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... Making out with the HSL boys in semi-public places
CONTENT WARNING: this contains suggestive material. reader's discretion is advised.
NATHANIEL
He isn’t one to flirt and make out in the halls, but he doesn’t mind a few lingering kisses when nobody is looking…
Late hours in the library, after classes, when no one is there to bother him with a multitude of menial tasks. Nath becomes much more touchy and flirty. Stolen kisses, a hand on your thigh, even soft kisses on your cheek or on your neck, making you shiver.
It always ends up with the two of you tucked away in a corner between shelves of books making out. No need to worry about people interrupting the two of you, since it’s so late. Your fingers tangled in his hair, his hands on your hips, all that can be heard is soft pants and the occasional whimper.
“Shhh, you don’t want us to be caught, do you?” he chuckles as he pulls away from another heated kiss. The two of you have forgotten about homework and the sheets of paper are laying abandoned on the table. There’s a mischievous twinkle in Nath’s eyes as he bends forward to kiss your neck, leaving faint marks over the soft skin. His fingers digs in your hips, trying to pull you even closer (as if that was even possible).
“Nath, we should stop…” you say hesitantly.
“Hmm? And why’s that?” he answers, only stopping his teasing to speak and going back to his attack on your neck right after.
“Because if we don’t stop now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself at all…” you sigh. And you hate that you have to be the voice of reason. You don’t want to let go of his soft hair, or his soft lips, or him in general. But you are this close to jumping his bones right then and there, and you know getting caught doing inappropriate things at school would get you killed at home.
Your boyfriend stops and lifts up his head to look at your flustered state. The rosy cheeks, slightly swollen lips and blown out pupils make him want to go on, but he knows you’re right. He doesn’t want to be reprimanded either. And so he leans away from you to smooth his hair back in place and makes sure his clothes are alright, before placing one last kiss on your lips and pulling you away from the stacks. “You’re right. Let’s finish this at my place instead.”
Your blush deepens ever more.
CASTIEL
This man is not shy in any way, shape, or form. He kisses you in the hallway, flirts with you shamelessly, and would never have it any other way. Seeing you blushing and swooning is just so much fun…
He knows you like it when his hand lingers on your hip or your lower back as you walk together. He also likes the looks of jealousy Kentin and Ambre send your way when he does.
An empty classroom, in the basement when no one is there after a cigarette… everywhere is good enough to make out with his hot girlfriend. It's always fun to make your heart race. Usually after class, but during lunch break works fine too… Anyways, as long as you don’t get caught.
His hand is right on your ass and the other is holding the back of your head to keep you in place. Yours are holding his shirt tightly in an attempt to steady yourself. His kisses are not rough per say, but making out with Castiel isn’t a soft romantic affair either. It’s filled with desire, impatience and want. It’s all the stolen glances, smirks and teasing that build the tension, and it always ends up with the two of you escaping to make out somewhere.
You let out a soft gasp when he bites your lower lip and it makes him chuckle. “Too rough for you?”
“Never.” you argue. “But you do make me lose my mind sometimes.”
“Good.”
And the make out continues until the two of you are out of breath and you’re about to be late for class. Even then, stopping seems to be tremendously hard.
“We need to go to class,” you say between kisses. “We’re gonna be late.”
“Hmmm,” Castiel begins, before going back to kissing you, ignoring what you said.
“Come on, we don’t need more detention hours.” The man groans out of frustration in answer, but he does lean back and let you go. As the two of you leave the basement, him following you, he doesn’t miss the opportunity to lean over and whisper in your ear:
“We’re not done cutie.”
You giggle, and when you sit down beside Rosalya in class, she smirks and doesn’t fail to point out your messy hair and swollen lips.
LYSANDRE
He is not a big fan of PDA, but sometimes he just can’t help himself. You are gorgeous and so kind and soft with him, how can he not want to eat you up?
This is exacerbated by your tendency to go on quests helping other people, which tends to keep you away from him for days on end. Not that you ever miss the opportunity to say hi and spend some time with him, but it does feel like he has to share you, and he doesn’t like that very much.
So it is not rare for the two of you to end up laying in the school garden, hidden between flowers and trees, chatting for a few hours after class. And eventually, soft kisses lead to deeper ones and soft touches.
It’s always so nice, laying on top of your boyfriend in the grass and sharing kisses. It feels like the world stops for a moment, and you can finally breathe. Until he kisses you and you can’t anymore. Soft kisses always turn into more demanding ones, and they become longer, and you lose yourself in the moment. Inevitably, Lysandre wraps his arms around you and flips you over so that you are on your back and he is on top. He likes tooking at you from this angle. His lips trail from your lips to your collarbone, and his fingers trace your arms before entangling with your own fingers.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers. “I finally have you all to myself.”
You giggle. “Jealous much, Lysandre?” He doesn’t answer, but you know there is a bit of truth in what you said. Lysandre would never keep you away from your friends, your tendency to help everyone around you is one of the reasons he fell for you in the first place. Still, having you like this, under him, kissing in the school garden is like heaven.
Soon enough, the kisses turn more and more heated. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, his are planted on the ground on either side of your head to keep balance. Not much can be heard apart from the sound of your kissing and your breathless pants whenever you momentarily separate to breathe.
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles. “I don’t think I can let you go…”
“You’ll have to, loverboy, because practice starts in 5 minutes.”
Castiel’s voice makes the both of you jump and suddenly Lysandre is getting up, flustered to have been caught by his friend. You pout as you sit back up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give him back to you.” Castiel snickers. You answer with a grimace.
Lysande gives you one last kiss before going and whispers in your ear:
“I promise I’ll call you, I still want more time with you.” The implications make you blush.
ARMIN
Armin would never miss an opportunity to make out with you, but he feels it is a bit awkward at school. He doesn’t like seeing others lick face, so why would he do it?
Instead, he prefers the comfort of his house to have you at his mercy. Sitting on the couch in the basement, with a movie in the background and a bowl of popcorn. Of course it takes no more than 15 minutes before the two of you are making out on the sofa. The movie is forgotten as you climb on his lap and his hands plant themselves on your hips.
The only worry is Alexy, who would never miss an opportunity to bother you two. So you always have to keep an ear open for the sound of someone coming down the stairs.
Even though Armin said he wanted to finish the final level of his game, it seems he is much more busy with undoing your shirt’s buttons and leaving bitemarks on your neck. Not that you mind the looping level music in the background, you are too busy enjoying the moment.
“Hmm Armin…” you sigh, pleased.
“Yeah?” he asks, knowing fully you’re simply expressing pleasure.
“Don’t stop.”
He chuckles. “I had no intention of stopping, you’re so sexy like that.”
It goes on like that for a while, the temperature between the two of you goes up. Now the kisses are filled with urgency and you’re rocking your hips against his, which makes his fingers dig into your hips even more. Above the video game music, soft whimpers and moans can be heard. Your neck is already filled with little marks which should disappear over the next few hours (Armin hopes), and your boyfriend is seriously considering removing your bra to find a new blank canvas. The distant sound of a door being opened and closed makes its way to your ears and for a moment you stop yourself in your rocking motion.
“I think someone is here,” you whisper to Armin. He stops and listens. From the first floor, Alexy announces he’s finally home from his detention. He sighs.
“Uuugh, great. Perfect timing, as always.” your boyfriend whines.
You quickly close your shirt’s buttons and slide off his lap. There is no need to be seen by your best friend licking his twin brother’s face.
“The day I have you all to myself you are done for, pretty girl.” Armin whispers in your ear, and his words make you mentally curse Alexy for ruining your make out session.
KENTIN
PDA is his favorite thing. He would never miss an opportunity to show off your love to everyone else, ever. He’s always holding your hand, kissing you, hugging you. It’s great, it feels like you’re the most precious person in his life.
He tries to be mindful, but when you’re dressed so pretty he simply wants to steal you away and keep you all to himself. It’s like an irresistible urge.
Every now and then, the two of you can be found in a corner of an empty classroom, trying to be quiet while you kiss as if it was your last day on Earth. You are sitting on a desk and your boyfriend is standing between your legs, holding your face in his hands and looking at you with hearts in his eyes.
“You’re so pretty,” he says as he keeps on leaving kisses all over your face. You giggle and let him ramble on a bit. Stolen moments like these are always so nice. You feel cherished, and maybe a bit shy. You are very much aware that anyone could walk in at any time on you two. One kiss lands on your lips, then a second, and then you just don’t stop. Before long, the two of you are kissing more than you are breathing.
“Kentin, we should stop before we get caught,” you say, pulling away a bit.
“Should we?” he answers. “Classes are over, I don’t think anyone would come and bother us…”
The puppy dog look he gives you almost makes you apologise for even proposing the idea of stopping your make out session. But it’s the way he kisses you once more that makes you forget what you were just saying. There’s a bit more urgency, this time, and he’s pressing up against you in a way that lets you know how he really feels about your make out session. It makes you lose your mind a little. And you can’t help the moan you let out in answer.
“And you said we should stop,” your boyfriend jokes.
“I just don’t want to get caught,” you argue with a smile on your face.
“Where do you propose we go, then?”
“Well… my parents aren’t home tonight, so I guess we could go there…?”
Something changes in your boyfriend’s eyes and he grabs your hands and your bags, pulling you outside the classroom without a word.
