𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 {𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 + 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬}

𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 || 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪

⚠︎ smut ⚠︎
☁︎ fluff ☁︎

𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙤𝙗 (𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 "𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣", 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭

i sit down at our chemistry table, waiting on the bell to ring. "hi, kitten." demetri says and gives me a small peck on the lips.

"hi, bup." i say.

"can you guys not? you just saw each other less than an hour ago." miguel says.

"hush! they're cute together." sam defends us, making me giggle.

i get an idea to tease him; to make him sexually frustrated. i slowly rub my hand over his thigh making him look at me.

"what, baby?" i ask "innocently".

"what are you doing, kitten?"

"nothing, dem."

he starts fidgeting as i get closer and closer to his semi hard bulge. finally, i run my palm along his clothed shaft, making him elicit a moan and tense up.

"stop." he demands.

"make me."

"you'll regret it." he warns.

"ooh, so intimidating." i tease as i start to unzip his pants. "we all know that i'm the dominant one in this relationship, dem."

"(y/n), we're in class."

"no shit." i say and reach my hand into his boxers without anyone looking.

"(y/n)." he hisses as i run my thumb over his tip. "what if someone sees?"

"they can watch." i start pumping him.

"oh, (y/n)-" he gets cut off by the bell ringing and i fish my hand out of his pants.

"good afternoon, class."

"bup, your fly's unzipped." i say like a smart ass.

"fuck you." he spits.

"not right now. maybe later."

♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎ ♡︎

i drive us back to my house in silence, neither one of us daring to speak a word until he starts whining.

"come on, (y/n/n). please? i'm desperate. you've been teasing me all day. i need you." he says, squirming in his seat.

i smirk. "show me."

"what?" he asks.

"show me how you pleasure yourself when i'm not around."

"a-are you serious?"

i nod and pull over onto the side of the road. "i am." i say.

"wh-what? h-here? right n-now?" he stutters as his voice cracks.

"did i stutter?"

"no." he says quietly.

"take off your pants, dem." i instruct and he blushes. he does as he's told. "good boy." (eeewwwww sorry... not really, but still ew)