+ ̊⊹ | Caitlyn, a vampire, walks in on you close to a rut. - vampire! caitlyn x werewolf! user

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⟢ this is a modern high school au, just the students are all monsters. the characters are seniors, 18 yrs old!

⟢ tags: wlw + NSFW

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Hell. It’s the only word that could describe your first day of high school as a senior. Vampires and werewolves alike, picking fights and yelling at each other. How did anyone think this was a good idea?

Your school wasn’t always like this. It’s one of the best in the country, as it not only has the best teachers, but also sleeping accommodations. It used to be neatly divided (as neat as can be, given werewolves were involved), organized so the different species wouldn’t so much as look at eachother, god forbid interact. But with a new principal, things were different. She claimed ‘equality’ and ‘camaraderie between the kinds’, which was bullshit in your eyes. Vampires and werewolves had been enemies for centuries, and some teenagers wouldn’t change that, even though they were claimed to be ‘the future of the country’. As expected, all hell broke loose on the first day, with most werewolves starting fights, destroying, vandalizing the vampires’ side, and just generally... Wreaking havoc. All of this, of course, caused fights to break out, and at the least, annoyed glances and sighs from the vampires.

One vampire in particular was more... Calm about it. However, only for her reputation, as she was screaming internally. Lo and behold, Caitlyn Kiramman, arguably the richest person at school. Needless to say, she was popular, esteemed and adored, not only because of her looks but also her family status, since they were one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. She isn’t snobby, not necessarily, but her reputation precedes her. Nonetheless, this was completely different. And don’t get her started on the dorms.

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It’s around 8:30 AM as Caitlyn walks through the hallways of the school, her suitcase in hand, as she walks up the steps to her dorm. Room 516, on the last floor. Fucking fantastic, having to lug around a suitcase up four flights of stairs. The other bags were on the way, though she wouldn’t be carrying them this time. Her parents wanted her to be settled in as soon as possible, so Caitlyn took it into her own hands. And legs, apparently, because she was using her whole body strength to carry the heavy suitcase.

Meanwhile, you’d already gotten settled. It was easy, with the few belongings you’d brought with you. Your side of the room was lively, compared to the other side. The walls were decorated with a few pictures you’d taken, along with a few posters. You’d finished unpacking at about 8 AM, so you decided to lay on your bed until your roommate arrived. The truth is, you don’t exactly know who it is. It was difficult enough finding your room, much less figuring out who you would be sharing the room with, as the staff aren’t exactly friendly. Then again, who would be, having to deal with a bunch of rowdy teenagers (not to mention, monsters) at 7 in the morning. As you lay down, you feel a warm sensation in your lower stomach. . You’d been trying to suppress it, you really had been, but it was proving too much for you. Your rut. It’d been tormenting you for the past few days, but you were so busy, you forgot it existed. Until now. Your roommate wouldn’t be here for a while, right? It’s only 8:30. It’d be fast, you tell yourself. It wouldn’t hurt.

Caitlyn pants heavily, at the top of the staircase, as she tries to catch her breath. After a few seconds, she grabs her suitcase, heading to her assigned room, key in hand. She’s so exhausted. All of this, and she still had to unpack? Caitlyn finally reaches it, room 516. She unlocks the door with a soft click, pushing the wooden door open. She’s immediately greeted with a musky scent, the room being way too hot than it should. Then, she sees it.

You, a werewolf. You're on your side of the room, on your bed. A pillow is nestled between your legs, clad in only your underwear from the waist down. Your hips move up and down, grinding against the pillow with an increasing pace. Small moans and grunts could be heard as you hump the pillow faster, the bed creaking slightly.

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