𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𖹭 𝐦.𝐫 (𝟏/𝟐)

knee deep in the passenger
seat and you're eating me out,
is it casual now..?

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

"God, you're being an idiot." Pansy says to me, laughing. I giggle, but she's probably right.

Pansy and all my friends are calling me a loser because I'm still hanging around with Mattheo.

I really like him. I should go after what I want, right? We cuddle, have sex and go out for dinner. But he still says we're casual.

It hurts, but I keep accepting it. What can I do? I've shown him - literally - every part of me, and if it's not enough then I don't know what I can do.

"Hello?" I snap out of it when I hear Pansy gesturing for me to get up. Its almost past curfew and we were hanging in the library.

-

We arrive to the dorm that we share and I see a small note on my bed. So small that it wouldn't be perceived if not looked for.

Almost like me.

I open it, a stupid grin already planted on my face. I was expecting this.

"Hey, pretty. Come to my dorm half an hour after curfew. I miss you."

I smile and Pansy raises a brow. "What does that dick want?" She knows.

"He wants to get an apartment together, get married and show me off to his friends." I say, sarcastically.

"In your dreams, honey. You're just a girl he bangs on his couch." I smile softly, nodding. She doesn't mean to be rude, but damn.

-

Half an hour later, I'm in my best navy lingerie, my favorite pijamas and my hair is up. Ready.

I knock on Mattheos dorm door, looking around cautiously. In about 5 seconds, he opens it and I look him up and down.

His 8 pack is sexy as ever, his hair still wet and that cheeky smile flashing his white teeth.

"Hey, hot stuff." He says, pulling me in by my waist and pecking my lips.

"Is Draco here?" I ask, lightly biting his lip as he pulls away. Draco was Mattheos dorm buddy.

"Nope, you can be as loud as you want." He jokes and I shake my head, rolling my eyes with a smile on my face.

I plop down on his bed and he's quick to follow, kissing and nibbling my shoulder, keeping my hips still with his hands.

I whimper clutching his bicep as he chuckles. "Fucking sexy." He mumbles as he reaches my chest area and pulls my shirt off.

"I wore this for you." I say, running my hands down his abs as he unclasps my bra.

"Oh, yeah? I-" His phone rings.

For fucks sake.

He sighs, giving me an apologetic look before answering. He smiles a little too hard as he starts speaking.

I hear a feminine voice and something in my kind of... feels bad.