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Thinking about Henry being his studious self and studying, even when he had invited you over for god knows what. Nonetheless you showed up expecting to at least be conversing with the man. Though if you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d envisioned yourself and Henry engaging in vastly different activities than what was currently happening.

You would nag on him, subtly at first, implying that he hasn’t spoken to you since you’ve arrived. He would brush it off saying something like “I didn’t ask you over to talk”

“What then?” You would say

He would reply by telling you that he just felt like seeing you

The minutes would tick by, and you would grow more restless, as Henry grew more engrossed in his work. Sprawled across the chaise diagonal to his desk, you would voice your thoughts “I’m bored, Henry” you would say, not quite whining, but definitely getting there. You’re irritated by the lack of his attention. You keep moving around and fidgeting.

“You’re being restless” he would say “and I’m trying to work”. You would sigh out loud, frankly irritated by his lack of attention.

You’d eventually take things into your own hands, quietly slipping out of your dress, leaving you in just your underwear, sitting crisscross on Henry’s bed. As you sat there, you thought about it, is this a good idea? What the hell, it doesn’t matter.

So you slowly slide your hands over your body, slowly caressing yourself with your fingertips, trying to work yourself up. You ghost over your nipples as they harden through the flimsy fabric of your lacy bra. A soft gasp escapes through your lips. The fingers of your right hand sliding up your stomach, through the valley of your breasts, over your clavicle and into your mouth. You’d get them all slick, and then moving your spit soaked fingers from your mouth, down the valley of your breasts again toward your stomach, but stopping at the place you want to be touched most. You begin once more, wetting your fingers with your saliva, dripping this time, your fingers make their way over to your peaked nipple, rubbing your wet fingers around it through the fabric.

Henry is silently watching this spectacle from the corner of his eye, he doesn’t want to give in and react to your antiques, so he keeps his head down and pretends not to see you, but his fingers are clenching around his pen, and his jaw is tightly shut and clenching.

You know he sees you, but you couldn’t care less about whether he chose to acknowledge you or not, after all, he’d chosen to ignore you in the first place, hadn’t he? This was just a sort of silent revenge that you got something more out of, an orgasm to be specific.

So you continued, slowly removing your bra from your frame. Both fingers are now in your mouth, dripping from your saliva, you slide each hand to its respective side and begin softly rubbing your slick fingers around your hardened peaks. Your breathing grows shallower as you begin to softly pinch and roll your nipples, your hips writhing gently, trying to gain friction against your panties as you fondled your breasts.

Henry is no longer focused on his translations, he’s now shamelessly watching you, waiting for your sweet voice to beckon him to fill you up. But you’ve got other plans, you’re silently seething at his choice to deny you at first, you don’t plan on begging for him as you usually would, you’re going to turn the tables, unravel his resolve bit by bit.

Henry’s breathing is becoming increasingly shallow as he watches you trail your hand down your stomach and into your panties. Your hand just resting there as you grind your clit onto your two fingers that remain unmoving, your hips doing all of the work. You stop tweaking your nipple so that you can just gently squeeze the fat of your breast while you slowly push your panties down. Your cunt exposed and slick with your arousal. You start panting and softly gasping when you finally roll your clit between your fingers.

Henry’s resolve comes crashing down like a broken dam. Never in his life had he ever given into temptation. He always thought himself exceptionally strong willed, but there you were, writhing on your fingers and moaning like Aphrodite on his bed, he swears he’s never seen such an erotic sight. But his broken resolve wasn’t enough to compensate for his stubbornness, because as much as he wanted to get up and have you with your knees dangling over his shoulders as he pleasured you, because he wanted to be the one making you feel like that, he wanted to be the reason for your beautiful face twisted in pleasure, but he couldn’t, simply because he was too stubborn.

So he watched you, he watched two of your fingers slide into your wet cunt and emerge covered in slick, he watched you close your mouth around the fingers that were just inside of you, longingly wishing it was his mouth instead of yours, his cock instead of your fingers, his fingers rubbing your clit instead of yours. But he downright refused to give into you. He doesn’t even know when his fingers unbuttoned his pants, when his hand started slowly pumping his hard cock in time with your fingers thrusting into your pussy. His eyes unsure on whether or not to focus on your pleasured face letting out quiet moans, or your fingers, pushing in and out of your cunt, with your legs spread obscenely. And then suddenly…you stop?

“We have dinner at the twins’ house in 10 minutes, we should get ready” you say as though you weren’t just playing with yourself like a siren trying to get him into the water.

You slip your panties on over your dripping cunt, Henry watches your every move, dumbfounded by the way you denied your impending orgasm for something as insignificant as that. You had to be playing with him, you knew that by denying your orgasm, you’d ruin his as well, and considering that he was being stubborn, and refusing to just give in and come and fuck you, you’d ruin it for the both of you.

You’re fully dressed by the time Henry finishes his turmoil. “Well” you say “come on then, you know that it’s a 7 minute walk to Charles and Camilla’s place”

Henry sighs deeply, studying your face, trying to figure out if this is all just a hoax, but in reality, you really are a minx, he thinks.

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sooo…pt2??

[orphicreveries]

Moments after sex with Henry Winter might just be better than the sex itself.

Let’s say you’re apart of the Greek class, you and Henry casually hook up, but it’s not awkward, it’s essentially just two people satiating their need for sex and intellectual conversation.

You and Henry would have the most mind shattering sex. On this particular night, you’d be on top, the length of him filling you perfectly, your head thrown back as you sit on him, panting whilst you adjust. Because let’s be honest, Henry is big.

Eventually, you’d be leaned back with you hands in the sheets, propping you up, Henry’s hands would be planted at your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock. You’d both take your time, relishing in your clandestine trysts, feeling every single sensation. Soft, mellifluous groans would fill the dark room. The only light would come from the moonlight shining through the slightly billowing curtain.

After the eventual release, the two of you would be panting, Henry still snuggled inside you, twitching every so often. You’d eventually get up and slip on the flimsy slip dress you’d worn under your dress while Henry slips on his rich cotton slacks.

You would both find yourselves outside on the balcony, chatting about an earlier discussed topic: “the sublime” and its relevance to Greek tragedy. The two of you would go back and forth, exchanging thoughts about the topic, sneaking glances that may have lingered a bit too long for friends of convenience.

Henry always thought you looked more than human on these nights. Sitting on his balcony in your post orgasmic haze, flimsy dress with one of the straps sliding down your shoulder as you spoke about concept of something both beautiful and frightening. He’d always found you attractive, in the conventional sense, but he found your intellect and the elegance at which you carried yourself even more attractive.

He thought these things, as you thought about the moonlight illuminating his features. You thought about how soft he looked on these nights, less callous. It made you feel like maybe you mean something to him, more than the arrangement you currently have.

But both of you were smart, not stupid enough to allow feelings to interrupt the flow of things in your lives.

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Clowning Around!!? (Beck Oliver x reader)

Summary: the one where you, beck, Andre and Cat get lost in Texas whilst you guys were meant to pick Tori up at the airport, it’s lowk kind of suggestive toward the end (;

“Okay, so here’s the deal. My cousin’s wedding is in Texas, and I need you guys to pick me up at 7pm tomorrow” Tori says, while stuffing papers into her already overstuffed bag.

Andre raises an eyebrow, “Us? Why not your parents?” He asks.

She sighs “because they’re in Florida for Trina’s broken elbow, and besides, you guys owe me for that time I helped you build a potato cannon for Sikowitz’s project.”

You cross your arms and groan, “okay, but that was ages ago, and there’s still mashed potatoes in my shoes.”

“Well it’s just picking her up, right? How hard can it be?” Beck says, slinging his arm around your shoulder

“yay! Oh my god a road trip!” Cat says excitedly, “man I’ve always wanted to go to Texas, Do you think we’ll see cowboys? Or cows? Or boys?”

Andre backs up “look I don’t know about you, but I’m afraid of Texas, my grandma says it’s haunted.”

So the next day, the gang is driving through the Texas countryside in a beck’s dad’s van. Beck’s driving, Andre’s navigating, Cats asleep on your lap, and you’re leaning against the window, annoyed at how painfully lost you all are.

Andre repeatedly hits the gps on his lap, “turn left in…uh…wait, why’s it recalculating again?”

Beck’s gripping steering wheel, “because this stupid gps is possessed, this is the third time it’s told me to turn into a cornfield”

“I told y’all Texas was haunted, this feels like we’re in a horror movie man” Andre complains

Cat awakens when she hears the word ‘horror movie’, “Oh my god, I love horror movies! Do you think we’ll see a corn ghost? Or Bigfoot? Or-”

You cut her off “If you say clowns, I’m jumping out of this van”

Cat gasps “I love clowns! Don’t you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you say briskly

Andre squints at the gps “uh…so, funny thing. This gps won’t turn on”

You throw your hands up, “Fantastic. We’re lost in Texas.”

“No big deal babe, we’ll just backtrack a bit” beck tries to assure you

You glare at him through the rear view mirror “Your eternal optimism is really not helping the fact that we have no idea where we are, and we’re already like an hour late to Tori”

The van starts to sputter and comes to a stop in the middle of an empty country road surrounded by tall grass. Beck sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel “Of course, because why wouldn’t the Van break down?”

You stare ahead in disbelief “Wow, the universe really does hate us”

“Oh God, we’re gonna die in Texas man” Andre sobs into Beck’s shoulder

“Hey, why don’t you just jump start the van” says cat matter of factly.

You hit becks shoulder repeatedly, “Baby, go jump start the van” you urge Beck

“I like it when you call me baby” beck teases.

You shove him again, “shut up and get the car moving, you weirdo”

“Fine” he deadpans, “but you’re coming with me for moral support”

“Fine” you roll your eyes

Both you and beck are now out of the car getting the jumpers out of the trunk, when Beck points to a staggering figure in front of the car, quickly getting closer.

You look up and scream, “it’s a fucking clown, oh my god it’s a fucking clown waving around a fucking scissors”

“Hey calm down” Beck rubs the sides of your arms soothingly, but you shove him away, “no, don’t tell me to fucking calm down when there’s a fucking clown with a fucking scissors skipping toward us”

“Hey” Beck Waves at the clown guy

“Hello there” the clown wiggles his fingers at Beck, “Are you lost?, you look lost” the clown says matter of factly.

“We’re not lost” you snap, a little to quickly

The clown starts giggling lowly, his giggling eventually crescendos into high pitched screeches, leaving Beck and you staring at him all confused. Andre and Cat doing the same from inside the car. The clown finally calms down and starts speaking again, “Well…lost or not…I’m going to need to take one of each of your toes, in exchange for you all driving on my road” he starts violently snipping the air with his scissors.

“Nuh uh, nope” Andre comes tumbling out of the car with Cat, they both run into the tall grass, you quickly follow them, with beck not far behind.

Eventually you all lost the clown and made your way back to the car.

Beck sighs “well that was an experien-”

“Start the fucking car, there’s a homicidal clown trying to amputate us” you cut him off

“I like that idea, why don’t you listen to your girlfriend Beck?” Andre urges.

Beck raises his hands defensively.

They finally arrived at the airport, disheveled and exhausted. Toris waiting at the curb looking annoyed, “What took you guys so long?!”

Cat runs up to Tori and excitedly starts explaining “Oh my God, Tori it was wild, our gps got possessed and the van broke down, then a clown tried to cut our toes off, so we played tag in a cornfield with him.”

Tori looks dumbfounded. “And if you ever ask us to pick you up again, the answer is no” Andre assures her.

“I’m hungry, I’ve been here for 2 hours” Tori whines

“We’ll stop at a gas station” you deadpan while patting Tori’s shoulder.

Beck pulls into a gas station before switching places with Cat, in the back seat, so Andre can drive. It’s dark and the fluorescent lights flicker slightly above the pumps. You and Tori walk into the convenience store, Tori’s talking animatedly about something that you weren’t quite processing because of the creepy aura the place was exuding.

“Hey, do you want anything?” she asks, waving her chips and candy in the air.

“Uh, no thanks, I’ll just get a can or two of soda in the back, but it’s fine you don’t have to pay” you answer her

“Okay then, I’m gonna go and pay for these snacks real quick” Tori says

You were already in the back aisle, scanning through the soda flavours. As you’re standing there, you hear a sharp metallic sound slicing through the air. You stumble back and your eyes widen in horror as you see the clown from the cornfield standing behind you, scissors in his right hand and a huge chunk of your hair in his left.

“What the fuck man” you back away and start running out of shop, grabbing Tori on the way “Tori, RUN”

Tori looks up, confused, but when she sees the clown advancing toward you, her face goes pale, and the two of you sprint toward the van. The sound of the clowns slow, deliberate footsteps egging you on.

“What the heck is going on?! Why’s he after us?!” Tori screeches

You’re panting now “I swear to god, the universe keeps on testing me!”

The clown suddenly appears in front of the two of you, his scissors glinting menacingly in the dim light.

“Come on baby cakes, you all owe me” the clown gestures to the two of you, and then everyone else in the van, with his scissors.

“What is his deal?!?” Tori screams hysterical

“I don’t know! We need to get into the fucking car, Tori” you scream, whilst also trying to calm yourself.

You yank the door open and the two of you scramble inside. As soon as the door is shut, Andre floors the gas pedal and the van screeches off.

The clown however, seems to be keeping pace with them, running along the side of the road, occasionally trying to jump in front of the vehicle.

“Oh my god!” Cat gasps

“Almost there Andre, just a little slower and he’ll snip off all of our toes” you comment sarcastically

“Shut up! Im trying not to hit the guy.” Andre says

“Yeah? Well he doesn’t seem to worried about hitting us!!” You scream at Andre

“Deep breaths, baby” Beck rubs your arm again.

You’re gripping the seat, you keep glancing at the side mirror where you can see the clown following.

“I can’t believe this is happening” you whine “he cut my fucking hair man! MY HAIR! And a huge chunk of it too!”

“Okay, you need to calm down and breathe, it’s okay” Beck assures you

“Don’t tell me to breathe!” You snap “how can I stay calm when I’m in Texas, running from a homicidal clown, with a chunk of hair missing from the side of my head, Jesus! Now I look fucking homicidal!”

Andre tries to be the voice of reason from the steering wheel “okay calm down, you’re still gorgeous”

“Not with half my hair missing” you grit out

Beck reaches over your shoulder and pulls you into his chest, “Hey, we’ll figure it out. It’s just hair. You’ll be fine.” He tries to comfort you

You throw your hands up and pout, “you say that now, but you didn’t just lose a chunk of hair, you guys don’t understand how long it took for me to get my hair just right, I’ve always been told I have great hair, but now I look fucking demented!”

“C’mon, focus, the clown dude is still chasing us” tori reminds everyone.

“I hate Texas man” Andre whines, as he speeds up for a brief moment, but then the clown starts catching up again.

“Oh my god! I just thought of something!” Says Cat excitedly, she’s digging in her bag for a moment before she pulls out a can of hairspray. She rolls down the window and sprays him in the face, he stumbles back and Cat lets out a victorious laugh.

Andre floors it, driving faster and faster, until they lose the clown in the distance, he’s finally out of sight and everyone relaxes.

The van is cruising down the highway, the night is calm and uneventful now that the clown is out of the picture.

Tori and you sit together at the back of the van, the dim light from the interior lamp casting a soft glow. Tori’s holding a pair of scissors, nervously eyeing your hair, trying to fix the abomination caused by the clown.

“You know it’s not that bad” Tori says, carefully cutting, “you look good with shorter hair, it’s very chic” she tries

“Chic? CHIC?, Tori it’s not about being chic! It’s about my identity! my long, luscious, healthy hair was a huge part of my image, me and Beck were crowned ‘The Couple with the best hair’, and now that title is gone”

Tori snips abit more off, trying to keep it even, but you’re struggling to sit still.

Cat gasps, as though she just made a revelation, “Oh my god, your hair’s even shorter than Beck’s now”

“Oh my god you’re right” you say as you fiddle with your hair in the mirror, you sigh with mock sadness “Beck’s never gonna think I’m hot now.”

Beck grins, “What? Of course I still think you’re hot, you’re always hot, even with the new hair.”

You raise an eyebrow playfully “You sure? I mean it’s a huge change”

Beck leans in, his voice low and teasing “C’mon, no matter what you do to your hair, you’ll always be the prettiest girl in the room.”

You look at him for a second, your playful smile fades into something softer and more sincere, you lean forward slightly and brush your lips against his in soft kiss, Beck responds almost immediately, deepening the kiss, his hand moving to your face as he pulls you closer.

Cat groans, “Ugh, seriously? Can you like not make out for like 5 minutes?”

You and beck, still locked in a kiss, hear the groaning and chuckling and so you reluctantly pull away, noses still touching, you sigh “fine, but I’m still waiting for you to prove I’m still hot”

“Oh I will” he gives you a quick peck

Cat groans loudly from the front, while Tori and Andre snicker.

The group finally makes it to the airport, utterly exhausted from the freaky clown chase, all of you can’t wait to get back to LA.

You sink down into a seat, sighing heavily, “I just wanna get back to LA, get my hair fixed, and pretend this never happened.”

Tori chuckles, “I don’t know, I kind of wanna tell people I got chased by a killer clown, it’d be like a cool badge of honor.”

Beck keeps anxiously checking his phone, “yeah, I just wanna get on this plane man”

As they get up to go to make their way to the gate, Cat yelps out and points at someone.

You turn and see the clown standing there, you grab becks arm and start panicking “no, no, no, NO. We are not doing this again.” You whine

“Well we gotta go, like now!” exclaims Andre.

You all start sprinting, weaving through the crowds of confused strangers. The clown follows them closely, waving his scissors around like a maniac. You all push past the other passengers, yelling for the gate agents to open the doors and let you through.

“This is insane!” Tori yells, glancing back at the clown

“I fucking hate Texas” you wail, for what felt like the fourth time that night.

The lot of you finally reach the gate, and throw their tickets at the lady, no time for niceties. You scurry down the jetway, hearts pounding as you all finally get inside and the door swings shut, leaving that creepo outside as the plane takes off.

The lot of you are now sitting down, recovering from the third attack on your lives.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we survived Texas, my grandma was right, Texas is an EVIL PLACE” Andre wails out.

“Honestly I think the clowns the real winner here, he’s got a sick resume now, and nice chunk of your hair” Cat says, gesturing to you

“I’m gonna wear a hat forever” you groan

“Oh come on” Cat says “you look cute with short hair.

“Aww thanks” you say “I was really worried I was gonna lose all my appeal, you know?” You say teasingly.

Beck leans in with a teasing grin, “you know, my offer still stands? the one about proving you’re still hot.”

“Oh? I’m intrigued” you say

Beck smirks, “Come by my RV when we land in LA, and I’ll prove to you all night long that you’re still just as hot as ever.”

Your eyes widen briefly, but then you grin at him. Everybody groans in unison, making disgusted faces and rolling their eyes.

Tori’s mock gagging while she pulls a face, “Ugh, gross, Beck! We get it, you’re hot, she’s hot. Can you please not make me envision you two…proving it to each other”

Cat laughs with Tori, “Honestly, I don’t wanna know the details”

Andre pats Beck on the back.

You cross your arms and grin, “nice try, Beck, but you’re gonna have to work a little harder to convince me, after everything that happened.”

“Yeah, you better up your game, Beck, you still gotta prove to her that she’s still hot after being chased by a killer clown, and losing half her hair” Tori teases.

“Oh, I’m up for the challenge” Beck laughs

You glance at him with a small smile, “fine, fine, I guess I’ll see you at your RV, Beck.”

“Now that’s the spirit” Beck says grinning widely

Back in LA, Beck’s RV is cosy and dimly lit. You’re on Beck’s lap, tangled in each other, lips locked in a hot and messy kiss. You’re both lost in the moment, tugging at each other clothes forgetting to breath. Beck’s lips leave yours and you’re panting as he attatches them to your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck, to your collarbone, as his hand slowly inches up your sweater.

You’re breathing heavily now, “you know, this was a…really good…idea”

Beck hums into your neck, finishing up the mark he was sucking into your neck, “I think so too…” he breaths out as his hand reaches your bra’s clasp, intending to loosen it.

But he gets interrupted by a faint tapping sound, barely audible at first. The both of you freeze, heads turning toward the window. The tapping gets louder and more persistent.

You both cautiously stand up, trying to move as quietly as possible. Beck pulls the curtain aside, his face falls and his eyes widen in horror. You, unable to resist, also peek through the window and gasp, “No way. No. Way”

There outside the window, standing under the dim streetlight, is the same creepy clown you’d encountered in Texas.

“Oh my God, it’s him! The clown, What the- how?” Beck panics

“Nope, nope, nope, no way, NO!” You scream quietly.

You both stumble back from the window and stare in disbelief.

You stand there, half laughing, half screaming with fear, “so, uh, looks like I’m spending the night in your RV…whether I like it or not”

“God, now I’m stuck with you, and the killer clown outside” you say sarcastically

“Well…” beck smirks

You slowly move back to the couch, staring at Beck with wide eyes, “There is no way I’m leaving this RV, I’m not going out there, your dad might have to tow us to school tmmr.” You say

“Looks like it’s gonna be a long night, and since we’re not sleeping tonight anyway…we might as well make the most of it” beck says teasingly, as he lays down on the bed, and starts kissing you with the same passion as before.

“And besides” beck breaks from your lips, “I still have to prove something to you, don’t I?” he says as his hand slides down your waist.

You smirk at him, “yeah, you do” you kiss him, and he deepens it, your hand, tangling in his hair, his hand, gently pushing your shirt up, as he breaks away and begins placing kisses up your abdomen.

End of episode.