Marcus Lopez x Reader One-shots

~you're obsessed..~

GUYS.. IM SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SOO LONG BUT IM BACK NOW :) it might take me a while to get back into the groove of things, but im going to be updating my stories again noww. anyways, please enjoy this..

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I've seen the way he looks at me. The admiration, the desire, the lust. I know he wants me.

Who knows, maybe I want him too.

But that's besides the point.

He stares at me from across the room, head tilted down, eyes looking dead with a small smirk on his face. God he's hot. I could talk to him later, seeing as the coward won't approach me himself.

I get snapped back into reality when Saya hits my legs with her knee. I look at her and she's looking at me with wide eyes and tilts her head to the teacher. He called on me to answer a question he just asked. "..Well?" He says with an unammused look on his face. My face fills with embarrassment and turns a deep red shade, I almost feel like getting sick.

"Sir, they don't look too good right now. Maybe I should take them to get some water or something," says a familiar voice.

I look over and see Marcus looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you, Marcus."

Then I hear his chair squeak and scrape against the floor, watching him walk to my seat and grab my arm, lifting me up with a tight grip. "Come on, y/n." He says, his angelic voice filling the silent air. "Let's get you fixed up," he whispers in my ear.

We walk out of the room and the door closes behind us, the teacher's voice muffled in the background. "Are you okay?" He asks, keeping up his little act.

"Oh cut the bullshit, Marcus. We both know why you pulled me out of there." I say, rolling my eyes at him.

"Oh? And why is that?" He asks, a sly grin on his face.

"You're obsessed." I tell him, looking from his eyes to his lips, and back up to his gorgeous eyes.

"Me? No.. I think that's you."

"Mhm. So then why do I catch you staring at me from across the room every day, hm? And don't think I haven't noticed you following me around campus. To lunch, the library, hell even to my room. You're a creep is what you are." He just stares at me, a defeated look on his face. "But I never said I'm not enjoying it, having you around. I mean shit, maybe I'm the crazy one."

The next thing I know, his soft lips are on mine. We move in a slow rhythm, gradually getting faster. His breathing gets harder and his hands are all over me. My hands make their way to his hair and I gently pull on the strands. He lets out a small groan and pushes his lips onto my even harder, if thats even possible.

Then I pull away.

His face follows after mine, trying to continue but I grab his chin and hold it up so he's looking me in my eyes. He lets a shaky breath escape his perfect mouth. "I'll see you later, yeah?" I ask in a quiet voice, almost a whisper.

He nods his head and runs his thumb over my swollen lips.

"God, you're perfect." He mumbles.

I turn and walk back into the classroom, leaving him alone in the hallway. I sit back in my seat and the teacher turns to me, "Feeling better, y/n?"

"Very."

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