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───୨ৎ─── QUIET IN THE LIBRARY II N. WHEELER X FEMME!READER
summary: your tutor can't control herself when you walk into your tutoring session wearing a short skirt and revealing shirt.
content: popular!reader, femme!reader, rich!reader, smut, mouth covering, minor breath play, sub!reader, public sex, grinding/dry humping, one use of good girl, not at all proof read i'm sorry wc: 0.9k note: femme!reader and tutor!nancy will return...
nancy wheeler taglist: @yyunju
nancy tried to control herself, she really did, and yet the second you walk into the library, wearing a tiny little skirt that'd be sure to get you dress coded if you weren't rich enough to have teachers not want to be on your bad side, any sense of composure goes straight out the window.
"so what are we doing today, wheeler?" you begrudgingly ask, sitting down opposite her. the way you lean over to get a peak at her book only serves to push up your cleavage, and nancy swallows, silently begging herself to return her gaze back to her notes.
she's been tutoring you for the better half of two months now, ever since she was told to by the principle. there's absolutely no way she would ever volunteer to spend time with you, the school's resident mean girl, of her own volition. maybe she hasn't gotten over the way you insulted her sweater the first day you met, or maybe she hates the way her stomach flips when she sees you, but she's only agreed to help you in order to look good for college applications, and you, despite initially protesting, had no other choice but to let her. your parents might be rich, but they can't pay their way past you failing ever single class.
"english literature," nancy mumbles, still staring at your chest.
"are you looking for your notes in my tits or are you staring for another reason?"
nancy snaps out of it, cheeks flushing a shade of red at the realisation that you noticed. if anything, and certainly judging by your smug expression, you were purposely trying to make her look.
"your outfits are... distracting," she grits out once she's composed herself. every session is the same; you show up in something remotely revealing and nancy keeps her composure for roughly five minutes before slipping off to fuck you somewhere scandalously public.
"wanna do something about it?" you smirk, cocking your head at the nearby bookshelves. "i seem to have left.... whatever book we're reading for class at home, so i suppose we'll have to go fetch me another one?"
nancy knew this would happen, so she tucked another copy in her bag before coming here. she could slide it over to your side of the table and be done with this whole conversation. even though you'd most likely resist at first, you'd eventually open it up to whatever page she instructs and get on with the work, no doubt complaining the whole time. or, she could pretend.
"you forgot your book again?" nancy chooses the latter, standing up from her seat. "fine, let's hope they have another copy."
the second you enter the secluded classics section, nancy is on you, pushing you up against the shelf without any remorse for the way the books dig into your back. her lips meet yours in that rough, punishing way you like best, her hips moving against yours.
"what happened to....getting my book?" you try to be cocky, but your words falter as nancy's kisses trail down to your neck, sucking at the soft skin there. in fact, your whole facade does. without nancy pressing against you so hard, you doubt you'd be able to stand.
when nancy first discovered this side of you, it opened worlds. you can act indifferent and above everything, but the second nancy asks you to jump, you'll respond with 'how high?' the complete power trip it gives nancy is intoxicating, to see you reduced to such a pathetic mess for her and her only.
with all the kissing and pulling at clothes, you find yourself with your shirt half unbuttoned, and your hips slotted against her thigh. just to try it, you slowly grind, a hand grasping her shoulder when you do, so hard you swear you break a perfectly manicured nail. it's the best sensation you've ever experienced. "oh, oh shit, nancy...."
"you like that?" nancy scoffs, but she places a hand on your hip anyways, guiding your motions against her. as much as she hates to admit, she likes it too.
"don't care, so...so good...gonna—" a loud moan slips past your lips without permission. thankfully, the library seems to be mostly deserted today, otherwise you'd surely be in a lot of trouble already.
"quiet," nancy hisses. you might be popular, but nancy isn't sure the librarian is going to let lesbian sex in the classics section slide. when you continue to moan, nancy has no choice (or at least she tells herself that) but to cover your mouth. "that's more like it."
just from a bit of grinding, you're already so close. nancy has half a mind to mock you for it, but instead she uses her thumb and index finger to cover your nose as well, completely unable to lie to herself that it's to keep you quiet this time. it's exactly what you need to push you over the edge, reaching your peak with a muffled sob. "good girl," nancy softly whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple so light that, in your daze, you can't be sure if you felt it or not.
you sag against her, head resting against her shoulder in a temporary moment of tenderness. then, once you've recovered enough, you whisper in her ear, and despite not being able to see your face, nancy knows your smirking when you say, "i know you brought another copy in your bag."
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