POVs (oneshots)

POV: you and your enemy have a bet

TW(smut, biting/hickys, a little blood, s/h scars/talk)
spicy
bxb
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(3 weeks ago)
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You angrily ask your enemy as he pins you to the wall of the locker room, both of you being the last two in there after changing out of your gym uniforms.

"What do you think you're doing wearing that?" He asks you as he looks down at your outfit.

You're wearing a pleated skirt, a knit sweater tucked into the skirt, fishnets, your usual converse, and your usual jewelry.

"What do you mean? And why would you care?" You ask him annoyed as you try to push him away from you but he's bigger and stronger than you so it doesn't work.

"Do you know how many people I've seen checking you out in this today?" He asks lowly and you don't know how to respond. You've never heard him talk to you like this.

"To many." He answers for you before one of his hands slips onto your waist and you take a sharp breath at the sudden feeling.

Despite him being your enemie you've always found him hot, but you always thought he was straight and you were both always fighting so there was no point in telling him what you thought.

"Why do you care?" You asks him again, trying to ignore the want you have to crash your lips to his right now.

"Because only I should be able to look at you like that." He says lowly as he moves his face right next to yours, you feel his breath on your lips and it makes you shiver.

"Why's that?" You ask him teasingly.

"Because you drive me crazy. I want- no need, you." He says as he pushes his body against yours and your eyes widen slightly as you feel his hard cock pressed against you.

You quickly recover from your shock before smirking at him. "How about a bet?" You ask him and he looks at you confused for a second.

"A bet?" He asks curiously, his breathing a little heavy with his turned on state.

"Which ever one of us gives in to their need first has to do anything the other says." You tell him with a smirk as your hands snake up and around his neck to tease him a bit.

He seems to think about that for a second before he pulls away from you. "Ok, but be prepared to loose." He says with a smirk before his hand teasingly brushes your shoulder as he walks away and leaves the locker room.
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(Now)
For the last three weeks you have both been teasing and flirting with each other constantly when no one else is around. You're almost at your breaking point with how much you need him.

After the last bell of the school day rang you were at your locker grabbing what books you need for homework and trying your hardest to not let your thoughts wander too much about him.

Just as you close your locker you feel a strong hand grip on your upper arm and immediately turn to find your enemy looking down at you with more need in his eye than you've ever seen.

"You're coming with me." He grumbles out lowly.

His words and grip on your arm is not helping with the distracting thoughts and needs that your mind is threatening to wander with.

"Are you giving in for the bet?" You ask him lowly as one of your hands slowly slides up from his stomach to his chest, not under his shirt.

He lets out the faintest groan at the feeling of your hand on him, you barely were about to hear it but you still did and it made you smirk.

"No, but I intend on making you give in." He says lowly before he's pulling you with him out of the school and to his car.

He opens the passenger door and tells you to get in so you do. He then goes around to the driver's side and gets in before he starts the car and starts driving to, you don't know where.