𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝐷𝐽 ❗️

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌/𝑁 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙

Inspired by: Rock DJ ~ Robbie Williams

Yes, here we are again with yet more smut! This time it's Howard with a bit of a plot as well, because I haven't written enough of him in this book, and he's the perfect horny bastard for a smutty story. Its an AU, where Take That don't exist and they are both 17.

At this point I need to stop writing so much sex, not sure why
I am, my mind is one track at the moment.

Anyway, enjoy some Saturday afternoon filth xxx

♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡

Me with the floorshow

Kickin' with your torso

Boys getting high

And the girls even more so

A classroom, somewhere, 1985

I sighed, glancing ruefully at the clock. He said he'd be here by now!

I'm waiting in Mr Martin-Smith's maths class for my boyfriend, Howard, to show up.

He'd called earlier this morning before I left for college, saying something about that he needed to talk to me urgently. I'd told him to come by my maths room at 3 with an excuse to take me out of class.

After 10 more minutes, Howard still hasn't shown up, and I can't help but be disappointed. Suddenly though, the door bursts open, interrupting my wandering thoughts...and Mr Martin-Smith's lecture on logarithms.

As expected, my maths teacher's face turned stormy.

"Mr Donald, what a pleasant surprise. I don't believe you have a class with me today." The sarcasm drips from his tone, and Howard runs an anxious hand through his hair.

"No sir, but Coach Wilkes has asked me to inform Y/N about a last minute change of plans regarding the football match tonight." Mr Martin-Smith raises an eyebrow.

"What change of plans could possibly be so important you felt the need to interrupt my class?" I roll my eyes, but Howard was grinning.

"Could I take her outside then? I definitely wouldn't want to interrupt this riveting lesson on-" He trailed off, peering round at the whiteboard.

"-logarithms." My teacher sighs reluctantly, rubbing his forehead.

"Very well Mr Donald. 10 minutes." Howard grins again, and nods me towards the door. I shuffle out my seat quickly, avoiding the piercing stares of the rest of my class. Once the door is closed, he pulls me into his arms, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Hello sweetheart." He whispers into my skin, sending shivers down my arms.

"Hey Howie. How's your day going?"

"It's alright, but so boring. I still can't kiss you randomly in the hallways after all!" I smile sadly, winding my arms round his neck and pressing my lips against his in a fleeting moment.