07 a girl can dream

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"HAWK?" SHE ASKED

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"HAWK?" SHE ASKED. he lingered over her. he had no clothes on other than his black boxers. he just looked down at her. he was practically undressing her with his eyes.

she looked down at herself and now she was half naked? she only had her bra and underwear on? how? she just had her clothes on a moment ago?

"you wanna say all those things to me at dinner and expect me not to react," he said, his voice wasn't loud, just above a whisper, and it sent shivers down her whole body. "you're a fucking bitch."

"w-what are you doing?" she stammered out. the suspense starting to get to her. she then tried to sit up on her hands but his arms reached out and pushed her back flat against the bed. the bed melted around her body, like it was made for her.

he didn't respond, just a smirk creeping onto his face. he reaches down and spreads her legs apart just enough to crawl in between them. he crawls up farther, his face right above hers. their breath colliding and bouncing back onto their faces. his blue eyes looked directly into her grey ones. they could cut the tension with a knife as they just look at eachother.

her heart was racing, like it was about to come out her chest. he looked down at her half naked body. taking in the sight. he trails his right hand down her body. his finger tips barely touching her stomach. he stopped right at her panties waistband.

her breath hitched as she looked down at his hand. he hooks his pointer and middle finger onto the waistband and looks up at her. "want these on or off?" he teased her.

she just nodded her head. she couldn't put together any words, her brain just stopped working. he chuckled and ripped them off. she let out a tiny noise as the cold breeze hit her bare lower half. he examines her body as he then swiftly takes off his boxers.

the thing was, she couldn't see his lower half. it was all blurry in the dream. like he didn't have anything there. but then she realized, he definitely did have something there, and it was pressing against her thigh.

she let out a quiet gasp as his length pressed against her. she was hoping he couldn't hear it but he did, and he was amused. he let out a small chuckle as he took ahold of him and teased her. rubbing his tip along her folds, pressing it into her and then pulling away.

"please stop...!" she whined. she couldn't take it, the teasing was driving her crazy. her knuckles becoming white as she gripped the comforter around her. he just laughed at her and then slammed into her without any warning, or anytime to adjust to him. she let out a pathetic noise as her whole body jolted as he starts to move.

"oh-oh fuck!" she yelled out. her hands still holding onto the bed for dear life. she couldn't particularly feel the pleasure from the dream, she felt little tingles down there, but not real feelings.

"you...fucking...bitch!" he said in between groans as he his hips slammed against hers over and over again. her only response to that was a eye roll, not in an annoyed way per usual, just pure lust washing over her face.

as he kept slamming into her at a brutal pace. she felt the climax in her stomach forming. and he was getting close too since his thrusts were becoming sloppy and uneven. he let out a string of curses as he reaches his climax. not slowing down at all.

her eyes fluttered shut as she feels her climax about to erupt. "fuck-fuck- f-!"

"fuck!" she yelled out. except when she opened her eyes, hawk wasn't above her, it was her ceiling. she grabbed her phone and checked the time. 5:49am.

fuck. she thought to herself. she now had to go to school and see hawk...
























a/n: ahhhh don't forget to upvote and comment!! i'm so close to 100 views on this!!! anyway, this is the first smut i've written in awhile so sorry if it's poorly written.

anyway, how will maevis act around hawk at school? predictions??

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