ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒ ~ Arny Parsons x Fem Reader

Chapter Six

"Please make sure you get a copy of Pride & Prejudice by Friday," your English teacher announces a few minutes before class.

You begin to pack your things into your backpack and leave as soon as the bell sounds. As you walk out of them classroom, Arny jumps from around the corner and pulls you in.

"Hey there," he smiles.

"Hi," you giggle. "What are you doing here? Don't you have class?"

"I have the rest of them after two," he smirks.

"What are you planning?" You narrow your eyes at the dark look behind his.

"This," he says throwing you over his shoulder and running off campus to his car.

He tosses you into the passenger seat through the driver's side and locks the doors.

You are too stunned to think and turn only to have his lips slam on yours. You instantly react to the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping into his lap.

Arny's hands find their way underneath your skirt gripping your ass and pushing your core against his. You gasp at the feeling of him against you, and he takes that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You moan into his mouth, and Arny sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. Slowly gaining the confidence, you grind your hips against Arny on your own. You have fistfuls of his shirt in your hands, holding him as close as you can.

A sudden knock makes you jump, but Arny holds you in place with one arm as he rolls the window down.

"You two having fun?" Brandon asks cheekily.

You squirm in attempt to get off of Arny's lap, but Arny keeps a firm grip around your waist.

"We were until you ruined the moment," Arny rolls his eyes. "Love, please stay still."

"No," you pout and continue to squirm.

"Excuse us, Brandon. We actually have plans," Arny says politely.

"Have fun, kiddos," Brandon smirks. "Good luck, y/n."

Only then do you still.

What could I possibly need luck for? You think to yourself.

Arny finally releases his grip on you and allows you to sit in the passenger seat, but he leaves his hand on your thigh. Arny trails his fingers lightly in patterns over your skin, slowly going underneath your skirt.

"Arny-" you gasp as he cups your core over your undies.

"Sorry, did you say something?" He asks feigning confusion.

You're at a complete loss of words as he rubs you through the thin lace fabric. You throw your head back in pleasure as Arny speeds down the highway with his hand up your skirt. Your breath is coming out in heaves, and your undies are becoming damper.

Arny moves your undies aside, running his middle finger up and down your folds. You try to close your thighs but yelp at the smack they receive.

"Keep your legs open, understand?" Arny says without taking his eyes off the road.

You oblige and open your thighs, but that doesn't please Arny. He grabs you by the inside of your knee and pulls your leg up.

"Hold them here please," he orders.

"Yes, sir," you pant out and place your hands where he had his a moment before.

He begins running his middle and ring fingers over your folds again, earning a moan from you. Arny inserts his fingers, pumping them at a steady pace.

"Fuck!" You nearly scream. "Arny!"

"Don't cum, y/n. You are not allowed to cum," Arny says picking up his pace.

"Please! I can't- I can't hold it!" You pant out.

"There will be punishment if you cum, y/n," Arny warns. "You do not cum until I say so, understood.

"Yes," you moan out.

You grip onto your thighs, drawing blood at how hard you sink your nails in. It's taking everything in you not to let go. You hold onto the last of your climax, but it's beginning to hurt.

"Arny, please! I can't anymore! Please! I'll do anything!" You beg, your breaths coming out in heavy pants.

"You swear?" Arny looks at you cautiously.

"Swear," you nearly shout.

"Cum for me, baby. Let go," he says.

You let out a pleasured scream as a high-pitched ringing runs through your ears. Your voice cuts out short, but you can't tell because you feel so tired now. You're panting like you do after a morning jog, but you've done nothing except sit here and let this man do as he pleases with you.

"You did so good," Arny praises as he rubs your inner thigh gently. "I'm very proud of you, love."

You're not used to praise, so his words cause a scarlet color to rise in your cheeks. Your body twitches slightly when Arny moves your undies back in place, a smirk coming over his lips at his accomplishment.

It takes you a moment to come to your senses, and you blush harshly at the sight of the mess you made.

"Don't worry about that," Arny chuckles. "It's the only mess I'd be happy to clean."

He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips.

Only one thought ran through each other your heads, but neither of you said it out loud.

She's mine.

I'm his.

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A/N:

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