❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

While on the plane headed across the pond, Jess writes Joe a letter. it becomes a normal thing, and Jules writes Joe once or twice in there as well. However, this is about #7 and her old coach, not #9.

What do you do when you're given a second chance at life? *** Age 15: Oliver Sallow is shipped to the tiny town of Blissby to live with a new foster family. Finn O'Connell is captain of the football team. Neither of them knows much about the other except for one thing: they have absolutely nothing in common. Age 17: Oliver finds Finn having a panic attack in the library bathroom. They still have nothing in common. They fall in love all the same. Age 18: Oliver breaks up with Finn. Age 18.5: Oliver dies in a motorcycle accident. Six minutes and twenty-four seconds later, he wakes up again to be offered a deal: he will get to spend another twelve months as a guardian angel, neither fully dead nor completely alive. The catch: the person he is assigned to help is none other than Finn O'Connell. Age 19: Two boys, fourteen months of history, and a promise: this time, there can be no falling back in love. (Cover art by @slimmwrites)

No one in Formula 1 ever expects two drivers to think the same way. Not when every corner demands instinct, every braking point reveals personality, and every lap tells the truth about who you are behind the wheel. Which is why the first time Oscar Piastri's telemetry matched mine, people laughed it off. Coincidence. Luck. One strange overlap in a sport full of them. The second time, they frowned. The third time, they whispered. By the fourth, no one was laughing anymore. Because our data wasn't just similar. It was identical - curve for curve, corner for corner, choice for choice - as if he had reached into my head and stolen the rhythm of my hands, my instincts, my heart. No one could explain it. And the more it happened, the harder it became to ignore the question sitting like a stone in my chest - Why us?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝟏𝟖 + [𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭] ━━━ ❝ Everybody wants him, that was my crime. ❞ Maximilian Verstappen is as famous as one can get without being king. As the city's star bullfighter, The Red Bull, no one is immune to his charms. With his commitment to his craft, risking his life on the ring, Maximilian has escaped the pressures of courting- a particularly convenient arrangement considering his lack of interest in women. Charles Leclerc, a foreign nobleman, is not starstruck by him and Maximilian is quick to note. The night soon turns into morning and for the first time, Maximilian has an interest in something that is not his bulls.

Mission Oscar Piastri-Leclerc-Verstappen-Norris is a go...in short, chaos reign. Slow burn cuz of course...

<^ Oscar piastri moved to Britain when he was 15. However, in this school was different. It was almost like an American tv show in there. You had the football team, the captain who was a man whore and just so happened to be named, Lando Norris. Oscar didn't speak much. Mostly because he was an Aussie in a British school, he got bullied a lot. Mainly by said football captain. IN OTHER WORDS THE LANDOSCAR BULLY/NERD WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR ^>

(+18) Oscar has always been alone until Cambridge. One party. One unexpected meeting with Daniel. One moment that changes everything, even if he doesn't know it yet. Suddenly, he's surrounded by the kind of friends he never thought he'd have and by Lando, at the center of it all. Sometimes, belonging begins by accident.

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

sappy high school fic , it's romantic, teenage romance, up and coming, coming of age blah blah blah. it's beautiful, it's soft, it's heartbreaking. and i'm actually a good writer so, this book doesn't suck enjoy !!