Meet Me in the Hallway (HS AU)

fifty one.

This is eight pages of pure smut-ish. If this makes you uncomfortable, you can certainly skip this chapter. I don't believe there is anything in this chapter you will need to understand the next one.
ALSO, I have never written soft smut before so please be mindful that hardcore sex would not be applicable to these two right now.
Enjoy xx

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"C'mon beautiful, have a seat."

The words dripped from his tongue like honey. Without hesitation, without scepticism, there was no hint of mockery or deceit. The words settled in my mind like Autumn leaves settling softly on the ground,

He called me beautiful all the time without a second thought, like the word was simple for him to say. It meant so much more to me than he would ever understand. His acceptance of my body and size was something completely unfathomable.

The way his eyes would glance at every inch of me and never did they hold repulsion, only awe. His gaze was never lust driven, so I would never have to worry about his motive.

But all the admiration meant very little when my opinion on myself was so low. While there was never any hesitation from him, I entered every exchange we shared with reluctance. I knew that I was standing in my own way and becoming my own worst enemy, but I couldn't stop myself. I was self destructive and self aware.

"Jo," he whispered to break the silence, "you are allowed to say no."

"No, uh- it's ok. You want to, I'll just lay down."

"I'm not going to fool around with you when you don't want to, why would you ever think you had to just lay there?" His tone was firm, and concerned.

"It's how it's always been." I mumbled, in realisation. That was how it had always been. I felt obligated to partake every time. I had never wanted to, but never had a choice. But not this time, this time it was up to me.

Swallowing my pride tasted like ash, but my eyes trained themselves on his olive skin to distract myself.
He thinks I'm beautiful.
He thinks I'm beautiful.
He thinks I'm beautiful.

My arms crossed over my stomach again and I noticed his face fall but quickly turned to that of shock as I began to lift my dress. My movements were slow but filled with intention. With every inch of skin becoming exposed came another layer of fear. Breathe, Josephine. Eventually the dress was up over my head and discarded on the floor, leaving me in cream tights and my underwear.

Again, slowly, I bent down and peeled the tights down my thighs until I was able to step out of them. My body rolled up until I could look back in his eyes. I always felt safe there. His cheeks were still that same shade of pink as earlier, lip caught between his teeth, head cocked to the side but his eyes were on mine.

"So fucking beautiful." He spoke in almost disbelief.

Instead of answering him, I stepped closer. My hands felt clammy as I placed them on the hot skin of his exposed shoulders. The mattress was soft below me as I rested one of my knees on either side of his thighs. I didn't place all my weight on him, but I allowed enough to indicate that I wanted to keep going.

Our faces were inches apart as we sat eye to eye. His back became straighter when he sat up, placing his hands on the top of my thighs. Our chests were together now and lips were mere millimetres away from each other. Both his thumbs traced soothing shapes on the skin where they rested.

Just when I thought the view couldn't get any better, he smiled. It was the biggest smile I had ever seen in my whole life, such a toothy grin. One of those smiles that make your eyes scrunch so much you squint and it left me breathless.