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It was a chilly Friday night, sometime in mid-December, with no roommate at your dorm to interrupt the peace — yet instead of relaxing, you found yourself sitting cross-legged on your bed surrounded by textbooks, tutoring the stupid boy from your English class. You almost felt bad for him, constantly behind in class, looking confused as ever, but the more you worked with him the more your patience thinned. “Okay, let's run through the text one more time, but slower.” You watched his brows furrow as he tried to understand what the reading was trying to get across, but it was to no avail. “I… I don’t get it.” He admitted with exhaustion, tears of frustration pricking his soft blue eyes as you sighed at his lack of understanding.
“Dan, are you even trying? I mean, seriously, are you paying attention?” Your tone certainly comes off harsher than you’d intended, but you were fed up. It was getting late and this was not how you wanted to spend your Friday night. His cheeks flushed, burning with embarrassment as you berate him. “I’m sorry, I.. I am trying, I promise. Please just one more time? I know I can get it.” He pleaded, giving you no choice but to feel sorry, your gaze softening. “Okay, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you like that. Let's try again, I guess.” You scoot closer to him, the close proximity all-too apparent on your tiny bed as his cologne fogged your brain.
You read over it again, allowing him to stop and ask questions whenever needed, and it almost seems as if he’s grasping it. “Okay, do you get it this time?” You fight the urge to cross your fingers, not wanting to risk him seeing. But as if your prayers had been answered, he nods proudly, “Yeah.. Yeah I think I get it!” he smiles. You can’t help but smile back with a small sense of pride, “Good job, let's move onto the questions now I guess.” You flip to the right page, looking up at him to see if he’s paying attention, but he doesn’t seem focused.
“Are you seriously trying to look down my top?” you ask, caught off-guard by his blatant staring. His eyes go wide, red painting his cheeks as he jumps back, “No, no! I swear, I…” But he’d been caught, denying it was pointless, “Yes, I’m sorry.. I just..” he admitted with a whine, covering his face with his hands. You respond with a “tsk” and a disgusted look, “You pervert!” you spit, trying to mask your excitement as best as possible.
He whines again, shaking his head incessantly, “No! I’m not, I’m sorry, I just..” he tries to explain, but there’s nothing to be said. A smile creeps its way onto your face. You move in closer to him — eyeing him in his slacks and sweater — he looked cute embarrassed. He shrunk back on the bed, his back eventually hitting the headboard. You crawled closer, your knee between his legs as you took a seat on one of his thighs. He whined softly at the contact, his hands remaining politely in his lap as yours traveled up to his dirty-blond locks, your nails raking his scalp gently, sending chills straight down his spine.
“Is this okay?” You ask merely inches from his face, his heavy breath warm against your face, “Yes! Please, I mean..” He responds frantically, eager for more, anything you’d give him. You smiled, grabbing his jaw softly in your hand as you closed the gap, your lips moving soft against each other. He couldn’t read for shit, but at least he was a good kisser. Your other hand tugs at his hair gently, eliciting a breathy moan from his throat. You felt him tense up, taking it as a good sign as the kiss deepened even further until reluctantly, you pulled away. He looked at you, confused, until you eventually giggled out, “You can touch me, y’know.” referring to his hands which sat still in his lap. He was being awfully polite for a guy who you caught staring down your shirt only minutes ago. He nods with an “Oh yeah” look plastered on his face, “Sorry..” He says dopily, you smile and peck his lips, moving to sit on his lap now that it was free of his hands.
His breath hitches at the contact, praying won’t move too much. His hands ghost over your body gently, almost as if he’s afraid he’ll mess something up, eventually resting softly against the curve of your waist. “Would you take my shirt off for me, sweetheart?” You ask gently, playing with his hair absentmindedly. He nods, wide-eyed, and fumbles with the fabric, pulling it over your head to reveal a lacy black bra. It wasn’t a conscious decision to wear lingerie, it was just what you had clean, but it paid off seeing his reaction. His hands moved up your skin, resting softly over your breasts as he looked at you sweetly, begging for permission. “Go ahead, baby” You hummed at him, moving to kiss him again. He moaned into your mouth, warm hands kneading at your chest softly as your hips rocked against his.
He whined, hips bucking up softly, only prompting you to grind down harder, fingers tugging at his hair. He breaks away from the kiss, panting. “Fuck, ah, you.. You can’t do that, I’ll…” He pleads, his blue puppy dog eyes looking lustfully into yours. You don’t listen, you’re having far too much fun with this. “Aah, I said..” You cut him off, kissing and biting at his neck, eliciting pretty noises from his cute mouth. His hands move down to grip your waist, this time much harder, aiding your movements, picking up the pace. His eyes flutter shut, senses far too overstimulated to think straight. His cock felt so sensitive against the tightened fabric of his slacks, and coupled with your warm body against his, it was all too much. His movements began to stutter, you could tell he was close. You pull his hair hard, forcing him to look you in the eyes. His hips bucked up one final time, whimpering underneath you as he came, pulling you into a sloppy kiss as you slowly ceased your movements. You help him recover from his orgasm, rubbing gentle circles against his back as his breathing slowly returns to normal.
You giggle seeing the dark spot soaking through his pants and his face burned red with embarrassment, looking away shamefully. “Hey, look at me,” You grab his face, kissing him, this time almost lovingly. “You did so good, baby.” You feel him smile against your lips, “Really?” He asks, a boyish grin plastered on his face. “Mhmm” You hum, fingers running through his soft hair.
“Wait,” he stops, pulling away from your touch, “What about you?”