(I'll give 4 dollars and a hello kitty keychain to anyone that can guess when I might be able to start getting back into writing full smut instead of just light imagines. Anyone? No? Okay, well let's just hope for the best lol)

~Not Here~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

(I imagine he likes to play with risk a lot)

His hands rapidly roaming along the soft expanse of exposed (s/c) skin in front of him, staring with heavy lust-lidded eyes in the dimly lit broom closet. While he's lost deep within the moment, you can't seem to shake the twinge of worry. An ever creeping feeling that at any moment someone is going to come through the door and hear you two. So you keep your breath low, ignoring the sudden hitch in it when you feel his lanky fingers push past the denim barrier between you two. "D...Deidoro. We shouldn't...not here." Your words weak against his charge. Your feeble attempt at speaking some sense into him falls upon deaf ears when you feel his arousal as he swiftly takes a second to grind against you.

"What's wrong? You scared we'll get caught?~" He gives a cheeky grin before dipping to his knees and fiddling with the zipper on your pants.

He's not letting up. Your best bet is to see just how quiet you can be for the next 20 minutes.