Rain lashed against the windows of Welton Academy, the corridors dark, and eerily empty. It contrasted with the warm, cosy atmosphere Steven and yourself had within his dorm room.
You curled up to his side under the covers as he read a book quietly.
“Steven…” you sleepily purr against his bare chest.
“Yes, lovely?” He looked down at you. Affection flooded his eyes, “What’s going on in that pretty head?”
“You’re such a dork,” you chuckle softly, pointing to his book.
Meeks raises a playful brow, putting the book aside, “Oh, is that so?” He smirks, rolling his weight on top of you as he sweetly attacked your neck.
You giggle softly, “Steven!”
Meeks grins against your jawline, “What’s that baby? I can’t hear you over those pretty sounds.” He teases.
You wrapped your legs around his middle, hands caressing every inch of his back, “Steven…” you gasp as you could feel his clothed hips rut into yours.
“You want it, baby?” He murmurs huskily.
You couldn’t help but nod frantically. “Say it, sweet girl.” Steven whispers, grinding deeply against you, earning an explicit moan on your behalf.
A hungry growl escapes his throat as he places his glasses on the side table. “Fuck it, come here… need to feel that tight pussy, angel.”
Meeks’ hands had never moved so quickly, hooking under you panties as he dragged them down. His breathing grew heavy as his eyes fogged with desire. He could only murmur, “Pretty girl… my gorgeous girl.” He worshipped.
“Meeks,” you say with desperation.
“Yeah?” He muses, “Talk to me, honey.”
“Need…” you tug him down.
“Alright, alright. I get it.” He chuckles lovingly. “Legs up, baby.”
You complied immediately, wrapping your legs around his waist. Steven pulls down his boxers, his erection rock hard against your inner thigh.
“Ready?” He murmurs, kissing your pulse point tenderly.
“More than ready,” you smile up at him, practically clawing at his back.
“Haven’t even done anything yet.” He chuckles huskily, teasing his tip through your folds. He eventually gives you what you want, slowly pushing in until his hips make contact with yours.
You couldn’t hold back the ethereal moan of his name. It drove him mad.
“Ready for me to move?” He pants.
You nod again, panting too, “Please, yes.”
Suddenly, Meeks’ hips move with need. It was clear he was just as desperate as you, his voice doing nothing but spilling praises.
“Such a beautiful girl… my gorgeous girl, my baby. You haven’t got a single clue how much you mean to me.” He groaned and growled into your neck.
His actions had you squirming and moaning beneath him. Your body writhing against his creating a symphony of sweetness.
“Steven, I love you.” You pant, “I’m gonna… fuck-”
Meeks groans loudly as he feels your climax which simultaneously triggers his, “O-oh.. fuck that’s it. That’s my girl.”
The pair of you bask in the afterglow, once again curled up beside Meeks. But he wasn’t reading this time, he was peppering slow kisses to your temples. He kisses every single millimetre of your skin, and grazes his lips over your knuckles.
Each word and touch coming straight from his heart.
•Todd wears either bad tasting nail polish or nail strengthening polish to stop himself from biting his nails.
•Meeks has a dog at home, probably a Bernese mountain dog who absolutely adores him.
•Neil gets his love of theatre from his mother, who took him to see plays when he was little.
•Charlie auditions for the play the year after Neil dies, as a way of keeping him in his heart.
•Neil and Todd have late-night conversations about whatever’s on their sleep-deprived minds. Sometimes it’s stuff like “dinner felt off today, they must have added some salt or somethinf” and sometimes it’s the hard stuff, like “sometimes I think I’ll never be good enough". They never discuss these in the light of day.
•Cameron reads sci-fi and fantasy as an escape from reality. If you need to find him, he’s usually in his little corner of the library thats practically reserved for him, studying or taking a well-deserved break.
•Speaking of breaks, none of them know how to take them properly.
•As a kid, Knox dreamed of being a knight in shining armour like in fairy tales. Sometimes, he would be saving a princess (or prince), sometimes he would be fighting a dragon alongside his fellow knights.
•Meeks’ dog likes Pitts just a bit more than Meeks, and hes so salty about it. This dog will nearly knock Pitts over every time he visits, out of excitement.
