#intersex!reader

"fuckk.." , i groan out, slamming my hand up and down myself with a needier pace than before. i continue sneaking glances at my phone, staring at my girlfriends gorgeous body on my screen. she was at work and its been forever since ive felt anything. let alone came. i did not want to wait any longer. "oh god." i whimper loudly, feeling myself get closer and closer to the feeling ive fantasized about all week. i must've been so lost in how good it felt nearly cumming that i didn't hear her car lock. or her open the house door. or her come up the stairs.

"shit." i curse under my breath, covering myself as my girlfriend walks into the room. with the state that im in and the noises i was making, i know she has an idea of what i was doing. "so that's why you didn't answer me when i called you from downstairs, huh y/n?" lara teases, having a bit of annoyance in it. "or when i texted your phone to tell you i was coming home early." she adds, striding into the room slowly. "i'm sorry i w-" i get cut off mid sentence by an angry voice. "shut...the fuck up. put your boxers on, get up, and get on your knees infront of me."

i stay quiet, grabbing my boxers before getting up off the mattress. i look down at my flushed dark red tip one more time before i slide my boxers up my legs. it hurts so bad but i have no other choice. "right here." she says, pointing at the creme colored carpet infront of her. i obviously listen, dropping to my knees directly infront of her thighs. i look up at her to find lara smirking. i can tell shes planning to give me hell tonight. "such a bad, bad girl." she slaps my face softly as she says the words 'bad'. i feel myself twitch against my leg as i close my eyes and breathe heavily.

"why didn't you ask? or better yet, wait until mommy had gotten home?" she questions in her soft voice that she uses when she disciplines me. she rubs the cheek that she had previously slapped with her thumb in circles. "i didn't want to wait." i respond, my eyebrows furrowing. i see a change in her eyes. mischief maybe? i don't know, but i don't think i like it. i hang my head and look at the ground which leads to her grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look up. "guess you'll hate my plans for the evening then, hm?" she lowers her voice to a seductive tone, running her hands through my hair.

"lara, please d-" she cuts me off with a pull to my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. my adams apple bobs up and down, due to how nervous i am. "you will not tell me what to do after disobeying a rule i had set for a reason, y/n." she grits, letting go of my hair. "take it out." she orders. "what?" i stutter out. "take. it. out." she nearly growls. which she barely does by the way.

i reach down, pulling myself out and letting it brush her pant leg. i shiver at the contact. "good girl." she says while tussling my hair. my cock twitches so hard, a bead of precum drips down to the base. "you like that, my naughty girl?" she asks, scratching my scalp. "mm fuck, yes mommy." i groan softly.

sunday nights. the busiest day for sophia laforteza's business. of course given the fact she always has to have every file, document, complaint and more all on the higher ups desk by sun down. she'd finish off every paper and send it up while having lidded eyes like she was going to pass out from exhaustion. but she managed. y/n knew this. thats why she always had the house clean, chores done, nice homecooked meal (or sophias favorite take out spot if sophia preferred it more), and nice clean sheets to lay on. y/n always knew how to navigate and manage around sophias attitude. they'd been married for 2 years now and couldn't be happier. but one night, sophia didn't come home tired, she came home angry.

"god, those fucking ceos don't know a break even if it slapped them across the fucking face." sophia exclaims, slamming her purse down onto the counter before trailing off to the primary bedroom and nearly slamming the door behind her. i sigh, running a hand through my hair before turning the television off and standing up from the couch. i make my way over to our bedroom door before raising my fist to knock. i don't get the chance as she opens the door with force, making me slightly flinch from the unexpected action.

"hey baby. rough day?" i ask softly, already knowing the answer but asking just to start conversation. she shakes her head. "it wouldn't have to be if people understood that being tired as hell is a normal human trait." she states angrily but her facial features are softer than a few minutes ago. i nod understandingly, slowly easing into the room while simultaneously sliding my arms around her waist to pull her into me. sophia melts into me, her arms slithering up to wrap themselves at the nape of my neck. she sighs into me, slowly inhaling my cologne i earlier applied.

"do you need an escape, sweetheart? you know, from all of this?" i suggest soft-spokenly. she lifts her head from the crook of my neck before tilting it in confusion. "escape? like what?" she asks me with less of an edge in her tone than before. i then start to kiss her neck gently at first before nibbling softly on the sensitive skin against my tongue. sophia lets out a soft moan at my actions, holding the back of my head to her neck. my hands slide to her thighs, lifting her up as i kick the door closed behind me. she quickly envelopes her legs around my waist as i carry her unhurried over to the awaiting mattress.

i gently sit her down, but she pulls me on top of her. "is this what you meant by an escape, mahal?' she teasing asks, rubbing the nape of my neck. i nod, " it is." . i peck her lips quickly before sliding down to her neck and collarbone. i pepper little kisses and maybe a little nibble as i feel her writhe with need under me. "patience baby, let me treat you. you've done so good this week." i speak softly into her ear, earning a soft breathy moan to escape from her sweet lips. i start to slip off the strings of her gown she wears to bed that she just changed into. i am able to kiss down the valley of her breast because she doesn't wear a bra to bed.

"please baby. i need you." sophia whines, trying to nudge my head lower. i only let her because she's had a long week. i slide the rest of her gown down her legs and onto the floor, no panties either? and there she is, im dazed by her precious body in front of me. even after working nonstop for nearly a week, she still manages to look like a goddess. i spread her legs gently, already taking heed to the twitching ache in my pajama pants. but tonight is about her. not me. i kitten lick her slit a few times, making her moan sweetly as her hand makes its way to fist my hair. not roughly, just enough to stay grounded.

my lips close around her aching clit. she gasps and her back arches almost immediately. "fuck, y/n.." she whispers needily, making me smile against her sweet heat. "you've been so fucking good f'me this week, phia. getting all your work done and still having time for me. you deserve this." i rasp right before my tongue pushes into her, making her whimper softly into her right hand as her left hand pushes my head further into her cunt. i slide my tongue in and out of her, using my other hand to rub her clit until i feel her walls fluttering around my tongue.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n. im so damn close, please don't stop." she pleads loudly, echoing throughout the room along with the sound of her breathing and the wet sounds of us making love. i moan against her, the vibrations giving her more pleasure as her back arches off the bed. sophia squirts all over my face and i do nothing but lick it all up as she rides out her high.

i hear her breathing start to slow so i kiss myself up her body before i make my way to her lips. she moans into it, tasting herself on my tongue. she catches me by surprise as she wraps her legs around my waist and flips us over. "your turn, yeah? its longgggg overdue."

she speaks sulty like against my neck as she straddles my waist. my breath hitches as she leans down and whisper into my ear, "you're overdressed, mahal." i can't even get words out before she nearly rips my plaid pajama pants down just enough to free my hardened length. it slaps my stomach with a small sound and makes me shiver from the cold air running over my tip.

"someones been patient, hm?" sophia asks. she then wraps a strong but gentle hand around my cock before giving it a few strokes, making me choke out a strangled groan. i nod eagerly, keeping eye contact with her as she relieves some of the tension in my body. she stills her movements, making me whine out needily. then without warning, she lifts herself onto her knees and sinks down onto me. my hands fly to her hips as i moan loud and brokenly.

"oh fuck." i groan my hands running over her sides. "you missed me, huh? you missed being inside of me?" she asks in a breathy tone of voice. she bottoms out on my cock before taking a few seconds to get herself together before moving. i nod quickly to her question. "yes pretty girl, i missed you so much." . that sentence alone gets her going. she starts moving her hips. forwards and backwards while breathing heavily and letting like whimpers out. i bite my lip for the pain to distract myself from finishing in her too quickly. i look down at where we're joined, seeing all of her juices already spilling out on my cock and onto the sheets.

sophia decides to get bold, lifting herself up before plopping back down. we both groan and moan at the same time at her action before she repeats it a few more times. we gather a steady rhythm before i get too needy and my hips start thrusting up to meet hers. "fuck..sophia i can't last much longer with this." i whimper, reaching to massage her left nipple with my fingers. she bounces faster. "god, y/n. im gonna cum baby." i nod quickly, moving her up and down on me until she clenches around me and orgasms. high pitched whines escape from between her lips which pushes me over the edge aswell.

i thrust up a few more times before spilling my load into sophias cunt, groaning loud and brokenly. our breaths mingle as she sits up and wraps her arms around me. i sigh into her neck as she starts to scratch my back. "you did so good, y/n. thank you for this. its been really stressful at the office lately." she coos, rubbing my back. i nod as i mumble against her neck, "of course, you deserved it.".

i then get up and carry her to the bathroom, where i run the warm water to give her the best bubble bath of her life.

(y/n)- basic nerd, kind of popular but not too much. (20 years old)

(daniela avanzini)- most popular girl in school, she has close friends and a sister. (21 years old)

(sophia laforteza)- danielas older sister, apart of ot6 friendgroup. (23 years old)

(lara raj)- close friend of manon and megan, apart of the ot6 friendgroup. love intrest of megan. (20 years old)

(megan skiendel)- close friend of lara and yoonchae, apart of ot6 friendgroup, love interest of lara. (20 years old)

(yoonchae jeong)-close friend of megans and sophias, apart of the ot6 friendgroup. (18 years old)

(manon bannerman)- close friend of daniela, lara, and sophia, apart of the ot6 friendgroup. (23 years old)

(billie eilish)- childhood bestfriend of y/ns, but also an ex of hers. (24 years old)

(mason thames)- close friend of y/ns, he treats her like his sister. love intrest of yoonchae. (18 years old.)

Texas was dreary this time of year. Yet the heat persisted, It always had. You had always dreaded the summer heat, it was a wonder you ever made it to the University of Texas. Not because you were a slacker in high school but because you genuinely dreaded the heat. But they had the best film program in the state plus Farrah Fawcett and that was enough for you.

Your head ached something miserable as you stood in the dreaded heat blanketed with smoke and the smell of burning wood. Fire season. Times like this there was little remedy, except for the freshman that sat a couple rows in front of you in your film studies lecture hall, Lorraine.

She was petite and reserved, her dark hair flowing in the small breeze that lifted and brushed through the long deep brown waves that rested against her spine. She was wearing little else besides shorts that reached her mid thigh, unless she was sitting, and she was. Accompanying her short black shorts was an oversized white button-up rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes scanned her textbook looking contemplative, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Dude, there isn’t a thought behind your eyes.”

It took a hand waving in front of your face to draw your attention back to the bench Vinny crouched atop. His expression long as he gazed at you with mild irritation. “What were you saying?”

He scoffed dryly before pulling his hoodie over his cropped, caesar cut until he was freed from the oppressive heat trapped inside the thick material. That left him in his graphic metal tee that clung to him despite its regular fit due to the sweat he managed to accumulate. “Are you coming to practice today or am I gonna have to cover for you again?”

He tugged at his t-shirt as you answered, “When’s our next gig, again?”

“This weekend, we have that frat party.”

“Right, then. I’ll be there after work.”

“Everyone’s gonna be pretty drunk though so I’m not stressing.”

You nodded mindlessly as your eyes drifted back to the object of your longing.

“Good, cause there’s no Swallow without our frontman.” He smirked and pulled out two crumpled twenty dollar bills and passed them to you. That jumpstarted your brain enough to have you stuff the money in your pocket and reach into your bookbag handing him a small baggy with a good amount of budded purple flower inside. He hurriedly shoved it in his pocket and you zipped your bag back up and slung it over your shoulder.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A moment of comfortable silence. “So… Is this why you wanted to meet in the film section? so you could stalk your little girlfriend, who isn’t your girlfriend cause she has a boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes opting to ignore him.

He kept talking— as most men would, given the opportunity— “…Why don’t you go ask her out anyway, I mean that’s how Ozzy got Billie.” Vinny suggested referencing how the guitarist in your band got with his current girlfriend. “Snatched her right from Justin.”

“Yeah and Oz is a loser for taking his friend’s girl like that.” You condemned easily. “Why are you still here, anyway?”

Vinny scrunched his face. He mumbled a quiet, “Rude.” His foot jutted out his steel toe boot colliding sharply with your shin causing pain to reverberate up your leg shocking you. He ran off.

You growled staring at Lorraine a second longer before chasing after your bestfriend.

“Get back here!” You yelled, unknowingly drawing attention. Lorraine’s eyes lifted and narrowed as she took in the childish scene and boyish roughhousing. Her eyes rolled in annoyance as she watched you chase around the man looking like middle schoolers playing tag. Her gaze lingered as you caught up to the dark haired man and lunged for his middle, tackled him to the ground throwing pulled punches as he tried to get away. Her eyes lingered on your frame and the way your muscles flexed under your tight band tee, the way your jeans hugged your ass and thighs before flaring at the ankle, everything about you screamed alternative, especially the small tattoos that littered your arm.

When the two of you tired each other out you sat laughing in the grass your hair fallen in your eyes and tousled. You stood up first and helped the man up before your head turned back towards your crush, your childlike grin fading as Lorraine quickly averted her gaze back to her textbook eyes wide and cheeks reddened.

Pretty soon Vinny was leaning on your shoulder whispering into your ear as the brunette watched from her peripheral. Then you were being begrudgingly dragged into her direction.

“Hey!” Vinny bellowed only to be nudged in the ribs by you as you neared the bench Lorraine was sitting at.

He effectively dragged you by the back of your shirt until you drew near enough to carry a conversation without straining your voice.

You twisted your hands nervously behind your back as you looked anywhere but at the group of perceivably pretentious film students. Your eyes lingered on Lorraine but the moment your gazes met you looked away, your face blank, seemingly uninterested.

“My buddy wanted to know if you guys wanted to come to the party our band is playing at this weekend. There’s gonna be booze, women, and good music.” Vinny shrugged casually.

The brunette wasn’t by herself, lonesome as she looked. Her boyfriend, Archie or some shit was sitting a foot away from her leaning over the table conspiratorially as he chatted with two girls you recognized. One whose name you’d never forget. Bobby-Lynne was the first to speak up. Her blonde hair glowed in the sun rays that peeked through the clouds of smoke. “Why isn’t your buddy doing the asking, then?” She leaned forward eyeing you teasingly before blowing a bubble with her bubble gum.

You huffed and looked into the older woman’s sea green eyes. “Hey Bobby.”

Bobby’s mischievous grin widened upon hearing you rasp her name, she bit down on her lip recalling the last time you were rasping her name. “Hey, Y/N.” She greeted obviously enjoying your torment wiggling her fingers in a flirtatious wave, despite her man sitting with a strong arm slung over her shoulder unbothered by her flirtation.

“Uh, Yeah. Anyway, it’d be cool if you guys showed up, watched the show and got a little drunk. Come if you want.” You shrugged. Your eyes drifted over Lorraine who was possessively wrapped under RJ’s arm, her gaze low. if you weren’t mistaken she was staring fairly obviously at your crotch.

You cleared your throat and shrugged nonchalantly shifting on your feet to cross your legs.

“What’s your band’s name again?” Maxine asked leaning into her boyfriend's embrace though her eyes lingered on Vinny a second too long.

“Swallow.” You answered easily.

Lorraine looked up at that. Her gaze finally meeting yours, you smiled softly before looking at Maxine.

“Swallow?”

Lorraine asked as you nearly melted. Your heart pounded at the sound of that sweet southern lilt softening her voice.

“What is that like a sex joke or somethin’.” Her boyfriend whose name you ought to learn asked with a snort.

You rolled your eyes, the thought that this mediocre wannabe thinks he’s better than you lighting a fire in your veins. Enough to send you out of your introversion. Your hands unclasped behind your back as you tucked your thumb into the belt loop of your jeans confidently. “Actually I named it after the first song we played together.” You smiled sarcastically at the long haired tool.

“And to me and our guitarist, Ozzy, it’s a sex joke.” Vinny smirked proudly.

“How does the song go?” Lorraine compelled, leaning her cheek on her palm as she waited to hear your voice again.

You hummed shifting your gaze from RJ’s to his lover. “I’d love to tell you all about it, but I don't want to bore the rest of your friends.” You pretended to ponder for a second, “I’ll tell you what… find me after my set at the party and I’ll sing you all the songs your heart desires.” you smirked.

Vinny looked on with a toothless grin at your smooth-talking. His hand clapped you on the back, jolting your shoulder forward slightly as the boyfriend stiffened in his seat.

You hummed absentmindedly into the microphone as you warmed your voice up your guitar hanging by the elaborate guitar strap, the material digging into your cotton clad shoulder. Your mind racing with thoughts of a certain brunette.

“Dude you should’ve seen them. It’s like Fabio jumped into their body and said the most smooth line.” Vinny bragged to Alex, the bassist.

Alex smiled proudly. “It’s about time.” You rolled your eyes and flipped the girl off before she settled behind her microphone.

“Seriously though, dude. Good job.” Ozzy clasped his hand over your shoulder with a grin. “If you took too long I was gonna have to swoop in and get her away from that amish freak.”

You cringed at the insult that left Ozzy’s mouth.

“Wait, I thought he was Mormon." Alex muttered, her voice flowing through the speakers as she set up her mic.

“Dude isn’t anything but a pretentious little freak.” You mumbled into the mic before immediately going back to humming only to pause a second later turning to look at the drummer with scrunched brows. “And how could he be Amish if he’s a film major? Isn’t technology supposed to be like the devil to them?”

Oz shook out his shaggy hair before shrugging as Alex shifted, and brushed her honey-blonde hair away from her face, flipped her baseball cap backwards before grabbing her bass tapping each string to make sure it was tuned as Oscar did the same with his guitar strings and Vinny adjusted the placement of his drums. Somehow even though they were never moved they were also never quite in the right position.

You sigh and grip the mic on its stand as you stare at the garage door, a tapestry of Kurt Cobain stared back at you.

“Mascara.” You muttered the song title into the mic so your band knew what song to start playing. When everyone settled in you began singing as Alex plucked the strings of her bass before the drums and guitar came in for the pre chorus.

You took a sip of water as the instrumental played out as the song ended. “Oz, can you put a bit more sustain on your amp right quick?” You asked and Ozzy nodded, reaching down to his amp and twisting the dial.

You smiled thankfully as he played a few chords and looked to you for approval.

When practice was over you headed upstairs to your bedroom to finish some coursework and study. Your headache only grew worse the longer you stared at page after page of text. A soft knock on your door lured your attention away from your PC. “Come in!” You called out.

Alex popped her head in, her eyes scanning your hunched over frame. “How’s your head?” she asked in a whisper to not irritate your migraine further.

“Not any better, but I’m coping… What’s up?” You smiled.

She handed you a bag of fast food and a couple pain pills before passing you a can of coke. “Awe shit, thank you, Alexis.” You leaned your head back into her stomach from your position in your chair as a form of affection. “You’re the best.”

“Dude, Why do you still call me that?” She asked with a roll of her eyes as she ruffled your hair.

“Cause no one else does.” You shrugged and opened the bag of fast food snatching a fry and popping it in your mouth before cracking open the can of soda.

“Right, I have a favor I need to ask you.” She admitted going to sit on the edge of your bed before hesitating opting to sit on the futon, a designated safe space from the activities of your job.

“What’s up?”

“I need a ride to the library, I’m meeting Bea for a study date.” You sigh as you toss the pills into your mouth and sip your soda to swallow them down.

“Sure thing, let me finish eating and I’ll drop you off.”

“Sweet!” Alex smiled brightly, her cheeks plump and rosy. Her golden skin glowed in the streak of sunlight peeking through your blackout curtains.

“She still not giving you the time of day?” You ask as you bite into your burger and eye the smitten girl as she sits criss-crossed on your charcoal futon.

She shrugged happily. “She loves me, and she shows it. That’s all that matters.”

You hum as you smirk softly at the drummer. “When is she gonna come meet us?” You ask as you stuff a couple fries into your mouth.

“She’s a bit anxious around new people so I want to take it slow and try not to scare her off.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “I get that, especially with Ozzy sniffing around.”

Alex snorted as she watched you shut off your computer and grab your fry container and car keys before holding the door open for her. “Please. Bea wouldn’t even look in his direction.”

You headed down the stairs with Alex bounding down in front of you.

“She’s a keeper then.” You mumble before climbing into the driver’s seat and unlocking the doors, sitting your fries in the cup holder.

Alex glanced over your outfit, just some shorts that cover a little less than half of your thighs, a tank top and an oversized hoodie. up top your hair was messy as usual. “She is.” She mumbled as you pulled off onto the road driving with one hand— eating fries with the other.

When you got to the campus a few minutes later you climbed out and walked with Alex to the library, for no particular reason besides the fact that you hadn’t been in there since they asked you for four hundred dollars to rent a textbook.

By chance or by fate when you opened the library doors, your eyes scanned the building and its two different floors. Your eyes found Lorraine, a pair of headphones fixed over her ears as she had her nose buried in her film textbook before her eyes darted to her laptop and for once she was alone.

Alex bid you goodbye as she rushed off to Bea in the adjacent corner of the library that your feet carried you to. You went to say ‘hi’ but hesitated knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear you over the sound of her music so you sat across from her.

You watched her pen still on the page as her eyes slowly drew upwards her cheeks grew red as her eyes scanned from your veiny hands to your face not missing a single detail in between.

Lorraine pulled her headphones down to rest around her neck the buzzing sound of Pink Floyd whirring in the air. She brushed her hair behind her ears and set her pen down. “Can I help you?” She asked, unable to meet your gaze.

You smiled softly. “Hi, funny seeing you here.” you spoke just above a whisper.

“I come here basically every other day.” She informed.

“Good to know.” you nodded slowly as the conversation fell flat. Clearing your throat, you relaxed back into your seat more as your leg bounced under the table anxiously.

“What you studying?”

“Something for my History of Film class.” Lorraine answered quickly.

“Yeah?”

She hummed affirmatively.

“Are you always this shy?” You asked, spread your legs as you slouch in your seat, your knees brushing hers under the table.

The brunette rolled her eyes before glaring at you. “I’m not shy.” She argued in a mumble.

“Sure. Timid is more like it. Are you always this timid?” You teased with a playful smirk while you fanned your legs back and forth, your knee brushing hers consistently now. You tilted your head as she went to bring her headphones back over her ears. “Wait. I’m just teasin’. But you said you come here every other day… why?”

“To study, duh.” She replied with a roll of her eyes as she paused the video playing softly from her laptop.

“No shit. I mean, I see you around and you’re always studying so why study here after class? Why not head back to your dorm?” You asked, leaning your elbows on the table and clasping your hands together as you tilted your head curiously.

Lorraine’s gaze darted away from her book, to the table, to her laptop, to the wall behind your head then to your clasped hands settling there. “Cause, RJ is my ride and he’s filming something so he can’t give me a ride back until later.”

Her accent seemed heavier and her cheeks grew warmer. You could see her blushing hard. You knew RJ’s work. Only because You worked with Bobby-Lynne once in a blue moon. “Hmm… Grab your stuff, I'll give you a ride back.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Lorraine met your gaze nervously running her eyes up and down your frame as you rose to your feet and stretched causing your hoodie to ride up and give her a peak of your abs and the V-line leading down to the bulge of your pelvis. You reached down and tugged your shorts down a bit to cover more of your legs. A thigh tattoo stood out against your skin, a one-liner that the film major recognized. “The truth of a thing is the feel of it, not the think of it.” Lorraine read.

You looked down at her before looking at your thigh with a chuckle. “Stanley Kubrick.” You acknowledged before picking up her notebook and sliding it into her textbook to mark the page before shutting it.

“I didn’t know you were a film major.” She muttered as her eyes lit up.

“Then I guess you have a lot to learn about me. Come on.” You gestured with your head towards the exit as you walked away with her textbook giving her no choice but to follow you. She quickly shut her laptop and tucked it into her tote bag before rushing after you.

You held the door for her as you walked out to the parking lot.

“I assumed you did music production since you’re in a band and all.”

You smirked and shrugged. “Nope. I thought about it but I taught myself how to mix and engineer audio by senior year of highschool.”

You smiled down at the petite girl.

“Hmm, so your music is on all platforms I’m assuming.”

You nod easily as you tug open the passenger door. Lorraine climbs into the boxy, old Ford and shuts her door. You get in the driver’s seat and hand her her textbook.

“‘M gonna need directions.” You mutter as you start the truck and begin driving, one hand on the steering wheel.

“Of course.” Lorraine gives you instructions to her dorm as you drive in a comfortable silence.

“So… how long have you and RJ been seeing each other?” You asked cautiously not wanting to give your feelings away.

Lorraine’s eyes widened for a second before she straightened up in her seat. “A little over a year.” She shrugged as she stared out the window. “Turn left up here.”

You switched lanes skillfully before stopping at the red light taking the opportunity to observe the brunette. The first thing your nose focused on was her flowery scent. Meanwhile Lorraine had to stop herself from inhaling deeply. Your earthy scent permeated throughout the fabric of the car's interior, intoxicatingly alluring, yet, subtle.

“Nice.” You tapped at the steering wheel with your long fingers. “So you two are serious?” You ask.

Lorraine turns to examine you and you turn your head back to the road doing your best to hide the hopeful look in your eye.

“Why do you want to know?” Lorraine asked suspiciously as she narrowed her eyes at you.

“No reason, Just making conversation.”

“Make another left on University.” She pointed and you nodded making the turn. “It’s this one on the right.”

You stopped in front of the building before climbing out of the truck. You grabbed her textbook and tote from her when she opened her door.

“What are you doing?” She asked cautiously as you took the tote bag from her arms.

“I’m walking you up.” You explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world before you scrunched your eyebrows and walked up the stairs of the dorm building with the brunette leading the way.

Your mind wanders to the times you’ve seen her walking with RJ and you realize she carried most of the equipment you shook your head condemning the lazy man under your breath. If she were yours…

“Well, thank you for the ride, and for carrying my stuff. Three flights of stairs is hard enough to walk up without all the extra weight.”

“No problem, I’m happy to help.” You hand her the bag and the textbook as she holds her dorm door open with her foot. She takes the items from you and smiles softly.

You stand there a second longer, turning on your heel to walk back down stairs before you turn back around with a finger to your temple. Your heart beat rapidly as you took a deep breath and prepared for rejection. “Um. Can I get your number? You know to share details about the party this weekend and other future gigs. Maybe get some coffee or hang out sometimes.”

Lorraine reached into her bag not even looking up at your slight ramble before she pulls out a sharpie and grabs onto your hand uncapping the marker with her pearly white teeth writing down ten digits and smiling softly at you as she recaps the sharpie and heads into her dorm shutting the door softly.