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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 months

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What about Coryo and childhood friend reader who are very close and spend all their time together. They gossip about a classmate getting rumorly pregnant and the conversation turn into sex and they talk about experiences (lack of) and end up doing stuff and learning together about pleasure. I’m a sucker for virgin reader and coryo smut

Request: Virgin coriolanus and reader touching each other in secret

Request: young snow with prompt 2 ehehe ‘’No one needs to know.’’

Warnings: 18+, smut, ooc!Coriolanus, virgin!Coryo, virgin!reader, mutual masturbation, p + v (just the tip), let me know if I missed some

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‘’Some people should not be allowed to procreate. The world does not need more superior thinking brats like Arachne Crane,’’ Coriolanus said concerning the rumors about your classmate’s alleged pregnancy.

It wasn’t a very nice thing to say, but you had to agree with him.

‘’Who do you think is the unlucky father?’’ you asked, getting deeper into the gossips instead of focussing on the subject you were studying. ‘’Festus?’’

Coriolanus shrugged, taking a pen and scribbling down some notes. ‘’I don’t know. Probably. I doubt it’s true, though. Because if it were, Arachne’s dad would arrange a marriage to cover up the pregnancy. Can’t have his darling daughter pregnant with a bastard.’’

The conversation died down and you both went back to your textbooks. Exams were in a few weeks, and you needed good grades to get into university. You also promised Coriolanus to help him and make quiz cards. If he doesn't get the best grades, the Plint prize will go to another student and he won’t be able to attend university with you.

‘’Have you ever…?‘’ you asked in the quiet of the bedroom, curiosity hanging in the air.

Your question had him confused at first, but it clicked and he shook his head. ‘’No.’’ Coriolanus cleared his throat, uncomfortable to dive into a private subject. ‘’I mean, I have…you know. Myself,’’ he corrected, always honest with you. ‘’Just, not…with someone. Have you?’’

By your parents’ request, you were preserving yourself for marriage. You never understood why they insisted on you being pure or how it was any of their business, but you respected their request.

You shook your head. ‘’No.’’ Grabbing a piece of paper, you searched for your pen, which seemed to have gone missing on Coriolanus’ bed. ‘’Do you have a pen I can borrow? I’m gonna get started with the flashcards.’’

He grabbed a spare one from his desk and handed it to you. ‘’Why did you want to know?’’

‘’Just curious.’’

You began writing down some questions, your pen gliding over the flashcards.

It wasn’t until your pile of flashcards tipped on the side and fell on the bed that you realized how many you had made. You chuckled at the little mishap, and the sound of your laughter caught Coriolanus' attention.

‘’Wow. How many are there?’’ he asked, looking over at the scattered flashcards.

You shrugged, gathering the flashcards into a neat pile. ‘’Lost count. Are you ready to be quizzed?’’

He closed his textbooks and joined you on the bed, sitting criss-cross. There was a nervous look on his face, but you reassured him.

‘’Don't worry, you've got this, Coryo.’’ You gave him an encouraging smile. ‘’If you get ten right…I’ll reward you with a kiss.’’ It was meant as a joke, but Coriolanus didn't get it.

‘’A kiss?’’ the blond repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He expected a cookie or a strawberry, not a kiss.

‘’Unless you don’t want me to kiss you—’’

‘’I didn’t say that!’’

The sun started to go down when you made it through half the flashcards. As expected, Coriolanus did a great performance. He was always on top of his subjects, focussing on his academics instead of social life. All his hard work was paying off.

It also meant that you owed him a kiss.

Biting your bottom lip, you suddenly felt shy. Why did you make that deal?

‘’You do remember we were each other’s first kiss, do you?’’ Coriolanus reminded, sensing your hesitation.

Although it happened three years ago, the image was vivid in your mind. It was your fourteenth birthday. You asked him to kiss you as a birthday present so you wouldn’t have to lie to the girls at the academy when they asked if you had kissed anyone yet. Any other boy would have laughed, but Coriolanus just nodded and pressed his lips on yours.

You took a steady breath, telling yourself you had to honor your promises, and leaned over the space between you to kiss him. You counted to five, then pulled back slightly. Coriolanus opened his eyes, their ocean blue hue appearing brighter from up close. They were so beautiful — he was so beautiful.

Before you could break your staring, Coriolanus cupped the side of your face and drew you back in for another kiss. You kissed him back by instinct, but you were confused. Was he not satisfied by your kiss? Maybe you should have counted to ten instead of five?

The delicate brush of his thumb against your cheek pulled you out of your thoughts, luring you into a bubble of warmth and tenderness. His lips were soft against yours, and the faint scent of roses enveloped you. He always smelled of roses.

His hand settled at the small of your back, pulling you closer across the bed. You let him guide you, pawing at the front of his button up to hold yourself up at his height. A soft gasp left your lips when Coriolanus slipped his tongue to deepen the kiss, a rush of emotions flooding through you. You tangled your hands in his hair, letting your pulsions lead until you were both breathless.

‘’What are we doing?’’ you asked quietly, almost a whisper.

You were delving into uncharted territories, taking untraveled roads of your friendship without knowing where they would lead you.

Coriolanus didn’t respond, not knowing what to say.

Your fingers brushed his curls from his eyes as his nose brushed yours, eager to get his lips on yours again. He glanced at you, searching your eyes for some guidance, but you were just as lost as him.

‘’I want to kiss you again,’’ Coriolanus confessed, the hand on your back moving to your hip. ‘’I want… I want you.’’

Have me, you wanted to tell him. Take all of me, but a small voice at the back of your head reminded you of the promise you made to your parents.

‘’If you don’t put it in, you’re still gonna be a virgin,’’ he said, as if he had read your mind.

Coriolanus used his desk chair to block the door, ensuring no one would come in. Tigris was out and Grandma'am was tending to her flowers, but he didn't want to risk it. You felt also more comfortable with the door blocked and his makeshift curtain slightly closed. The Snow penthouse was so high, it was impossible to see inside from another building.

You began taking off your clothes in a comfortable silence, your dark pink dress joining Coriolanus’ button up and trousers on the floor. Left in your undergarments, you sat on the bed facing each other. You bit your bottom lip as you averted your eyes from your friend’s half naked body, uncertain if you should be looking.

Holding your breath, you reached back and undid your bra while Coriolanus removed his white boxers. It wasn’t as nerve-wracking if you both undressed at the same time. You felt your face flush as your eyes lowered to his cock, seeing it soft and resting against his thigh. There was light blond hair at the base, which matched the hair on his head.

Coriolanus’s cock twitched as he glanced at your chest. Your breasts were full enough to not be considered small and your nipples were perfectly peaked. You were the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on.

Not giving yourself time to feel shy, you followed suit by taking your last layer off, lifting your hips to pull it down. There wasn’t much room to move around so Coriolanus helped you get your panties down the rest of your legs, and dropped them on the bed.

‘’Thanks.’’

You fought the reflex to clamp your legs shut the way a lady should, and instead parted them, revealing your glistening core. From this position, your labias were parted like a flower, completely exposed to your best friend's eyes.

You dipped between your folds to collect moisture and started rubbing your clit with the tip of your thumb.

Coriolanus scooted closer to you, and effortlessly gripped his hand around his cock to stroke it nice and slow while he watched you. He followed your pace, leaned his head back when he swiped his thumb over the leaky red tip, and tried not to make any sound.

You looked over at Coriolanus, and your core clenched. Now you understood what Clemensia was talking about in the girls locker rooms. Without stopping your motions on your clit, you brought two fingers and slowly slipped them inside of you, making you gasp. You usually started with one, but you needed something bigger that you didn't want to admit out loud.

Closing your eyes, you let your imagination run free, imagining Coriolanus' cock inside you, filling you up. ‘’Ah, Coryo,’’ you slipped, letting go of your clit to grope one of your breasts and pull on your taut nipple.

Coriolanus couldn’t stop the groan from escaping his lips when he heard you moan his name. He picked up speed as he stared at you, the springs on his mattress creaking underneath. This is why he always did this in the shower.

When you opened your eyes, you pulled out your fingers andrested your hand on Coriolanus' knee. ‘’Can I try?’’

The room hung in a momentary silence, the weight of your question settling between you and Coriolanus. His usually composed demeanor faltered, and he was momentarily lost for words, caught off guard by the words that left your mouth.

‘’I-if you want to.’’ He removed his hand from his cock and followed with his gaze as your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.

Gently, you wrapped your hand around him. It was heavier than you thought, and warm. You began moving your hand up and down, but it wasn’t slippery enough for your liking so you dipped your fingers between your folds to collect some of your arousal to lubricate your strokes.

‘’That’s better,’’ you said to yourself.

Coriolanus wanted to kiss you. That was hot.

Not wanting you to be neglected, he grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer, draping your legs over his so he could play with your clit and breasts. Lewd noises filled the room, coming from both of your mouths. It was a blessing Grandma’am had hearing troubles because the walls at the penthouse were thin.

As you began to work towards your climax, you directed Coriolanus’ cock toward your pussy and pressed his tip against your folds. If you don’t put it in, you’re still gonna be a virgin, he had said. The pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious.

Sensing what you were trying to do, Coriolanus got a better idea. He moved your hands away and rubbed his tip against your puffy clit. The tingling sensation began to overwhelm you, bringing tears to your eyes while he continued to stroke your folds and clit with his cock.

‘’Ahh! Yes, Coryo— That feels so good!’’

The both of you were making a choir of beautiful whines and moans as you could feel your release approaching quickly. You came with a cry when you felt his tip pushing through without getting in fully, quivering against him.

Coriolanus couldn't look away from your core, overwhelmed by how warm and wet you felt around him. He continued to rub himself against you until white strings dribbled out of the head of his cock, painting your pussy with a beautiful mess.

‘’That was…’’ you panted out, looking down at yourself. ‘’No one needs to know, right?’’

‘’No one needs to know,’’ he confirmed.

''Should we get back to the flashcards?''

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writerswall26 · 2 months

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My Sweet Cairo (Part 8)

Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet

Warning: Slight cursing, Emotions, Mention of death and SH.

Words: 2.4k

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A/N: I was so pumped while writing this. I enjoyed this part so much. We get to know what really happened and flesh out R's father's mind. We also saw Cairo being responsible and using the advices she received to get some help! Happy Reading!

Y/N tried to avoid being alone the entire day, not wanting to give Cairo the opportunity to have even a minute to talk to her. What Cairo told her a few nights ago is still stuck in her head. She doesn't know if she should be afraid or what.

"Hey, Y/—"

"Will you walk me home?" Cairo cut Jasmine off as soon as Y/N got out of her last class of the day. She was not expecting Cairo to wait for her!

Y/N looked shocked and confused. She gave Jasmine a look. But her friend just stood by and watched the scene unfold. Traitor!

"Y/N, walk me home, please?" Cairo said, sweetly this time, with a smile on her face.

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I have—"

"Uh no, we're not going. I gotta study for a pop quiz tomorrow. Winnie's coming to help me, I'm sorry dude." Jasmine cut the taller girl off.

Y/N glared at her while Cairo smiled widely. "So?" Cairo asked cutely, for fuck's sake!

"Uhm, sure." Y/N said hesitantly.

"Great!" Cairo said happily before she held the taller girl's hand and pulled her.

Y/N didn't say a single word as she turned to Jasmine and gave her a look, mouthing "I'm killing you tomorrow, you traitor!"

On the way home, the two of them did not say a word. They went with Y/N's route instead of Cairo's since Y/N has her bike with her.

"I've talked to Mr. Miller." Cairo started, causing Y/N to stop for a moment.

"Why?" She asked before she followed Cairo again.

"I went to apologise." Cairo started, causing Y/N to furrow her brows. "I'm seeing a therapist now," Cairo said, glancing at Y/N who looked really confused, and cute. "Your mom referred me to a work colleague of hers. Told me it might help with the issues I had."

Y/N is confused, like really confused. "Mum did that? Why?"

Cairo shrugged. "We were together for a few hours before you came when we had dinner. She confronted me about what I did. Told me the same thing you said, how messed up it was. Then she told me about a friend of hers, a therapist, she told me I should check it out, see if it helps. That's why I went to Mr. Miller. I want to sort things out before graduation."

"What did Mr. Miller say?"

"We sat down, talked about what went wrong, what happened. He apologized to me too. He accepted the fact that he was in the wrong too, that he wasn't careful and clear, that he stepped the boundaries and led me on."

Well that's... incredibly surprising. Y/N never thought she'd be hearing a redemption arc between two messed up individuals. Although, she's happy to hear that Mr. Miller's finally seen what he did wrong. That's a huge point. And she's happy that Cairo's seeking out help.

"So, how long would you be going to therapy?" Y/N asked, glancing at Cairo who pursed her lips.

"I don't know. As long as I need, I guess. It's not really that bad." Cairo said, smiling at the thought that Y/N is finally talking to her with anger and resentment in her voice.

"How about when you go to college? You wouldn't know anyone around there."

"My therapist knows a friend where I'm going to go. She said she'd refer me to him and continue therapy there."

Y/N nodded. "That's a good thing."

Cairo looked up at her, a smile on her face, her dimples showing. "How long have you gone to therapy?"

Y/N pursed her lips. "A year and a half, I guess? My therapist told me she was proud of my progress so she adviced that I spend my time being a normal kid. She told me I should come to her whenever I need and so far, it's all good."

Cairo nodded. "That's good. I'm proud of you."

Y/N chuckled, lowering her head. "Alright, mum." She said, which made Cairo laugh as well.

They continued walking silently, comfortable silence this time until they reached Cairo's place.

"Here's you." Y/N said, stopping in front of Cairo's house.

The brunette turned to her and gave her a smile. "Thank you for walking me home."

Y/N nodded. "It's no biggie."

Cairo leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before she walked inside the house, throwing a glance at the tall girl who waved at her.

When Y/N was sure Cairo's finally inside, she rode her bike and went home where she waited for her mum to come home to ask questions.

That night, when Y/M/N came home, she was immediately cornered by Y/N at dinner.

"I was wondering," Y/N started. "What were you talking about with Cairo before I got home that night?"

Y/M/N gave her a smile. "You, Mr. Miller, dad." The older woman answered shortly.

Y/N furrowed her brows. "You talked to her about dad?"

Y/M/N nodded. "Yes, I wanted her to know how terrible of a person she was for doing what she did. But then there's Mr. Miller."

"Who's not entirely at fault."

"But he was indeed the adult in the situation."

"You're defending Cairo, mum."

Y/M/N looked at her daughter, seeing the problem once and for all. "I'm not defending Cairo, what she did was wrong, yes. But don't you think what Mr. Miller did was far worse than that?"

Y/N stayed quiet, thinking.

"Honey, Mr. Miller's case is different from your dad's case. You have to see that." Y/M/N explained, Y/N is being blinded by what happened to her dad.

"I know. I know it's different."

"And?" Y/M/N tried to probe further.

"I'm not defending Mr. Miller either, mum. If that's what you think. Maybe I'm over compensating. Maybe I thought by helping Mr. Miller, I gave justice to what happened to dad. But what if I'm wrong, mum?"

"Are you? Look at it from an outside perspective, honey. Look at it both ways."

Y/N furrowed her brows. She doesn't know where to go from here. It's weird talking about this with her mum but at the same time, the answers are clearer. Her mind wasn't being blocked by her emotions, her father's connection to the case. If there's anyone to blame, it's the both of them, Cairo and Mr. Miller. There's no one to defend, no one to side with.

"There's always a connection, honey." Her mum brought her back to her senses. "But there's a huge difference and that's what I want you to see. Yes, Cairo was in the wrong for seducing Mr. Miller. But is it entirely her fault? Is it really? Why would she act that way if Mr. Miller didn't do anything wrong?"

"Was I wrong for helping Mr. Miller?" Y/N finally asked, looking at her mum with worried eyes.

Y/M/N gave her a smile as she held her hand, squeezing it to assure her. "You did what you thought was right at the time. You saved both of them by doing so. Don't beat yourself up for it."

Y/N stayed up that night thinking of what her mum had told her. She wasn't really thinking when she lent a hand to Mr. Miller. She knew it was wrong, she heard it from Mr. Miller himself. And yet, she still sided with him for what? For her father? No, she thought. It's for personal gain. She had the power to turn the story around, and she did. So what does that say about her?

She's no different from those students she despises the most. Maybe even worse. Her thoughts are so incriminating, so powerful that she did not blink sleep that night.

So the next day when she got to class, she was noticeably tired. She looked like a walking zombie and anyone who sees her thought so too. Her friends and Cairo saw that too and they were worried.

"What happened to you?" Winnie asked over lunch when Y/N didn't even touch her food, she's usually a foodie.

Y/N gave her a tired look and shook her head. "I'm just tired."

"We can see that, dude. You have dark circles around your eyes." Jasmine said, as worried.

Y/N sighed. "Did you guys think I made the wrong decision? When I stood up for Mr. Miller?"

Winnie and Jasmine turned to one another, giving each other looks.

"I mean, what Cairo did was fucked up. She literally wrote a porn story between her and Mr. Miller." Jasmine said, as a matter of fact.

"However, I don't think Cairo's entirely at fault. I mean, she messed up but not entirely her fault." Winnie said, on the other hand.

Y/N groaned. "Maybe I should've just shut my mouth and let them do whatever to Mr. Miller."

"Hey, woah, hold up." Jasmine started, getting the attention of her friend. "You did what you thought was best, okay? Both of them fucked up, that's a fact. The other one stepped on the fine line, and the other one was led on. There's no winning in this situation."

"Whatever you did, you did it for them both. Struck two birds with one stone, as they say." Winnie said, holding Y/N's hand and squeezing it gently.

Y/N gave them a small smile and nodded. "Maybe I shouldn't really beat myself up with this one."

"Damn right, you shouldn't." Jasmine said, giving her an assuring smile.

After their class, she was already outside Cairo's last class, waiting for the girl to come out. When Cairo saw her, an immediate smile drew her face.

"What are you doing here? You should've gone home and got some sleep. Look at you." Cairo said, holding a gentle hand to Y/N's cheek to look at her face.

"Can I walk you home?" Y/N asked with a sheepish smile.

Cairo was shocked to say the least. She did not expect that. She was expecting Y/N to come around but not this fast. Still, she was happy about it.

"Sure." Cairo smiled, holding out a hand to Y/N to shake her head.

"That's reaching."

"Oh." Cairo said, a bit disappointed but she smiled it away.

"Come on."

The duo walked out of school together. They're all smiles and shit but still, Y/N cannot take her mind off her conversation with her mum. She might as well talk to Cairo now.

So when they got to Cairo's place, the brunette did not expect that Y/N would park her car on the fence and followed her to her front porch. The taller girl sat on the step and patted the space beside her.

"What's going on?" Cairo asked, sitting beside Y/N who gave her a smile.

The taller girl stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened."

Cairo nodded. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked, wanting Y/N to start the conversation.

"I don't know. I just want to have clarity. I had a talk with my mum last night. It was a hard pill to swallow but, I guess it was needed."

""What happened to him? Your dad?" Cairo asked, glancing at Y/N who was looking at the trees ahead.

"My mum didn't tell you?" She asked, confused. She thought they spoke about her dad.

"Not all of it."

Y/N glanced at Cairo, contemplating if she should tell her about it or not. A part of her doesn't want to, because talking about it means relieving it and she hates that. She hates that she's going back to that time. But a huge part of her wants to let it all out, just throw it out there and forget about it all.

She chose the latter.

Y/N took a deep breath.

"I don't know when it started. My dad was really passionate about teaching. He was really good at what he did. He's a great father, you know? He was always present and attentive to my needs." Y/N started, smiling at the memory of her father in every soccer game, every recital, every academic competitions, everything. He was always there, always smiling and looking proud.

"One semester during sophomore year, he came home all happy and giddy, it wasn't unusual really. He was always happy and giddy. But this one's just different. He told us he had met this student in class, he thought she was brilliant." Y/N stopped for a moment, trying to calm herself down before she started crying and shouting.

Cairo noticed how hard it is for Y/N to continue so she held the taller girl's hand in her own and squeezed it. "You don't have to continue. I believe I got the gist of it."

Y/N shook her head and turned to Cairo with a pained smile. "I want to continue."

Cairo looked worried, but she nodded nonetheless. "Okay. But you can stop anytime." She gave out an assuring smile.

Y/N nodded, squeezing Cairo's hand gently. "He told mum and I all about this girl. We were amazed by her. So we told dad to bring her home one time so we could talk. He did. We had a barbeque one saturday, family's all there and she was there. I thought she was brilliant, she was so fascinating with all the things she knew. Little did we know, she would cause the biggest heart break to ever happen to us."

Y/N shook her head. "During the middle of the semester, my father started to act weird. He started getting drunk, not sleeping, he started being absent. One day he came home and told us he was let go of his job. My mum and I asked why, he never answered. The days after that, he became difficult. He would pick a fight with me and mum. He would get angry. He would get drunk, pass out on the couch. I slowly watched my father become a shell of what he used to be. He just stopped functioning."

Cairo could not help it anymore. She stood up and went in front of Y/N, hugging the girl in her arms tightly as she gently brushed Y/N's hair with her fingers, wanting the taller girl to know that she's there, that it's okay. Y/N leaned in Cairo's arms, sighing heavily.

"Then my mum knew about what happened. Turns out the girl orchestrated a plan for my dad to get fired. She invited my dad for coffee one time, asked a friend to take a couple of pictures that looked intimate. The school board didn't like it. Had an entire meeting about it. My dad tried to fight with all his might. Turns out when he started acting weird, that's when he was battling with those accusations. It took only 3 photos and one girl for my dad to lose everything. One day after I won a game, I showed my medal to my dad but he didn't say anything. Next thing I know, I was running to their room. Then I saw him, blood everywhere, his body unmoving. He was gone, Cairo."

This is the most Cairo has seen Y/N vulnerable. Now she understood perfectly why Y/N wanted to help Mr. Miller. What happened to her dad was unjust. So when told the school board that Cairo's accusations were baseless, this is what she meant. What happened to Y/N's father were baseless accusations.

So, she just stood there, holding Y/N in her arms, letting her let out all the frustrations and emotions she's bottled up the entire time.

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ks-dreams-fantasies · 6 months

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TEACH ME PT.4 | TRAVIS KELCE

a/n : I've been swamped with Universty 🫠 sorry for the wait but I hope you like this 4th part 💕 Enjoy !!

Warning : None, Some kissing

Words: 1,473 (Not proofread)

Pairing : Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 3

TEACH ME PART 4 | TRAVIS KELCE

‘’Y/N?’’ he slurred, a mix of surprise and recognition in his eyes. ‘’I’ve been thinking about you.’

Time seemed to slow, and your heart raced. He took a step forward, his presence, unexpected and unwelcome, sent a shiver down your spine and you took a step back, getting closer to Travis.

‘’I’ve …I’ve tried to call but…’’ You instinctively tightened your grip on Travis’s hand, drawing strength from his steady presence.

"Is there a problem here?" Travis's voice was calm but firm, his protective stance unwavering.

Christopher’s gaze shifted between the both of you, a mix of surprise and discomfort in his eyes. You knew from his look that he was aware of who Travis was. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "Since when do you two know each other?’’ he asked, shocked and hurt when he saw your hands intertwined.

‘’It’s none of your business anymore, Christopher.’’ You responded looking at your feet before meeting his gaze again, feeling uncomfortable. He went on to speak but Travis cut him off before he could.

"I think it would be best if you go back inside with your friends, don’t you think?" Travis’s powering figure was imposing. Christopher hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, before turning and stumbling back into the bar.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart still pounding. Travis turned to face you, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, trying to find your words. "Yeah, I... I didn't expect to see him. Thank you, for being here."

He squeezed your hand gently, offering silent support. "You don't have to thank me. I'm just glad you're okay."

As you continued your walk, the weight of the encounter lingered. Your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, and you couldn't help but be grateful for Travis's unwavering presence. He didn't press for details, understanding the complexity of the situation.

His protective instinct and genuine concern were a testament to the kind of person he was, caring, strong, and ready to stand by your side.

In that moment, you knew that this unexpected encounter had only deepened the connection between you guys. And as you continued to walk hand in hand through the city, you felt a sense of trust and comfort settling in, solidifying the special bond you were building. You had made your way to Travis’s car, riding back towards your place.

"You know," he began, his voice low and conspiratorial, "I was thinking we should do this again sometime. Maybe catch a game together?"

You turned to face him, a playful glint in my eye. "Are you trying to impress me with your football prowess, Mr. Kelce?"

He chuckled, a deep, melodic sound that made your heart flutter. "Maybe just a little. But mostly, I just enjoy spending time with you."

You couldn't help but smile, the sincerity in his words washing over you like a warm wave. "I'd love to catch a game with you. Just promise not to quiz me on the finer points of the sport."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Deal. I'll fly you out to KC and stick to teaching you the basics."

‘’When are you going back?’’ you asked him, realising he played in a totally different state.

‘’Tomorrow, I hope it doesn’t stop us from doing this again, because I really like you’’ he said as you reached your apartment. His gaze locked with yours. "You know, this has been one of the best evenings I've had in a long time," he admitted, a touch of vulnerability in his eyes.

He stepped closer, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch was tender, sending a wave of warmth through you. "I feel the same way," you confessed murmuring, heart pounding in your chest, blushing as your gaze locked with his. He looked down at your lips. His gaze lingered there, making his intention obvious as you moved even closer to him.

With your hearts racing, Travis leaned in, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin, a silent caress that spoke volumes.

Your breaths mingled and his mouth worked against yours. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a cocoon of intimacy. You could feel the soft press of his lips, gentle yet filled with a quiet intensity, as if he was pouring his feelings into that kiss.

His lips were warm and soft and there was a sweetness to it, a tenderness that carried all the unspoken emotions that had built between the two of you over the past few days. It was a kiss that tasted like promise, like the beginning of something beautiful and profound.

The kiss deepened, though still retaining its tender nature. Your mouths moved in a slow, synchronous dance, expressing a deep affection that had grown between you both. There was no rush, only the quiet assurance that you wanted to savor this moment for as long as you could.

When you finally parted, it was with a gentle shyness, as if you were both aware that this was just the beginning. Your eyes met, and in his gaze, you saw a reflection of you own feelings - a mixture of longing, hope, and a promise for the future.

"I don’t want to sound clingy but, I wish you didn't have to go," You murmured, a touch of longing in your voice.

He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I know," he replied, his voice carrying the same wistful tone. "But we'll see each other soon, and until then, you'll be in my thoughts every day."

You couldn't help but giggle softly, your eyes locked on his. "That's a lot of thoughts, you know."

His grin was infectious, and his hand cupped your cheek. "Well, you're worth it. Besides, we'll make plans, video calls, and send each other cute messages. It'll feel like no time has passed at all. Plus, I promised to fly you out to KC"

You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck as you got on your tiptoes, and whispered, "I'll hold you to that."

Your noses brushed, and you shared a tender laugh. You knew that goodbyes were hard, but they were only temporary. With one last lingering kiss, you reluctantly stepped away from each other, your hearts feeling a little lighter.

That night as you laid in bed, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within you, and you couldn't quite pinpoint the source of it all. Perhaps it was the unexpected encounter with your ex-fiancé earlier in the evening, a painfull reminder of a past chapter. Or maybe it was the knowledge that Travis lived in a completely different state, a geographical distance that seemed scary and daunting.

However, amid the chaos of those emotions, one feeling stood out like a beacon. The butterflies that danced in your stomach from the magical evening with him. The way he made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, the laughter you guys shared, and the electric anticipation before the moment your lips collied.

As the morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, you rose from bed and with a quick glance at the clock, you knew it was time to get ready for another day at work with the little kids.

After a brisk shower and a fresh cup of coffee, you got dressed and made your way to school, where you found Camille waiting for you in your class.

"Tell me everything, from the beginning!" she rushed as you fumbled with your bags.

As you recounted each moment, from the charming restaurant to the heartfelt conversation, you could see Camille staring at you with her infectious grin. Her support and genuine happiness for you made the memory even more special. She freaked out when you told her about running into Christopher, but she freaked out even more when you mentioned you and Travis kissing.

Later, as you stood in your bustling classroom, children flitting about like little whirlwinds of creativity, a soft knock on the door drew your attention. Opening it, you were greeted by a breathtaking bouquet of flowers, their colors a vibrant celebration. Gasps of delight echoed from the kids, their eyes wide with wonder.

A small note was nestled among the blooms, its message a testament to the thoughtfulness of the man who took you out the night before.

‘’I couldn't wait to brighten your day as much as you brightened mine last night, I hope you take me on my offer" it read, the words etching a smile on your face that could rival the sun's warmth.

To the note was attached a plane ticket to KC, scheduled in a little bit more than a week.

Part 5

To Be Continued

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back into you - choi beomgyu

summary: beomgyu is a sweetheart and you just want to be his friend

pairing: gn reader x choi beomgyu

genre: fluff; 1.3k words

a/n: gyu saying he wants to be invited to hang out more broke me </33 btw the other boys don’t exist here because they wouldn’t ignore gyubear like that

playlist: adoy - wonder, adoy - swim

if you didn’t know choi beomgyu by now, you were basically an idiot. choi beomgyu was a friend to all. people either wanted to date him or be him (or maybe both).

but there was only one problem.

many people saw beomgyu in the wrong light.

ㅤ

a typical day at school for beomgyu consisted of a few tasks: making the classroom laugh, making the staff laugh, making his friends laugh; basically just making everyone around him laugh.

once he completed those tasks and was back in the comfort of his own bedroom, he was able to take his mask off. be himself. fully, and completely. it’s not that beomgyu wasn’t a naturally funny guy, or that he didn’t enjoy bringing happiness to those around him, it’s just that he was starting to feel a bit burdened. on days when he wanted to keep to himself, people huddled around him, asking why he was suddenly quiet. if he was alone, people would look for him to make them feel better since they were feeling “soooo bummed about failing the quiz”

oh, and don’t even get him started on his love life.

girls constantly touching his shoulder, laughing a little too hard at everything he said to the point where it felt forced. it was almost exhausting.

at the end of the day, beomgyu was just a quiet boy who wanted to be loved. he had a bittersweet relationship with silence. during the day he desperately yearned for it, but at night it was like a reminder that loneliness came with it. beomgyu didn't want anything grand. he simply wanted someone who understood him.

it seemed like nobody understood any of this. nobody except you, of course. you noticed it. you noticed him in the library, headphones on while staring out the window. you noticed the soft smile on his face whenever the class was assigned to read love poems. you noticed the look of disappointment on his face whenever he tried to talk to his friends about a new band he discovered and they brushed him off. you noticed because he reminded you of yourself. to you, beomgyu seemed unattainable, but you were going to make it your mission to be his friend.

a few days later…

a test was coming up and you wanted to take some extra time to go over your notes. you decide to skip lunch and find an empty classroom to study in. after successfully avoiding any roaming teachers, you walk around the hallway until a familiar tune reaches your ears.

give me a feeling, slowly in a deja vu

it wasn’t loud at all, just enough for you to hear as you passed by a door. you peek through the window and see beomgyu doodling in his notebook while swaying his head. you hesitate before slowly opening the door, making beomgyu look up in surprise.

“sorry! it seems like we had the same idea,” you begin, “is it okay if I study a bit here?” beomgyu smiles and nods. “are you sure I won’t be a bother?” you ask, just to make sure. “no, it’s okay, really.” he reassures you before going back to his notebook. after a minute or so, you decide to make small talk. I mean, this is the opportunity you were waiting for, isn’t it?

“I really love this song!” beomgyu’s head immediately lifts at this. “really? you know them?” he asks. you nod and smile. “yeah! this one’s my favorite, but I also love their song lemon.” beomgyu gapes at you a bit before smiling and asking, “you’re y/n, right?”. you look at him with wide eyes, not expecting him to know you at all. “yeah, and you’re beomgyu?” you ask, already knowing the answer. you could’ve sworn you saw his ears go red. “the one and only.”

you and beomgyu spent the rest of the lunch period sharing music recommendations. before you left, he asked you for your number so he could make you a playlist. you felt like your heart was going to explode. a playlist? usually, you’re the one making people playlists, only to receive a simple thumbs-up emoji in return, and now beomgyu wants to make you a playlist?

the few days you two spent together turned into weeks, and then months. eventually, you and beomgyu made the tradition of meeting in the empty classroom every lunch period. it felt like the only time when you could quietly bask in each other’s presence. this was until it wasn’t. you and beomgyu were drawing doodles of maltese puppies and tiny bears in each other’s notebooks when you heard loud footsteps nearing the room. a group of people barge into the room giggling, making the two of you flinch.

“yo, gyu! where you been?” a guy asks before walking over to ruffle beomgyu’s hair. the guy takes a look at you and smiles mischievously. “oh, did I interrupt something?” you see beomgyu put on a fake smile before responding. “no, they’re my close friend, sometimes we study during lunch breaks.” you try not to blush at him referring to you as a close friend, and not just a friend. although, a large part of you wished for something more. beomgyu’s group of friends decide to make themselves comfortable and sit in the other chairs. beomgyu gives you an apologetic look before you shake your head at him, signaling that it was okay.

after a while, one of the girls looks at you with squinted eyes and speaks up, “gyu, they’re so quiet… how do you even get along?” your head lifts up and you fidget nervously, all eyes suddenly on you. “and what is this song? god, it’s putting me to sleep.” a different girl chimes in.

beomgyu slams his notebook shut before sighing. “could you all leave them alone? you know nothing about them.” he looks down before quietly mumbling to himself, “you know nothing about me…” the room is filled with an awkward silence before the guy from earlier clears his throat. “uh, okay, how about we just see you later?” the sound of chairs squeaking fills the room as they all get up and leave.

you turn around and place your hand on beomgyu’s arm. “hey, i’m really sorry about that…” beomgyu looks at you in disbelief, shocked, but not shocked enough to ignore the feeling of your soft hand on his skin. he shakes the feeling off before apologizing. “what? no, don’t apologize. they shouldn’t have said those things to you. they don’t understand.” you give him a smile before removing your hand, leaving his arm feeling colder than ever.

a moment of silence passes before beomgyu speaks up. “I can be myself with you.” you look up to meet his eyes, the two of you staring lovingly at eachother before the sound of the bell interrupts you, shaking you out of your trance. you both begin packing up and you softly grab his arm, giving him the warmth that he desperately missed. “would you wanna maybe…” you trail off, “do you wanna go to the new arcade with me this weekend?” beomgyu freezes and blinks at you as you continue. “I also know this really cool cd shop nearby, so maybe we could go… there… too?” you hesitate, starting to believe that you’ve crossed the line by seeing beomgyu’s blank reaction. you almost turn around to accept defeat before beomgyu suddenly goes, “yes!”. he notices how loud and awkward his response was before correcting himself, “I mean, yes, I’d love to.” you smile softly at eachother as he grabs both of your hands into his.

later in the week you receive a text from beomgyu.

gyu<3: can’t wait for our adventure tomorrow! :)

below the text is a link to a playlist labed “♥︎” and the first song is adoy’s swim.

I think of you

when I am sad and down

when the silence makes me cry

when it’s hard to try

I simply fall back into you

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tojisangrylittlething · 9 months

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12:15 AM - Megumi Fushiguro

summary: two teens who are in stupid love with each other.

wc: 1.2k words

you were laying in your dorm, just staring at the ceiling. glancing toward the clock on your nightstand, the time read 12:15 AM. sighing, you turned your gaze back to the ceiling. resuming your count of every divet and memorizing each cobweb. the only noise you could hear was your fan that was oscillating in the room. closing your eyes, you tried to fall asleep once more.

a few minutes go by and all of a sudden, you hear your phone buzzing. leaning over to grab it off your nightstand, you squint at the bright light, trying to read the caller ID.

megumi is calling...

answer or decline

you debated on letting it ring, telling yourself that sleep is more important. you do have that quiz tomorrow that you studied your evening away for.

you continued to look at your phone, trying to make a decision. tapping the green button, you raise the phone up to your ear, answering with a groggy hello.

"did i wake you?" his voice rang deep as it came through the receiver.

you rolled onto your back, "no, you didn't. i couldn't sleep anyways."

you hear shuffling at the other end. "neither could i."

there was a pause.

"i miss you."

you giggled. "megumi, you just saw me at dinner." he huffs out air "and? am i not allowed to miss my girlfriend?"

you smiled at the way he said it. the term still sounding so different coming from his mouth. so matter-o-fact. you two haven't been dating long, only a few months. the pining started way before that though. you both agreed to take it at your own pace, deciding to tell the others at a later date. until you were both ready to share the other with the world, as a couple. it's been so tranquil, just you and him basking in each other's energy. nobody putting their nose in your business. slowly knowing every detail about the other, becoming one.

"you are, i just wasn't expecting you to be this dramatic about it. maybe gojo rubbed off on you more than you thought" you teased him.

he could hear that smirk in your voice. hell, he can picture it in his mind right now. that smirk that seems to pull him in. a simple tilt of your head and he's captivated by whatever you will say or do next. how you hold yourself, the way you treat others, the way you treat him. he doesn't know what he did to ever deserve a shining light like you.

"don't ever insult me like that again."

you laughed at the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "i miss you too, honey."

he smiled big at that. you turn his heart into a roaring fire. filling his chest with an indescribable warmth. you are the only one able to turn his blank expression into a readable one. you make him feel things that he didn't think he would ever feel.

being a sorcerer, not every day is guaranteed. when you both discovered the crush you harbored for each other, it was different. how do you even approach that? you thought nobody would want to be with someone whose life seemed so...temporary. megumi was always certain he would die young simply because that's part of the job description. death was always an inevitable possibility. he believed that he would never experience true love or happiness or whatever it is they talk about in the media. yet here you were, in the flesh right before him. your smile so bright it was blinding, and the way your eyes looked at him with complete adoration? for the first time in megumi's life, he decided to be selfish with his own wants. he chose the security that you provided him. when he got one small taste of you, he wasn't letting you go.

"can i come over?"

this had become a habit. megumi coming to your dorm in the late hours of the night, only to sneak back at dawn. you worried what would happen if he was caught, but every time you said yes to him. you were addicted to his presence. he was so gentle with you and you felt safe with him. forgetting the everyday horrors of being a sorcerer just long enough while you lay in his arms. when it's you and him, the outside world ceases to exist.

"of course. it's unlocked for you."

"i'll see you soon." and with that, he hung up.

you smiled to yourself and put your phone back on the nightstand. just waiting on your lovely boyfriend to make his entrance.

it was just minutes later that you heard your door softly creak open, then shut with the click of the lock. you turn to see the dark silhouette of your boyfriend at the end of your bed. lifting your blankets back, you softly say come on. the bed dips with the weight of megumi climbing into it.

immediately your arms go for each other. needing skin to skin contact. your bodies entwine, with the type of physical touch only the other could provide.

one of megumi's hands was rubbing up and down your back while the other went for the back of your head. your arms were wrapped around his neck, playing with the wispy ends of his hair.

megumi lays feather-light kisses along the conjunction of your neck and shoulder. you let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling.

the more you become entranced by the rhythmic movement on your back, the more your mind wanders off. how long do we have? how much longer of this bliss until the cursed and the dead come knocking for us? you know deep in your soul that you would protect megumi no matter the cost. he had to be the one to make it. not you. the possibility of having to live this life without him...just that thought feels like a part of you died.

"losing you is not an option for me."

megumi pulls away from your neck, movements stilling completely. he is looking directly into your eyes, but with how dark the room is, you can't quite read the expression on his face.

"i can bear losing anyone else, but not you. it can, and will, never be you."

the hand that was on your back moves up to cup the side of your face, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. megumi leans in and presses a small kiss to the tip of your nose.

"i'm not going anywhere. you are the reason i am still alive. every breath i take, i take for you. do you have any idea what i would do for you?'' megumi presses his forehead against yours. "for you, i'd steal the stars. you want the moon? i'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for you. i never thought i'd fall so hard for you."

all you could see in this moment was megumi. the soft smile he wore and those gentle eyes that you could float around in. you could feel your eyes begin to sting with fresh tears. your chest felt tight, all the butterflies fluttering their way to the top. you snapped out of your haze and smiled at him. a big, beaming smile full of love.

such a foreign feeling, love. in a world where the odds were always stacked, something was looking out for the two teenagers hopelessly in love.

#fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #megumi x reader

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jxckchxmpi0n · 4 months

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can u do something where reader has a cat and ethan is meeting it for the first time!!

RAHHH!!! this is so fucking cute omg......

Cuddle Buddie

Ethan Landry x Reader || m.list

Warnings: it's just all fluff

word count: 1.1k

the urge to write this week is so high right now!!!! (tumblr fr fr giving me a hard time while writing this)

did not proof read (im so stressed this wont save again)

You haven't seen your boyfriend in about a week, with his classes and your scheduling time together seemed difficult. So, you both agreed that he would come over Saturday after he was done at work.

It was Tuesday and you were already done with classes, sitting in your shared apartment with Tara, Sam, and Mindy you sat on the couch mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. Your eyes landed on a post about someone giving away kittens, the post had said they would give the kitten the shots it needed and would give them away for fairly cheap.

One thing led to another, and you stood outside the ladies' house with Tara. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Tara shared the same excitement as you did, she stood next to you jumping up and down as the lady brought the kitten out.

it was a small gray cat asleep in her arms, and your heart melted the second you saw him. All curled up, what an angle. "He is just a babe" You reached in and held him yourself. "Ethan is going to flip when he sees him" Tara was right next to you softly petting the top of the cat's head.

A few days had passed, the kitten was getting used to the apartment and exploring the place. You and Tara both realized that he was in love with biting people's feet.

Ethan was supposed to come over today and meet the kitten. He actually had no idea still that you had gotten him.

He was eventually on his way; it was after his econ class so it was already late. you were getting some dinner ready for the two of you, Tara was out with Chad and Sam was out with Danny. you were excited that it was going to be just the two of you.

You had left the kitten in your room not wanting Ethan to walk in right away and see the little fur ball.

After thirty minutes the front door lock clicked, with the door opening right after. Ethan came walking in with a huge smile on his face. "hey, baby" he was towards you, his hand reaching your waist pulling you in for a sweet quick kiss.

"hey, how was econ?" you smile as you watch him set his keys, and backpack down. He comes back to you standing next to you as you stir the pasta sauce.

"It was pretty good, we got a pop quiz which I was not excited about but I feel like I passed it" you held up the spoon for him to taste it. He gladly took the spoon humming at the flavors.

"Wow, that's-" Right as he was about to speak a loud crash came from your room. Your heart picked up thinking what the kitten had gotten himself into. "What was that?"

"OH, ow you faked touching the pot which caused him to jump. He rushed to you to make sure you were okay, as you held your fake burnt hand, he took it from you to look at it. The sound from the room was long forgotten.

time had passed and you were both down with food, you were finally ready to show Ethan the kitten. "So actually, I have something I wanted to show you" you got up from the couch leaving him alone, running to your room you found the kitten sleeping in his tower.

"I honestly didn't fully expect this, but you know why not" Ethan was listen to your talk, his brain was running miles while trying to figure out what you were going to show him. Just as he had given up you came walking out with some weird lump in your arms.

As you got closer, he realized it was a kitten "Oh my god is that-" he sat up so fast, shifting his body so it was closer to you as you sat down. The kitten was awake, he was just chilling in your arms but once he was Ethan, he started to move so he could smell him.

He slowly but surely got out of your arms and into Ethan's lap, he looked at him for a moment before he started to mess with Ethan's hand as he was trying to pet him. "Yeah, I got him a few days ago, I went with Tara. I saw someone post about them and I just had to check it out."

Ethan was so lost in playing with the kitten he almost didn't hear you. "This is adorable, babe oh god I love him already" You smiled at the interaction between the two. "I just know for sure we are going to be fighting for your attention" Ethan looked at you smiling as the kitten kept biting his hand.

They played for the next thirty minutes, the kitten jumped around as Ethan threw his toys around, and moving to the floor the kitten would hide under the couch and bite Ethan's feet. Staying out of it your heart was so full seeing Ethan play with the kitten. You just knew it was a good idea to get him and you can't wait for the late nights like this to come in the future.

#jack champion #ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #scream vi #jack champion imagine #jack champion x reader #spider avatar #ethan landry smut #ghost face x reader #avatar spider #ethan landry x you #spiderman ethan landry #spiderman

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verve-wifux · 11 months

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Draco Malfoy - Busted.

Draco Malfoy / Reader.

18+

Description

Draco Malfoy had always had a soft spot for his Chemistry partner, ever since the first year. His lingering and affectionate looks always went unnoticed by you, especially as he had been preparing to ask you to the Yule ball. To Draco's dismay, a certain hufflepuff beat you to it. Cedric Diggory.

Ever since you had accepted Cederic, the soft spot Draco once had for you hardened, and all that is left is yearning, anger and lust.

When things take a turn in detention and secrets are revealed, can the two really resist eachother?

Warnings - Angry confessions, degradation, praise, Dom! Draco, detailed sex scenes, strong language, refers to character death, oral sex, M! Whimpering/Whining, moaning.

Side notes - This oneshot is set in the 5th year.

This was written especially for my girlfriend, so do not expect anymore.

Word Count: 6318

You occupied your usual table in the corner of the library, your nose buried in a potions book as you got in some extra study. Due to the time, 6:36 AM, the library was vacant, meaning it was the perfect time for some extra reading.

Your blue and white tie (symbolising the house you belonged to, Ravenclaw), was neatly wrapped around the collar of your white, buttoned shirt. Your robes were neatly disgarded over the back of your chair due to the hot climate of summer.

It seemed the heat this year had been unbearable, presumably due to the fact you never ventured outside. The courtyard was always overpopulated and overwhelming, more than often resulting in a headache which forced you to retire early to the Ravenclaw common room and miss supper in The Great Hall.

You sighed, allowing your slender fingers to subconsciously twirl a strand of your brown hair as you read about Amortentia. You did not understand why someone would trick another individual into falling in love with them, the thought actually repulsed you, but you studied the recipe regardless.

Making your brown eyes snap up from the pages of your book was the sound of your best friend's happy and lighthearted voice.

"Y/N!" Luna cheered as she skipped towards you, strange glasses propped on her nose which were tinted orange.

Despite Luna being considered strange amongst your fellow pupils, the witch had managed to weave her way into your heart and a smile bloomed on your face as you watched her near.

"Good morning, Luna. I see you slept well?"

Luna shrugged a shoulder, starting to pack away your things into your bag.

"It's pancake day! We have to get to the food hall before the Slytherins get there and steal them like they did last Tuesday." She grumbled, clearly still annoyed at the fact she had been robbed of her pancakes.

You attempted to ignore the way your heart dropped at the mention of Slytherins, your mind going to a certain student with platinum blonde hair and a nasty attitude.

You shook your head, ridding him from your thoughs, and closed your book.

"Fine, fine. Have you prepared for the lecture today? Professor Snape mentioned there would be a quiz today, didn't he?" You questioned, glancing to your friend as you slipped your robes over your shirt, which was neatly tucked into your skirt which fell to your mid thighs.

Luna scowled at you.

"My mind is soley focused on pancakes, that lecture is a future me problem! Besides, you and Malfoy seem to distract Professor Snape with your competitive debates and answering each lesson, it practically gives everyone else a free period!"

You gave her a flat look, and she shrugged playfully.

"I'm not lying."

You sighed in defeat, knowing your best friend was correct, even if you did not wish her to be.

"Will pancakes shut you up?"

Luna nodded sweetly, skipping from the library.

Your frown deepened at the thought of your chemistry parter, but followed after Luna nonetheless.

Draco Malfoy hadn't always been so dissmissive and fustratingly annoying towards you, there was a time you had been.. friends. It wasn't that you weren't friends now.. you were just simply.. distant.

In the beginning, Malfoy had actually been quite nice to you. He would slip you notes in class, coy smiles and a playful jab of his elbow when you teased him. But everything had changed last year, he grew.. distant and colder. Instead of chuckling at your jokes, he frowned and looked at you weirdly. He would brush your notes to the side, disposing them in the trash bins before even reading them.

You were lying if you said it hadn't hurt.

Eventually, you stopped trying. You sat silently next to him in potions class, and focused on Professor Snape's lectures. However, for the past 3 months, it seemed you two were always at each others throats, battling for the correct answers in class, trying to prove something to the other.

You scolded yourself for thinking about him, and followed after Luna. Immediately entering the Great Hall, you were hit with the strong smell of food - pancakes more specifically.

Luna let out a cheeful "yippie!", seemingly unaware of the attention she had brought to herself as she picked her seat and began to stack pancakes onto her plate. As you sat opposite her, your eyes noticed a group of people staring at you both from across the hall with judgy eyes.

You glanced over the individuals, a boy you came to know as Blaise . His eyes were narrowed at you in a judgemental way, quietly whispering to the girl next to him, Pansy, no doubt talking shit about your friend.

You narrowed your own eyes in return, glaring over at them before striking up a conversation with Luna, who was shovelling food into her mouth uncaringly.

****

Ever since your.. distance with Malfoy, you dreaded what used to be your favorite class. You found, as you grew older, it was harder and harder to focus on your Professor as your eyes always wandered to the side of Draco's face.

This time was no different.

Subtly, you let your eyes wander over his pale face and irritatingly high cheekbones. His nose was perfectly curved, his lips plump but not distractingly so. His jaw was strong and sharp, and you almost wanted to break it.

He was annoyingly attractive.

You forced your eyes to Snape, trying to ignore the way Malfoy's masculine cologne flooded your senses, making you a little lightheaded despite it not being overpoweringly strong.

He had removed his robe upon entering, grumbling under his breath about the heat, and had unfastened the top button of his shirt, his tie messy and loose around his neck.

You wished to fix it more than anything.

"Keep staring, will ya? It'll give me a head start on this quiz," Draco muttered, not taking his eyes from the Professor.

You stayed silent for a moment or so, was he.. talking to you? Your cheeks burned pink and forced your eyes from him. He had caught you staring at him, and he seemed entertained by the fact.

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy, I was simply scoping out the competition."

He scoffed, shaking his head at you.

"Hm? And what have you concluded?"

She let a sly smirk cover her lips.

"That no way you will be beating me."

That made Draco look at you, but you used all of your strength on not looking back. You felt his eyes move over your side-profile agonizingly slowly, making you almost self conscious. He hadn't looked at you for this long since... well.. last year.

"Stop staring, Malfoy, you need all the help you can get."

You noticed in the corner of your eye that he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, glancing away from you as he tried to stop a grin from taking over his mouth. He shook his head gently.

You smiled yourself at the playful teasing between you.. it was nice.

You had missed this side of him.

But soon, you were quickly reminded that Draco Malfoy was an asshole as you battled eachother for the answers to Snape's quiz.

However, when Snape tallied up the points.. it was a tie. Before either of you could demand a decider question, the bell went.

You.. you couldn't believe it. You'd have to wait until tomorrow's lesson to find out who had won, and by the sour look on Draco's face, he felt equally as disgusted and infuriated.

As Pansy passed, she giggled with a stupid high-pitched tone which made you want to slap her across the face.

"Unlucky, Malfoy."

She touched his shoulder mockingly, but he quickly shrugged off her touch, muttering angrily as he strode past her.

You attempted to swallow your pride and hurt, ignoring the way he hadn't even said goodbye to you and stood up yourself.

You noticed Draco had left his robe, and part of you wished to snip it up into teeny tiny pieces and scatter it around the room. But you knew without it, and Umbridge's new, strict rules, he would be in huge trouble if he was spotted without it.

Sighing in defeat, you picked up his robe, folding it over your arm, and went to follow him.

****

You did an awkward fast walk as you tried to follow him through the halls, but his long legs meant he walked infuriatingly fast compared to you. You didn't wish to run after him, nor call out his name. It was a rule that female and male students could not be within 6 meters of eachother, meaning you couldn't make it too obvious.

You had alwayd been a firm follower of the rules, and that was what made you hault outside of the boys bathroom, which Draco had just entered. You debated entering, or waiting outside for him.

You knew it was more risky to be caught by Umbridge outside of the bathroom, but what if someone was inside of there with him?!

You cursed yourself mentally, and went inside.

It was silent inside the bathroom, apart from the running of the tap. You peeked your head in, seeing Draco's hands resting on the side of the basin, his head dipped. His shirt was untucked and tight on his lean body. Lean but not scrawny. Veins ran up his bony hands, a few silver rings decorating his fingers, no doubt his house crest.

His hair was messy and disheveled, and you gulped.

"M-Malfoy?"

His head snapped up, staring at you through the mirror. His gray eyes went soft upon seeing you, scanning over you quickly, but hardened once more when he reached your face.

"Can you not read? This is the boy's bathroom."

You scowled at him.

"I was merely trying to return your robes, you forgot them in potions."

You threw it at him rudely, making him react and catch it with his right hand.

You were about to turn, but hesitated at the sight of him. He looked.. awful.

"Are you.. alright?" You whispered, your voice going quiet on its own accord.

Draco narrowed his eyes, looking at you hatefully.

"I'm not in the mood for your snarky and smart comments, so leave," He ordered with a roll of his eyes, rubbing a slight coat of water of his face.

You rolled your own eyes, muttering under your breath as you began to walk out.

"Cranky git.."

You gasped when you felt a firm hand, Draco's hand, wrap around your small wrist and pulled you back. He had moved so quickly, you hadn't even seen him nor heard him. He pulled you harshly, nearly making you collide with him if he hadn't steadied you.

"Say it again, I dare you," He gritted down at you angrily, and you felt small compared to him. You tried to look away from his penetrating eyes, but realised his other hand was on your chin, forcing your face up to look at him.

"Let go.." You ordered, but it sounded all wrong. It was breathless, and you couldn't stop the heat in your cheeks at his touch and the look on his face. He looked.. feral. Out of control.

"Let go, Malfoy," You tried again, sterner this time.

You held your breath as his eyes skipped to your mouth, and he licked his own lips before releasing a sigh from his nose.

He let you go, and you took a few steps backward.

You glared at him before turning on your heel and quickly left the bathroom. You gasped for air, it felt your airways were clogged with his cologne, your skin burning from where he had touched you.

You glanced behind you when you heard your name being called out, eyes widening when you saw Draco storming after you, his robes clenched in one hand.

You quickened your pace, having no idea where you were going.

Your legs burned with effort as you tried to avoid Malfoy, but he easily caught up with you. He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around.

"We can't be this close-"

"I don't fucking care," He snapped, and you peered up at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.

"Just.. I- I'm sor-"

"Mr Malfoy! Miss Y/L/N! That does not look like 6 meters to me, does it to you?" You heard Dolores Umbridge's annoying high pitched voice call out, and you sighed in annoyance.

This was all Draco's fault.

"For Christ Sake.." Draco grumbled and moved a singular step away from you.

"5 more, Mr Malfoy."

Dolores Umbridge rested her hands on her hips, staring up from under her pink hat at Draco.

He shot her a nasty look, opening his mouth to argue with her.

"We were just talking-"

"You are more than welcome to talk in detention, Mr Malfoy, not during lesson changeover!"

She glanced over him.

"Be sure to tuck that shirt in, fix your tie and be wearing your robes before attending detention. You as well, Miss Y/L/N."

You opened your mouth to protest.

"But I wasn't-"

"Another word and it will be 2 hours, rather than 1."

You and Draco stared at her silently. After a few moments, she hummed in satisfaction and floated away. Your eyes snapped to Draco angrily.

"I hope you're happy."

You stormed away before he could respond and did not look back.

****

You informed Luna of your very first detention, and she rubbed her face.

"I warned you Draco would only get you into trouble back in first year! You just didn't listen because you were head over heels for him."

Your mouth fell open.

"It's not my fault he chased me! Besides, I don't like him."

She raised an eyebrow from behind her book.

"Since when?"

"Since he started being horrible last year! He made it obvious he didn't like me, especially when he didn't invite me to the Yule Ball.." You muttered quietly.

"Sounds like you still like him to me. Why else would you still be bothered by it?"

You shot her an incredulous look, but didn't deny it.

Draco was nothing but trouble, you knew this and you didn't like him. Not anymore anyway... Right?

You gulped and stood.

"I gotta go, I'll be late for detention," You slung your bag over your shoulder with a defeated sigh.

"See you later?"

Luna nods at you lightheartedly, and you leave the library and head to Professor Snape's classroom, where you were being forced to complete your detention.

You sat in the back of the classroom, placing your bag on the stool next to you and sighed as Snape supplied you with paper, a quill and an inkpot.

Draco soon entered the classroom, sighing as he slumped into the nearest seat, across the room from you.

"How nice of you to join us, Malfoy."

Snape muttered, giving Draco the same instruments as yourself.

"Your father will not be as pleased."

His voice sounded threatening as they stared at eachother, and you narrowed your eyes at the interaction. You felt like there was a hidden meaning.

"You two will write lines for the whole hour. I will check back in on you both later. No funny business."

Snape went to leave.

"What do you want us to write, Professor?" You questioned and his head snapped around to you. You swallowed slightly.

"Perhaps.. that you will follow the rules."

And he was gone.

Draco and yourself sat silently for about 20 minutes, and you focused on writing your lines. You sighed after a while, resting your head on your fist.

"I take it you do not enjoy spending time with me?"

You glared over at Draco, before returning to your lines.

"Don't talk to me."

You heard Draco scoff, and rage boiled through you.

"You're so good, Y/N. It must be exhausting."

You looked to him, frowning. You waited for him to elaborate.

"I bet this is your first detention."

You stared into his eyes from across the room.

"I don't pride myself on causing trouble and breaking rules. It's normally quite easy to do."

"Normally?" Draco raised his eyebrow at you, his quill disgarded on his desk.

"Yes, normally. I don't normally have you running after me and getting me into trouble. Don't be shy, what did you need to so desperately talk to me about?" You crossed your arms, dropping your own quill.

Draco rolled his eyes, and you felt your anger burn brighter inside of your chest.

"Can you stop doing that? It's annoying."

"Doing, what, exactly?"

"Brushing me off!" You snapped before you could stop yourself, and you both fell quiet. He stared over at you in disbelief.

"You better be joking," He muttered, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

He stood up at your confused look, and walked towards you. You gulped, but didn't move from your chair.

"You shouldn't be so close-"

"You brushed me off."

His sentence not only cut off your voice, but also caught you by suprise. You blinked at him, a disbelieving laugh escaping from between your lips.

"And when was that?"

His jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes. He remained silent for a few moments, towering over you.

Just when you figured he was ignroing your question, he spoke.

"The Yule Ball."

You could barely believe your ears, what was he even talking about?! You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest angrily as you glared up at him.

"You didn't even talk to me at The Yule Ball!"

He groaned in fustration, shaking his head.

"I'm talking about before The Yule Ball! When you agreed to go with Cedric fucking Diggory!"

Your mouth fell open in pure shock, and his own face paled at his angry confession.

"All this time.. you've been mad at me for going with.. Cedric?" You spoke slowly, trying to understand him.

Was he being serious?!

"Why would you even be angry at that-"

"Because!" He snapped at you, shutting you up.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his anger faded.

"Because I.. You agreed before.. before I.."

He struggled to speak the words, and you were so so confused. You waited for him to talk.

"You agreed before I could even ask you. You- I felt like an idiot because I thought..I thought we were.."

He stopped speaking, and looked away. Draco couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed, too hurt.

He felt like an idiot.

"You were.. going to ask me?" You repeated in disbelief, and your heart sunk. You had pined after Draco since you had first met him, but figured after he didn't ask you.. you were merely his potion partner.

He sighed, shaking his head as he looked away from you.

"And you tell me this now? It's nearly been 6 months since the Yule Ball, since Cedric-" You trailed off, unable to quite speak the words.

Cedric was dead now.

"You've ignored me this whole time.. because you were jealous?" You snapped, cocking your head.

Draco opened his mouth to protest that he wasn't jealous, but he didn't want to lie. Not to you.

"I.. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I was.. jealous and embarrassed and I hated him. I hated him for taking you away from me, I hated him for asking you before I could!" He argued, stepping closer to you.

You held your breath as he neared impossibly close, his body millimeters from yours. He dipped his head to look down at you, his eyes staring straight into yours and filled with passion and truth.

"I don't understand..why?" You breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes.

He scoffed at you, shaking his head. His hands went to your hips, and he pushed you backwards until your ass pushed against the desk. You gasped slightly at his touch, and your hands automatically went to his forearms to steady yourself. You could barely breathe as he spoke, watching his face.

"Isn't it fucking obvious? I- I like you. I like you a lot, Y/N. When we got put together in potions, I thought you'd just be another smartass bitch. But.. you were so much more. God, I was so wrong about you, darling," He breathed with a soft smile, his eyes watching your mouth as he uttered the words to you. You flushed at his nickname, inhaling sharply at his confession.

"Draco.. I-" You whispered and he groaned, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Say that again."

You hesitated.

"Say what, your name?"

He smiles again, nodding.

"..Draco.." You whisper, your body trembling and hot.

Draco lowers his mouth to yours, and kisses you gently, almost testing out your reaction. You freeze when his soft lips meet yours, your fingers tightening in his shirt before you pulled him closer, kissing him back.

Draco's ringed hands went to the skin of your plump thighs, and he lifted you onto the desk in a slick motion. He kissed you harder as you wrapped your legs around him, holding him there. Your fingers ran up his arms and shoulders, wrapping around his neck as you pulled at his hair softly.

Draco groaned into your mouth at the action, one hand squeezing your thigh and the other going to your hip, stroking your skin with his thumb. His tongue swiped against your lips, looking for access as he squeezed your hip again. You whimpered gently, parting your mouth to allow him inside.

The kiss was passionate and positively sinful. It was full of lust and desire, unlike the innocent peck you had shared with Cedric when the two of you had snuck off for some air during lasy year's ball.

No, this was different. This was dangerous.

Draco's tongue dominated yours, licking and exploring your mouth with his. You melted into him, allowing him to take exactly what he wanted from you.

"You taste exactly how I imagined you would, darling."

You smiled against his lips, kissing him feverishly. His long fingers began to tug on your shirt, untucking it from your skirt and ran up your ribs.

"We can't do that in here, what if Snape comes back?" You protested, and he smirked.

"Then we'll have to be quick."

Your mouth dropped open.

"What if.. someone hears us?!"

Draco chuckles at you darkly, kissing your mouth as he reached for his wand, waving it as he muttered "Muffliato."

You go to protest some more, but a mere gasp escapes your lips as his lips drop to your neck, kissing over your jaw sloppily and eventually sucking your lobe into his mouth.

Your vision went white with pleasure, your breath coming in hard and fast.

"Draco!" His name was a prayer on your lips, nothing more than a breathless plea.

He smiled against your neck, humming.

"You're so needy for me, aren't you? So good and vocal," He muttered against your skin, and you whined needily.

"Stop teasing me."

That was enough consent for his fingers to glide over your stomach and up the valley of your breasts, beginning to undo your tie and the buttons of your shirt.

He threw it to the side, his lips attatching to your collarbone as he continued to swiftly undo the buttons of your shirt. His large hands ran over your sides, thumbs stroking your ribs before he removed your shirt completely, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

You felt goosebumps travel over your skin as his eyes looked you over, from your plump thighs which were hooked around his hips, the plane of your stomach, your breasts that were contained in a black bra.

"You're so fucking perfect, aren't you? My perfect girl.."

You moaned softly at his words, arching your body into his as you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

Your hands began to roam over his shoulders, shoving his robes away and exposing his white, buttoned shirt underneath. You smiled at the fact his tie was loose once more, his top button already unbuttoned. You pressed light kisses over his jaw and neck, swiping your tongue over his Adam's apple when you reached it, and let your fingers begin to nimbly undress Draco.

He smired at your eagerness, allowing you to tug at his clothes, slipping them from him.

"That skirt is dangerously short, you know that? Sometimes I bet you wanted to tease me, hm?" He cocked his head, and you nodded sheepishly.

"Maybe a little.." You admitted quietly, and his smile grew as he shook his head.

"Dirty fucking girl, aren't you?"

You kissed him again, full of lust and want for him as you tugged on his hair again. Draco's hands went to your thighs, squeezing roughly as he began to lift your skirt higher, taking it slow with you to ensure you could still change your mind.

However, you didn't.

You watched eagerly as he inched your skirt higher and higher, soon exposing your underwear which had dampened with arousal at his previous kissings and touches. You mewled as he tutted, your eyes feeling heavy as you stared up at him.

"Look at you, making such a mess for me already. I'll have to clean you up, won't I?"

You nodded with a breathless "yes" passing from your lips, moaning into his ear when his lips dipped to your chest and began to kiss his way over your skin, squeezing the plump of your ass. He let his hands roam higher over the curve of your back, undoing the clasp of your bra before he chucked it to the side carelessly.

His heart beats rapidly at the sight of your exposed chest, your nipples hardened due to the cool air and his assessing look. His hands go to your sides, his thumbs stroking over your sensetive buds once, dragging a moan from you as you shivered.

"Gods, Draco-"

"No one touched you here before, darling?"

You shook your head timidly, and his smile turned cruel and teasing. He tutted, lowering his mouth to one of your nipples as he kissed softly.

"Well then, I'm just gonna have to break you in, won't I?"

Your moans continued to leave your mouth as he kissed your chest, lightly sucking marks onto your skin as he teased your body. Your core fluttered at the feeling, growing uncomfortably wet after a few of his pleasurable licks. Your body arched into his mouth, panting out his name in desperation, your eyes closed tightly.

"Mhm, you feel so good, love," Draco muttered, pulling away from your chest to admire his work. You glanced to your chest, seeing his marks littering your skin, but didn't care.

You wanted more.

You wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him closer until you could kiss him deeply, sliding your tongue into his mouth and tasted him.

He chuckled at your eagerness, his hands sliding over your body, handling your breasts roughly as his other went to your hip, dragging you closer into him until you felt his hardened cock brush against your sensetive core.

You moaned softy, your head falling back as you let his mouth wander down your body. Catching you by suprise, his hands went to your thighs, and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. You gasped, one hand around his neck, the other clinging to the desk.

"What are you doing?"

He ignored your question, a sense of authority entering his voice.

"Lie back and spread these gorgeous legs for me, beautiful."

You swallowed but hesitantly followed his orders, a rush of pleasure rushing over you as you obeyed his command.

You slowly parted your thighs when your back was against the desk, breathing heavily.

"Now what?" You whispered out, your voice high pit hed and breathy.

Draco chuckled from above you.

"Lift your hips for me, love. Just like that," Draco praised you when you again followed his command, allowing him to slip your underwear from you, and carelessly throw them to the side. You felt exposed and vulnerable, your body trembled as you knew the only thing between your body and Draco was the flimsy material of your skirt.

Draco lowered himself to his knees before you, and the sight dragged a soft mewl from you. There was something so pleasurable about seeing him bow before you.

His ringed fingers dug into your thighs, sliding them onto his shoulders as he nuzzled your skirt up your hips. He pressed kisses into your thighs, sending you crying out his name and your hips squirming against his tight hold on you.

Before you could even speak, his mouth slanted over your entrance, and slid his tongue through you slowly, swirling around the bundle of nerves between your legs.

You moaned loudly, gasping in shock and pleasure and his action, his name dying on your throat. He groaned against you, his eyes rolling back into your head.

"You taste so good, little one. So fucking sweet," Draco nuzzled your thigh again before going back to your entrance. His tongue slid over you, rolling against your clit as he pressed a kiss there.

Draco worked you with his tongue for a little while, waiting until you were gasping his name before allowing himself to slide a finger into you. Your walls tightened at the unfamiliar intrusion, his mouth sucking at your clit gently.

"Draco!" You cried out, your head thrown back in ectasy and overwhelming pleasure. Your hips grinded against his mouth, willing to take a other one of his long fingers.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you? Ask me nicely, Y/N."

You gasped as he nipped your clit with his teeth, your senses shocking at the very slight pain, and body shuddering.

"D-Draco please. Give me another one.."

Draco chuckled darkly, squeezing your thigh roughly.

"You missed a word, darling. Try again," He prompted with a teasing smile.

You froaned in fustration, but swallowed, trying again.

"Draco.. Please, I want.. I need another one." Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, you couldn't believe you were doing this in the potions classroom, with Draco of all people.

Draco laughed at you, sliding a second finger inside of you and he curled them, hitting a spot deep inside of you which made you see stars.

"Such a needy little cunt. You're so desperate for me, aren't you?"

You nodded pathetically, crying out in pleasure as he sucked again on your clit. His tongue prodded you teasingly, testing your body in all of the right ways and you could barely contain yourself as he you gasped his name, your release rushing from you.

Draco moaned from down your body, his ringed fingers tightening on your thighs as you held your squirming body still, coated with your slickness, determined not to waste a single drop of your cum. He eagerly dragged his tongue over your slit as he swallowed every drop of your arousal that fell into his mouth, drinking like he had been stranded in the desert for a week.

You moaned loudly as you came, your half-hooded eyes watching him as he buried his tongue inside of you, dragging out your pleasure almost painfully. His messy hair tickled the tender skin between your thighs and your lower stomach.

When you panted for air, your orgasm fading and leaving your body trembling weakly, Draco pulled his mouth from you, kissing your sensetive clit once. You groaned at the sight of him, his lips plump and wet with your cum, some smearing over his chin.

"That is the closest to God I think I've ever been," He chuckled breathlessly, leaning over your body and kissed you. You whimpered as you tasted youself on his tongue, and kissed him back hungrily, desperate for more of him.

You tugged him closer, scraping your nails over his back and wrapped your shaking legs around his hips. As you brought him closer, his dick brushed against your sensetive clit and you both moaned.

"You're a minx," Draco scolded you, biting your bottom lip teasingly. You giggled softly, kissing him again.

"You like it," You teased, smiling up at him. The soft light of the classroom lit up his features, he looked godlike staring down at you with a wide smile.

"Mm, a little," He hummed, kissing along your jaw, letting your body return to your senses before he continued with your pleasure.

"You alright?" He checked in, and your heart fluttered. You took his chin in your fingers, and pulled his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.

"I've never felt better," You whispered against his mouth, reaching down to slowly pump his cock in your fist. His breath hitched, and his forehead fell into the crook of your shoulder as he let out a breathless groan.

"Fucking hell, love.."

You continued to stroke him from the base, swiping your thumb over his glistening tip and collecting his already leaking precum.

You stroked him faster, kissing his neck as you stroked his hair, letting him bury his face in your neck as he whimpers.

Draco Malfoy fucking whimpers.

The sounds Draco made sent you into a spiral of your own pleasure and determination. His hips began to slowly thrust into your hand as he panted harder, whimpering and moaning breathlessly as you touched him. His arm rested above your head, straining as he moved, his other still rested on your hip and squeezed gently.

"Merlin's Beard, that's- Oh my.." He continued to thrust himself into your hand, rolling his hips as he whined.

"Mmh, feel good?" You kissed his neck again, and he nodded, hips stuttering.

"I wanna- wanna be inside of you, darling.." He moans gently into your ear, biting down on your shoulder.

"Then what are you waiting for you?" You teased, and lined him up to your entrance. You swept his tip through the slickness that had been building up at his sounds and actions, and you both whined needily.

"You sure?" He gasped, he licked his lips, his cheeks flushed. His hair was ruffled from when you had been pulling at his blonde strands when he had buried his face between your thighs, his eyes gray and staring straight into yours.

You nodded, and with your permission, Draco began to gently fuck himself into you.

You cried out his name desperately, a searing pain shooting through you at the initial stretch, and you closed your eyes. Draco groaned from above you, his lips dropping to your chest as he placed sloppy kisses over your skin.

"So perfect..." He groaned, thusting his hips into your body softly, the arm above your head straining with effort as he fought against slamming straight into you.

Your pain slowly melted into pleasure as his movements grew quicker, your body not resisting him anymore and stretched to accommodate his impressive size. With each thrust, he hit your hilt, sending your body jolting and stars to your vision.

"Draco.. Merlin's Beard, harder," You begged him, moaning into his ear.

He grinned against your neck before his movements grew harder, rocking your body with each thrust of his hips, the desk creaking under you. The sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing filled the room, and he captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply.

He pounded into your body, groaning against your mouth as you melted into him, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him.

"You take me so well, made for me, weren't you?" He teased, slamming into you. He reached down, removing his hand from your hip to rub circles onto your clit with his long fingers.

You moaned out loudly, tears escaping your eyes at the over-stimulation. You sobbed his name in desperation, not entirely sure on what you wanted him to do. You could barely breathe, your body alight, all caused by Draco fucking Malfoy.

"Such a good fucking girl, feel you're close, darling," He continued, and you nodded with a pathetic whine. You felt Draco's cock twitch inside of you at your sounds, his own groan escaping his lips as he suddenly increased his speed.

He swallowed your moans with a kiss as you came on his cock, pulling at his hair as you wrapped your legs around him tightly. He whimpered, his head falling to your shoulder as he fucked his cum into your trembling body.

"Y/N.." He whined, muffled by your skin as his hips stuttered, still rubbing circles on your clit pleasurably.

It was an overwhelming amount of pleasure, and you could barely breathe. You felt like crying, your body shaking, clinging onto Draco like a lifeline. His little whines only fueld the butterflies in your stomach, both of you gasping and whimpering as he pulled out of you, both of you sensetive.

He breathed against your mouth, catching his breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Don't even think about mentioning that again."

You giggled, knowing he was referring to his whimpers, and smiled widely at him.

"Our little secret, hm?"

He chuckled darkly, kissing your mouth for a few moments before he began to re-dress your weak body, pressing kisses over your skin and stroking gently as he went.

He had barely returned to his seat when Snape entered, no doubt to release you both from detention, but hesitated.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Professor Snape muttered to you, leaning over you with his hands on your desk, a frown settling onto his face.

You nodded quickly, trying to feign innocence.

"When did you move into Slytherin?"

You glanced down at your tie, seeing you wore Draco's green tie. You looked to him, both of you noticing he wore yours at the same time.

You winced, glancing back to Snape with a sheepish smile and pink cheeks.

Busted.

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sw-33-ts-stuff · 11 months

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Hi. Can you do one with Amber x fem reader x Tara, pls?

Where the three of them are dating for months.

Wes started to bully the r and he told her to stay away from Tara (because we all know that he like her) but once Wes take it too far w the bullying and the r ended up at the hospital w a broken leg.

The only one who knows about the r being at the hospital was Chad (he's the r best friend). The r didn't told anything to her gfs because she was scared of them being mad about not telling them about the bullying from Wes.

Idk something cute like Amber or Tara picking her up and carrying the r around the school or classes while the other one is pushing the wheelchair. But noticing that something was off w the r when Wes returned to their friend's group (like they're all sitting at the lunch table at school and when the reader notices that Wes was coming, she scoots away panicking from Tara)

When Amber and Tara find out the truth they decided to confront Wes.

Idk something cute at the end?

“Pssst nerd.” You faced the front of your class trying your best not to pay her any attention. “Psssssssssst.”

“Miss Freeman is there a problem?” The teacher drawled.

“Actually yes Mr.Lewis my girlfriend isn’t paying any attention to me.” She smirked. The class laughed right as the bell rang making the teacher groan in annoyance.

“Read chapter 7 for the quiz next week. Amber since it’s the end of the class and the school day I will let you off with a warning. Please refrain from disturbing my class for your girlfriend…again.”

The dark haired girl smirked once more before picking up your book bag and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Hello love.” She whispered softly making you grin.

You glanced to see the teacher not paying attention and gave the girl a soft kiss on the lips.

“Did you really have to interrupt class to say hi?” She shrugged cheesing.

“Don’t know guess you’ll have to find out next class.”

You both laugh heading down the hall to meet up with the rest of the group. Ambers usual scowl coming back on as she glared at anyone looking her way. You both came to a shop at the door groaning as you saw Tara still in her seat next to Wes. Your annoyance towards the teacher for not releasing class yet and Ambers towards the bleach blonde who was leaning too close to Tara.

“Mommy’s boy really needs to take a hint.” You side eye Amber warily knowing her temper can sometimes get the best of her. You grabbed one of her hands running soft circles on the back making the girls tense posture relax. The door was slammed open as students began to run out. Tara stopping in front of you and Amber dimples on display as she smiled at the sight of you.

“Hey babe.” Amber leaned down giving the girl a kiss before she turned towards you brown eyes shining.

“Hi baby.” She stood slightly on her toes kissing you making Wes scowl. Everyone knew of the boys not so secret crush on Tara and his delusion of her someday developing feelings for him. It was actually thanks to him that Tara had given you a chance.

The smaller girl was wary of you at first. She felt you were too quiet at times and slightly intimidating but one day Wes got too close after school when Amber wasn’t around so you’d stepped in getting her away from him just in time. She found herself drawn to your soft nature and asked to hang out after school. It was during some random movie that she gathered the courage to kiss you. Her girlfriend was in the kitchen when she did so and when she’d come back out you’d gotten the opposite of what was expected. With a quiet “Thank God” Amber had pulled you in by the collar of your shirt and kissed you too.

This was 4 months ago and still going strong your relationship was better than those around you and was quite the scandal around school. Your friends hadn’t been as accepting but luckily Amber and Tara’s group welcomed you with open arms all except Wes who had little choice in the matter.

You were brought out of your thoughts by Mindy who’d looped her arms around yours and Ambers necks.

“Movie night at our house you guys in?” You both looked down to Tara. In public it may have seemed you both were in charge but the truth of the matter was that Tara word was law for the three of you. She knew how to calm you both down, always found a solution to any problem and she had you both wrapped around her finger. She nodded slightly making the both of you turn back to Mindy.

“Sounds good.” Mindy nodded running towards her car.

“BRING LIQUOR AND NOTHING CHEAP!” You all laughed as you went to the nearest liquor store.

Three movies endless junk food and a few bottles of cheap wine, you stumbled to the bathroom. Amber was too busy arguing with Mindy to notice you slip away as Tara’s head rested on her shoulder eyes shut as she’d slowly fallen asleep.

You had just finished washing your hands when you went to exit the bathroom a familiar head of hair coming into view.

“Oh sorry Wes-“

“You guys are fucking freaks you know that?” His words were slurred most likely due to the four bottles of beer he’d chugged earlier.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me your relationship is nothing more than some weird experiment. Tara deserves an actual relationship with one person.” You laughed moving past him.

“You’re drunk Wes go home.” He shakes his head scowling as you go back to your girlfriends. He watched as you sat on the couch stroking Tara’s hair as she curls into you ambers arm also around her sometimes placing light kisses on her forehead or cheeks. He felt his anger grow as she’d open her eyes and look to the both of you in adoration.

It was disgusting.

On Monday you had gone to school as normal only Tara had a dentist appointment this time and Amber went to take her. You were heading to your next class when you felt a harsh shove. You stumbled down the steps people moving aside so they wouldn’t fall with you. A harsh snap following making everyone gasp and stare as you cried out in pain. Your eyes were clouded with tears but you knew you’m saw bleach blonde tips in the crowd. A small smirk on the boys lips. It was as you were being loaded on the gurney that he faked a look of concern before leaning in close to whisper.

“Stay away from Tara.” When he’d pulled away the picture perfect look of innocence.

“Feel better Y/n!”

Asshole.

You were on the hospital bed being pumped full of morphine when your best friend Chad came in.

“Holy shit” He ran up to hug you, being mindful of the IV. “Are you ok?”

You stared at him.

“Right dumb question. What happened?”

“Chad..” you took a shuddering breath in. “Wes pushed me. He did this.”

Chad looked doubtful. “Wes?”

You nod. “Last weekend at your place he was talking shit and I didn’t take him serious but he doesn’t like my relationship with Tara.”

Chad still looked skeptical. “I don’t know Y/N Wes is a goodie two shoes I can’t see him pushing you on purpose, plus his mom is the sheriff.”

You clenched your jaw knowing this would get you nowhere. Amber stormed in with Tara trailing behind her.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Are you ok?”

You smiled slightly at the sight of your girlfriends. It fell the minute you caught sight of him with the rest of your friend group. You’d turned your cheek when Tara went to kiss you. Making it seem like you were just in pain. The two fussed over you as the rest of the group stayed to talk for a bit. Mindy was the first to sign the temporary cast as Liv followed suit adding her own “personal touch” (she’d found stickers at the gift shop downstairs)

When you were released the two girls refused to let you leave their sights. Amber more protective than usual and Tara was extremely attentive it both wanted your heart and gave you anxiety. They’d each taken turns pushing you in a wheelchair around their houses. They’d both insisted that crutches would make it more difficult for them to cuddle you. At home Amber would lift you upstairs and get ready for bed the two girls on each side of you. Tara cooked breakfast and tried showing extra affection becoming slightly disheartened each time you seemed to distance yourself from her. Amber had taken notice too when she’d given you affection there was no issue but you now flinch at the slightest touch from Tara. The smaller girl looked to her other girlfriend for guidance but neither knew what to make of it.

It was your first day back at school during lunch that Amber had realized the possible reason for your odd behavior.

You were all at the table eating and laughing when Wes had come to join. You already had been somewhat distant with Tara but you seemed to curl into yourself whenever the boy was involved. Your usual witty remarks became less and less, you were becoming even quieter than when they’d first met you.

You scooted slightly away from the brunette and began to pick at your food not speaking unless spoken to directly. Amber got closer to you.

“Babe are you not hungry?” You shrug as Tara overhears.

She places a hand on your thigh gently. You go to move but Amber holds you in place. She watches your eyes shoot to Wes, to Iess observant eyes everything would seem normal but she saw the way Wes’ eyebrows furrowed in anger and the fear in yours.

That night they’d taken you to Tara’s you’d asked if you could sleep alone. Amber and Tara were slightly hurt but respected your space just downstairs if you needed anything.

“It’s not you.” The freckled girl looked to her girlfriend confused. “Y/n still loves you, I think Wes might have something to do with her behavior.”

Tara blanched. Wes? Sweet quiet Wes who does nothing but love his mom and play video games. She thought back to see if he’d had any changes in behavior. He had seemed more confident around her always getting slightly closer than usual whenever Y/N was around and when they were alone he was a lot more open with his flirting. She nodded.

“We need proof.” Amber sighed.

“I have an idea that none of us will like.”

Tara was home mentally preparing herself as Amber hid in the closet. She had texted Wes to come over as she needed to talk to him.

Not five minutes later the doorbell rang.

“Hey Tara are you ok?” The girl took a deep breath remembering the speech her and Amber had come up with.

“No it’s Y/N I don’t think she loves me anymore.” Wes almost smiled but quickly put his hands on Tara’s shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful and sweet If she can’t see that she doe No sn’t deserve you. Neither does Amber.”

Amber huffed out a breath quietly.

Fucking weasel.

“I just feel like ever since she fell she’s changed. She doesn’t even look at me anymore.”

“I see you Tara I’ve always seen you.” The boy leaned in making Tara push him gently back.

“Wes I’m still in a relationship.” He sighed out angrily.

“Tara can’t you see I’m better for you? Were meant to be together, we have the same classes, the same interests, that’s why I pushed her she was in our way.”

“I’m still with Amber too.”

“Amber is an asshole she can have Y/n and she’ll be fine. You just have to give us a chance Tara.” He went to kiss her again not stopping when she’d lean away.

“Wes Stop!”

Amber had enough she went to grab the boy from Tara before punching him.

You awoke to the noise and began to climb down the stairs carefully and quietly. You’d kept a knife by your bedside as would any sane person who lived in Woodsboro.

“Son of a bitch!” The boy began to fight back tackling Amber into the kitchen. Tara yelled at him to stop once more. He’d thrown Amber against the counter top and back handed Tara who fell to the floor. The was a harsh stabbing sound followed by a gasp.

Tara looked to see you holding a knife in the boys shoulder he’d gone to attack again but Amber had stabbed him in his lower abdomen to slow him down. Pulling out before stabbing him again he’d shoved you harshly making you fall and lose your grip on your weapon. Tara grabbed the fallen knife and got the final blow to his chest as he’d gone to stab Amber.

“Do you see me now Wes?”

His body fell to the floor blood pooling between the three of you. You each scanned the other to make sure you were alright. You grabbed Tara’s face in your hands placing a soft kiss before doing the same to Amber.

Tara placed her forehead against yours one hand gripping Amber as she looked at Wes.

“No one will take you away from me.”

Her dark eyes shot to yours and Tara’s.

“No one.”

I hope you liked it 😅😭

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #mikey madison #scream #wlw post #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #scream vi #amber freeman x tara carpenter #amber freeman x reader #tara carpenter imagine #amber freeman imagine #amber freeman #mikey madison x reader

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nqmonarch · 3 months

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Afraid of Falling in Love

Short drabble before class

You cared about Jing Yuan more than you liked to admit. The two of you had known each other for a while, you getting to meet the esteemed figure after the fall out of the High Cloud Quintet. You'd been friends for hundreds of years, and for the last hundred or so you've been struggling to keep the relationship together.

You never would've expected it to be so difficult so be friends with someone you loved romantically.

You'd always been afraid of getting close to people, even now Jing Yuan was one of your two friends. You'd been alive hundreds of years and experienced countless betrayals that came with some problems. It wasn't anything big but all of the small things piled up.

You looked at Jing Yuan warily but he remained calm, his catlike smile ever present on his face, laying there lazily. You couldn't understand why he would trust outsiders with such an important task. He should've sent someone like you to go capture Kafka, what if these people were secretly working with Kafka? What if someone on the Xianzhou was working with Kafka?

What if... Jing Yuan himself was working with Kafka? Your heart dropped, quivering fearfully in its cage. He'd sent the outsiders knowing they would fail-- no, no that didn't make any sense.

"Something wrong?" His deep voice pulled you out your thoughts, easing your nerves. It was a wonderful voice, one you could listen to all day, you had to wonder what other noises it could make. How would his-- no, bad thoughts.

You trusted Jing Yuan sure, but... he was a native resident of the Xianzhou he'd eventually succumb to mara, and so would you. How could either of you trust the other?

One day one of you would be replaced by a monstrous creature, one that may threaten to kill not only citizens but the person you hold dearest. One day it would all be over. To love someone is to allow them to hold your vulnerable heart in threatening hands and trust that they won't do anything. It is to know neither of you will ever hurt the other.

It hurts most to be hurt by those you love, even if they're no longer themselves.

"Y/N?" The voice chimed again, and you blinked looking over to Jing Yuan across the chess board, "Are you upset with me?" His eyes looked at you with so much love you wanted to run away.

You moved the chariot piece in an attempt to corner him, "No, I trust in your judgement." He ignored your move, continuing to gaze into your eyes, causing you to shift a bit of anxiety welling up in your heart.

Jing Yuan reached across the board, resting his hand on yours, "But are you upset with me?"

You frowned, looking down at his warm hand feeling the callouses on it, "How could I ever be upset with you?"

"You're upset with yourself then," He concluded, removing his hand, and standing up with ease, walking over to you, his feet hitting the wooden floor.

You looked up at him quizzically, eyes drifting down to the hand he offered you. "Not really," You took his hand, feeling your heart speed up. You felt nauseated at being so close to him. It wasn't a particularly bad feeling though. But you felt sick.

Jing Yuan helped you up and then smiled at you, moving too fast for you to react and placing his lips on your cheek. "Be kind to yourself. Be happy for what we have now."

Sure, the two of you weren't in a relationship. You were pretty sure he was just waiting for you but... one day he won't be him, and you'll be forced to see him become what you've been taught to despise the most. But wouldn't it be best to enjoy his company while you still can?

You can't stop yourself from being in love, no matter how afraid of it you are.

Love is love, that's all.

am slightly sick so missed class today, which included a quiz, emailed teacher about it

teacher is like sorry we don't do makeup work

i'll keep that in mind if ur ever late on a grade i don't accept late grades and if you're ever too sick to teach class i'm not doing the work for that day unless if we do it another day in class.

it's very tilting considering in the past when i was in highschool we had a perfect attendance award (key word had) until some kid threw up 5x in one day while in school. bro refused to go home bcus he wanted the award.

don't incentivize students to come to class sick.

#reader insert #hsr #hsr x reader #gn reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader

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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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You Know It - Jude Bellingham

"Give me one more kiss before the boys arrive. But we'll be back before you know it !"

Synopsis: In which you give Jude one last kiss before he boards a plane to his match. :)

Now Playing . . . You Know It by Colony House

a/n: i failed my exam but i PASSED MY QUIZ. RWAGGGHHH IM CRACKED 🔥🔥🔥 i also fucked up the lyrics so it would make more sense hope u guys dont mind that LMAOAO

It wasn't rare that Jude had to go away from Germany to participate in matches, this was just one of the few times where you were forced to say goodbye to him.

Jude was extra smiley on the drive there. A big grin wrapped his face and his eyes glistened with joy and excitement.

Jude was looking out the window, admiring the clouds that you drove by, one airpod was tucked in his ear and the other was in his pocket. Jude tried to suppress his smile but he was ever so excited.

You noticed your smiley, giddy boyfriend instantaneously and you couldn't help but smile too.

"Why are you so smiley, baby?" you asked, grinning. Jude's head turned to you. "I don't know." Jude shrugged. "Maybe I'm just happy you're seeing me off." he added, lacing his fingers with yours. "Cringe." you moaned.

Jude cocks his head back in laughter. "It'll be those cringey romcom movies. The male lead chases the female lead in an airport to express his undying love to her after leaving his wife." Jude explained. You looked over to your boyfriend with a look mixed with confusion yet admiration. "When I put on those movies, I didn't expect you to actually watch them." you chuckled, tightening your grip on your boyfriend's hand.

"Oh, I do watch. You fall asleep 20 minutes in." Jude smugly smiled at you. You rolled your eyes, remembering the many movie nights you had with Jude which usually started with you sleeping and ended with Jude sleeping and you watching another movie.

As you parked at the airport, Jude gets out with enthusiasm. You follow shortly.

Jude was practically fidgeting with excitement, he was quite literally bouncing like he'd jump into the stratosphere.

Jude quickly took your hand to his, you felt his cold fingers hug your warm ones once more.

Jude looked at you with a smile, you could practically hear his beating heart.

The two of you entered the airport and made your way to Jude's gate where a private plane along with the other players awaited him.

"Are we late?" you chuckled, seeing Jude's teammates already boarding the plane.

"Jude, I thought your flight started at 11:00." you said, checking your watch. "I lied." Jude giggles, looking over to you like a child.

"Why would you lie?" you said, looking up from your watch, confused.

"Give me one last kiss." Jude whispered underneath his breath, you barely heard it. You were finding the words to say other than blabbing out flustered and confused sounds.

Jude's hand untangles itself from yours as he faced you properly.

"Jude Bellingham!" the flight attended had called. "Come on, baby. They're waiting for me." Jude hummed. You blinked and before you knew it you were face to face with your boyfriend as he looked at you tenderly and softly. You felt a blush wipe your cheeks.

Jude looks away from you for a second, at the gate was Giovanni Reyna and Karim Adayemi, his friends waiting for him.

Jude looked back, but not fast enough because your lips had quickly found his.

Jude's eyes widened and his heart fluttered out of his chest.

After a few seconds, you pull away. Jude stood there, bewildered.

You chuckled at your boyfriend's expression as you glance at the gate where Karim and Gio were fakely throwing up. You laughed.

"Now go!" you said, patting his side as he finally snapped into reality.

Jude's eyes blinked and his body flinched. A big smile wrapped his lips.

Jude quickly jogs to the receptionist. "Stay safe!" you shouted. "We will!" Giovanni shouts as Karim laughs.

"I'll be back before you know it!" Jude finally says before he gets shoved into the gate by Karim and Gio.

"That was so cringe." Giovanni groaned, continuing to push his friend into the gate.

Jude tried his best to look at you, ignoring the two grown men trying to push him. Jude waved goodbye at you which looked like he was flailing his arms for help.

You laugh as you wave goodbye too.

"I told you he watches rom coms." Karim says to Gio.

#iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #delulu hours exe

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manicformunson · 2 years

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Holding my breath until you write red handed part two 👀🥺

red handed pt. 2

master list

pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary part one here! i really wrote the first one based of a dream i had lol. reader goes back to eddie's trailer under the impression of tutoring, but things take a turn for the best

Y/N literally thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest as she fumbled with the hem of her gym shorts. Was Eddie serious about meeting her and taking her to his house? She was excited to see his trailer, she'd heard that he lives in the trailer park with his uncle, although she'd hoped they'd be alone.

Y\N mentally rolled her eyes at herself, why would she even wish that? It's not like she expected something to happen between them, but then again,

"I like my women sweaty."

That's what he had said right? She wasn't imagining it? The way he had looked at her after saying it sent shivers straight down her stomach and she had to calm herself down in the bathroom before class. It was a little embarrassing, he probably just was a flirty person and didn't mean anything by it, and here she was getting hung up on it.

On the other hand he had asked around about her, so he had to know her name right? Y/N wonders did he only ask about her brains or was he fishing for something else? She'll most likely never know.

So she chewed her lip to calm her nerves, looking around until she sees his poofy brown hair merged with the sea of students walking towards her, Y/N breathed a sigh in relief knowing that he hadn't stood her up.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a deal and didn't think you'd wanna be there." He said, waving his hand like it was the most mundane thing ever to be doing a drug deal but also to him it probably was. "That's okay! I'm just happy you, you know your here."

Y/N sounded way to excited and she wanted to slap herself, but Eddie smiled down at her, "Well yeah, where else would I want to be."

Want to be? Okay she's definitely reading into things. She just shrugged and followed him to his van, blushing like a school girl when he raced in front of her to open the door.

"Thanks."

"No problem princess."

If he doesn't fucking stop acting so fucking flirty she's going to read too much into things and ruin everything. Y/N had her bag in her lap, playing with the straps the whole ride and admiring Eddie's hands banging on the steering wheel in rhythm to whatever was playing.

She wanted to hold his hand, is that weird? She wanted to see how big his hands were compared to her dainty ones, wanted to feel the rings again her fingers and she wanted know if his hands were cold or warm.

After a good 15 minutes, they pulled into the trailer park stopping in front of Eddie's. Y/N saw there was no other cars there so maybe they'll be alone?

Eddie got out first and once again opened the door for her. "Here we are, my castle." Y/N giggled and stepped inside, looking around. "Looks nice." She complimented, and she wasn't lying she liked it, it had a very welcoming and homey feeling.

"My room is back here."

He seemed to ignore her compliment and disappeared down the short hallway. She was taking her time looking around until meeting him in his room. Looking at all the posters and stacks of cassette tapes, not even noticing that Eddie was sitting on his bed watching her. "Sorry for the mess-" She cut him off, "It doesn't bug me, it's comfortable."

"Yeah?" Eddie seemed shocked and she just smiled and nodded, "Yeah."

Y/N finally joined him on the bed, sitting a good few inches away from him and pulled out her English notebooks. "Okay so, what did you need help with?"

Short answer was basically everything.

Y/N and Eddie spent a better part of 3 hours going over To Kill a Mockingbird for tomorrow's quiz and she could tell he was getting a little frustrated.

"I'm never going to fucking get this."

He huffed slamming his book closed and burying his head in his hands. Y/N hesitated but rubbed a few circles in his back, "Yes you will, it's a little complicated for everyone! I remember the first time I read it there was a lot that I had to reread to really understand."

With her hand still on his back, she smiled at him in hopes of reassuring him but it didn't seem to work as Eddie jumped up, "Maybe we should take a break, this book is giving me a headache."

She watched him open a metal lunch box and pull out a bag of what she could only assume was pot. "Oh, I've never," Y/N felt a little stupid, like Eddie wouldn't think she was cool enough to hang out with if she's never smoked anything besides cigarettes.

He just glanced at her before fishing in his pockets for his lighter. "You've never smoked a joint before?" At least he didn't sound as judgy as Y/N thought he would've.

She just shook her head.

"I can teach you, it's just like a cigarette , you do smoke those right? I've seen you around town smoking." Y/N giggled, feeling so much more comfortable around him than when she had first arrived, mainly his carefree attitude which seemed to be having an effect on her too.

"Stalker." Y/N found herself laugh at him, blushing at the way he smiled back and took a puff before passing it too her. It couldn't be that different from a cigarette right? Just breath in and blow out.

So Y/N inhaled a shit ton of smoke which led to her coughing up her lungs and nearly falling over on the floor. Okay so definitely not like a regular cigarette.

Eddie took the joint from her and breathed out a laugh before patting her on the back, "Here, this'll be easier for a beginner like you." He inhaled what seemed like a hell of a lot more then she did, then held her chin between his fingers before blowing the smoke into her slightly agape mouth.

Wow. Um. Okay.

Eddie watched her with slanted eyes, keeping her chin in his grip and enjoying her face go red.

"How was that?" He asked with a smug ass smirk. How was she even supposed to answer that? Hot as fuck? Made her tingle inside? "Um, it was...good?" Suddenly, with the blunt now between his lips, he let his other hand fall on her thigh and rub it ever so slightly.

"Just good?"

Y/N couldn't even focus on anything other than his hand inching closer and closer to her now nearly soaking cunt, his strong ring fingers gripping the inside of her thighs. The best she could do was squeak out a, "'was great "

Eddie hummed in response and pulled his hands away from her, making a small whimper escape her. "Don't worry sweetheart, just need you to lay in my chest okay?"

He readjusted himself so he was leaning against the bedframe and Y/N in his chest. Jesus fucking Christ was this actually happening?

One of his hands gripped her waist while the other wasted no time to spread her legs apart. Her mind was a little foggy now with him still breathing the smoke right next to her face, muttering in her ear about how seeing her like his turned him on.

"You gonna let my hand in those panties princess?" Eddie mumbled, moving the thin line of her gym shorts out of the way to reveal her wet underwear. If she wasn't so horny and high she would've been embarrassed but it was hard when his fingers were playing with her clothed clit.

"Come on baby, you gonna let me?"

Y/N nodded and couldn't help but moan when she felt his other hand move to play with her breast. She needed something to cling to at this point, feeling around behind her before choosing his jean clad legs to sink her nails into as he teased her clothed entrance with his middle finger.

"Please, please Eddie."

Jesus Christ Y/N felt hot all over. She didn't even know what she was begging for but Eddie seemed like he did. He tapped the blunt out in the ashtray on the nightstand and slid his hand under her shirt, grasping the plain white bra she'd worn.

Y/N felt Eddie smile against her cheek and oh god hearing him moan in her ear seemed to send another wave of arousal straight to her pussy. Y/N arched her hips towards his fingers just as he pushed the annoying material out of the way and very slowly circled her clit.

Her nails dug deeper against his jeans, "Say, shit say my name again, just like that." Eddie breathed in her ear before sliding his middle finger inside her desperate hole. Y/N was more than happy to oblige, scrunching her face up in pleasure and softly chanting his name along with a dozen pleas for something more.

Y/N had never done anything like this before, nothing as risque as this, especially with someone like Eddie. God her mind felt heavy. Eddie the literal man of her wet dreams with two seemingly expert fingers deep inside of her, it felt like heaven.

Eddie could tell that she was close with her euphoric pants and the way she had started to grind her hips down to meet his fingers, all of it was making his erection less than bearable especially the way her hips moved against it.

So he runted up against her back and picked up the paste with his fingers, moaning in her ear as he did so before taking his hand out of her shirt to grip her jaw to kiss her.

The kiss was what Y/N had needed to completely lose it along with feeling Eddie's hard on behind her, nearly screaming as her vision turned white and clawing his arm and neck as she came.

Their forehead rested against each other, both gasping for air as Eddie slowly pulled his fingers out and rested his hands on her hips.

"Jesus sweetheart, that was fucking hot."

Y/N could only hum in response and silently plead for another kiss, which was granted. This one felt different, with a tad bit more emotion rather than heat of the moment sex kiss.

She pulled away first sitting up and admiring once again how beautiful and blessed out Eddie looked before noticing a wet stain on his pants. "Jesus, did you?"

"Cream my pants? Yes, but you should've seen yourself you were so fucking hot." Eddie grabbed her face again, kissing her desperately.

With his hands still holding her, she whispered, "I've, uh I've never done anything like that before." Y/N felt her face go red, but Eddie just smiled, "So my girls' just a natural?"

Y/N literally felt the air leave her lungs, "'My girl'?" Did she hear that right?

Eddie nodded and couldn't help but giggle at her shocked expression, both hands going to hold hers.

"I mean yeah, I'm not letting you go now sweetheart."

"Good."

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you smut #joesph quinn #joe quinn #hellfire club #stranger things fic

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miyaur · 1 year

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a slice of life. ❀ ft. hsr + genshin men — synopsis. just little scenarios that have happened to me with this one guy that i think they'd do<3 — notes. wtv the synopsis thing said!! i just think how these little scenarios went down in real life was so cute that i wanted to write something about it!! — heads up. hopeless romantic thoughts, these can be simple situations, but when i word it out, it becomes overly romantic. thats the warning yes, btw modern au!

・ you can't help but feel bored in class, watching the clock go 'tick-tock! tick-tock! tick-tock!'. your pretty seatmate just happens to be taking notes as the teacher discussed about something.. tapping his shoulder, he looks to you, blinking a few times in confusion. you give a cheeky smile and gesture you want to draw something, your ball pen in the air trying to write out words, blinking a few times again, he lends you his empty hand. looking back in confusion, realizing he wants you to draw on his hand. you do it with an enthusiastic look, leaning your chairs closer together, to get a closer look and tattoo his hand like an artist. as he tried to listen more to the discussion, he can't help but let a chuckle out at your happy expression as you drew stars, cats, and what not on his hand. and 'till class ends, he walks to the canteen with you on his other arm, and the other with doodles all over, out in the open for his friends to see.

dan heng, al haitham, xiao, zhongli, caelus, aether, arlan, albedo, chongyun, kazuha, more utc.

・kind of guy to pick things up for you that fell off your seat, even if you didn't notice it, and you don't have to ask him.

zhongli, dan heng, caelus, diluc, bennett, gorou, welt yang, yanqing, thoma

・keeps the doodles you give him in class.

dan heng, albedo, xingqiu, chongyun, venti, diluc, arlan, gepard

・let's you play with his hair on breaks/whenever, doesn't fix it 'till hours later

jing yuan, blade, diluc, albedo, cyno, gepard, wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, dainsleif

・ your eyes slowly closed, giving in to the drowsiness that you were gifted due to staying up for the test in the last afternoon. your seatmate beside you, he notices about 15 minutes later, instead of informing your professor, he put his jacket on you, and started jotting notes down. and once the expected pop quiz appeared, he'd lightly shake you, whispering that there's an activity, and telling about the topic while the professor finishes the small review for the quiz. "i'll let you copy my notes later, ok? this topic is easy, don't worry, remember to not overthink." he says, giving you a piece of paper. "i wasn't even really supposed to take notes honestly, but i know you love to take notes, so i wrote stuff down about the topic in my notebook, just in case you wanted."

dan heng, dainsleif, zhongli, xiao, blade, yanqing, gepard

・listens intently when you really wanna talk about something, gives serious advice back, or just comforts you, whatever you want.

dainsleif, dan heng, jing yuan, kaeya, zhongli, tighnari, ayato

・"take your jacket off! it's gym class you're gonna get sweaty!" x *takes jacket off

dan heng, caelus, albedo, al haitham, zhongli, baizhu, xiao, kazuha

・if you're busy and can't hold something that you need, he'll hold it for you, 'till you aren't busy looking for something in your bag.

dainsleif, zhongli, al haitham, yanqing, gepard, jing yuan, albedo, tartaglia

・ you sat beside him at the cafeteria, fiddling with your thumbs because you didn't have enough money to buy lunch, nor did you get time to pack your lunch and bring it to school, so your stomach growled. sitting beside someone with luxurious food prepared by his hands, and the delicious aroma that circled around you didn't help, all you could do was look at his food. delicately prepared, sighing in defeat and banging your head on the table. "you want something?" he asked when you faced him and his lunch. "i'm sorry, i can't help but look at your lunch, i haven't packed anything, and i haven't got any money, my stomach is roaring at this point too." leaning your head on his shoulder, "how about we share? i don't mind, just as long as you have energy for the next class. so you don't fall asleep again." cutting back to present time, still in the cafeteria, leaning your head on his shoulder as he feeds himself and you, he never fully finishes his lunch anyway.

dan heng, caelus, blade, yanqing, welt yang, zhongli, diluc, tighnari, cyno, kaveh, gepard

・if you ask for something that's really deep inside his bag, no matter what time it'd be, class time or break time, he'll find it, no matter how many times you ask, he'll get it.

zhongli, caelus, al haitham, welt yang, jing yuan, tighnari

・sitting beside each other on the bleachers after class, or during an event, no reason, just leaning your head on his shoulder, and holding his hand. in silence.

dan heng, blade, tartaglia, thoma, jing yuan, heizou, xiao, wanderer, aether, welt yang, gepard, al haitham

・being the only two doing a chemistry group project, the other members doing nothing, while you both fully enjoyed making the project together and making sure the others that didn't help get points

welt yang, il dottore, albedo, al haitham, kaveh, tighnari

・just sitting by each other on a bench in a park. a quiet park, where you both held hands, and bonding over the opposite music tastes you both have. and after 30 minutes or so pass, deciding to get matching ice popsicles on a stick together, just walking and having fun. even an old couple complimenting you both make a great couple <3

dan heng, caelus, welt yang, jing yuan, al haitham, zhongli, diluc, gepard, honestly any1 i love tis one sm

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Your soulmate's on the dancefloor

🍒My submission for @pirateeznet's First Anniversary. I love this net and family and crew🥹 🍒Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) 🍒Quiz result: Going to a club and knowing a stranger far too well- deja vu 🍒Prompt: Eye Contact for far too long, finishing each others sentences, and laughing too hard over nothing at all 🍒Song for inspiration: I don't know why by NOTD 🍒Genre/au/trope: smut, club au, s2l 🍒Word Count: 2,339 🍒Warnings: mentions of drinking (neither reader nor wooyoung are drunk), public sex, sex in a washroom, exhibitionism, breast play, fingering/jerking off foreplay, penetrative sex with a condom, I like you! Wooyoung still fucks me up to this day, he's a panty stealer too okay, yes 🍒Rating: 18+ MDNI 🍒Synopsis: after both you and Wooyoung’s hands meet to pick up the same drink, you soon realize this stranger is almost exactly like you in many ways. 🍒Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland my beta darling loves whom I owe the most to

You reached for a vanilla old fashioned at the bar but another veined hand closed over the glass as well. You furrowed your eyebrows in utter disbelief that someone would try to take the drink YOU clearly ordered.

The other hand came from a man who blinked at you, clearly expecting you to remove your hand first. You smiled brightly instead. "I'm sorry, but this is mine. A vanilla old fashioned, they said."

The red haired man shook his head and pointed a finger to his pierced ear. His lips turned downwards to speak of how he didn't have a clue what you said. You waved your hand to your face to indicate he should smell the drink. The obviously-dyed redhead returned a look of being unimpressed.

"It's obviously not a regular old fashioned once you smell it, you idiot," You said under your breath.

The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Did you just call me an idiot?!"

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, so now you can hear me."

"No, but I sure can lip read," The red head shouted.

"Oh for god sake." You shoved your drunk to the man's nose and he inhaled deeply.

His mouth made a pretty pink 'o' immediately. "That's vanilla."

You smiled again but this time it's clearly mocking. "Okay, I'm taking my drink now."

The redhead wrapped a hand easily around your wrist with your drink and locked you in. He waved to the bartender and demanded a duplicate of your drink. Soon, the man is double fisting, his original order and his new one, and motioned with his head for you to follow.

Curious and without any other solid intentions, you followed him in his jean outfit through the dance floor. The crowd didn't exactly part for him, insomuch as he flowed around the crowd. That either came from a dance background or the fact that he just did this a lot.

"Come here often?" You can't help but wonder once he takes a seat at a table.

"Yeah but it's only because the dj plays exactly what I love to dance to," The man said, lifting a drink to his lips and looking off into the crowd casually.

You narrowed your eyes down at the man and he couldn't help but smile. "What?"

"That's exactly why I come here-- "

"--Good beats," He finished your sentence.

"That's weird," You said, suspicion coating your tongue.

“Hey, Wooyoung, we’re gonna head to another bar--”

The voice behind you cut off as the redhead in front of you, Wooyoung you assumed, shook his head at his friend, eyes wide but smiled sunnily back at you. “Don’t worry about him,” Wooyoung assured you.

You lifted an eyebrow at him and moved to turn around but Wooyoung suddenly grabbed both your hands. “Only look at me,” He pleaded with a pout.

You laughed a little. “Are you afraid I’m going to fall in love with your friend if I see him?”

Wooyoung motioned with his chin to his friend behind you and you presumed he left because the set in his shoulders became relaxed. “No,” he insisted.

You drank deeply of your sweet yet bitter drink and made a noise afterwards. “Well I would be, if I were you.”

Wooyoung cocked his head, “Why’s that?”

“It seems like, even though this is the first time I’m meeting you, we are quite alike,” You mentioned casually.

The admission only seemed to spurn Wooyoung on. He leaned full onto the table, elbows braced and his chin in his hands. “Then I suppose, since we’re so alike, you and I, you were thinking that after these drinks are done, that we’d fool around in a bathroom stall.”

You blinked several times, pretty sure you had NOT just heard what had come from Wooyoung’s mouth. Wooyoung laughed, loud and clear, cutting through the heavy bass of the club. “Not so much alike then.”

Finally, your mouth caught up with your brain. “I mean I’m not saying no but I can’t believe you just put it out there like that.”

Wooyoung shrugged with one shoulder, downing the regular Old Fashioned. He made a loud noise of satisfaction. “It was the truth.”

You laughed, making Wooyoung smile as well. “Thank you for being so truthful with me.” You saluted him with your drink and finished yours, following his pace.

Wooyoung scooted closer to you, your thighs touching now. “Wanna share your vanilla concoction?”

You considered it. If you were about to potentially have public sex in a washroom, you’d need a bit of liquid courage to actually take the leap. You nodded resolutely and Wooyoung grinned. That grin seemed dangerous. You should have followed your gut.

Wooyoung sipped the drink and then tilted his head, wet and pink lips moving towards yours. With your previous sip still burning down your esophagus, you tilted your head, receiving his soft lips, and the drink that spilled into your mouth. Where once was the shot of the cocktail, Wooyoung’s tongue was the chaser, bold and teasing. You shivered as his warm tongue played with yours and you eagerly sucked on it.

When you two separated from the kiss, Wooyoung’s eyes were heavy-lidded. “That bathroom trip is starting to look even better.”

Lust was now burning a hole in your lower half right now, spurned on by the alcohol, certainly. You placed a hand high on Wooyoung’s pants. “If you keep kissing me like that, I’d say so.”

“Is it the kiss that excites you or the public sex?” Wooyoung wondered, eyes still lingering on your lips. His own were smeared with the tinted gloss you had applied earlier in the night.

“Both,” You replied easily.

Wooyoung laughed, “Oh, we are alike, you and I.”

It was easy to take Wooyoung’s hand and follow him into a bathroom stall. It was easy to push him up against the wall of said stall. You made sure to press the palm of your hand against his growing chubby. He whined at the attention and then slammed his lips down on yours. Wooyoung’s kisses tasted like vanilla and bourbon and you suddenly realized you were reaping the benefits of being similar to this stranger in the club.

Suddenly, the tables were turned and Wooyoung pushed you up against the wall, leg pressed in between your own. His fingers crept up your jaw, holding you in place to kiss you even more. Wooyoung moaned, growing into laughter. "Fuck, I need you."

You smiled into the kiss and Wooyoung pulled away. "You need me?" You teased.

"It hurts," Wooyoung pouted.

"You don't hear women saying that," You laughed and Wooyoung joined in.

Wooyoung dipped his head to place wet kisses along your collarbone. "Tell me where it hurts, pretty."

You rutted against his leg, Wooyoung flexing it just for you to do so. "My pussy is throbbing, Wooyoung, I need you."

"Fuuuuuuck," Wooyoung groaned, "That's hot."

"My pussy hurts so much, Wooyoung, please touch it," You whined.

Without further adieu, Wooyoung was pulling your dress down to reveal your breasts and you were pulling up your skirt to give him access to your dripping cunt. His lips encircled a nipple, rough tongue moving back and forth across the tip. His teeth applied slightly pressure and you shuddered at the teasing of the pleasure and pain. Wooyoung didn't even pause to dip two fingers into your wetness.

"Oh God," You said throatily. "Let me touch you."

You spit on the tip of Wooyoung’s cock when it was revealed and then you began to jerk him off in the stall as he teased your hole and smeared your wetness across your clit. The two of you were whimpering messes for each other, brains empty except for the pleasure that the two of you were giving each other.

“Wait wait wait,” Wooyoung put his other hand over your wrist, jerking your hand off of him. “You’re gonna make me come before I get to fuck you.”

“But I want you to come on my hand so I can taste you!” You protested.

Wooyoung chuckled. “Same, damn, we really are similar.” He shook his hair out of his eyes to look directly at you. “Except if I come, there might not be a round two. Let me treat you first?”

You let out a shaky breath and say “Okay.”

Wooyoung gently bonked his head with yours. “Okay like ‘get it over with’ okay? Or okay, like ‘I can't manage any other words because you just stole them since you’re a thoughtful lover and I didn’t expect that in the club’ okay.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his audacity. “The latter, Wooyoung. God, you’re ridiculous.”

Wooyoung’s smile hurts for some reason. It’s too bright for this dirty scenario and perhaps you feel your heart burst from it but you quickly shove that down, hard. Wooyoung went back to his messy kisses as he coaxed you to your first climax, which came real quick. He played with your clit like he’s been doing it for ages and you come with a drawn out cry into his eager lips.

You’re too busy coming down from your high to prepare for anything but Wooyoung has it all covered. He sucked down on his fingers, cleaning your essense off of them before he’s got your underwear off and tucked into his pocket before you even realize your body was moving for him. He gently turned your around, helping you arrange yourself so that your arms brace for impact against the graffiti-ed wall. You hear a tearing noise behind you and belatedly realize that he’s putting on a condom for you.

You whined, the sober part of your brain knowing he’s doing what’s right, but you want-- “No creampie?”

Wooyoung chuckled darkly behind you. “No creampie.”

He doesn’t let you wait long against the cold stall, his cock head is rubbing against your more-than-wet folds and even that stimulation has you whimpering. “Ready?” Wooyoung lifted your hair from the back of your neck and placed a wet kiss there too.

You feel like you’ve barely recovered from your previous orgasm but all that’s on your mind is getting Wooyoung inside of you so you nod your head despite your forehead rubbing against the grimy wall.

Wooyoung pushed into you patiently but now he’s the one whimpering. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those girls that only gets tighter after she’s come.”

“Wooyoung!” You chastise him but push back against him and because of that, Wooyoung finished filling you completely. His warm skin is against your ass now and you sigh in contentment.

Wooyoung rested his cheek against your shoulder blades, absent-mindedly kissing the glittered skin there before he began to move inside of you. His careful fingertips pressed into your hips to continue to bring your body flush with his and it only made your lower half throb even more.

“Be good for me, pretty,” Wooyoung murmured into your shoulder blades.

It wasn’t long before he was setting a pretty quick pace that had your lust curling in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter as Wooyoung thrusted into you. The drag of his dick, the fact that he had figured out that spot inside of you after only a few thrusts, the whimpers and grunts behind you all aided to your pending orgasm.

Your arms stopped being a barrier between your face and the stall wall a long time ago. Your cheek rubbed up against it as your hands moved over his on your hips. Only your nails digging into his fingers let Wooyoung know if he was going too hard or not hard enough. You didn’t have any room for words in your brain right now.

Soon, Wooyoung became a bit brainless as well. His hands, intertwined with yours still, were on your breasts, randomly squeezing as he saw fit. Your body was almost fully pressed up against the wall now as Wooyoung humped you from behind, his hips pressed against your ass the only leverage now.

“Oh fuck oh god, I’m gonna come, you’e gonna come right? You gotta! You’re so fucking tight around me right now, I swear every time I thrust into you now, you clench down on me in revenge. Pretty, we can come together right? You’re just like me, you’re ready to come and hard, right? Don’t bite your lip, I know you wanna, but just let out your noises for me, they’re so pretty, just like you tonight, mmmmmmmmm--”

Wooyoung choked on his own words and stilled inside of you just as your orgasm ripped through you like a punch to the gut. A grunt escaped you, your own breath caught as pleasure lit up all your nerves and had you slumping. Wooyoung wasn’t doing much better himself, a wordless groan coming from deep in his throat. His tongue swiped at the skin on your back as he tried to lick his lips multiple times. The both of you slid to the floor, your knees hitting the sticky surface, not giving a shit, however, you had just had arguably the best orgasm of the year.

Wooyoung was the first to find his voice, no surprise there. “Think I know why you were whining about a creampie now.”

“Fuck you,” You said weakly and he hummed in acknowledgement.

“Mmm, we did that already,” Wooyoung replied.

How either of you were going to find your feet and leave the bathroom stall was going to be a thing. Your brain already wondered if you’d have to endure an awkward avoidance of saying ‘see you later’ or if Wooyoung would keep your underwear but also give you his number. You didn’t know if it was love at first sight, or clicking with someone who was very similar to you was just doing it for you, but you knew after being fucked within one inch of your life, you definitely, most positively wanted to experience this again.

Dj got us fallin’ in love again by Usher pumped through the speakers and Wooyoung chuckled. It was beginning to be your favourite new noise.

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