#eea fmc

[michaestzu]

Mmc: *Sees a group of people doing something stupid*

Mmc: God, whose kids are those.

Mmc: *Realizes it’s the the group*

Mmc: Wait, those are my kids!

[charged-wanderlust]

this is all @lovestruck-arin​‘s fault.

send me a character and/or a vague prompt and i might write a ficlet!

It’s all about feeling. After all, if it was just about the raw attraction between the two of you, you’d probably have picked a better spot to make out than Arin’s office. After all Ezra’s talk about the right moment, though, there was nothing that could’ve possibly prevented this moment. Nothing that could’ve stopped the two of you if they tried. Just raw, pent-up emotion, breaking free like a dam overflowing.

You’ve never been kissed like this before. Cliche, maybe, but kisses before have been desperate, messy, rushed; Ezra is hungry, ravenous, even, but he’s not rushed. He kisses you like he’s trying to savour every press of your lips against his, every taste of your tongue, ever gasp and every moan, like he’s trying to drown in you. He kisses hard, but not sloppy; no clacking of teeth or tongue shoved down your throat, just him, him pressed up against you like he longs to be even closer, him biting your lips swollen, him sucking on your tongue and tugging on your hair and-

Click.

The lights are on, you’re in Ezra’s lap, and suddenly Arin is standing in the doorway. Everyone freezes.

A beat.

Ezra’s the first one to break the silence, raising an eyebrow as his signature smirk returns, slowly, “Arin, what a pleasant surprise. Is it hot in here or are you blushing?”

You shift around in Ezra’s lap for a better look, and sure as day - or night - Arin is flushed the most adorable shade of scarlet.

“It’s- it’s just hot in here,” they stammer in their defense, pulling at the collar of their uniform, trying to cool off.

“That, or you like what you see.”

Ezra! You flash him an incredulous look - just exactly what is he playing at, here? He meets your gaze, one that’s just as questioning as it is excited. You feel heat creeping up into your cheeks, your heart hammering away, and you’re slowly starting to connect the dots.

Arin must be too, because they inhale sharply and shut the door behind them, eyes flitting around the room in an obvious act of nerves, trying to find their words.

“I just, didn’t expect, I mean, this is my office-”

“You’re blushing too.” Ezra murmurs next to your ear, but in the stillness of after hours, Arin hears it too. It’s intentional. Ezra grins like he hit the jackpot. “Could it be, you liked being caught? Maybe you even wanted Arin to walk in, see you like this - tell me, did you want them to join in, too?”

Your words are stuck in your throat, and you don’t dare look at Arin out of the sheer embarrassment, but you hear their honey voice speak behind you, barely more than a whisper,

“Is that... an invitation?”

Ezra nudges you with his leg, gesturing for you to look at Arin. “I dunno little star, is it?”

You swallow thickly. “It... could be. If you wanted.”

Arin pulls their lower lip between their teeth, locking the door behind them and shutting the lights back off before taking cautious steps forward - the dim lighting of their desk lamp was illuminating enough, and at least then you wouldn’t be able to see how red their face was.

“I do want it.”

Ezra doesn’t hesitate; he leans up and reaches for Arin’s tie. yanking them down on top of you, and, consequently, him. Arin yelps in surprise, then immediately tries to muffle it by burying their face in the crook of your neck, kissing you there tentatively.

You weave a hand into their hair, pulling out their bun so you can grasp a fistful of those fiery stands and tug their face to yours. They hum in response, hands sliding down your thighs while Ezra goes back for the other side of your neck, kissing and nipping and colouring your neck like paint to a canvas.

Arin melts against you, and you almost get whiplash from the stark contrast to their kiss as compared to Ezra’s. Arin kisses you slow, but deep; losing themself. They make the most beautiful noises, their lips are so soft, and you can taste their cherry lip balm. Their kiss is dewdrops falling from leaves, gentle-

Ezra growls.

His onslaught on your throat leaves fire roaring in the pit of your belly, and caught between the two of them you think you’ll see stars any moment now. You part from Arin for air, though it seems Arin doesn’t need it; their lips find Ezra’s and he slows down for them. Not for long, though, as while you return the favour to him, he pulls Arin closer, one arm firmly around their waist and the other slipped ever so slightly up your shirt. His fingers dig into your hips, but you relish the feeling, biting at the soft skin above his collarbones and not just hearing him but feeling him losing any threads of his sanity he had left.

Seeing Arin with kiss-swollen lips, messy hair and pink cheeks makes your brain go all fuzzy, but now that you’re all breathing heavy and staring at each other in wonder, you have to ask.

“What... was that?”

Ezra shrugs, leaning back into the plush comforter. “Whatever you want it to be, little star. Cute librarian.”

“Cute librarian?” Arin laughs, and its a sweet, breathless laugh. “I’m not sure. I just know I don’t want this to be the last time I do that.”

You grin. “We’re all in agreement, then.”

Mission long forgotten, the three of you indulge in each other until the sun rises, snuggled in a warm embrace, a tangle of limbs, tomorrow a faraway bridge yet to be crossed.

[2ndnpc]

Wait, this is a college?! I thought it was high school (as the academy in the title would suggest)