Jess Mariano One shots.

Oliver Twist

Y/N's P.O.V.

"No way! Ok. Oliver Twist was amazing but not out of this world ama-"

"Nope! Nope! I don't care what you say!" Jess interrupts me as he hugs the book to his chest.

"Look, I know that Charles Dicken's writing style is one of the best but-"

"Y/N, this is a dangerous matter. Don't go there." He interrupts again, knowing that if we just don't stop that I'll end up convincing him of anything.

"Yeah, but-" and then he just throws himself on me, pretending to be passed out. Which is what he does when he doesn't want to talk anymore.

I hold him so he won't fall off my bed and into my pile of books on the floor.

"Jess, you're too heavy!" I whine. And he opens one of his eyes and gives me a smile. I end up resting his head on my lap and he just stares into my eyes.

We only stare into each others eyes. That's all we can do.

Jess brings his hand up to my face, tracing his thumb onto my bottom lip. "You've got such soft lips." He whispers.

He sits up and cups my face, not once breaking the eye contact.

"Kiss me." I whisper out. "You want to, I want you to. Just do it."

And with that, he does. His lips meet mine, they're rough, they're soft, somewhere in between. And that's just perfect.

My fingers trace his jaw, and he leaves a streak of burning sensation on my skin all throughout my thighs with his.

It's beautiful. It's not disgusting. It's not just lust. It's not just hormones. It's something more.

My arms drape around his neck, my fingers intertwining with his hair, and his still burning my skin.

As all of this happens our lips still stay in motion, but then his have another idea. He kisses my neck, sucks, nibbles.

Breaths are getting slower, faster, getting shallower, deeper, getting wary, confident. Consistently shifting from one feeling to another.

And my my fingers drag down to the edge of his shirt and climb back up under it. I can feel his abdomen tightening, his skin getting goosebumps, his heartbeat rising by the second.

"Y/N." He gasps out, affected by my touch.

"Jess." I breath in his name, wanting all of him.

I start to unbutton his shirt, one at a time, torture for him, torture for me. And finally I manage to take off his shirt and he lays me down, his legs on both sides me, his body on top of mine.

His lips pull away from my skin and a second later I feel them again on my lower belly. "Jess." I moan out. And I can feel him smile on my skin.

And that's when we both jump off each other when we hear the doorbell ring.

But we take a while to look back at each other. His dark hair is all over the place, and his lips are red.

After a few more seconds he stands up, buttoning his shirt back on, making sure not to stand on my books and heads out to see who's at the front door.

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So...I hope that was good.

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