philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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xciii||prove it
*smut warning
"What?" Regulus mumbles, still clutching onto her face with his large hand, his eyebrows pulling together slightly.
"Prove i—"
She can't even finish before his lips are slammed against hers, Regulus' hand moving back to grasp onto her hair whilst kissing her lips roughly and desperately. He pushes her back onto the sheets gently, her lips pressing against his forcefully and breathlessly, putting all the built up anger and frustration into that one kiss.
He slows the kiss down, kissing her gently and with love as his hand slides up her bare thigh and under her school skirt. Maria tugs at his hair roughly, feeling a soft moan escape her lips when his hand gets closer and closer to where she wants him.
"Slower—slower." Regulus mumbles against her lips, pulling back for a second, making her wonder why he needs to be slow about it. "Let me make you feel good, sweetheart." He whispers in her ear, his lips dragging up it before he goes to leaving sloppy kisses down her neck, his hand still under her skirt caressing the skin on her thigh softly.
He unbuttons her shirt slowly, sitting her up in his lap and she feels him hard against his trousers on her clothed heat. As he slides her shirt off her shoulders slowly, he kisses down her collarbone and breasts, reaching behind her and sliding her fingers tentatively up her spine making her back arch towards him at the feeling. He unclasps her bra, letting it fall from her as he stares into her eyes lovingly.
She unbuttons his off-white shirt slowly, shrugging it off him and trailing her fingertips down his chest, moving ever so slightly on his lap and he pulls her even closer by her ass, Maria grabbing onto his shoulders at the sudden movement. He grins up at her, feeling her breasts against his chest and she grabs his face with her hands cupping his jawline and pulling his lips onto her own softly.
His hands slide up her back, arms wrapped around her waist and he lowers her back onto the emerald sheets, her legs wrapped around his torso tightly, pulling him against her.
"You're so fucking pretty." Regulus mumbles as he kisses down the valley between her breasts, leaving faint purple marks in his trail down her stomach until he reaches her skirt, pulling it down her legs.
Maria looks at him as he hooks his fingers through the waistband of et underwear, looking up at her and raising his eyebrows for consent.
"I want you to prove it." Maria whispers and he smirks slightly. She knows he can prove it in other ways like being with her all the time and never speaking to another girl again. Well, maybe that's a tad extreme. But she wants to feel this. To feel good. She needs his apology in more than words like 'I'm sorry' and 'I only love you'. She needs to feel his desperation for her.
