Little Love Stories (one-shots)

The School Project

(SMUT WARNING)

It was a typical day at school. I was tired and so was everyone else. Senior year was about to come to an end. We barely had any assignments left, most teachers just assigned revision work for finals. Except, of course, Mr. Stanley. That morning, in his class, Mr. Stanley assigned a project. And not just any project, a GROUP project. To top it off, he had paired me to work with Kyle Erikson. I just couldn't wait to do all the work on this project just for him to slap his name on it and get the grade too. Isn't that what always happens in group projects?

After class, Kyle walked up to me, "So, are you free after school?", I drank the last sip of my coffee, needing the energy, before I replied,

 "Your place at 5?", I asked.

He nodded. And that's about all the interaction I had had with Kyle all senior year. 

See, we used to be friends. Around sophomore year, we all used to hang out together, Him and I, my best friend Sarah and his best friend Jay. We were inseparable until Jay and Sarah started dating and eventually had probably the messiest breakup our school had ever seen. Kyle and I never really had a falling out but, we hated each other by association, loyalty and all. 

That night, after school, I walked over to his house. His mom was downstairs getting ready for a night shift at the hospital when I got there. She seemed surprised to see me in her living room after so long. We chatted a bit until Kyle appeared in the middle of the stairs. 

He was wearing a pair of low hanging sweatpants and no shirt. His brown hair was messy and his cheeks were tinted red. I had never really paid much attention, but since we'd grown apart, we had also grown up and puberty seemed to have been good to Kyle. He'd grown taller and more muscular and in that moment, for the first time I found him attractive. Really attractive. 

I realised that I must have been staring and he'd said something while I wasn't paying attention. 

"come upstairs?" He spoke again. 

I nodded and  followed him upstairs, waving goodbye to his mom. 

I followed him into his room and sat on his bed. It seemed neater than I remembered it, like he's cleared it up for me. Not exactly something he would have done when we were younger. 

We brainstormed and worked on the project for a while. I sat on the bed typing and he laid down speaking and reading things out loud to me from a notebook.  

For a moment, it started to feel like old times. I felt comfortable with him, the way I did when we were best friends. Except now he was hot, and shirtless, and I had fantasised the slightest bit downstairs earlier. 

We were finally almost done with the project, just tying up loose ends, when he sat up, reached over me, and closed my laptop.

"I'm sorry, I'm just sooo painfully bored, I thought death was upon me", he cooed, dramatically in a fake British accent, causing me to smile the slightest bit, and roll my eyes at him. 

Our eyes met, sitting so close to each other, in the dimly lit bedroom. His hand wandered and his fingers lingered on my thigh. I took a breath, surprised by his touch, making him smirk. 

He put his hand on my jaw and pulled me into a kiss. I kissed him back, and pretty soon the kiss got deeper and more passionate until we were laying down on the bed making out. 

He pulled the string of my black shorts making them come undone and slipped his hand under them, all the while gently biting my neck, causing me to moan. 

His fingers traveled up and down my thigh, before he slid them under my panties which were now drenched. 

I took off my tee shirt and he undid my bra, while kissing me. 

He then kneeled at the end of the bed and slid my panties off slowly, put his mouth on my inner thigh and began sucking and biting my thigh gently, before moving on to my clit. He stayed there until i was a writhing mess, arching my back and whimpering while clutching his hair in my hand. 

Then, he stood up and I got on my knees before him. He took my long, dark hair into his fist while I choked gagged on him, fitting as much as I could into my mouth while he thrust into my throat and moaned and growled. 

After a while, he pulled me up from off the ground, roughly and lifted me up, gently dropping me back on the bed, on my back. He pushed my legs open and i stared into his green eyes, which seemed darker than usual with desire. I looked at him innocently as he gently inserted inside me, thrusting slowly and then harder and faster into my body, making me moan and whimper. He spanked my thigh until there was a glowing, red print on the side of my leg and continued thrusting into me roughly and groaning while also gently removing a strand of hair from in front of my eyes and looking into my eyes. His eyes had never looked so soft, despite what was going on. A few moments after I climaxed, moaning out his name in bliss, he pulled out and finished in my mouth, and I stuck out my tongue to taste it. 

When it was over, we crashed down onto his bed and kissed some more. I giggled. 

"What's so funny?", he asked in a playful tone, 

"Great way to end a project", I laughed , and so did he. 

"I'm sorry, you're just so hot, Sophie, I really couldn't help myself", he said, brushing the same hair from earlier out of my face with his hand. 

We laid in bed a little longer and kissed a little more. Then, I put my clothes back on, and he gave me one of his hoodies as the sun had set and it was getting cold. 

We kissed on the doorstep and he hugged me tightly, gently tugging, with my hair in his fist as before. I glared at him and he laughed. 

I made my way back home, smiling like an idiot the entire way. 

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Hey Readers, 

This was a bit less fluffy and a little more smutty. Let me know what you prefer in the comments. Hope you enjoyed it, if you did, please vote.

Love u, 

-G