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Word Count: 2263
Smut: Yes | No
Requested: Yes | No
Y/N was told not to interfere, she didn't listen, and her plan doesn't go as well as he was hoping it would…
“He’s dangerous.” He told her.
“Just stay out of it.” He told her.
“Don’t do anything.” He told her.
Maybe it was these warnings that pushed her to do exactly what Scott told her not to, or maybe it was the following accusations that escaped his mouth when she had finally pushed him past his breaking point.
“Why, Scott?” She continued. “I can help, I can do this, it will work, I know it will.” He was breathing heavily, he was angry. She wasn’t a werewolf and she didn’t need to be to know that. “I can do this.” She whispered.
That was what set him off. “I don’t know if you can!” Yelling was something Scott didn’t do often, and if he did, it wasn't directed at her. But there's a first for everything, because here he was, shouting in her face. “Y/N you liked him! You had real feelings for him, and I don’t know if you can go through with this! I don’t know if I can trust you to do what you say you can do!”
She never took to yelling well. His loud voice brought tears to her eyes and she mentally cursed at herself for being so weak.
“Just let someone that is actually capable to do this, do it. Please.” He lowered his voice, and backed away from her, studying her face before walking out the back door.
She had feelings for him. Had being the key word. Her previous feelings were not going to get in the way of her doing what she needed to do to help her friends.
“Don’t do anything.” She wasn’t going to listen.
She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her weapon, waiting for her phone to go off with the signal. She was shaking, her arms barely holding her up as she leaned back on her mattress. Her nerves were getting the best of her and she knew that, but she was praying that they wouldn’t give her away.
Her phone buzzed beside her, and for the first time in minutes, her eyes moved from her weapon in the corner, to her phone. Sure enough, it was exactly what she was expecting.
Theo: Here
This was it. Once again, she focused on the object she was previously looking at. She took a deep breath before walking across the room to the humidifier. She switched it on to the highest setting and headed downstairs to get the door.
She thought she had prepared herself to see him again, but as soon as he stood before her, the breath she so desperately wanted to suck in seemed far far away. She knew he could hear her heart beat, and judging from the smirk on his painfully gorgeous face, he was listening intently to how it sped up the moment they locked eyes.
Feelings were exactly what she was trying to avoid, so instead of picturing pressing her lips against his, she pictured what she saw, and heard that night when Theo tried to kill Scott.
“Theo,” She whispered, finally catching a breath. His smile grew wider and she stepped back from the door, silently offering him permission to step in. “We can go upstairs.”
Y/N led the way to her room, and when she opened the door, she heard the promising sound of the humidifier. This was really going to work.
Theo closed the door behind him, and walked to the centre of the room. “What did you want to talk about?”
“I think you know,” She responded, trying to sound confident.
“I can take a guess or two,” He chuckled. “Either Scott, or your massive crush on me.”
Pretending that is comment about her crush didn’t surprise her was hard. She had no idea that he was aware of it. She was about to respond when she heard Theo suck in a deep breath, her eyes darted up to his face, and when he wheezed in another, both of their orbs flicked to the humidifier.
“Wo-olfsbane.” He choked out, falling to his knees.
“It won’t take long,” Deaton had told her when he handed her the oil. “In a matter of minutes he’ll be unconscious.”
It was her turn to smirk now, she watched him struggle to catch him breath, and hold himself up, and she thought to herself, I did it.
She turned her body momentarily, scooping her phone of her bed, and unlocking it quickly, clicking Scott’s name on the iMessage list. She turned back, expecting to see Theo on the floor still, but she was rewarded with a much different situation.
He was centimetres from her, standing tall. Her phone was out of her hand and whipped across the room before she even had time to feel surprised. He reached down, and turned off the humidifier.
“That was clever,” He started, a big smile on his face. “The whole wolfsbane in the humidifier thing, really smart.” Her eyes were locked on her phone that now laid on the other side of the room, probably broken. He tilted her chin up, and her gaze fastened on him. “There’s just one fatal issue. I’m not a werewolf, baby. I’m a chimera.”
She staggered back a little, surprised by his close proximity. He only stepped closer in response. Terrified would be an understatement of how she was feeling right now.
“I can smell your fear, you reak.” He laughed. “I’m not going to kill you.” She let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding when Theo said that. “Or hurt you. But I have to admit, I’m feeling a little bruised. I thought you liked me, but you tried to poison me with wolfsbane.”
She could only manage to choke out two words. “I don’t.” This made Theo chuckle, he looked down and she forced herself to keep her gaze upright. She nearly jumped when she felt his fingers grip her hips, much lower than they should have been.
“I don’t know why you try to lie. Its obvious. You’re heart beat got even faster with a simple touch. So tell me, why did you do this? Was it to prove something to Scott?” When she didn’t respond Theo pulled her closer. “That’s it, isn’t it, Y/N. He didn’t think you would be able to actually hurt me, so you tried anyway, right?”
She couldn’t look him in the eyes any more, it was too much and she felt ashamed for not being able to do what she said she could. Scott would be disappointed, and angry that she tried.
“It was a good attempt.” He laughed. “I want to tell you something though.” He spoke, taking a hand off her hip to pull her chin up. “I’ve always been just as infatuated with you, as you have been with me.”
She felt it, and he could hear it, the jump her heart made when he said that. She was surprised, and happy, but also mischievous. Theo’s confession brought something new to her mind. Maybe she still could get him to Scott.
She looked up at the blue eyed boy through her lashes, and bit her lip, hoping he would do what she wanted him so badly to do. Theo was quick to respond, and Y/N melted as soon as she felt his lips on hers. She wound one arm around his neck, and placed her other hand on his chest, investing everything in their heated kiss.
Theo’s hands travelled, both down to her bum, where they rested, and she felt him smirk against her mouth. She pushed him away slightly, and when both his arms left from the previous position, she felt a little cold. He gripped the collar of his t shirt, and effortlessly pulled it over his head, throwing it on the ground. Theo raised his eyebrows at her, and she reached out for his hands, placing them on the bottom of her own sweater. This brought a big smile to Theo’s face and he wasted no time in doing what she wanted him to. Both their tops were left as a starter pile for the clothes to come.
They both took steps backward in order to get to the bed, once it hit Y/N knees, she dropped laying flat on the bed. Theo undid his belt and pants, shoving them down to his ankles and stepping out. As he moved towards her, she took time to admire his physique. Theo was truly a sight to be seen. If people were wonders of the world, he would be one of the seven. He was breathtaking, a god. Sculpted perfectly.
“These have to go,” Theo whispered, tugging Y/N’s leggings down. She didn’t object. Once her pants were on the floor, Theo was hovering over top of the frail girl, kissing everywhere on her body. Her breaths were coming out short, and she struggled to sustain moans.
When Theo’s lips pressed to er left collarbone, she couldn’t contain the sound that escaped her throat. Theo must have liked hearing it to, because this persuaded him to apply more pressure.
Y/N’s hands snapped onto Theo’s broad shoulders, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips closer to hers. She felt his hard member press against her, and a gasp left her mouth, making Theo smile into her neck.
Theo rocked his hips, pressing harder against her. She bit her lip, and gripped his shoulders tighter. “Do you like that, baby?” He asked.
Y/N nodded in response, squeezing her eyes shut, and bucking her hips, wanting more contact.
“Tell me, tell me you love it.” Theo demanded.
“I love it,” She breathed out. Theo’s hips came down on hers harder this time, and Y/N moaned loudly, wanting more contact. “Please go faster, Theo.”
He listened, rocking into her at a faster, harder pace. His lips met with hers in a sloppy kiss, she responded and moaned into his mouth, the knot in her stomach becoming more prominent.
“More,” She whispered against his lips. She didn’t have to ask again, Theo set aside worries of hurting her, and gave her what she wanted. “Theo, I’m close.” She told him.
“Let go, baby.” He responded. “I’m almost there,”
Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, and she gripped tighter onto Theo’s shoulders as he continued to rock against her as she rode out her high.
He was out of breath when he rolled off her. In a hurry to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere, Y/N rolled her sweaty body onto her side, she looked at him with wide eyes and he chuckled, sucking in deep breaths.
“You-” He started. “God.” He was at a loss for words, and for the first time that night she fought a smile. She regretted it though. That smile meant she was happy. And happy wasn’t something she wanted to feel with Theo. She was supposed to hand him over to Scott.
So instead of smiling, and instead of feeling happy, she pushed a single word out of her choked throat. “Stay.” He nodded, and Y/N moved so that her body rested on half of his strong chest. For moments she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the things that she seconds ago, had forced herself to push away. She felt happy in Theo’s arms, and she wished that he could be who she wanted him to be. She wished he was better. But he wasn’t. And he never would be.
So when his breathing evened out, and small snores began to escape his mouth, she rose from the bed and padded across the room for her phone. Once it was in her hand, she typed a few words to Scott. ‘Got him. Come over.’
Her finger hovered over the send button for longer than it should have. She refused to look at his sleeping body on her bed while she contemplated doing what she knew she didn’t want to do. Y/N thought of Scott, and his hurtful, untrusting words. That was it. He thought she couldn’t do it. So she did. She send the text. In a matter of minutes, she was dressed.
Soon enough, Scott had sent her the same text that Theo had earlier, and Y/N made her way downstairs to open the door for him.
When the barrier between the two was no longer present, neither of them said a word. Y/N had no clue what Scott was thinking. She closed the door after him and motioned for him to follow her upstairs.
But he didn’t. “I told you not to do anything.” Scott spoke, not making eye contact with her.
“And I didn’t listen.” She whispered simply. “I knew I could do this. You didn’t want to me because you wanted to protect me, I know that. But for once I wanted to feel like maybe I protected you.” She said honestly.
Scott nodded, and rested a knowing hand on her shoulder, before following her upstairs. When they entered her room, Y/N was at a complete and udder loss for words. The window was open. And Theo was gone.
“He was here, Scott.” She stuttered. “He was here I promise.”
Part 2?
Word Count: 1149
Smut: Yes | No
Requested: Yes | No
Y/N and Theo have been dating for a couple months, and she’s ready to be intimate, things are interrupted when she tries to let him know. (90210)
Fluffing your hair, you walked up the stairs to Theo’s front porch. The nerves in your stomach fluttered, and you took a deep breath. Just as you lifted your fist to knock on the door, your eyes widened in realization.
Lipstick. You pulled the tube from your purse and spread the pink onto your lips. Rubbing them together, and checking your breath one last time before actually knocking.
Theo opened the door seconds later, and gave you a big smile. “Hey baby,”
You grinned and stepped through the doorway, giving Theo a small kiss on the lips.
“You look good.” He complimented, looking you up and down.
You bit your lip and twirled for him, making him laugh.
You put on this outfit specially for him. It was a loose floral dress that reached just under your bum, paired with some thigh high tan boots. You added a longer gold necklace as well. Over all, it was an outfit that you would never wear to school, or out in public, but you figured Theo would like it.
Little did he know, that it was really what was under the clothes that he would like even more…
You and Theo had been together for seven months now, and at the beginning of the relationship, you told him you wanted to take it slow. And slow was good, at first, but now you wanted more.
Under your little dress, you had a matching lingerie set from the one and only Victoria’s Secret. A lacy black bralette, and lacy black thong to match.
To Theo it was just another hang at his house, but boy was he in for a surprise.
The two of you went up to his room, and you plopped down on his bed, watching as he riffled through his drawers. “I was thinking we’d just watch a movie tonight?” He suggested, pulling out his basket of films.
“Sure!” You smiled, thinking of your other plans.
Theo looked up at you and furrowed his eyebrows, he set the movies down and walked towards you, holding his hands out for yours.
You took them gladly, and he pulled you up, chest to chest with him.
“You really do look gorgeous tonight,” He told you.
You blushed and looked at your feet. “I didn’t do anything special.” Lie. Complete and udder lie.
If his compliment hadn’t had your heart racing from the start, he would have been able to tell you were lying when you said you didn’t do anything different. You’d spent days looking at makeup tutorials on Youtube for a ‘sweet and sexy no makeup makeup look’. You also shaved mostly every single part of your body, and used a new serum on your hair.
God the things Theo made you do. Unknowingly of course.
Theo tilted your head up, and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.
You could tell when his lips were about to detach from yours, so before he had the chance to pull away, you stepped forward, taking his face in your hands, and reconnecting your lips.
Theo smiled against your mouth, making you giggle into him. You pulled back and bit your lip, keeping your hands in his hair.
He leaned in and kissed your nose, making you laugh a bit more. “What movie do you want to watch?”
You let your arms drop, and you took a step back. “You choose. I’ll be right back.”
He nodded, and you made your way to his connected bathroom. You closed the door, step one to your master plan under go. You took a deep breath, and looked at yourself in the mirror. “Alright Y/N.”
You took of your necklace, and set it on the counter, unzipping your boots next. Then finally, you pulled off the dress.
Outside the door there were a couple rustles and bangs but you ignored them, dismissing them as Theo maybe looking for some more movies.
You fixed your hair, and smiled to yourself. Here we go. This was really happening.
You put your hand on the door knob, and pulled it open.
But what was revealed was way different than what you expected.
This, was really happening.
Standing in the room, along with Theo, was Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, and Liam Dunbar.
They looked at you with wide eyes, and you screeched. “Oh my god!”
You slammed the bathroom door shut, and internally screamed at yourself millions of times.
This was by far the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. Now it’s clear that all that rustling around wasn’t just Theo picking a movie. He was having some friends over.
You scrambled back into your clothes, all the while holding back tears.
When you were fully dressed again, you took a seat on the edge of the bath tub, and let your tears fall freely.
How stupid were you to think that this was actually a good idea? Who the hell just pulls off their clothes when their boyfriend is least expecting it?
My goodness. You thought to yourself, as you wiped your tears. How were you supposed to go back to school? Seeing Scott and Stiles everyday would be so embarrassing, let alone the sophomore, Liam, would probably tell all his friends. You’d be a laughing stock.
“Y/N? Babe?” Theo called. “They’re gone, come out please?” He begged.
You stood, and walked towards the door, hesitating for a moment before opening it.
“Are you okay?” He asked, taking note of you tear stained cheeks.
You avoided eye contact with him as you answered. “Other than feeling completely mortified? Yeah, I’m alright.”
“I’m sorry, I should have never let them in.”
“Theo, don’t. It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have ambushed you like that.” You responded.
You were surprised when you heard him laugh. “Y/N, look at me.” He said, tilting your chin up. “If that’s your definition of ambush, I’m all for them. Anytime. But maybe for this first time, you should have given me a little warning…”
You nodded, dropping your gaze again. “In my head it just seemed like a good way to tell you that I was ready, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
He chuckled again, and your cheeks reddened. “You know what else is a good way to tell me your ready? Actually just telling me your ready, like verbally.”
This time you laughed with him, and he kissed your forehead.
“Well, are they gone for good now…?” You asked him, twirling your necklace in your fingers.
“Mhm,” He murmured. “So why don’t you try modeling whats under there for me again,” He suggested, tugging at your dress. “That is, if you’re still feeling ready…”
You smirked and backed away from him, “I am.”
Word Count: 778
Smut: Yes | No
Requested: Yes | No
Theo & Y/N play strip poker. Inspired by (x)
You bit your finger to keep from giggling as Theo pushed five more chips towards the center of the table, “I’ll raise you.” He said confidently.
You raised your eyebrows and threw two more chips down as well. “Flip the next card.”
Theo held his gaze on you as he took the card off the deck. He added it to the river, and your eyes darted down to check what the new addition was. Your smile grew. “All in.”
Out of the five cards in the river, there were three that were really important to you. A king of spades, an nine of spades, and recently added, a jack of spades.
“Feeling lucky?” He chuckled.
You shrugged your shoulders. “You gonna match me, Raeken?”
He swore under his breath but placed the same amount of money down that you did. “Flip them.” He demanded.
You smirked and showed him the two cards in your hand. A queen and an ace. Both of spades.
His smile faded quickly when he realized that his triple 9′s were no match for your royal flush. “Shit.” He mumbled, rubbing his neck. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“Um, no. You’re not going to change your mind just because you lost the first round. This was your idea. Take it off.” You leaned back in your chair and glared at him.
You wouldn’t be here in the first place if it weren’t for the unfortunate partner you were assigned for your AP Bio project. You weren’t excited to be paired with Theo, but you dealt with it because you didn’t have the guts to ask for a switch, and as much as you hated to admit it, he was hot.
And somehow, after he invited you to his house to work on the project, you ended up playing strip poker in his living room. You barely remembered how you got here, it involved him pestering you about being a good girl when the two of you were supposed to be working, and that lead to him asking you ‘have you ever’ questions, which modeled out the situation at play. Once you had told him you’d never played any games that involved stripping, he insisted you try. Determined to prove him wrong about his naive good girl imagine of you, you agreed.
“Fine.” He grumbled, standing up and pulling the collar of his shirt. Once it was over his head and on the floor, you took a couple seconds to admire his torso. “Damn.” You said aloud, making him role his eyes.
He sat back down and you collected the cards, shuffling them, and then placing two in front of the both of you. Once you were each dealt, you laid down three cards face down, and put the rest to the side.
You looked at the two cards you dealt yourself, and pursed your lips. A seven of hearts, and a ten of cloves.
Theo right away threw a chip down, and you scowled at him, matching his bet.
He nodded towards the river, and you reached over, flipping the three cards. A queen of hearts, an ace of spades, and a ten of diamonds.
You felt a little more uplifted when you saw the ten, but you barely had time to breathe before Theo put more money on the table.
You matched him once again, and flipped the next card. A two of diamonds.
Once again, Theo threw a couple more chips down, and you matched him. He must have had a pair as well, because he wasn’t betting high, but he was still betting. You were just hoping his pair didn’t beat your tens.
“Alright.” You spoke. “Show me your cards.”
The smirk that plastered itself on Theo’s face as he flipped over his cards scared you.
Once they were face up, your eyes darted down to check what he had. And you were shocked.
“Pocket rockets.” Theo stood, and made his way to the back of your chair, leaning down and whispering in your ear. “Do you know what two aces mean in strip poker?”
You didn’t reply, you just waited for him to tell you.
“It means... You take it all off.”
You stood from your chair, and turned to face the shirtless boy.
You looked around his house, and laughed a little bit. You ran your index finger up and down his arm, tracing his muscles.
“Theo,” You stood on your tiptoes, and whispered in his ear. “If I’m going to get naked, I’m doing it in your bed.”
Word Count: 1708
Smut: Yes | No
Requested: Yes | No
Hi Boo! Uh I was wondering, (only if you do it) if you could do an either Theo Raeken or Brett Talbot smut. I'd prefer Theo but whatever you wanna do. And like hes being dominant in the bedroom, kinda like 50 shades (i know, desperate but oh well) And if you don't do smut, can you write like, a one where we get into a huge fight and we kinda like "break-up" and he does all kinds of shiz do get me back. Thanks so much, and i love your blog - thewildwilkinso
Livid. That was the only word to describe how you felt as you walked through the door to your apartment. You entered to see Theo sprawled out on the couch, wearing just a pair of sweatpants, and a snap back.
Normally, you'd be happy to see this, but seeing as you got two and a half hours of sleep last night because of this asshole, you weren't. Today, you had a really big job interview, and you were counting getting the gig, but after Theo didn't come home last night, you were unable to sleep because you were so worried about him.
At around 3 o'clock in the morning you decided to text Scott, thinking thats who he was with, but when Scott replied right away, saying that he hadn't seen Theo the whole night, you just got angry.
Because of your lack of sleep, you woke up an hour after you were supposed to get up, and had only fifteen minutes to get ready before you had to leave the house, and to make matters worse, Theo still wasn’t home.
You checked your phone, and at 3:26, a couple minutes after you’d finally convinced yourself Theo was fine, and fallen asleep, Theo had texted you saying that he was crashing at a friends house.
It was safe to say you weren’t exactly happy with him at the moment.
You took off your heels as Theo rose from the couch, walking over to come and greet you.
“Hey baby,” He grinned, grabbing your hips.
You rolled your eyes, and scoffed, pushing his hands off your hips. You walked towards your bedroom, and opened your closet door, pulling out a pair of leggings, and a white T-Shirt. You threw them on the bed, and pulled at the zipper on the back of your pencil skirt.
Theo strode into the room, eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N?” He questioned. “You okay?”
You succeeded in unzipping your skirt, and you let it fall to the floor. “Oh yeah! I’m great.” You said sarcastically.
Theo laughed a little, and leaned against the dresser, watching you undress.
You unbuttoned your blue blouse, and threw it to the ground as well, leaving you in your thong and bra.
“Mind telling me what’s wrong?” He pushed himself off the dresser, and took a couple steps towards you.
You grabbed the leggings off your bed, and tugged them up your legs. Putting your shirt on shortly after, thinking of multiple witty responses to Theo’s oblivious question.
“I don’t know, Theo.” You started. “Maybe it’s the fact that I look like shit because I had to get ready in fifteen minutes this morning. Or maybe it’s that my interview went horribly because I was so angry that I couldn’t think about anything else. Or it could be that I’m tired as hell because I only got two and a half hours of sleep last night, because I was waiting for you!”
He looked stunned. He stuttered for a minute before swearing under his breath. “Shit, baby, I completely forgot that you had that interview today.”
You laughed to yourself, and looked down at the floor. “Well, I may as well do that too, because they sure as hell aren’t giving me the job.”
“I’m so sorry,” He apologized, his voice barely even audible.
You laughed again, and looked up. “You see, that apology just might have worked if this was the first time it happened. But it’s not. There’s been multiple times, where I’ve stayed up until unearthly hours of the night worrying about you, and wondering why you’re not home, or if you’re alright, or even alive, but then I’ll get a text or some bullshit message from you saying your just over at a friends house.”
“Y/N-” He started, but you cut him off.
“No, don’t Theo.” You said, holding up a hand. “I’m sick of it. I’m sick of staying home, and cleaning up after you, I’m sick of your stupid partying all the time, and your god damn commitment issues. I’m sick of worrying about you all the time.” Tears were starting to form in your eyes now, and you had no clue what you were saying, you just knew that you were angry. You were so angry at the gorgeous, confused boy standing in front of you.
“Theo, I’m just sick of loving you.” You said, a couple of the tears falling.
Once again, he was stunned. “You don’t mean that.” He choked.
You nodded, and squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to look at him.
“No,” He said, a little louder. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” You replied. You wiped your eyes, and headed for your closet once again.
You just wanted out, out of the relationship, and out of your house. So you pulled out a suitcase, and that’s when Theo started to panic.
“Shit, Y/N, no.” He rambled.
You grabbed a couple shirts, and blouses from the hangers, and threw them on the bed, folding them and placing them in the suit case.
“Y/N, listen to me, okay? This isn’t going to happen again, I promise.”
You ignored him, and added more stuff to the suitcase.
“Baby, please. I’ll never do it again.”
He was getting more and more anxious, and your suitcase was getting fuller and fuller.
“Fucking hell, Y/N! Listen to me!” Theo yelled, getting in between you and the suitcase.
He was angry now. You could see it on his face. His eyes were no longer pleading, they were infuriated. Just as yours were when you walked in the door.
“You actually are just going to pick up and leave after one fight?” He questioned. “You think that you can just walk out the door when you get angry?”
You attempted to add a pair of shorts to your growing case, but you were abruptly stopped by Theo’s hand clamping down on your wrist.
“No.” He said, grabbing the shorts and flinging them somewhere in the room. “You’re not leaving.”
He started to pull things out of your bag, placing them on the dresser, in the drawers, anywhere but something you could leave with.
“You’re going to stop me?” You challenged.
Once he had finished emptying the suitcase, he took it off the bed as well, throwing it into the closet.
“Hell yeah I am.”
You rolled your eyes at him, folded your arms over you chest. “Grow up, Theo.”
He stalked closer to you, and you scowled at him. He startled you by yanking your hips towards him.
He stared at you for a second, and you looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed.
He let out a small laugh, and took both you wrists, placing them on his shoulders, before sliding his hands back down to your waist.
He licked his lips ever so slightly, and leaned in a bit more. You had to try so hard not to physically and emotionally melt at the sight of this.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked lips millimeters away from yours.
Your whole entirety was screaming yes, because as much as you wanted to be angry at him, you couldn’t. This little facade he had going on, diminished your hate as fast as a fat kid eats ice cream. You weren’t mad at him anymore, and you didn’t want to leave anymore, but you couldn’t give in to him that easy... He needed to work a little to make you stay.
You leaned in a tiny bit more, so your noses and chins were just slightly touching. “No.” You whispered, pulling back completely.
Theo laughed again. “Well, if I can’t kiss that pretty mouth of yours, then I guess I’m going to have to take alternative measures.”
He smirked, and ducked his head into the crook of your neck, placing light pecks all over the skin.
You bit your lip, and closed your eyes, trying your best to not give into him.
He moved down, getting to your chest, before he pulled away, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head.
He took a minute to look you up and down before he shoved you onto the bed.
You were gone now, there was no denying it.
He got on top of you and reattached his lips to were he had left.
You clutched the sheets as he got further and further down your body. When he reached the line of your leggings, you were almost squirming for him.
He began to pull them down your legs, chuckling to himself. “I don’t even know why you put them on.” He remarked.
He traced the line hem of your thong, and that’s when you actually started to squirm.
“Can I?” He asked.
“Fuck, I hate you.” You responded.
He smirked, and pulled your thong off. “That wasn’t a no.”
He attached his mouth to your clit right away and you let out a loud moan. “Shit, Theo.”
He kept on sucking and you shook at the pleasure erupting in you. Your breathing was heavy, and you were getting clammy. “Theo, please,” You whined.
He sucked even harder, and you banged your fists on the bed, screaming with euphoria.
As he continued, you got closer, and closer to your high. And right before you were at your weakest he did his best work.
“Theo!” You screamed as you came.
He pulled away from you, and you sat up on your elbows on the bed.
Theo rested his elbows on either side of your stomach before leaning down and kissing your navel. “You’re not going to leave?”
You laughed to yourself, still a bit out of breath, but then you shook your head. “No.”
His mouth pulled up, in a half smile, and he reached for his snapback, pulling it off his head, and placing it on yours. “Am I forgiven?”
“After you put away all those god damn clothes you scattered everywhere. I am not cleaning up after you.”