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Just Seven Minutes

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 3300, Part 1/?

Part 2

Reader and Leighton are paired up for a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven at a Theta party.

Explicit Content Below! Read at your discretion.

You made the mistake of watching from within the crowd. You should have known better. A frat party, a lockable storage closet, and liquor did not mix well.

Your stomach dropped when the shirtless fraternity brother pointed directly at you, “You. Come on.”

“No, no… I’m just watching…” you protested.

“Them's the rules, pal. If you watch, you are liable to participate.” Suddenly, people were pressing on your back and pushing you forward until you stumbled into the center of the circle with him. He looked at you, “alright, what are you into?”

“What?”

“Boys? Girls? Both? Anyone? Come on, what are you into?”

“Oh…” you could feel yourself shaking, your palms getting clammy, “girls…” you answered.

The guy caught a glimpse of a blonde head trying to escape the crowd of onlookers. He pounced on the opportunity, “Ah, not so fast, Murray. I pick you.”

Your stomach dropped further. Murray? Murray?

You were frozen. There was a slight scuffle amongst the people surrounding the blonde. You think you heard someone tell her, “it’ll be fine.” Then she was pushed into the center just as you were.

Leighton Murray. Rich. Brilliant. Popular. Stunning. Recently out as a lesbian among the student body. Recently out of not one, but two committed relationships. Likely only here because her roommates made her.

You knew these things about her partially by way of the Essex grapevine, and partially also because you had been nursing a painful crush on her since Freshman fall.

She didn’t make eye contact with you, so you resorted to looking at the floor and praying for a sudden meteor strike in Vermont.

The frat bro began, “Alright, you know the deal. Seven minutes in the closet, no less. What you do in there is your business. The timer will go off at seven minutes but no one will make you come out until one of you knocks. And the necessary disclaimer, we can hear everything and that’s what makes it fun for us. Now, you both have the option to agree or to chug the cup.” He gestured in reference to a full red solo cup sat upon a table in front of you. It was filled with mystery liquid, a combination of the participants' drinks. You can’t imagine that anyone in their right mind would choose to chug.

The brother turned to you, “okay, closet or chug? What’ll it be?”

You took a deep breath, “closet.”

“Hell yeah!” He grabbed your wrist and held your arm up in the air like a champion wrestler and the crowd joined in on cheering. Then, he faced Leighton, “and you? Closet or chug?”

Leighton rolled her eyes, “closet.”

The cheers became nearly deafening as the man lifted Leighton’s hand into the air as well and then you were both quickly ushered into the closet, the door locked behind you.

It was a ridiculously stupid game. You shouldn’t have even been entertaining it by standing in the crowd. You shouldn’t have even come to this party. The only people who enjoyed this were the ones tipsy enough to find it funny, or horny enough to use it as an opportunity. If the crowd outside didn’t hear anything worthwhile happening, they’d shout through the door to stress you out and be disappointed if you left the closet without having done anything. If they did hear a show, though… they’d cheer for you upon your exit and everyone would be talking about it for weeks.

You stepped toward the back wall of the closet and slumped against it, sighing, but not wanting to be the first to speak.

Leighton kept a respectful distance from you and just glanced around the dingy closet with a look of disgust on her face. She wasn’t looking at you with disgust. Well, she wasn’t looking at you at all. But then you realized that you were looking at her and you quickly averted your gaze.

Time seemed to move at a snail's pace. Neither Leighton or you wanted to say or do anything, apparently. You quickly resigned yourself to the fact that you would spend the next seven minutes locked in a closet with a woman who you were deeply attracted to without a word shared between you.

To your shock, she broke the silence, “you’re in my calc class, right?”

You looked up at her and almost choked when you tried to respond. You cleared your throat and tried to play it off, “Yeah, I am.”

She nodded, “thought so. I’ve noticed you before.” You hoped that she couldn’t hear your heart pounding.

“I… I’ve noticed you, too.”

She smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder playfully, “hard not to. I’m amazing.”

That. That is what gets you everytime. She was amazing and she knew it and that was so fucking hot to you. You had to bite your lip to silence yourself.

She continued, “for the record, I think this whole situation is bullshit.”

“Uh, me too.” You agreed.

The blonde lazily examined her manicured nails as she spoke, “with that being said, I would rather make the most of it than not.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… we could ya know, see what happens…”

Your jaw dropped, “wait… are you saying that we should… what? Make out?”

“Well, do you want to?”

Your head was spinning. Of course you wanted to. But now she was standing right there and you couldn’t make yourself speak.

She shook her head, “nevermind… forget it.” She moved to take a step away from you and all you could think to do was to reach out for her. You gently grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“Wait,” you began, “I didn’t say ‘no’...”

She turned and looked at you, actually meeting your eyes for the first time. She was anxious, too. You could see it now. You dropped her wrist.

“Leighton…” her name tasted so sweet on your tongue, “I… I won’t kiss you… unless I know that you really want it…”

You watched as her eyes flitted down to your lips then back, “I want it… I want you… does that answer your question?”

This had to be a dream. You were certain of it. But then, it was only just a dream and nothing bad could happen from kissing Leighton Murray in your dreams.

“It does…” you respond.

Leighton stepped a little closer to you. Your shoulder blades pressed against the wall behind you. She leaned in, her lips suddenly only a couple inches from yours. She locked her gorgeous blue eyes on yours, waiting. She wanted you to go for it.

You whisper shakily, “you’re sure?”

The corner of her mouth raised into a cheeky smile and she nodded emphatically.

Between your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation, people outside of the closet cheering lewdly, and the tickle of her warm breath on your chin, you couldn’t think anymore.

You snake a hand to the back of her neck and twine your fingers into her soft, blonde hair as you make the move to pull her in the rest of the way and close the distance. You hear her breath hitch as your lips connect, and the two of you quickly find a comfortable position for your bodies to be in. You bring your other hand to the small of her back, holding her over her blouse. She leans her weight onto you as she drapes her arms around your shoulders and buries her fingers into your hair.

You exchange a few tender kisses as you shift to cradle the side of her face in your hand and kiss her softly. Feather light brushes of your sensitive skin against one another as you pull her just a little closer by her waist. But the softness isn’t enough and soon, all you can feel is heat and you begin to deepen the kiss. Your lips part and you lightly graze your tongue against her bottom lip. She shudders and allows you entry, meeting your tongue with hers in a short-lived fight for power that she quickly cedes.

You let out a moan from your throat that she only echoes. She presses herself against you more forcefully and kisses you harder and you match her at every step. Everything felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t help it, you had to pull back for a second to catch your breath. Your chest heaved and you opened your eyes to find hers.

“Fuck…” she whispered.

You caress your thumb over her cheek and stare incredulously at her, “do you… want to keep going?”

She chuckled lightly, a genuine smile forming on her face, “I do… Do you?”

You nod, “yes… God, you’re so hot.”

She smirked and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, coming at you with passion that made you melt. She let her hands roam your body now and you could feel her happily learning the feel of your skin and muscles beneath your clothes.

You want her without any shame now. Nothing mattered other than the gorgeous blonde and her pleasure. You grab ahold of her hips and back her up toward a low shelf in the closet. A simple swipe of your arm knocks everything off the shelf and then you lift her onto it and step in between her legs.

She gasps in surprise but responds quickly by wrapping her legs around your hips and you keep kissing her desperately. Leighton moans and pulls you even closer to her by grabbing your ass. Her hips start to rock, seeking any amount of friction she can get by grinding against you.

You groan and match the movement of her hips. You come away from her lips and start kissing along her jawline and down the side of her neck. Your thumb tilts her head by moving her chin and you apply pressure with your tongue to the sensitive spots that make her squirm, then nip at the tender skin with your teeth.

She holds you by the hair at the nape of your neck and sighs as she tilts her head back and away, giving you even more access to her. Her back arches and your arm moves to support her back and you slide your hand under her shirt and touch her skin. You faintly hear the seven minute timer outside of the closet go off but you’ve no intention of stopping now.

You glance at her blissed out face and breathe, “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” as you kiss around her throat and give your attention to the other side of her neck, pulling her hair lightly to move her head in tandem with you.

Her continued sounds in reaction to you are heavenly. Her little gasps and whimpers drown out the sound outside of the little closet and she becomes your whole world. She squeezes your back and digs her nails into you, desperate for more of you. She tries to say so with words, “I need… I… need…”

“I can keep going…” your press another kiss onto her neck and then her collarbone.

“Please…” she gasps.

You bring your lips closer to her ear and whisper your desire, “I want to go down on you, Leighton…”

You feel her body react to your words as a wave of arousal washes over her.

“Oh… god,” Leighton moans, “holy shit…”

“Do you want that?” You kiss along the edges of her ear, touching your lips to the hidden spots along her hairline.

“Yes… yes… please…”

“Yes? You’re sure?”

“Yes!” she bucks her hips against you out of desperation and whimpers, “please…”

You smile and return to her lips, kissing her hungrily as you slide your hands around to her waist and push her shirt up, exploring her skin. Your touch sends shivers through her body and raises goosebumps. She kisses you back with fervor but then lets out a quiet whine when you pull away to begin traveling elsewhere. Her disappointment is quickly eased as you start kissing down the front of her body and lower yourself to your knees between her legs.

You lift up her shirt as you descend and start pressing kisses directly onto the skin of her abdomen. She giggles lightly from the faint tickle of your movements and you smirk as you teasingly continue for a second longer.

She looks down at you with flushed cheeks. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and you take a moment to really admire her in this state. She licks her pink, swollen lips and runs a hand through her hair to push it back out of her face. Her legs shake just ever so slightly. She’s incredible.

You breathe her name again, savoring it, “Leighton…”

You reach out and tuck some of her hair behind her ear and then trail those fingers down the center of her body till they reach the button of her jeans.

You look up at her wordlessly and she nods her head. You undo the button and the zipper and start to ease her jeans down her legs as she lifts her butt off the shelf for a second to help you. Your eyes follow the denim as it slides down her thighs but then you see the lacey, pink panties she’s wearing and your heart skips a beat. You moan at the sight and she smiles. She grabs a hold of your hair again and makes you look back at her face, “like what you see?”

You bite your lower lip and nod, wide eyes staring at her.

“Finish taking them off…”

You grab the waistband of her underwear and pull them down, too, until her legs are free of the clothing and you drop the fabric onto the ground beside you.

You adjust your position so that you’re perched on your knees right between her legs and you start to plant gentle kisses on her inner thighs.

She keeps her fingers in your hair but leans her head back as you kiss her and sighs happily.

You grab ahold of her thighs and pull her a little bit more forward, til she’s perched on the edge of the shelf, and then you finally press your face in between her legs and give her your mouth.

She moans and immediately starts to rock against you, matching your movements. You open your eyes and look up at her with a sly grin on your face as you drag your tongue through her slick and then start to focus on her clit.

“Oh…” she breathes, “fuck… that’s so good…” she meets your eyes and lets out a desperate groan.

You keep going and can tell how pent up the blonde is. She holds onto your hair with one hand and white knuckles the edge of the shelf with the other, her ankles crossed behind your back.

This act of having needy, fiery, semi-public sex is so vulgar and so hot. You can’t fathom how this is even real. How are you going down on Leighton Murray in a frat house closet right now?

You felt like you could get off without her even touching you. Her taste, her breathy moans, her grinding motions against your mouth were more than enough.

She throws her head back, “fuck fuck… I need more… fingers….please…”

You nod your head slightly and shift your hand at her request, slowly sliding your middle finger inside while licking her clit rhythmically.

She takes your finger with a moan and then you effortlessly slide your ring finger in, too. You curl them and press the pads of your fingers against that ultra-sensitive spot and she starts to clench around you.

You time the movements of your fingers and tongue expertly and you can feel her climb to her peak quickly, “fuuck… ohmygod I’m so fucking close don’t stop don’t sop!”

She holds onto your head for dear life and you maintain your pace and then she finally releases, coming onto your fingers hard. Her entire body tenses, muscles shaking from holding herself in a precarious position. She moans loudly, head falling back against the wall behind her. You don’t quite reach an orgasm of your own but you feel pure bliss at giving her that strong of a reaction.

Her eyes shut and her face softens to a weak smile as you clean her up with your tongue and suck your fingers clean while you stand back up.

You step in between her legs again and reach out to embrace her. She accepts the contact, wrapping her arms around your chest and leaning her head on your shoulder. The affection you feel for her is easy to come by and you can’t help but send up a silent prayer that this won’t be a one time thing.

Your hand holds the back of her head as she leans on you and you caress your thumb over her soft hair. She lets out a happy hum and squeezes you a little.

“Wow…” she breathes.

“Mhmm…” you agree, “you’re incredible.”

“Me?’ She laughs, “I didn’t do anything!”

“You don’t have to.” You don’t hesitate to press a tender kiss to the top of her head and rub soft circles onto her back.

“You’re sweet…” she smiles, looking up to meet your eyes, “and freakishly good at that…”

You laugh and shake your head, feeling your cheeks flush.

“You must have a lot of practice.”

“Then you’ll be shocked to find out that I really don’t…”

She raises an eyebrow in doubt, “no way. I don’t believe you.”

You shrug your shoulders, “believe it or not, it’s the truth.”

She shakes her head, incredulous, and tucks her head back against your shoulder. You hear her take a deep breath in through her nose and nuzzle into you a bit. It makes you smile and feel butterflies in your stomach. You wordlessly return the gesture by taking a deep breath against her hair, closing your eyes and letting her undoubtedly expensive conditioner flood your senses. She smells like good espresso and silk.

“We uh… should probably get out of here, huh?” you ask.

She groans, “god… don’t remind me that I have to face everyone out there.”

“At least, it will be a disgustingly positive reaction…” you grimace at the thought, “if it helps, I will definitely stick with you for as long as you want me to.”

She nods, “I’d like that, thanks.”

You bend down slightly and grab her discarded clothes and pass them to her. Leighton smiles gratefully and shakily gets down from the weirdly convenient shelf and holds onto your bicep for balance as she gets back into her underwear and jeans.

When standing normally, she’s back to being a few inches taller than you. She looks down to meet your eyes as she buttons her pants and tucks her shirt back in. You’re gently holding her waist and getting totally lost in her brilliant blue eyes.

She flips her hair over her shoulder and rests her hands on your shoulders as she leans in and kisses you sweetly. Your lips connect and the tenderness of it surprises you in a good way. You cradle her jaw in your hand again and rub your thumb along her cheek, kissing her a few more times.

She pulls away and smiles, “you’ve made my night.”

“I’m glad,” you reply, “you made mine, too.”

You take another few moments to gather yourselves and then you brace yourself for the reaction from the crowd as you knock on the closet door to be let out.

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wosil · 3 months

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#renee rapp #slocg #leighton murray #reneerappedit #tslocg #tslocgedit #rrappedit #sex lives of college girls #mine #mtv #mleighton #mrrapp #mtslocg

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jjsmaybank20 · 5 months

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Maybe you could write a Leighton Murray x reader where they are already dating and reader is really physical with Leighton and she surprisingly loves it?

Physical

Leighton Murray x fem!reader

Summary: You're a very touchy person. How will that mesh with Leighton's distant nature?

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF

Word Count: 701

A/N: So sorry it took so long! Life has gotten int he way, so fics will be kinda random for now. I'll try to get back into it soon! Hope you like it!

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Leighton was never one for physical affection, or any sort of lasting attachment for that matter. Even if she slept with someone more than once, she never let them hold her hand or kiss her outside of sex. No hugs, no cheek kisses, no strings attached. She thought that this was going to be her rule for a long time, and that maybe it would be true for any of her future official relationships that she might have. As soon as she started dating you, everything changed.

She met you through Whitney, who had met you in the gym when she had been doing weight training for soccer. You had struck up a conversation with her, as you were a very friendly person, and the two of you became friends quickly after that. It didn’t take long for Leighton to realize that you were a very physical person. She saw you giving everyone hugs, and kisses on the cheek. When the two of you were formally introduced, you held out your hand for a fistbump. Leighton was lost, as she thought you were going to pull her into a hug or some other overly affectionate action.

When she asked Whitney about it, her friend gave her a sly grin. “Why do you wanna know? Did you want her to hug you or something? I thought you hated it when people do that, especially people you barely know.” Leighton angrily stutters over her words, making Whitney laugh. “I’m just teasing you, Leight. Y/N does that with everyone. She may be physical, but she makes sure not to make people uncomfortable. I promise, if you get to know her better, the hugs and shit will come quickly.”

Over time, you and Leighton began to hang out more and more frequently. Whitney’s statement held true, and you slowly began stepping up the physical affection as your friendship progressed. With these actions slowly increasing, Leighton began to encounter something that she never thought she ever would. Every time you grabbed her hand while you walked to class together, or wrapped your arms around her in a warm hug, a swarm of butterflies seemed to overtake her stomach.

When you finally asked her out, she immediately said yes. You were surprised, as Whitney had told you that Leighton never said yes to a date. She was a no strings attached kind of gal. Your date was extremely successful, and a couple dates after, you asked her to be your girlfriend. Once again, she quickly said yes.

When you arrived, the two of you were hand in hand to absolutely no one’s surprise. You escort the blonde up the stairs to her dorm room where her worried roommates are waiting for her. Before you leave, you grab her face and place a heated kiss on her lips before pulling back and laying kisses all over her face. She grumbles, as per usual, but when you turn around and exit, her roommates see something that they hadn’t expected. Instead of Leighton looking upset, she was bright pink and had a silly little smile on her lips. In her shock, Bela blurted out, “You like that?!” Whitney smacks her arm, but after a second she reiterates the question in a calmer manner. Leighton thinks for a second before replying, “Yeah, I do. I never thought I would like it, but I really really do.” This statement cures all of the suitemates worries, and they realize that they should leave your relationship alone. You were bringing out a new side of Leighton that had never been seen before, and it was obvious how happy you made her. She was changing her distant ways, just for you.

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flem17ng · 14 days

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“that’s not my leighton!! 😡🤬”

she’s wearing Vivienne Westwood…

mf that’s Leighton, she just found lesbian tik tok and refreshed her pinterest.

#also she looks hot #renee-ification of leighton murray #renee rapp #slocg #leighton murray #sex lives of college girls #plus she’s dating Alicia #that girl has style

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pezberrywhoreee · 12 days

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thoughts about these, chat?

#renee rapp #reneé rapp #the sex lives of college girls #leighton murray #tslocg #slocg #tslocg 1x5 #pezberrywhoreee #imagine that shes not having sex with a man ok #all of those are in real time btw #miss girl is quick lmaoooo #pleasee leighttttt #shes on a strap btw

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lopeirce · 8 months

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endless list of favorite characters - (9/∞) -> Leighton Murray (The Sex Lives of College Girls) “I don't want to be like this. Kimberly, it's terrifying. I don't want my whole life to change.”

#leighton murray #renee rapp #the sex lives of college girls #slocg #tslocg #slocgedit #tv gifs #wlw edit #mine #fc*#gifs #meme #wlwsource

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afterglowlws · 4 months

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Would pay an insane amount of money to see all these characters interact with each other

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rappicons · 2 months

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leighton murray icons

like if you save. x

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youngexwivesclub · 23 hours

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#lesbian #lgbtq #renee rapp #reneé rapp #queer #young ex wives #leighton murray #regina george #slocg #mean girls 2024 #silly blonde psycho #reneéchella #coachella #sapphic

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superhaught · 9 days

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Guard Dog

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warning(s): None!

Word Count: 1000, Part 1/?

Just a little Leighton fic based on this tiktok.

You stirred your drink lazily and refreshed the app one more time just for good measure.

No new messages.

You turned your phone off and sighed then finished off your drink in one gulp. The bartender swung by and cleared your empty glass and offered you another and you shook your head, saying, “just water, please,” hoping to sober up before heading home and putting this failure of a Friday night behind you.

A pretty blonde girl walked up to the empty barstool beside you and barked out her order to the bartender while preemptively handing him her ID, then she loosely directed her next words to you, “excuse me, is this seat taken?”

“Not anymore, go ahead.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything in response as she sat in the stool and began rummaging through her tiny purse, pulling out a compact and touching up her face of makeup.

“Did you have a date or something?” The blonde asked, not turning to look at you.

“I don’t know if it was a date,” you replied, “but someone was supposed to meet me. I’ve been waiting for over an hour.”

She closed her compact and returned it to her bag as the bartender was sliding a cocktail across the counter to her.

“And they haven’t messaged you, I assume?”

“Nope.” You responded.

“Asshole.”

You shrugged, “I wasn’t that excited about it anyways.”

The blonde nodded and sipped from her drink with an elegance that was both admirable and off-putting. You envisioned her taking family vacations to Napa, feeling comfortable on yachts, purchasing a new pair of red-bottoms every season.

The woman’s attention had been captured by her own phone, and you started to long for your bed.

You were waiting to flag down the bartender and get your bill when a random guy approached you, carrying two beers. You rolled your eyes without him seeing.

“Hey girl, you are looking fine, let me enjoy a beer witchu.”

You began, “oh, I was actually just-”

The blonde woman interjected, “excuse me, do you like, know this man?”

The dude groaned and slouched, “aw, come on we were just talking!”

She held up an index finger in front of him, “silence, mouth-breather, I wasn’t speaking to you yet,” then she looked at you expectantly, awaiting your answer.

You shook your head, “no, I don’t.”

“Do you want to know him?”

“Not really.”

She nodded and turned to the offending guy, “she doesn’t want to talk to you. Goodbye.”

“What the fuck? I was just trying to be nice!”

“Well, you’re not being nice, you're being a creep and she doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“Fucking bitch,” the man scoffed at blonde.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and sat up a little taller, “yep. Now remove yourself from the premises before I have security do it for you.”

The man raised his hands in surrender and backed away slowly, glaring at your rescuer, before finally turning and storming out of the bar with two of his buddies right behind him.

You exhaled, “Jesus… thank you for that.”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, “oh my god, of course. Don’t even mention it.”

The bartender returned and passed your receipt to you but the woman grabbed the slip of paper between manicured fingers and spoke to the bartender, “no, please put her bill on my tab. Leighton Murray. Thank you.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that.”

“I know but I’m going to, you’ve had a shitty night.”

“It’s really not necessary-”

“Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s nothing.” The blonde was putting her foot down and you felt completely disarmed by her. She clicked on her phone, “you were leaving, right? I’m calling you and Uber and I’ll walk you out, I’m not having you leave by yourself. He seemed like the type to wait in the parking lot.”

“You’re… that’s really above and beyond, I can’t accept-”

“I insist. Now, where are you heading?”

You considered denying her. You considered saying, thank you, but no thank you.

“Essex College.”

She raised an eyebrow again, “are you a student?”

You nodded, “I am, yeah. Junior.”

She smiled, “oh, wow! I’m a senior at Essex. I can’t believe I don’t know you. Come on, let’s just head back to campus together. I’m Leighton.”

You returned her smile and introduced yourself. She echoed your name back and then took hold of your hand, you thought she was just going to shake it but instead she stood up and gently led you out of the bar.

You glanced around the parking lot and didn’t see the group of guys, “seems all clear…”

“You can never be too careful,” she answered with a shrug, “do you want me to leave you be?”

You couldn’t help but look her up and down. She was stunning. Taller than you in heels, and likely without them, too. She was still holding your hand. Her skin was soft and you could smell her perfume. She used her free hand to run her fingers through her hair, pushing it back, and you were done for.

You looked at her lips and unknowingly bit down on your own, “No. I don’t want that…”

She smirked. A black car pulled up beside you and Leighton gestured for you to get in ahead of her.

You squeezed her hand and then opened the car door. She lightly touched your lower back as you got into the car and it made you shudder.

You quietly looked out the window as the car took you back to your college campus. You found yourself thinking about how it wasn’t fair for women like Leighton to exist because your hands were shaking and she hadn’t even done anything. You balled your hands into fists and sighed, not meaning to make a noise when you did.

“Is everything okay?” Leighton asked.

You were shocked out of your thoughts, “Yes! Well, no… I mean, yes, everything is fine, it’s just…”

“Just…?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you met the blonde’s eyes, “I don’t want my night to end just yet.”

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thatpersonthatisgenderfluid · 2 months

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Leighton Murray x reader

-Mostly fluff but a little bit of smut wrapped up in it-

An- I hope you like this just a quick little thing.

Someone would say they don’t know how you ended up here but you can recall it vividly. Sitting on the couch next to Leighton glancing at her every so often. You glance at her and she turns to meet your gaze. Her hand grazes your jaw with her angelically soft hands. The most gentle kiss shared between you two. The one that leaves your heart aching.

In this room with you she is a different Leighton not the façade she puts up with others. This is your Leighton that is soft, kind, and loving. You can’t help but look at her in admiration and love. “What is that look for?” She says.

You are broken from the trance. “I- um Nothing” You seem to almost stutter out. She has the most devilish grin on her face as she looks at you. She pulls you into a deep kiss that is slow. You are in perfect sync with one another. She straddles your hips sitting in your lap.

Your hands find her hips and try to pull her closer. If you could only absorb her into your skin, in your bones, into your soul. The desire to consume her entire being but yet that would still not be enough. Leighton. Leighton. Leighton. To lie with her not just in body but in soul and mind. To be ruined for everyone else, this is love. Love is not a noun in this but a verb the act of loving her.

Her hands on you as she leads you to her bedroom. The soft moans as you kiss the column of her neck. When you nibble at her collar bone the trembling in her breathing. This is love but it is simultaneously worship.

As you kiss her thighs she whines for your touch. When you finally give her clit the finest kitten lick she leads out heavenly moans. One of her hands grasps the bedsheets and the other is interlinked with yours. Her grip is tight as she arches her back off the bed. Here you are with the most gorgeous woman under you.

Her hair spread across the pillows as if a halo. It sticks to her face as she look to be fear off all worries. You want to memorize her, her taste, and her smell. The way she pulls your hair as she helplessly humps your face. Her moans echo in your ears even as they are muffled. The roughness of her heal digging into the back of her back, you can’t but moan into her.

Thighs tighten around your head taking your oxygen but you would happily lay to rest here. The gentle kisses and her gently smile of bliss. Life is not bothering her nothing is.

Though this moment may not be forever you want to make right now last. To enjoy her till your time with her has expired. The look in her eye as she smiles. The way her hands wrap around your hips when you cook. Gentle neck kisses as she distracts you from homework. Waking up to gently kisses on your shoulder.

“I love you” gentle muttered between you two not in the fits of passion but in the parts after.

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jjadmanii · 1 year

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everyone PAUSE. why am i into this?? WHY AM I SHIPPING THIS?? WHY DOES IT MAKES SENSSE?!? WHAT IS HAPPENING

#HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE ASS GRAB?!??? RENEE?!???#no im legit shipping them like it started as yeah theyre both hot and now they even make sense????#slocg #the sex lives of college girls #leighton murray #leighton x tatum #renee rapp

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jjsmaybank20 · 3 months

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ok can i make a leighton request?

Her and her gf stuck at Leighton’s parents house in NYC bc of the pandemic?!

The family loves R, thing she’s the best partner Leight has ever had and are always around them. Movie nights, cooking, drinking wine (it’s the pandemic Leighton’s parentswouldn’t care about underage drinking bc they’re being responsible by doing at home…like they have any other choice but yk)

Leighton would 100% love being stuck with her gf all day everyday but she definitely hates her family being added to the mix. They go on drives all the time bc Leighton wants to take her gf away and spend time with her😭

Leighton then texting with R’s brother/sister and asking if they can stay in the spare apartment R’s family owns bc she needs to get away💀

Then they start sneaking off just to be alone🤭

They definitely bake together bc wtf else do they do during these desperate times when they’re not having sex?!😭

Alone Time

Leighton Murray x GN!reader

Summary: Leighton is willing to go to far measures to get you alone with her.

Warnings: L-bomb, just fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: So sorry it took so long, I am behind on all my requests because of school. Just hang in there, y'all!

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You love Leighton, and because you love her, you want her parents to love you. Especially with her mother and brother, it is truly a hit or miss. Luckily, you won them over with your charming and caring personality, and innate knowledge of sports, movies, and celebrity gossip.

Thankfully you got them to love you just before the pandemic hit, causing you to be stuck with them almost 24/7. You had been visiting with Leighton over a break when the news was revealed, and your parents lived across the country so you wouldn’t have been able to stay with them. The Murrays generously offered to let you stay with them at their brownstone, and you jumped at the chance to live with your girlfriend and her family.

You loved becoming even closer with them, especially because you wanted to be with Leighton for the rest of your life. You would hold movie nights, game nights, and various other events to keep everyone entertained and distracted from the time pandemic put in all of your hands.

At first Leighton loved to spend her time with you and her family, but soon it started to get old. She wanted to have time with you to herself, instead of having to seemingly share you with her parents and brother at all times. Every time she tried to just be with you, her mom would snatch you away to talk about some gossip she had just heard or her brother would steal you to watch the Yankees game on TV. Even her dad seemed to be conspiring to never let you two have any alone time!

Finally, it gets to be too much for her. She reaches out to your brother, asking him to let the doorman of the apartment your family has in New York know that the two of you would be coming by. He teases her for a bit before telling her he would, and she thanks him profusely. The day after he texts her back, she snatches you up from the couch next to her brother and dad, and drags you out to the car. You are confused, but you follow her obediently.

As you walk around to the driver’s side, thinking that this was just one of your ‘let’s get away for an hour’ drives, Leighton runs around you and blocks your way. “No. I’m driving today.” This catches you off guard, as your girlfriend was a notorious passenger princess. You decide not to question it, but your suspicion never fully dissipates.

As she drives, you notice that she seems to have a purpose. She was taking you somewhere, not just driving around aimlessly. When she pulls up outside of your parents' New York apartment building, you let out a laugh. “Seriously, baby? Did you call my brother?” When she nods shyly, you giggle and wrap your arm around her, pulling her into your side.

You walk inside, thanking the doorman when he gives you the key and hopping right into the elevator. When you get to your floor, you unlock the door and Leighton quickly pulls you inside. She grabs your face and kisses you deeply, catching you off guard. Your surprise quickly fades, and you melt into the kiss as it gets softer. When Leighton pulls back for a breath, she sighs, “Finally. I haven’t been able to do that in forever.”

You laugh again, making a pretty blush form on Leighton’s cheeks. “Baby, we’ve made out almost every day.” She hides her face in your neck, murmuring something unintelligible. “What was that?” She repeats it, and this time it is audible. “We haven’t been able to do that without being interrupted or without other people around. We can finally hang out alone.”

You grin at your girlfriend before moving further into the apartment. “Okay, Leight. We’re alone now. What do you wanna do?” Leighton thinks about it for a moment. “I want to bake something.” You roll your eyes at her, but still smile, knowing how this was going to go. “Oh, you want to bake something? Or do you want me to bake while you sit on the counter and ‘look pretty’? Your words, not mine.” Leighton lets out a carefree laugh that makes you smile softly at her.

“Mmmm… The second one sounds good.” She grabs your hand and leads you into the kitchen, and you get to work baking her some cookies. She hoists herself up onto the counter and watches you move around the kitchen fluidly, every once and a while pulling you in for a short kiss. When everything is put together and you put the cookie dough into the oven, Leighton pulls you in between her legs. She latches onto you, locking you in and holding you as close as possible.

You smile at her and wrap your arms around her body, holding her close. When the timer goes off for the cookies, you have to untangle yourself as best as you can with the resistance from Leighton. When you pull the tray out, Leighton seems to completely forget about cuddling, and instead grabs the treats away so that she can have them herself. You laugh before trying to snatch a few back, but instead, Leighton holds a piece of a cookie out to feed to you.

You open your mouth for her, letting her put it inside before chewing and letting the delicious taste consume your taste buds. When you open your eyes again, Leighton is already looking at you with a lovesick look on her face. She places her arms around your neck and surely states, “I love you, baby.”

You smile down at her, wrapping your arms around her waist. “I love you too, Leight. So, so, so much.” You pull her into a hug, knowing that even in these difficult times, you would still have her support through all of it. She was the one for you, through thick and thin. Leighton Murray was the love of your life, and not even a pandemic could change that.

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