𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ lady lesso; birthday (2)*

"I'm surprised you haven't taken that off." A smooth voice ejects into the hubble and bubble of the first year students. I can tell by the tone of her voice she's being genuine, even if her expression says otherwise.

"I quite like wearing it." I say, cleaning my mouth and preparing to leave. Lesso watches me as I rise, half listening to the conversation Clarissa involved her in. I lean down to her ear as I pass her, "I really want to thank the person who gifted it me." Her body goes rigid and Clarissa shoots her a look, my figure long gone.

I laugh to myself as I walk away, the fluttering in my stomach portraying more attraction to this woman than I thought. For all I know I may regret my little stunt later. Alas, only time may tell. Heels click behind me followed by the thudding of a cane that causes my stomach to do flips.

I disappear around the corner, waiting for her to pass by the classroom I hid in which is coincidentally mine. When I see her red hair I reach quickly for her hand - pulling her figure into the room. The door closes and locks before her lips crash with mine. I pull her towards the window so I can close the curtains, her hands everywhere other than where deemed appropriate if we are to be caught.

The curtains close and her hand slide down the back of my leg, the other my neck pushing me further into her kiss. I bite her lip and she gasps allowing me to roam her mouth with my tounge. A low guttural moan escapes her lips as I slide my hands under her shirt, hands kneading her boobs. Pulling away she looks deeply into my eyes. I pause my movements, waiting for her to tell me something I don't want to hear.

"I've wanted to do this for as long as I can remember." She admits. My stomach summersaults over and over again, "But if you don't want-" I stop her by kissing her again and starting to unbutton her shirt, the blazer discarded somewhere between the door and window.

Her movements are slow compared to my frantic ones. Soon enough though, her hands are grabbing at the bottom of my skirt: pushing it up to my hips. Whilst I remain (almost) fully dressed, she stands there in just her underwear.

My shirt is removed, red bra fully on show. "Red suits you." She says breathlessly, one hand pinning me to the table by my shoulder, the other trailing up and down my thigh relentlessly. She sucks on my neck and stomach, leaving purple bruises along my body - marking me as hers. I leave a few on her neck when possible.

"Leonora please stop." I beg, aching to be touched by her. Surely I'm dripping through my underwear already? But she probably knows this and wants to tease me anyways.

"Stop? My, my. So impatient for an Ever." She muses. I use my freehand to grab a fistfull of her hair, pushing her head down my body to the throbbing between my thighs.

"Please." Her ocean eyes are wide, but soon I can see them no more. She pulls down my matching red lingerie slowly, soft lips kissing where her hands were moments ago. I wrap my legs around her neck, propping myself up on my elbows wanting to watch her. I doubt I'll be able to.

The first stroke from her tounge is unexpected and cold. A loud moan escapes my lips and I feel her smile against me pleased by the reaction she caused from so little touch. I soon find out her tounge is just as relentless as her fingertips as she works my pussy, dipping her hands in and out. I feel the knot in my stomach forming rapidly and I guide her head, pushing her closer to me.

A hand reaches behind me unclasping the bra and throwing it across the room. Her tounge doesn't stop as she reaches for my nipple - pinching it with her index and thumb. The movement nearly pushes me over the edge as my legs tighten around her neck and I feel myself near the release I haven't experienced in years. She pushes her tongue further into me, it being the stroke to undo me.

She laps up my juices like a hungry animal as I collapse onto my desk. She removes herself from below me, sliding the underwear back up to its original position.

"You have a strong grip." She winks. I laugh weakly at her humour, watching her collect her garments from the floor and put them on.

"I'm assuming you don't want me to?"

"I'd prefer to please my princess but if you want we can later. After all we still both have lessons to teach." She reminds me, I look at the time. If only I could magically call in sick. Her hands pull me from the desk - legs wobbly and top half still bare. She reclasps my bra and buttons my shirt; my hair the matter I attend to. She places kisses on my lips as she works, soft and sweet like she's didn't just fuck me on myown desk.

I fix up her makeup with a little magic and fix her hair. Once we're both presentable she readies herself to leave. "I guess this is your second birthday present princess."

"Which means I still haven't repaid you." I pout suggestively.

"You'll have plenty of opportunities." She smirks, unlocking the door and taking her leave. Whatever the fuck just happened, I want to do again.

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A/N : If you know me, no you don't. Also it's my first time writing smut so I apologize for it being really short and probably absolutely shit.🧍🏻‍♀️