we get some snacks and I'll walk… er carry you home?"

Who were you to say no to that offer?! "Yes please! Of course, I'd love that!" Trying not to sound too excited failed but you didn't care. This man was just buried in your guts like 20 minutes ago, he could handle this.

Feeling a little bold, you placed a kiss on his cheek. "Say Nicho, how about we have round two tomorrow?"

You've never seen someone so elated as he kissed you as a response.

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malleusbutcursed · 2 years

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When they hold onto you.

Leona Kingscholar x Reader, Floyd Leech x Reader, Che'nya x Reader.

Warnings?: none!

A/N: off topic but I'm gonna marry Che'nya in my dreams ahah... HAHHAHA-- I'm gonna cry to sleep now.--

Leona Kingscholar

You were looking for Leona, it was before your classes are going to start. You wanted to thank him for helping you study that one time. (I'll be honest, he only helped you so you can be his body pillow IM SORR--)

You were trying to look for him in his usual spot. But he wasn't there.

"Where is he- Oh! There he is. He seems to be sleeping so I'll just wake him up."

You tried to move him slightly but he only grumbled. Still not awake clearly, you tried to move him more but he only just grabbed onto your arms and pulled you into him. (Welp your plan failed--)

"Wha! Leona!!--"

"You keep annoying me, just keep quiet and let me sleep." He still was half asleep, not caring for your protests or should I say not listening of you needing to go to class soon. Just holding you tighter when you keep trying to try to get out of his grip. (Literally he's half asleep yet he still can hold onto you tightly, the logic??--)

"But-- Ugh.. fine.." You knew he wouldn't let you go easily, and you might as well just let him hold onto you. You fall asleep onto him forgetting why you wanted to talk to him in the first place. You forgetful bitc-- (IM SORRY WAIT PL--)

Floyd Leech

It really isn't a surprise, because of his moods changing alot, him wanting to hold you for 5 hours straight, or wanting to murder yo--

This time he was in the clingy mood. Luckily you both were in the mostro lounge, no one was there expect you and Floyd. He was complaining on how he doesn't want to clean up. And you were helping him trying to convince him it will be fine. Until he stops cleaning the tables and his frown became a grin, you didn't notice because you are actually being productive-- (wow)

He walked towards you, not trying to conceal his footsteps as the made a clinking noise. (IDK OK? CLINKING MAKES SENSE BRO)

You turned around to face him thinking he was just going to complain once again, but instead when you turned around you were greeted with his face up close to you. (HE IS BENDING HIMSELF TOWARDS YOU.. UNLESS YOU'RE AS TALL AS HIM- and if you are sheesh shawty where you get those legs fro--)

You were mortified on how he just was so up close and personal. It's not like you really mind him being super close, you were used to it. Its just that you really don't know what he will do next. And that alone scares you. He grinned even more leaning somehow even closer than before.

"Y/NN, isn't this boring? I wanna do something more fun.'' You blankly stared at him. Backing away from him while shaking your head while sighing. And he pouts slightly.

"Floyd, we both know that if we don't do this. Azul will scold you. Then, you will proceed to blame me for distracting yo-"

He rolled his eyes and put his arms around your waist, making you gasp in shock. He is squeezing you enough where you can't try to scramble away, but not to the point where he is cutting off your airflow.

You groaned, and he just laughed at your pain of knowing Azul will make you do extra work now because of this.

Hey, atleast you don't have to deal with a pouty Floyd anymore.

Artemiy Artemi-- (It's Che'nya, I'm sorry but I'm not writing his full ass name.)

• You were helping Cater paint the roses red, after a few hours of painting some you decided to take a break.

• Walking a pretty far distance from there so you can some peace and quiet. You sat plopped onto the ground, exhausted. Who knew painting a few roses would be so much work?

• You decided you would close your eyes, and just rest.

• But then everything went blank, and what you thought was just resting for a few minutes turned into a nap. You only woke up feeling something graze your cheek.

• You opened your eyes slightly yet saw nothing, confused, you closed your eyes again. Yet it happend again. You didn't open your eyes this time thinking it was just probably the wind.

• Then you heard a whisper in your ear, you sat up quickly. Now fully awake and alarmed. But you still.. saw nothing? You heard some laughing, realizing whose voice it was you glared at the air. Knowing it wasn't truly just air. You were right as,

• It turned out to be Che'nya laughing mischievously. While making his body finally appear infront of you.

• "Really.. Che'nya? Let me just take a nap.." You mumbled tired, you laid back down too sleepy to ask about how he found you. And you closed your eyes sleep coming back once again until Che'nya pulled you up. Making you groan, not enjoying the fact he keeps making you wake up and not letting you sleep. He starts laughing, while putting you to his chest. Not having any intention of letting you leave. You groan, you being already sleepy you let him hold onto you, while you fell into a deep slumber.

• (Then he scares you awake later with only showing.. HIS HEAD AHHAHA NO REST FOR YOU MORTA--)

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #fluff #headcanons #twst headcanons #floyd leech #leona kingscholar #che'nya #floyd x reader #leona x reader #che'nya x reader

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