EUPHORIC | t.s.h

part twenty one II - SMUT??

‼️WARNING‼️

Y'all I'm actually not kidding when I say this part is going to be hella creepy *cries* lol

I STRONGLY ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ AHEAD UNLESS YOU ARE 18 OR ABOVE SGSHSHSHSHSH THERES A LOT OF WEIRD SHIT IN THIS LMAO

LIKE ALL SMUT CHAPTERS NO SUPER IMPORTANT EVENTS TAKE PLACE SO ITS OKAY IF U MISS

ALSO PLS DONT TRY THIS AT HOME !!!

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"Fuck," she moaned. Y/n shut the door to her room and slid down to land on the warm carpet of her room.

"Fuck fuck fuck." She muttered, continuously rubbing her hands throughout her face.

She had just come back from the Holland's after sneakily inspecting the so called 'study party' with Tom. Moments later they found out what was actually happening downstairs they had gone back up to continue with Tom's lesson, though things took a turn.

Y/n had told him to answer the questions she had written down and he sat on the bed with his back resting on the head board.

She watched him closely from the side of her eye as she read her book and he did the questions, but that resulted in her getting unusually aroused.

He nibbled on the end of his pen he was writing with, at moments he'd lick his lips or bite them making something fire inside of her.

His hands rested on his own thigh and she couldn't help but imagine if it were hers.

Her stomach churned when he sighed and ran his hands through his hair, those silky soft strands of brunette hair, it made her want to tug on them, make him sigh and moan even harder.

It was unusual for her to feel such a thing, but she couldn't help but want to snatch that pen out of his hand and sink her tongue inside of him.

She wanted to rip his shirt apart and lick his stomach, she wanted to taste, nip, bite every inch of his skin, she wanted to do everything to him.

But she knew that she had to control herself.

She hastily left the house and told Tom to do the work later, she needed to get out of there before she ended up doing something she shouldn't have.

She was panting heavily as she sat on the carpet of her room, trying to get the stimulated image of his lips, his arms, his hands, everything to leave her mind.

But it didn't leave. It couldn't. Her mind was fixed on one thing and one thing only. Him.

She needed to release this sudden sexual arousal, she needed to let go somehow.

She couldn't barge into his room and repeat the events of that one night once again, she knew her limits.

She got up from the floor and stumbled to her window to close it, but instead what did she find? A sight of Tom standing in front of the window undressing himself unaware that she was probably looking at him.

He took off his shirt and was left only in his boxers.

"Fuck." She muttered again. This was not helping.

She shut the window and closed the blinds and began taking off her clothes to change into her night clothes.

She stood in front of the mirror unconsciously dressing, only thinking about him and his fucking body. She needed help, big time.

She turned to her mirror to pick up the clothes from her chair, yet she caught the sight of herself fully undressed staring at herself.

She touched her face gently and ran her fingertips lightly down her neck. She let the sensation run down to her breasts and finally stop at her stomach.

"Fuck me." She sighed and got into bed without a single piece of clothing on her.

She went inside the covers and felt the cold bed touch her warm, bare skin.

She hadn't done this before, but she needed a release.

She touched her lips and placed her finger inside her mouth. She licked on it, her eyes closed and only one person on her mind. Him again.

The lights were closed, the sounds were still, she pictured his bare body on top of her, his finger inside her mouth and his lips touching her neck.

She took her other hand and wrapped it around her neck, imagining him doing the very thing to her. She bit her finger hard, letting that stimulated arousal fire from within her.

She took her finger out of her mouth and traced it down to her stomach. She circled around her belly button and slid it down towards her thighs.

She used her other hand to pinch and squeeze her breasts, imaging him and him only. She wanted him lick through her body, to run his tongue along her, and her wet finger gave her only part of that satisfaction.

She ran her hand on her thigh and slowly began taking it closer to her core.

She circled around her clit and began taking heavy breaths as the feeling became stronger.

She pushed her finger inside of her and moaned, loud enough that she had to cover her mouth with the other hand she had on her breast.

She panted into her hand and she kept pushing her finger inside if her. She moved it along the walls of her core and took it wherever she knew would give her pleasure.

She imagined his finger inside of her, his mouth covering hers and the silent moans she felt in her head being his.

The more she thought of him the more inflamed she felt, the more she pictured his sweaty hair and his open mouth, the faster she moved her finger.

She kept going, faster and faster, moaning uncontrollably as she imagined him being right there with her, him feeling the same satisfaction she felt at that very moment.

She wanted him there, she wanted him to run his sweaty hands inside her thigh, to hold her legs and do whatever he pleased with her, she wanted him and him only.

Suddenly she felt herself getting worked up, she took her fingers out and grasped her clit.

She pinched and squeezed, rubbed and pressed upon it, giving her the pleasure her imagination made sure was coming from him.

She couldn't help it.

The tension between the two of them. The urge to kiss one another was undeniable, she couldn't resist him and for a fact he couldn't resist her either.

She didn't know that of course, but who said he wasn't feeling the same thing as she was at this very moment?

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LMAO- IM SO SORRY YALL HAD TO GO THROUGH THAT HSHSHSH

EITHER WAY I HOPED YOU LIKED IT??

DONT DO THIS ON YOUR OWN

USE PROTECTION

AND DONT FUCK YOURSELF <3

LOVE U ALL X