This is a one shot or mini series that has a variety of different scenarios and imagines for most situations in all types of shape or feeling
Includes:
Chicago fire
The originals
Chicago med
Twilight
Avengers
Vampire diaries
Disclaimer: reque...
Summary: imagine Stefan not being able to keep his eyes off you during a study session and it eventually leads to something more
Tw: smut, unprotected sex
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I looked down at my homework and sighed looking over to Stefan
"Can you help me please?" He smiled getting you off his place on the bed and shifting next to me
"So it's in group 1. That means it has one outer shell electron so if it's in group 4?"
"It has 4 outer shell electrons..?"
"Exactly now for ionic bonding the metals and on metal would prefer to have a full outer shell." I nod looking down at the worksheet he's pointing at "So if sodium wants to.." He stops talking and I furrow my eyebrows and turn to him, only to see him looking down at my lips
"You stopped" I whisper. He hums in reply not even thinking to say anything else. He slowly leans himself closer brushing his lips against mine
"You look so good today babe" I look down at my shorts and t-shirt and laugh
"I'm just in shorts and a t-shirt" i mutter. He parts his lips and locks them with mine, whilst bringing his hand to my face. I turn to face him so I could be closer and I could taste the watermelon candy he stole from me earlier urging me to taste more of him. He licked across my bottom lip and I parted them, moaning as his tongue invaded my mouth. He groaned in pleasure and moved me so his knees were on either side of my body. He moved his hands up and down my figure and I felt my body igniting on fire at his touch causing a sudden rush off wetness to pool between my thighs. He removed one hand off me and used it to throw the books on the floor giving us more of the bed to use. He moved me further up on the bed and followed me with his lips as my head hit the pillow. It got more heated, my hands moving up the the bottom of his shirt ready to pull it off when he stopped and pulled away
"Stef?" I whispered. He looked to me with a disappointing look but it wasn't at directed at me. It was directed at himself
"I'm sorry, I can't control myself. I don't want to hurt you by going any further." He was still on top of me so I moved my arms over to the back of his neck
