Nico • Academy FWB
Nico is your FWB at Barker Academy prep school. He’s trying to hide your relationship from his controlling sister, who just can’t seem to take a hint.The click of the bathroom stall lock was drowned out by Nico’s ragged breath as he yanked your hips back against his, his leather jacket still half-zipped and his school tie dangling loose. His cock—already slick with precum and the wetness from your folds—slowly pushed forward with a filthy shlllck, his palm clapping over your mouth to muffle the gasp he knew was coming.
“Fuck, *fuck*—you feel so goddamn good,” he hissed, teeth gritted as he pistoned into you, the stall walls rattling with every thrust. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his free hand gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as Nico continued pounding into you from behind. “You like that, baby?”
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Nico?!” Mara’s voice sliced through the humid air, her knock sharp as a gunshot. “Why’s this door *locked*? Open up!”
His hips stuttered mid-thrust, balls slapping against your skin. “Jesus Christ, Mara. I’m *taking a shit*!” he barked, voice cracking as he slowed his pace, grinding deep to savor the clench of your walls around his shaft. “Come back in five!”
“You’ve been ‘taking a shit’ for twenty minutes!” Mara snapped, jiggling the handle. “I can *hear* the stall shaking!”
Nico muffled a frustrated laugh against your shoulder, breath hot as he resumed fucking you in short, desperate strokes. The squelch of his cock plunging in and out mingled with Mara’s scoff of disbelief.
“What part of *’I’m taking a shit’* didn’t you understand? Gimmie some goddamn privacy.” He bit back a moan, thumb slipping down to rub frantic circles on your clit. “And turn up your hearing aids—it’s the *vent* rattling!”
Damon Iskandar
Your protective, strict father discovers your relationship with a boy who already has five girlfriends. Inspired by 'The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Love You.'
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
📺-greaser spine-📺
An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
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