Okay, so this is my very first attempt to write a one shot. English is not my first language so I apologise if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes. This may suck for all I know lmao, I wouldn’t say I’m overly creative or good at writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me some feedback.
It was the first day of school after summer break. You walked back and forth in your room in just a white bra and black jeans while looking for a shirt to match. You had yet to unpack all of your stuff, and the clothes that you actually had unpacked were spread all over your floor. ”What the fuck am I supposed to wear?” you said quietly to yourself and sighed.
”(Y/N), it’s time to get going!” your mother yelled from downstairs.
In a hurry you picked up the first shirt you could find on the messy floor: a simple black sweater. You then took your backpack and made your way down the stairs and out to the car with your mom, ready to drive you to school. It was your final high school year, senior year, and you couldn’t wait to get it over with. Ever since freshman year you had switched school every single year. To say you were tired of being the new girl was an understatement. You were more than just tired, it made you anxious and even a little angry. You weren’t the most out-going and talkative person so finding friends had always been a struggle of yours. It wasn’t like you didn’t have any friends at all, you had a group of three friends or less and it was more than enough. But going through the same process every year tired you out. Whenever you had moved you never heard from anyone again. So here you were, back at square one.
The car suddenly stopped and woke you up from your thoughts. You looked outside the window of the passenger seat and saw a middle-sized building. Just before the building you read a sign that said South Albany High School. You still didn’t understand why your parents decided to move from California to Oregon. Well, you knew it was because of your fathers work, but honestly what could Oregon possibly offer that was better than California?
”Honey, you better hop out now before you get late to class,” your mother said. With a tight smile on your lips you grabbed your bag from the floor and made your way out of the car. Just before you closed the door she called your name.
”What?” you asked in annoyance.
”Call me when your day ends so I can pick you up. I also left some money in your jacket so you can buy lunch.”
”Thanks,” you mumbled.
She gave you a warm smile and waved her hand at you. ”Now off you go. Have a good day, dear.”
With a last good bye you slammed the door shut and made your way into the school.
As you pushed the heavy door open you were met by students everywhere, most of them in a rush to their first class. There were also some who looked just as lost as you felt, most likely new here as well. While looking around, you found a small line on your left to a tiny office with the word Reception on the door. There you got your locker, schedule and directions to your first class, which was foreign language.
After your first couple of classes it was time for lunch. You hadn’t talked to anyone yet and you were too shy to ask a random person the way to the cafeteria. It was only one class left anyway, it was not like you couldn’t make it without food. Instead you made your way to the library, which was just a hall away from the reception. You took a seat by one of the many desks surrounded by what felt like hundreds of bookshelves, and pulled out a block and a pen from your bag. You had always loved art. Not just to look at, but also to create. Your teachers would often find you doodling in your books instead of taking notes, but you couldn’t help it. It was your passion, a way to express your thoughts and feelings.
As you drew you suddenly felt someone’s presence behind you.
You turned around and saw a tall silhouette. Your eyes traveled to the face that belonged to the tall man. He had big and mesmerising green eyes, almost as stunning as an emerald stone. His lips were plump and pouty, curved in a little smile. Your lips copied his and turned into a smile. ”Um, thanks,” you said shyly.
”So, you’re into art?” he asked.
”Yeah,” you started, ”but I’m not that great. I mean, I doodle a little here and there but that’s about it.”
When it came to your art you never really showed anyone what you could do with a pencil. You always thought you weren’t good enough, so what was the point in showing something you didn’t feel pride in?
”Well, I think it looks good. I’m into art myself actually,” he said.
”You draw too?”
”Oh, no, I mean like theatre. I’ve always wanted to become an actor,” he said and then sighed. ”But I gave up on that dream a long time ago.”
”Why? If you don’t mind telling me,” you asked.
”The competition out there is insane. Also, I don’t think I’m good enough, you know?” he said as he took a seat in the chair infront of you at the table and reached out his right hand. ”I’m Bill, by the way.” You stared at his hand before you stretched out your own and smiled, ”(Y/N)”.
It didn’t take long for you and Bill to hit it off. The two of you clicked instantly and he was definitely your closest friend. Truth to be told, he was one of the only two friends you had managed to make so far and school had been on for three months. Being shy was already hard enough, but being socially awkward as well didn’t help your case at all. You felt lucky and blessed for having Bill as a friend. Also you applauded him for continuing to talk to you despite your awkwardness.
It had been a long school week, or at least it felt longer than usual, so when Friday finally came around you couldn’t be happier. You ran around in your room trying to make it look less messy with all the - still unpacked - boxes all over the place. You and Bill had originally made plans to hang outside somewhere, but the pouring rain and hard wind made you rethink your plans. Instead you agreed to chill at your place, whatever that was supposed to mean. But the timing couldn’t be more perfect, since your parents were away for the weekend.
You heard the doorbell ring and rushed down the stairs to open the door, only to be met by a completely drenched Bill. He moved quickly inside, hurrying to get away from the cold and terrible weather.
”You’re soaked.” you said. He just laughed and pushed on your cheek lightly, ”No shit, Sherlock.”
When Bill finally had dried, the two of you made yourselves comfortable in your bed to watch Netflix. You even gave him your duvet to wrap himself in - like a burrito.
”I’m still freezing,” he said and looked at you with his big eyes.
”Do you want me to get you another blanket?” you asked.
He looked at the screen for a moment and then back at you. ”I know other ways to get warm,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips.
Suddenly you felt his hand on your upper thigh, slowly inching towards your gates of heaven. You choked on your breath as you were surprised by his move. No one had ever touched you in such a sensual way before.
He removed his hand from your thigh and then the blanket from his body. Before you knew it he laid on top of you with his arms on each side of your head to support his weight. He lowered his face till the tip of your noses touched. “Can I touch you?” he gently asked. You just nodded your head, afraid of opening you mouth incase no words would come out.
Bill put back one of his hands on your thigh as his other arm kept his body from crushing you. Slowly he moved his hand higher up your torso, until he cupped one of your breast. You moaned quietly as he started squeezing it.
“May I?” he asked, as he tugged on your shirt, signalising he wanted to take it off. Once again you just nodded and let him do the job. In a swift move he pulled it off and threw it behind him, somewhere onto the floor.
You had never felt so exposed before and your first instinct was to cover your chest with your arms. But Bill made it before you and stopped you before you got the chance to cover them. “Hey, hey,” he said as he looked for your eye contact, “it would be a shame to hide something so beautiful.” His words made your whole body relax as you let your arms rest on the bed again. He lowered his head and ever so gently kissed the skin of your breasts that weren’t covered by your bra. He then reached behind your back to remove that piece as well, landing on the floor along with your shirt.
He covered your upper body in kisses as his lips trailed down to your lower part of the stomach. “Bill,” you whispered. He looked up at you as you said, “it’s not fair if I’m the only one without a shirt.”
In a quick moment you were almost completely naked as you both had hungrily removed the rest of each others clothes. The only thing left covering your bodies were your underwear, but Bill was fast to remove that from your body as well. Both of his hands wandered around your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, revealing your pussy. He separated your lips and gave your clit a soft kiss, firing away a spark throughout your whole body as you closed your eyes, craving more. He just smirked, knowing the power he had over you.
Suddenly you felt his tongue flat against your pussy, making it even wetter, as if it was possible. He worked in a quick motion, giving your bundle of nerves the stimulation they had longed for.
“Bill,” you moaned as he slipped a finger inside of you, while still working with his skilled tongue. Your hands grabbed his hair, pulling the hairs hard as he worked his magic on you. You had never felt like this before.
“You taste so good, (Y/N),” he mumbled against you.
“I wanna taste you too.”
He suddenly stopped and looked up at you. “Are you sure?” he asked. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, knowing it was your first time doing something like this. But you felt curious and ready to explore. “Yes,” you said confidently.
The two of you switched position and he rested his back against the mattress. As you removed his black boxers, his dick stood up freely. This was all so new to you, the only experience you had had with sex before was watching porn, and suddenly you didn’t feel as confident anymore.
Bill saw you hesitate. “(Y/N)”, he started, “it’s okay if you don’t want to do anything.”
“I want to, Bill. I just-,” you lowered your voice, “I just haven’t done anything like this before. I want to please you too.”
“Grab it like this” he said, guiding your hand to wrap it around his length, just under the head. “Then start pulling it, up and down.”
You continued to do as he said, watching him throw his head back, pressing it hard into the mattress.
“Fuck, just like that,” he moaned.
Your confidence only grew as you glanced at him every now and then, noticing how good you made him feel. You caught him off guard as you put your mouth around him and started sucking. You even dared to go deep, choking and gagging on his length as your hand swiftly moved up and down the shaft at the same time.
“Holy shit, (Y/N), I’m so close.”
His words only made you go faster, wanting him to reach his high. His breath became irregular and you could sense he was only a moment away from coming. Suddenly you felt a warm liquid spurting into your mouth. The two of you were both caught by surprised when you spat it out on his stomach in disgust.
Your eyes grew big as you felt a wave of shame and panic go through your body at the same time. You just wanted to impress him and swallow his batch. “Shit, I’m- I’m so sorry, Bill. I didn’t mean-,”
He just started laughing and you felt even more ashamed. The embarrassment made your cheeks flush into a deep red color.
“I’m not laughing at you, love. I’m laughing because I got surprised.” he explained. “If it makes you feel any better, I would have spit it out too,” he continued as his laugh died down.
In a swift motion he sat up, with you still in his lap, and hugged you tightly, arms around your torso and his head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.
“It was amazing, okay?” he whispered.
He felt your head nodding. It felt like your voice was lost again.
“Honestly, the only thing I feel shitty about is not making you come,” he said.
You pulled your head off his shoulder and looked for his eyes. “Bill, it’s okay-”
“No, I’m serious. Next time all the attention will be on you and only you. I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard you will forget your name.” he said confidently, squeezing your ass at the same time.
You laughed at his words, forgetting you ever felt embarrassed.
“So it’s a next time, huh?” you asked him, smiling.
“You bet there is a next time, (Y/N),” he said and pulled you in for a kiss.