Fanfiction; Degrassi; "She's a Tease"
Title: She's a Tease
Author: Leah
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Johnny DiMarco/Darcy Edwards
Rating: R
Warnings: strip-teasing, spoilers for season 7, slightly graphic sex, love-hate relationship.
Disclaimer: Degrassi doesn't belong to me. If it did, I'd make Johnny/Darcy cannon.
Note: Woooow I haven't written smut in a long time. My new OTP. :D
Tease.
It's what they all called her. At least behind her back, they did. There were only few select that actually said it to her face. Take Johnny, he's said it to her before, with and without Mr. Simpson watching his every move. However, was this entirely his fault or hers? Had she had not gone crazy and psychopathic, maybe then she would have had a different sense of control in her life.
"You're an ass." Darcy snarled, clearly pissed off at people in general who have been rubbing on her last nerve. Mostly Johnny, who was blatantly flirting with her despite being a complete jerk to everyone else. Were they friends after that camp for “crazy” people? Possibly. They hadn't talked until then after that random hook-up on the roof and after Darcy’s break up with Peter. But something clicked between them after they got back to school, they decided to see how it would work.
Was it all just based on sex? Who knew?
Only they knew what they were planning on doing with their relationship.
The blonde was sitting across the table from her, raising his eyebrow and motioning to her that he wanted to get some by clenching his teeth and growling at her. "Hm. I know I am one. But what are you?" He reached over and poked her collarbone that was sticking out from her skinny figure. Ready to smack him, Darcy brought herself closer to Johnny, her face mere centimeters from his.
She pretended to try and kiss him, bringing him about, and then pulling away and smirking. Johnny's 'accomplished' look fell apart in few seconds. "I hate it when you do that."
"I know you do."
"Then why do you do it?"
"It gives me a sense of control of this horrible life that I currently am living in." Darcy grinned, brushing away a few strange of hair loosely behind her ear. Taking another step, she slowly unzipped her jacket then pulled it off of her shoulders. "I know this is what I desire." Pulling close, Darcy kissed her companion completely; prying his mouth open with her tongue. They swirled together in an exotic dance, with heavy breathing and pulling each other close with random grabbing and groping. She loved to tease Johnny DiMarco.
Feeling the need for more, the auburn-head decided to take it further by dragging him into her room. She linked arms with him and she was softly pushed into the wall, lips pressed together in a searing kiss. She was drowning. Drowning in arousal and submission. Right now -- she was getting what she wanted. He hated when she did this. He bit her lips and let out a low growl, pressing against her hard against the wall and snaking his hands under her low-cut shirt.
Darcy flinched at the feel of his cold touch then welcomed it. They made silent noises with every touch here and there; deepening the pool of intimacy. The next minute, clothes were strewn everywhere and bodies were pressed against each other on the freshly made bed. The covers were ruffled to the movement as they lay against one another, thrusting in and out to the beat of their hearts. She begged for it. Her companion grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed as hard as he could, bringing about a cry that nobody else could hear but herself. He bent his head down, biting her neck down to the top of her breast, nibbling here and there.
And she was fine with this.
Slowly but surely, she was breaking more.
Sex wasn’t helping. Not one bit.
Johnny spoke in a raspy voice a burning question:
“Are you scared of me?”
“No.”
Darcy Edwards was lying to herself when she told Johnny that she wasn’t scared of him. Her having private time reminded of her previous sexual experience. It wasn’t with Johnny nor Peter, but with a complete stranger.. He look away the one thing that kept her connected to the God she loved the most; her virginity. Somebody she didn’t even know raped her; nor did they ever catch him. Deciding to take it all back, she turned to the only person who would willingly help without strings attached; Johnny. She changed. Tears began to sting her eyes and stream down her face as reminiscence of the fear she felt the night she was raped. Being there with Johnny was killing the loneliness she felt but bringing about the fear once again for the first time in months.
“What’re you crying for?” His voice was scratchy and tired from the hours that had passed.
Darcy didn’t want this to end. “Nothing. I’m fine. Continue.”
She really lost herself by doing stuff with someone her best friend considered to be a complete loser and a dirt ball. But she didn’t know. Manny didn’t know.. and she wasn’t going to find out either. Johnny kissed her, tongue and more, pulling out another package and pressing her onto the bed for more. Darcy linked her arms around his torso, digging her nails into his back out of ecstasy. Johnny hissed in pain, and retaliated by pinning her down and biting her collarbone; leaving his mark with more cries echoing into the night.
"Tease.”
She really was a tease.
End
Author: Leah
Fandom: Degrassi
Pairing: Johnny DiMarco/Darcy Edwards
Rating: R
Warnings: strip-teasing, spoilers for season 7, slightly graphic sex, love-hate relationship.
Disclaimer: Degrassi doesn't belong to me. If it did, I'd make Johnny/Darcy cannon.
Note: Woooow I haven't written smut in a long time. My new OTP. :D
Tease.
It's what they all called her. At least behind her back, they did. There were only few select that actually said it to her face. Take Johnny, he's said it to her before, with and without Mr. Simpson watching his every move. However, was this entirely his fault or hers? Had she had not gone crazy and psychopathic, maybe then she would have had a different sense of control in her life.
"You're an ass." Darcy snarled, clearly pissed off at people in general who have been rubbing on her last nerve. Mostly Johnny, who was blatantly flirting with her despite being a complete jerk to everyone else. Were they friends after that camp for “crazy” people? Possibly. They hadn't talked until then after that random hook-up on the roof and after Darcy’s break up with Peter. But something clicked between them after they got back to school, they decided to see how it would work.
Was it all just based on sex? Who knew?
Only they knew what they were planning on doing with their relationship.
The blonde was sitting across the table from her, raising his eyebrow and motioning to her that he wanted to get some by clenching his teeth and growling at her. "Hm. I know I am one. But what are you?" He reached over and poked her collarbone that was sticking out from her skinny figure. Ready to smack him, Darcy brought herself closer to Johnny, her face mere centimeters from his.
She pretended to try and kiss him, bringing him about, and then pulling away and smirking. Johnny's 'accomplished' look fell apart in few seconds. "I hate it when you do that."
"I know you do."
"Then why do you do it?"
"It gives me a sense of control of this horrible life that I currently am living in." Darcy grinned, brushing away a few strange of hair loosely behind her ear. Taking another step, she slowly unzipped her jacket then pulled it off of her shoulders. "I know this is what I desire." Pulling close, Darcy kissed her companion completely; prying his mouth open with her tongue. They swirled together in an exotic dance, with heavy breathing and pulling each other close with random grabbing and groping. She loved to tease Johnny DiMarco.
Feeling the need for more, the auburn-head decided to take it further by dragging him into her room. She linked arms with him and she was softly pushed into the wall, lips pressed together in a searing kiss. She was drowning. Drowning in arousal and submission. Right now -- she was getting what she wanted. He hated when she did this. He bit her lips and let out a low growl, pressing against her hard against the wall and snaking his hands under her low-cut shirt.
Darcy flinched at the feel of his cold touch then welcomed it. They made silent noises with every touch here and there; deepening the pool of intimacy. The next minute, clothes were strewn everywhere and bodies were pressed against each other on the freshly made bed. The covers were ruffled to the movement as they lay against one another, thrusting in and out to the beat of their hearts. She begged for it. Her companion grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed as hard as he could, bringing about a cry that nobody else could hear but herself. He bent his head down, biting her neck down to the top of her breast, nibbling here and there.
And she was fine with this.
Slowly but surely, she was breaking more.
Sex wasn’t helping. Not one bit.
Johnny spoke in a raspy voice a burning question:
“Are you scared of me?”
“No.”
Darcy Edwards was lying to herself when she told Johnny that she wasn’t scared of him. Her having private time reminded of her previous sexual experience. It wasn’t with Johnny nor Peter, but with a complete stranger.. He look away the one thing that kept her connected to the God she loved the most; her virginity. Somebody she didn’t even know raped her; nor did they ever catch him. Deciding to take it all back, she turned to the only person who would willingly help without strings attached; Johnny. She changed. Tears began to sting her eyes and stream down her face as reminiscence of the fear she felt the night she was raped. Being there with Johnny was killing the loneliness she felt but bringing about the fear once again for the first time in months.
“What’re you crying for?” His voice was scratchy and tired from the hours that had passed.
Darcy didn’t want this to end. “Nothing. I’m fine. Continue.”
She really lost herself by doing stuff with someone her best friend considered to be a complete loser and a dirt ball. But she didn’t know. Manny didn’t know.. and she wasn’t going to find out either. Johnny kissed her, tongue and more, pulling out another package and pressing her onto the bed for more. Darcy linked her arms around his torso, digging her nails into his back out of ecstasy. Johnny hissed in pain, and retaliated by pinning her down and biting her collarbone; leaving his mark with more cries echoing into the night.
"Tease.”
She really was a tease.
End