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Lips meet teeth and Tongue, my heart skips eight beats at once 18+ Drabble

Cc Walker x fem reader

Authors note: Wrote this a while back and thought it would be a welcome change and addition to my Drabble collections. This was written hastily one evening and it is not my best work, so it may not read as nicely as my other works. Hope you enjoy some rather perverse Cc Walker thoughts. MDI please.

Not EDITED 🙃

Warnings: Cc Walker being a boy for a total of a full phone call, phone sex (unbeknownst to reader) cc walker overhearing her football (soccer) team being prudes. Awkward yet loveable Cc Walker. Curious Cc Walker.

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Cc sighed into her pillow, sending whiffs of ashy hair against her forehead. She couldn’t sleep. It was just one of those nights where one couldn't possibly get any sleep. She tried every tactic in the book, counting sheep, playing awful white noise, taking in every soccer trophy that adorned the shelves or even eying the ceiling. Nothing helped lull her to sleep. Her mind was too preoccupied to find any pleasure in sleep. Instead her mind filled with thoughts she'd never thought would cross her mind. Ever.

She had been in the girls locker room, hustling to get her knapsack and tie her trainers so she would be able to make it on time for dinner. A family dinner. Her grandfather's birthday. Dinner was at five sharp, and her mother had begged her to be on time. Saying something about how being punctual was the best impression. She was halfway out of the locker room when the conversation had halted her. It was like her ears had perked up at the conversation, not on her accord mind you.

Cc could just imagine her mother's face if she ever found out what CC had been listening to. The topic was sure to make her mother collapse of a heart attack, or better yet a mother’s disappointment but the soccer girls had no problem going on about things that would make mothers turn in their graves.

CC couldn't help but listen to them as they talked about pleasuring their girls. How they would get all flustered and loose control completely. How they would moan and thrash against them with full pink lips and let out the most glorious whines. The picture they painted, the way girls were softer, how they tasted like utter glorious perfection make CC's mouth water.

One girl had described it as, "the hottest sight you will ever see".

Cc had immediately left after that. Guilt somehow taking over her. Shame, on account of her mother. But still she couldn't help but feel her chest rise at just the thought of you doing all those things.

Now she could feel the words come back again. Only she thought of you this time. You with your homemade flash cards and academic scholar of the year trophy. You with your cute lopsided smile. You with your pinkish cheeks after CC would tumble on top of you and tickle you all over.

You with your full pink lips, with just enough lip gloss to leave her wanting more. You with your soft delving tongue and dilated eyes. You with your soft lips that would leave her dizzy and hot all over.

Her chest began to heave as she imagined you here. Your soft teasing eyes eying her, your fingers moving to ghost over her cheeks.

But then it was the image of you laying over her, head thrown back, nails digging in to her scalp as she held you up softly, as she softly explored your pussy with the eagerness of a dying woman. She could imagine the soft way your vocal cords would rise and the way your cheeks would flush, eyes closed as she made you feel all new things you had never felt before.

It was the way CC could feel herself reaching for her mobile, she dialed your number waiting for you to answer.

It took a few seconds and then your soft voice welcomed her ear, making goosebumps arise on her skin.

"If it isn't my favorite night owl. What can I do for you sweet girl?"

It was meant to be playful and soothing , but in CC's lust filled brain all she could think about was the way her underwear was soaked from just the thought of you asking that in a much more sensual salacious way.

“What are you doing right now?" She managed to get out, licking her lips and toying with her waistband on her shorts.

You sighed into the phone, confusion written on your brows as you could hear the girl's ragged breathes through the speakers.

“I just finished our biology homework from Mr Kazynks class, are you feeling alright Angel? You sound a bit raspy" you spoke, your voice laced with inquisition.

Cc sighed against the phone, her fingers moving to slowly dip beneath the waistband of her shorts, gliding over her panties which were soaked and ached at the slightest touch. She let out a soft sigh against her knuckles, hoping you wouldn't catch on. You guys hadn't yet breached the topic sex yet.

"Yeah...I'm alright. Just- just wanted to hear your voice is all" she managed to get out. You blushed against the phone, your homework long forgotten.

"Aren't you a charmer. How was your game today? I know you said your ankle was hurting".

Cc let's out a laugh, throwing her head back on her pillow.

“We won by two goals, and Wyatt made me ice my ankle when I got home, it doesn't hurt that bad".

"I would much rather hear all about your day, that is if you’re willing to tell me about it" CC begins, moving her fingers down to meet her thighs. Her Ghosting fingers feeling like hot coal against her skin and she sucks in a breathe, imagining it's your soft fingers tracing her inner thigh and over her shorts. Teasing and beyond ruthless.

She makes sure her phone is muted on her side of the call, not wanting you to hear on account of you two not conversing about the said topic, but also for her own personal privacy.

It takes her body about ten minutes to truly heat up, to leave her heart racing and the familiar fire spur to life in her stomach. her fingers making obscene noises as she pumps them in and out of her aching core, soft sighs turning into small mewls. She's careful not to get too loud, Wyatt is just across the hall and her parents a few rooms away.

Not only that she had to remind herself to make a comment every so often. You had been going on about your day, your classes. It had gotten to the point where CC began to ask questions, questions she would have never thought she'd ask, 'what was your favorite subject of the day? I know you go all nerd in your classes". That had been just to hear you speak, hear the passion in your voice and the deep tones that would follow when you spoke of things you were interested in.

She was a right and proper mess now. Fingers aching as she focused on her clit, the pleasure only intensifying as her brain began to recollect everything you had done that was even remotely hot.

Licking the remaining ice cream from your spoon, your hot pink tongue ghosting over the tip, and the way you had moaned at just the taste of the dairy treat.

The way you would climb on top of her and just kiss her. Kiss her like her life depended on it, lips pushing and pulling, breathes coming out fast and wild. Fingertips ghosting over her hair, pulling every so often. The way you would descend, down her pale slick jawline. Your eyes dilated and soft breathes falling of your lips. "You need to stop looking at me like that" you had muttered once, CC had pulled away, lips chapped from the kisses. Her chest heaving and eyes blown, "why?".

You had only eyed her with soft eyes, but it was only then that CC actually could read you. Eyed your features and your expression. She could sense a hesitation in your eyes, like you were frightened or off put. She also sensed the way your eyes remained glued to her lips and your fingers toyed with her shorts far to long. There was struggle or battle in your mind towards her.

“Because if I don't stop I won't be able to" you had stated, moving to leave a small kiss on her forehead before getting up and walking down the hall leaving her confused and more aroused than ever. But still the memory. The weight of your body against hers, the press and pull of your hot curious tongue against hers, the way you were soft yet possessive just the same.

Who would have thought a book nerd could have fingers that made her knees weak. The soft breathy sighs you had let out were what got her the most. They weren't the loudest, they were shy and not even close to others she had heard. But still they came from her. Of her touch against you, of her soft fingers ghosting over your skin, over the skin of your stomach. Cc never went lower for fear you'd pull away. But the way you had eyed her after, like you couldn't take your eyes away from her, from her blue eyes that sparked like the Maldive ocean, from her lips. It was like suddenly you had turned on a switch in your body. And you didn't know how to feel.

The memory alone served its purpose. Cc had quickly bit the ends of her sleeve to quieten her whimpers, which seemed to rock about the room and only serve to make the pleasure intensify like a wildfire throughout her body, sending shivers down her toes and to the edges of her fingertips. She was getting close now, could feel it in the way her walls ached against her fingers.

You were still Rambling. Cc would have found that hilarious, but right now she found it so damn hot you could hold a conversation that long. Her nerdy girl. That thought alone made her legs quiver and before she could stop or slow down the pace of her fingers, she felt the familiar burning in her gut and that was it. Her back arched and her eyes shut tightly, a orgasm so intense and strong rushed through her, it was almost like the white hot heat wouldn't give away, only kept burning brightly and crashing against her till her toes curled and her whimpers were guttural and so primal that she swore you could hear her even over the mute option on her phone.

Her sleeve had been bitten completely through, evidence of just how hysterical she was. Cc allowed her brain to focus back on your voice. "Anyway I don't think you wanted to hear about my opinion on why the Salem witch trials were really just one of America's biggest cover up stories but-I appreciate the kind ear".

Cc put the phone off mute, trying to steady her long harrowing breathes as she quickly made a beeline for her bathroom. Taking the phone with her.

"I don't mind hearing about all that, especially if your the one telling it. Is it odd that I can only ever restrain school related subjects if you tell them to me?" Cc joked.

You chuckled at that. "Maybe you just really love learning about the beginning of America. You know the Quaker's and all-very informative information Walker" you teased.

Cc couldn't help but let a smile reach her lips, but it only lasted a second. She could feel the anxiety lace up in her chest before she even asked. Her tongue halting in her mouth. Before she could even hear what she was saying her brain was talking for her.

"I want to have sex".

The words were out. Loud and fast and brash that CC eyes widened as soon as the words came out.

Cc threw her head back, slamming her sink gently as she cursed herself. Your relationship was only a few months in and although you both had teased the line, you had never quite ventured into the depths of no return.

"You've been thinking about too?" Was your shaky voice.

Cc eyed herself in the now murky mirror. "I would be lying if I didn't say I thought of you in many ways that would make my mother die of a heart attack".

The line was silent.

"I want to. It's just-I've never done anything like that before. So when it comes time, let's just-take it slow" you breathed out.

Cc nodded into the phone, her voice soft and calm. "Whatever you want my love. I'll do whatever you want. I just want you to feel safe...with me. That's really all I want".

#cc Walker #cc walker x fem reader #random Drabble that I wrote ages ago but thought a few of my readers would like #emma myers x reader #this was done many months ago so the writing quality is not my best #a kilton grammar original #emma myers

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