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Bryce had just finished writing out his daily note to Mr. Abbott when he’d started to drift off. It wasn’t as if he were a bad student, because he wasn’t. He had straight A’s and took good notes and was well organized. It was just that, well, Bryce had stayed out a bit too late, and he had slept a bit too little, and his head hurt a bit too much. At the sound of Mr. Abbott’s voice, Bryce shot up, and looked towards the blue eyes he’d silently grown so fond of.

Not that he’d admit that to his face, because then he’d be in deep shit. As it seemed right now, he’d be in even deeper. He figured this had something to do with the test he’d made an eighty on that had dropped his grade, or how much he’d been sleeping in, or even the black eye he had which had now seemed to have faded. He would never have expected the teacher to have figured out that the notes were from him.

But, being it was Bryce, his heart thumped, his ears rang, and his palms sweated. He wanted to run and not stop, because he hated face-to-face contact with the teacher he was… strangely attracted to, despite the age gap. Or maybe it had to do with the age gap. And his ass, but he couldn’t start thinking about his ass, not when he’d have to speak to the teacher in only minutes. He planned out what he’d say depending on each scenario he’d created in his head. “I didn’t study enough,” or, “I couldn’t sleep last night because my mom was sick and I had to help her,” and of course, “I swear, it wasn’t me who wrote that note about your ass in the red pants.” The bell rang and Bryce hopped up from his seat and plastered a soft smile onto his face as he made way to the front desk. “You needed to see me, sir?”

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Sir. The word echoed through his mind. Coming from any other student, he wouldn't have batted an eyelid, save for perhaps a little annoyance at being referred to in a way that made him sound so old. Yet, coming from those pink lips that he hadn't, not once, thought about, it was sinful. Jonathan couldn't tear his blue eyes away from the bow-shaped mouth as he heard the word over and over again and suddenly he was glad there was a chair in front of his lower body, because the authority that Bryce had granted him in that moment had given him a reaction he'd never admit to, even as it presently throbbed beneath his tight fitted pants.

"Yes, Bryce." Other than sounding just a tad breathless, Jonathan felt that his voice had sounded steady and casual, and if it hadn't been just two words, he probably would've clapped himself on the back and murmured a congratulations under his breath. "You're not in any trouble, not really."

Even if Bryce had done something worth punishment, such as missing repeated homeworks or cheating on a class exam, Jon wasn't positive he could bring himself to punish the boy. It was difficult to scold the students that had good natures -- and especially difficult when one of those good natured students had done nothing wrong save for developing an inappropriate crush.

They hadn't prepared him for this when he'd decided to teach.

"I just wanted to talk to you about, well..." No. Don't hesitate. A moment's hesitation can seem like a lifetime to a teen. "Have you been leaving me notes, Bryce?" Blue eyes narrowed slightly in a curious manner rather than hostile, and his voice sounded sympathetic, even if the words had been rushed. Jon figured it was better to let the boy admit to his crimes rather than accuse him. At least then he could save a little face.

#teacher/student au #jonathan;para #NO THAT WAS PERF

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A few people had dragged her out of the house, making her get dressed up beforehand. They took her to a club just on the outskirt of town, and she’d never been here before. It was new, and of course loud. The music was blaring, the people were sweaty, the guys in the back were pulling on some of the girls who had their panties around their ankles. But Avery didn’t pay attention to them at all.

Her mind was focusing on the music, it wasn’t horrible but then again it wasn’t the type of music she’d listen to. The people around her pushed against her, and since she was so little compared to the muscular men around her she moved away from them. She was fragile, and prone to being knocked over a lot.

The feminine curves of her body were emphasized by the little black dress she was wearing, wrapped tightly around her body—almost like she was a present.

And she was, in fact, a present.

She just didn’t know who for.

Almost all of a sudden a body was pressed to her back, and she begun grinding lightly into the bigger figure. She didn’t see his face, but his lips were close to her ear asking her for her name. The music was so loud that she could barely hear him over it, but she did. Smirking to herself, she spoke to him over the music. “A-Avery.” Her heels made her taller then she actually is, so she was almost his height.

Maybe it was a good thing that she made it to the club after all. But then again, maybe it wasn’t.

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The warmth of the girl and the beating of her heart were alien to Isaac's cold, lifeless body; heat radiated off her like a furnace, as it did everyone in a club, and it only made the blood pumping through her veins smell that much better. It took all his willpower not to sink his teeth into her neck right now.

No. He'd have more fun if he played with her first. Girls always tasted better after an adrenaline rush.

"Avery," He repeated in a slow drawl, his neck tensing at the pressure of bringing his voice above the music. Cold hands claimed a small waist, bringing the girl back against him -- and yeah, he was hard. The lines between lust and bloodlust had always been blurred for him.

"Can't stop thinking about my mouth on this little body of yours, Avery," Isaac murmured in her ear, his voice barely tackling the strength of the music, "On your neck, on your lips..." Cold fingers departed from a feminine waist to trail a line closer to the one place Isaac desired right now almost as much as her neck. "And other places, of course." He laughed hollowly as he tugged her back against him again, the length beneath his jeans pressing into her from behind.

"Can I kiss you, Avery?"

#isaac;para

lacyloux

"Great, happy to be at service. M’ Hazza.. Well. That’s my nickname.. My real name is Harry. Whats your name, handsome?"

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"Harry's a very cute name. I'm Jonathan, but feel free to call me Jon, Jonny or anything you want, really. I'm flexible."

#jonathan

literalwankers-deactivated20130

I better find Niall Horan naked in my bed one day or else shit will go down.

lowliifes

when a character has an accent

and the apostrophes take up more of a sentence than words

ur doing it wrong

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Send me nudes and I won’t tell everyone how much of a nerd you are

lacyloux

"I’m not sure if my arms are nice babe, but I’d love to take his place, if you’d like?"

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"Great, you'll do perfectly. Have a name? Or should I just call you tall, dark and curly?"

#jonathan

"A boy with nice arms just got me drunk with every intention of fucking me, and ended up falling asleep. I'd appreciate it if a new boy with nice arms would take his place. I'll even accept a blowjob from a girl, if needs be."

#indie rp #independent rp #open rp #indie smut rp #individual rp #jonathan

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"Do ya, handsome? You look like somebody who could go all night."

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"If you'd hurry up and take your clothes off, I could show you how right you are."

#alexander

whispers i want nouis

all nialls should love on jonathan

#ooc

horau-deactivated20140830

"Can’t say I never met another Alex before; Can’t remember if I ever fucked an Alex though. I’ll call you what you want — I might even call you Handsome cause it’s fitting.

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"Wow, you're adorable. I love making adorable guys come so hard they can't even remember where they are."

#alexander

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"You aren’t a cuddler? That’s a surprise, you look big and cuddly. Ah, would ya? ‘M Alex, in case you wanted to know."

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"Your name's Alex? That's mine, as well. You can call me Xander or something, though, to make it a bit less confusing -- it'd be weird to scream your own name."

#alexander

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"Ah yes, shower’s with someone else is great. Though, bed’s even more preferable when I have a sexy guy to either have sex with, to cuddle with, or to make out with."