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pendragonsgallery · 1 year

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I wish that this was a joke but this is exactly what happened

#like scythe and all #he was packing up and forgot he had drunkenly bought it #so can’t wait to take that advanced calc final now #college

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ash-the-prince · 1 year

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Just wrote a calc exam in which I forgot an important process and I left 2 problems incomplete :)

We'll see -- I'm projecting a 75-80 range :)

#inscribed infinite rectangles #how the fuck bro I forgot #advanced pre calculus and introductory calculus #aka ap pre-calc #I hate math so much #chronicals of ash the prince's school day lol

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cardiomyapathy · 1 year

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kelly is just a smart jock that knows a lot about chemistry and math but also lacrosse and f1 and fantasy sports people often forget he's a surgeon and think he's just this tall dumb dickwad

#// he will do ur advance calc homework ez while watching whatever game is on #ᴡʜᴏᴏᴍᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ | ( ooc. )

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femmesandhoney · 2 years

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i hate when people say calculus is easy compared to precalc cause i just absolutely do not believe them. they underestimate my complete lack of mathematrical comprehension. calculus could have been a fourth grader level concept and i still would have found a way to fail the class

#'gabby oh gabby why didnt u take ap calc' i didnt want to bruise my ego any more than i had bruised it after 3 yrs in advanced math courses

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baileyboo2016 · 8 months

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my dad seemed disappointed in my choice of math class because he thought it would be too easy but i think i might be the only freshman in the class so take that 👍

#it’s called advanced math foundations #idk where he thought that would be too easy #it’s literally proofs #it’s above calculus level and i took ap calc last year so 🤷‍♀️

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balletfilmss · 27 days

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ALL DA LADIES LUV YN!!

✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!athena!reader smau

✸ notes: im shamelessly addicted to social media aus & haven’t seen a SINGLE one for my boy…lets change that

…now playing: full machine — gracie abrams

yn.ln: nru…expect my therapy bills for those exams (ft. the world’s worst study buddy)

tagged: j.grace

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seaweed.brain: aren’t athena kids supposed to be…smart?

╰┈➤ yn.ln: @wise.girl COME GET HIM, HE’S OUT AGAIN

╰┈➤ wise.girl: PERCEUS

╰┈➤ seaweed.brain: AINT NO WAY—

j.grace: everyone see that? that’s MY gf who made a 100 on the advanced calc exam. MY GIRLFRIEND 🗣️‼️

╰┈➤ piedpiper: simp in capital red letters

╰┈➤ j.grace: loud and proud

j.grace: don’t hate on my studying skills, that was at like 2 am 😒

╰┈➤ yn.ln: it was NINE PM???

╰┈➤ j.grace: it most certainly WAS NOT

╰┈➤ yn.ln: do not take that tone with me.

╰┈➤ j.grace: yes ma’am, i’m sorry

teamleo_: who’s the cutie in slide 3? 🤭😏

╰┈➤ yn.ln: the book’s called the hunger games, thanks for asking! 🫶

╰┈➤ j.grace: @yn.ln IS IT BULLY YOUR BOYFRIEND DAY???

hazzzelnut: WAY TO GO BABE, SO PROUD OF YOU

╰┈➤ yn.ln: hazel ilysm my precious sweet darling angel 🫶🩷😚

piedpiper: ignore that blondie, she snuck out to see me once he was asleep 🥱😝

╰┈➤ yn.ln: shhhhh pipes, they’re not supposed to know

╰┈➤ wise.girl: PIPER HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME???

╰┈➤ seaweed.brain: I BEG YOU FINEST FUCKING PARDON???

…now playing: steal my girl — one direction

j.grace: smart girl appreciation post!!! 🤍 (piper mclean dni)

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teamleo_: gods bless yn for dealing with that blue eyed stare…she’s the strongest soldier ✊

╰┈➤ yn.ln: i try 😔

yn.ln: I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU MY SWEET BOY 🩷

╰┈➤ j.grace: I LOVE YOU MORE PRETTY GIRL <3

piedpiper: giggling bc he doesn’t know that HE’S the side piece @yn.ln

╰┈➤ yn.ln: what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him

╰┈➤ j.grace: i will take this post DOWN

╰┈➤ yn.ln: nuh uh

seaweed.brain: okay, but annabeth can recite more digits of pi than yn 🤷‍♂️

╰┈➤ yn.ln: why are you such a hater

╰┈➤ wise.girl: and how many can YOU recite, percy, hm? 🤨

╰┈➤ yn.ln: GET HIS ASS ANNIE 🗣️🗣️

reyna_ara: i’ll always jump at the chance to look at some pictures of yn 🤭

╰┈➤ yn.ln: reyna ily

╰┈➤ j.grace: i’m blocking everyone but yn, leo, and like, my sister

╰┈➤ thaliyuh: do not think for a SECOND that i don’t also think you’re gf is hot (one chance, yn 🙏)

╰┈➤ j.grace: get out. all of you.

yn.ln: “all da ladies love leo!” no. all the ladies love yn, and their bfs want to be me 💪

╰┈➤ j.grace: i’m deleting this app.

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@ seaweed.brain gag. me. with. a. spoon.

beth saw this & is on her way 😚

🏃💨

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@ j.grace. um. forever?? 🤭

well that’s the plan, isn’t it?

you know it, sweetheart

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furuyalover · 3 days

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4:52 pm

— ft. kuroo tetsurou

includes: a cute lil impromptu study date

it’s april and we all know what that means, finals season. right now it’s just you, your laptop, numerous papers and notebooks, and an iced matcha latte enveloping you in the cozy cafe atmosphere. you’re trying study for your calculus test tomorrow and you’re pretty focused, for the most part.

about ten minutes ago you glance up from your studies where you notice a familiar face across the cafe, kuroo tetsurou. while you’re decently close with your classmate and you’ve made conversation with him numerous times, you figured both of you are too busy with your work for you to approach him right now. however you can’t seem to get the striking captain out of your head. you’ve always had an admiration for him but some would say it’s more like a crush… so after a solid 15 minutes of pretending to do work and pondering what to do, you finally decide to maybe shoot him a text!

y/n: hey am i tripping or is there an obnoxious volleyball player studying across from me?

kuroo: obnoxious is a strong word 😒 u also studying for the calc test? 😭

y/n: kind of …. not doin too hot rn

kuroo: oh well you’re in luck then

and just like that you glance up from your screen and notice him begin to gather his things and make his way towards you. the middle blocker plops himself down on a seat next to you and begins unpacking his bag. “don’t worry princess im here to save you from your calc demons.” your flutters a little at the sudden nickname, but you keep your composure with a quick retort “ok woah im not doing THAT bad.” “then why is your study guide blank?” damn, he got you there. “whatever you gonna help me or what?” since he’s a man of his word he opens his notebook helping you review what you’ve learned these past classes, and working you through each problem better than khan academy ever could. he’s concise but sweet, making sure to comfort you every time you’re overwhelmed or not sure how to solve a problem. you’ve never seen this side of him, you’re used to dealing with his cockiness and sarcasm and this caring demeanor is something new to you.

but just like that an hour and a half has gone by and you’ve both successfully gotten through all your homework! where did all the time go? you wondered to yourself. embarrassingly, you’re kind of upset that you’re study sesh has come to an end. you’ve always wanted to go out with kuroo outside of class, and this is the closest you’re ever gonna get to that. “oh well all good things must come to an end” kuroo says, almost defeated you thank him for all his help while you start packing your things.

“actually wait before you go,” you stop what you’re doing to look up at him, wondering what he possibly need. surely he’s just gonna ask about something from class right? wrong. hes flustered. almost red even. scratching the back of his neck he finally looks at you and says “i really enjoyed hanging out with you, and i just wondered if you wanted to do this again sometime?” you’ve never seen him so nervous before, so you let out a small smile with a slightly confused look on your face. “what, like study?” your smile ends up giving him reassurance and just like that his confident demeanor is back. he grabs your hand and says “well that’d be a pretty boring date don’t ya think?” grinning before placing a chaste kiss on your hand.

you look down to try and hide the rosy blush that now plastered your face (too late he already saw it). flustered by his sudden advance you look up and match his confidence arrogance with your own. “alright then, but if i don’t get an A on this test im rejecting you”

“oh like that’s ever gonna happen” you roll your eyes, but he has a point.

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AN: ahhh this was so fun to write <3 love love loveee writing some friends/classmates to lovers drabbles !! hope u guys enjoyed this lil piece i whipped up :)

#game time!#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo testurou drabbles #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsurou headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #hq headcanons #hq x reader #hq fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsurou hcs #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro fluff #kuroo imagine

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iocity · 11 days

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ASL ‘Merica AU where Sabo is a straight A+ to almost failing gifted kid burnout warrior who goes to college for PoliSci (he is a raging socialist and also fucking insane actually, the craziest. He is the student government president on campus when he goes to college, and the Dean HATES HIM; he KEEPS GETTING ELECTED THOUGH. He fucks with the dean PURPOSELY and acts like he has no fucking clue he is driving the poor man insane. He is in for his masters at 21, and despite being quite the important figure on campus (he literally met the governor for lunch and later keyed his car, secretly ofc) he is absolutely unhinged and criminal in his activities), Ace is a delinquent who ONLY gets to stay in school because he makes ok grades (he is a GOD at literally anything crafty or homemaking-y but sucks at school cause unfair skill testing is a state requirement. Sewing, printmaking, art, photography, jewelry making, carpentry, fashion, pottery, stop motion; you name it and Ace is going fucking insane in the studio. He ends up mentoring for welding and jewelry making, and he goes to trade school. Everyone there is surprised at how polite and well-mannered he is cause he dresses like a SLUT. He acts business casual but dresses like he just got back from an LA bender), and Luffy fails miserably at everything but Biology, specifically entomology and ethnobotany, but he is like a child genius in those (his special interests are bugs and food basically, which is also how he ends up meeting Sanji; a quirked up french (he is from Manhattan) boy goated with the sauce, the sauce in question being béchamel. Luffy is a freshman in for… you guessed it! An Entomology and Biology (they did not have ethnobotany; he whined so hard until Sabo threatened to key the Dean’s car, and Ace had to stop them) double major, and the ONLY reason he hasn’t failed out is because he is so freakishly smart at his majors’ classes despite failing every other class. He SUCKS at chemistry and advanced calc though (he needs to pass them for his majors), which is how he ends up getting tutoring from this absolute nerd in highschool (Choppa) and his adoptive dad (Franky). Also Sanji has an even specialer interest than Luffy foodwise and Luffy really admires him because of that).

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smut-slut69 · 6 months

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Could you pretty please do a chishiya x fem reader grinding until he lets go in his pants. Reader teases him so he gets revenge with fingering and eating her out.

“You’re so pretty when you’re quiet Y/n”

Kinktober 2023|Day 6 ~ Exhibitionism

Words: 1.5K

Pairings: !nerd!Chishiya x !slut!Reader

Summary: Exactly what was asked for, just a bit of Exhibitionism along with it.

You weren’t an idiot, not in any way.

You couldn’t blame people for thinking that though. After all, you were only known for three things on campus. Throwing awesome parties, having a rich ass dad, and spreading your legs.

But the point is, you weren’t the brightest, but you weren’t stupid. Science, reading, history, all those subjects were easy for you.

But math. . . you just couldn’t do it.

Which is why you were confused when you had AP calculus on your schedule this year. Surely you weren’t that advanced.

Your father had known this would be a struggle for you, as your math problems were no secret. So after he called a friend of his, you had a round-year tutor just like that.

That was how you met Chishiya Shuntaro. At first, he tutored you the way he would tutor anybody, and that hadn’t seemed to work. But after some time, you and chishiya had found a different way for you to work, a reward system if you will.

Like now, you and chishiya were studying for an AP calc test, you had aced your practice test and it was time for your reward.

Which was how you ended up straddling Chishiya’s lap, the blonde thankful you two had chosen a table in a hidden corner of the library. You two had been making out like animals for a while now, your hips bravely exploring his, only stopping when you felt something wet hit your thigh.

You laughed, pulling away from Chishiya’s swollen lips. “Did you just . . .cum?” you spoke, trying to hold back your laugh.

Chishiya looked away bashfully, hands gripping your hips awkwardly. “S-sorry” he gasped, wincing as your hips brushed his now sensitive dick. You laughed a little harder as you saw the wet stain on his sweats. He had cum. “That's. . .actually fucking pathetic. All I did was dry hump you a little bit” you snickered.

He stared at you, your words filling him with embarrassment and something that he couldn’t pinpoint yet. “You don’t have to be so mean about it” he groaned.

“How can I not be, I mean, l knew you were a fucking loser, that's why you're so good at math, but I didn’t know you were a virgin too” you chuckled.

“I’m not-”

“I mean it’s obvious you’ve never had a girl as pretty as me on your lap, If I was you I would’ve cum that soon too. Well actually, maybe not, I’m not as desperate as you”

“God your such a bitch” he said lowly. But you didn’t even hear him, too busy ranting about him. If you had let him finish he would have told you that although he had little experience with women, he spent 4 hours a day studying the female anatomy, it was the only way to pass his medical science exams.

But if you didn’t let him tell you, he would have to show you.

In the middle of your hushed remarks, you yelped as he pressed you against the chair you had him pinned on. Slinking down between your legs. His move caught you off guard as you stared at him curiously.

Chishiya didn’t say a word as he spread your legs wide for him, staring at your cum stained panties. Before you could question him, he licked a long stripe over your clothed clit, making you moan in surprise.

You didn’t know what had gotten into him, through your whole arrangement, never once had anything gone beyond a fucking steamy makeout session. But now, here you were, quieted down immediately from the way he had your toes curling just from his tongue over you.

You smiled as he kissed down your thighs, teasing and plucking at the flesh there.

“Chishiya stop teasing, if I didn’t know better I would say you were stalling,” you said.

He rolled his eyes as you continued, “I bet you don’t even know how to eat p-”.

You threw your head back with a hushed moan when his finger grazed your clit as he pulled your panties to the side.

This time it was your turn to be embarrassed, he had barely even touched you.

“You better shut up, unless you want every damn person in this library to hear what a fucking slut you are. Even though they all already think that” he mocked before he dove in. He drove his tongue through your folds, taking in the taste of you.

You were a nasty person, you had a nasty mouth and a nasty attitude, but your pussy, your pussy was sweeter than you could ever be.

“Chishiya” You whimpered, nails pressing into your hands as the sloppy sounds his tongue made against you echoed against the walls of the library and back to your ears. Your hole, clenched. Begging to be filled with something. But he stuck to sucking your sensitive nub, juices flowing out of you in a way you had never felt.

The guys you usually fucked were horny frat guys who never truthfully cared for your pleasure, only ever seeking you out because of what you could do for them. None of them had ever even offered to eat you out before so this was a first, which you would never admit to Chishiya.

Especially since he was making you feel so fucking good.

Your manicured hands twirled their way into his blonde hair. They worked the rubber band out of his hair, setting his blonde strands free, massaging his scalp, and pushing his head closer into you. You weren’t sure what you needed, but you knew it was more.

Chishiya got the hint, sliding a slender finger into you. Moaning Louder, your eyes wandered down to Chishiya only to gasp at the sight of his pretty brown eyes boring into yours. You bit your hand to keep from screaming when he pushed in a second finger, fucking up into that spongey spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

At this point you couldn't think, your plush thighs crushing his head but he didn’t let that stop him. All you could focus on was the wonderful feeling of him kissing your puffy clit combined with his perfect fingers. You could feel your orgasm building in your core, ready to burst any minute.

“Chishiya!” you moaned as quietly as you could when you came, eyes rolling back in your head and thighs twitching when his tongue never stopped flicking your clit.

You whined when he didn’t stop, your body giving in to his touches as his mouth came to suckle your clit. Your hands stood pressed into Chishiya’s hair, just sitting there, not sure if you wanted this sweet torture to stop or end.

You shivered when he let up, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he looked up at you, all fucked out. Eyes blown out, chest heaving, and small whimpers leaving you.

“Chishiya, it-it’s too much” you whined.

He ignored you, picking back up the movement of his fingers inside of you, watching as your body slumped against the chair in pleasure, hands squeezing in his hair. “Chi-Chishiya I can’t take it” you stuttered, hips squirming away from his rough circles on your clit.

He rolled his eyes, using his elbow to press you down. “Don’t you take it from other guys all the time, or am I just better than all of them” he whispered smugly.

You blushed, his words bringing heat to your cheeks. “I-”.

“It’s okay you don’t have to answer” Chishiya continued, “You’ll take it from me, won’t you princess” he said, eyes begging for you to look at him.

Maybe it was the nickname or the way he looked at you, but when your eyes met his after his words you came so hard you almost knocked the chair over.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands squeezed open and shut, unsure of what to do to them. Chishiya kept his fingers inside of you, easing you through your orgasm, while his hand grabbed your hand as you shook.

When your body slumped down onto the chair he pulled out of you, smiling at the way your legs twitched when he dragged along your walls, pulling your soaked underwear back over your slit. Your eyes opened when he grabbed your jaw bringing his soaked fingers up to your mouth watching as you hollowed out your cheeks to suck on them. When he was satisfied, he pulled them out, looking at the fucked out picture in front of him.

But even when you were like this, hair a mess and sweat-covered, you were still the prettiest girl he had ever met, even with your attitude. He leaned in to kiss you, a kiss that was swiftly returned by you.

“You’re so pretty when you’re quiet Y/n”

Sorry For Any Spelling Mistakes. Hope you enjoyed!(Especially you Anon)

#chishiya #chishiya x you #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut #chishiya x fem!reader #alice in borderland #chishiya my beloved #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya x y/n #chishiya fic

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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In The Night

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pairing - tristan dugray x reader

type - smut, fluff. 16+

note / request - “UGH your gilmore girls writing is so perfect i love the way you write everyone!! could you maybe write a fic where reader is tutoring tristan and flirting w her the whole time but she has to go home. she leaves but he sneaks out to go to her and he like gets there to find her touching herself to him” this was a spicy one. Enjoy!!

summary - wanting to spend more time with you, tristan finds that you share his feelings

warnings / includes - language, smut: masturbation, mirror sex for like 5 seconds, fingering and oral ( f receiving), handjob, protected sex. not edited btw

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“You’re really getting this, Tris. I’m really proud of you,” you beam.

“Well, I do have the smartest and prettiest teacher out there,” Tristan smirks.

You look down shyly, a small smile on your face. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

“Or we could do something more fun,” he suggests. You peer at him through your lashes, giggling as he wiggled his eyebrows. “And what do you suggest that is?”

He lean forward and puts his arm around the back of your chair. “Why don’t we go to your place and I’ll show you?”

The offer is tempting, you’ll admit, but this is typical of Tristan. While he did do the homework and take your tutoring sessions seriously, he also flirted with you like his life depended on it. Complimenting you, teasing you, practically begging for you to come home with him so he could show you a good time. And while you would love to say yes, it wasn’t why you spent time with him.

His grades were slipping prior to you tutoring him and he only had two choices: get his act together or get shipped to boarding school. So he found you and soon his grades and work ethic started to improve. While tutoring him, you two developed feelings for each other. Yours was kept locked inside your mind and heart while Tristan let it all out in the open.

You don’t mind at all, but you don’t want to compromise his learning because you want to kiss him. So you let him flirt with you, playing the shy girl card and not giving into his advances. But little does he know, you want to be with him so badly.

You slowly pull away from him, fighting every instinct in your body to lean forward. “How was your Calc test?” You change the subject.

Tristan’s shoulders sag and he turns away. “Horrible.”

“Do you say that because you hate Calculus or because you actually think you did bad?” You question. “Both,” he answers.

“Do you know your test score?” You ask. “Nope,” he shakes his head.

“Well, let’s see.” You log onto your computer and into the school’s website. You log into Tristan’s account, finding the newest Calculus test date. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “You got a B+, Tris!”

Tristan’s jaw drops to the floor. He looks at the screen, not believing what he sees. “Are you sure this is my test?”

“Yes!” You grin. You turn to him, hugging him tightly in excitement. “I knew you could do it! See, you’re really smart, you just need to put in the work!”

Tristan wraps his arms around you lightly, placing his palms flat on your back and holding you close to him. “I do have a awesome teacher.”

“Ah, Tristan. It’s ‘an’,” you pull away. “Just because you’re doing better in math doesn’t mean you can slack off at English.”

He chuckles, “I’m just kidding.” “Mmhm, you better be,” you snicker, a small smile on your face. “I’m happy to say that I think your parents will not send you to boarding school.”

“All thanks to you,” Tristan says. “You deserve some credit, too.” You shut off the computer, packing up your textbooks and papers. “You’re really smart, Tristan. You just needed a little help, which isn’t something to be ashamed of.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” he remarks. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

“Believe it or not, I failed junior high math,” you say. You hold your finger up to your lips with a smile. “But don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”

“How come you’re so good at math, though?” He asks. “I got help like you did,” you say simply. You stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You adjust your skirt, pulling the back down as you walk away.

“Are we done already?” Tristan pouts. “Yep. I’m sorry, Tris. My parents are expecting me,” you give him a small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure to have your essay done for me to revise!”

Tristan sighs as he watches your retreating figure. “I promise,” he mutters. He looks back at the desk, seeing one of the notebooks you had left. He grabs it and

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“Goodnight, Mom!” You shout as you close your bedroom door. You flip on your light and change out of your Chilton uniform. You slip on a tank top and cotton shorts, heading to your bathroom to brush your teeth.

Your phone chimes as you walk back to your room. You curl up in your bed, opening your phone and smiling as you see a text message from Tristan.

Thinking of you ;) is attached to a picture of him posing next to his essay. You can’t help but laugh at his antics. You text him back, sending a picture of yourself to go along.

You take a picture of you holding the book that his essay happens to be about, captioning it Looks like you could use some company. You send a book emoticon with it, making sure he knows where your head is at.

And while Tristan knows you aren’t flirting with him at the same extent he is, he knows for a fact that you aren’t not playing the same game he is. He texts you back saying Does the girl come with the book? He waits a few minutes, a little disappointed that you didn’t next him back yet. He figures your asleep already. It is pretty late and you are a goody-two-shoes and all.

Tristan decides to get ready for bed as well, but when he puts his papers away, he sees your notebook. He knows he should leave it and return it tomorrow, but it was only 10 PM, and the off chance that you are actually awake pushes him to go to your house. If you are awake, then he could make an excuse for you to revise his essay now, which he knows will take a while since he’s halfway finished and he bull-shifted his way through it. It’s a chance to spend time with you, and in the end, that’s all he desires.

Tristan sneaks out of his house, taking his bike and riding your to house. He’s thankful that you’re house is only a mile away, otherwise it wouldn’t be as easy to sneak out.

He parks his bike in your lawn, rushing to the side of the house where your room resides. He tries to throw rocks at your window, but it doesn’t catch your attention. It’s weird, he thinks, as your bedroom light is still on.

Inside your four walls, you’re still awake. Your laying on your back in your bed, your phone resting on your nightstand beside you. Your shirt is riding up your stomach, your hand massaging your left breast while your other hand is in your panties, rubbing your clit.

“Mmm, Tristan,” you hum, your eyes closed as you imagine him fingering you instead of yourself.

You picture his perfect body over you with his big hands groping your body. His tongue licking your nipples and mouth sucking on your tits while he teases you between your thighs. You imagine him to make you beg for it until your practically crying for him to fuck you.

You spread your legs wider, getting deeper into your fantasy. “Fuck, Tris,” you pant as you slip a finger inside of you. His fingers would stretch you out more, getting you ready for the real deal. His tongue would lick down your body, nibbling softly as he goes further and further south. You’re aching by now, needing more than just your fingers.

Your eyes flutter behind your lids as you try to imagine how his tongue would feel on your clit. His lips sucking the aching bud, the tip of his tongue flicking it and making you squirm. You can’t help but whimper out loud as the thought. You need him so bad.

As if the universe was listening in on your wishes, you find Tristan outside of your window. At first, you think it’s a dream. Your vision is fuzzy from your eyes being closed for so long, and your body is tired from doing the work yourself. But as you get up and walk towards your window, you discover that it’s very much real life.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself. Heat crawls up your neck and embarrassment takes over your features. You cannot that you just got caught masturbating, especially by the the person whom you were thinking about.

Tristan taps on your window, gesturing for you to open it up. You sigh and decide to face your fears. You slid up the window, immediately crossing your arms as he climbs in.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask, your voice low so your family doesn’t hear you.

Tristan opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He can’t get the imagine if you masturbating out of his mind. Your hips bucking up to your hand, the sight of your tits as your tank top was half covering them, the way your face was scrunched up in pleasure. The more he thought about it, the tighter his pants became.

“Well, come out with it! You’re not supposed to be here,” you gripe.

“I-I came here to return this.” He holds out your notebook.

Your eyes widen as you look down. “Oh. Thank you.” You toss your notebook on your desk. You look back at Tristan, raising your brows. “Is there anything else you want.”

“N-No,” he shakes his head. His eyes rake up and down your body, burning holes in your skin. You clasp your hands in front of your thighs, looking away shyly. As Tristan looks at your face, he regains his usual cocky attitude, smirking a little. “But it looks like you could use some help.”

You roll your eyes. “You saw nothing, okay? Go back home and go to sleep. I’m sure you still have to write that essay tomorrow morning, right?”

“I actually brought it here,” he gestures to his backpack that’s on his shoulder.

“Well, tutoring center is closed. Sorry.” You spin on your heel, taking a step to your bed. Tristan sets his bag down and reaches out, grabbing your forearm and spinning you around.

“C’mon, angel. We both know you need me,” he whispers.

Your heart hammers against your ribcage. “H-How do you know it’s you I need? It could be Dean, you know?”

Tristan chuckles, “you’ve never looked at Dean a day in your life. And plus, I can read lips, angel. You were most definitely saying my name.”

You take in a shaky breath, your head spinning. You’ve spent months fantasizing about him. Never in your wildest dreams did you think they would become a reality - not on purpose, at least.

“I’m sure you know this by now, but I share your feelings,” he hums. He skims his fingers up your bare arm, reaching his hand up to your face and cupping your cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

Your stomach flips. “I bet I’ve wanted you for longer.”

He grins in reply. He places his hand on your waist, spinning you around to face your mirror. He pulls you flush against his chest. You can feel his boner against your ass.

“Tell me, what do you want from me? What were you imagining earlier?” He hangs his head down and softly kissing your jaw. Your eyes are glued to the mirror as you watch his hands ghost over your body. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you, you have to speak, princess.”

Your throat becomes dry as you think of the words. You can’t think about anything but his lips on your skin. They burn as they trail down your neck. His kisses become more sloppy and more needy as he continues. He nibbles at the nape of your neck, causing your knees to buckle. You never knew something simple as being kissed on the neck could feel this good.

You bring a hand up to the back of his head and clutch the hair at the nape of his neck. His arm holds you up for support, his teeth sinking further into your skin.

“I guess I’ll go,” he sighs. As soon as he pulls away, you yelp. “No! Stay. I-I need you.” You hate how desperate you sound, but you can’t help it. Your panties are soaked and he’s the only one who can fix it.

“What do you need me to do?” He asks.

You breath in deeply as you set your eyes on your reflection. “I… I need you to touch me here.” You gently grab his hand, slowly placing it into your right boob.

“Mhmm, and what else?” He slowly massages the soft tissue, feeling your nipple harden against his palm.

“And here,” you place his other hand on your hip, guiding his fingers down to your drenched core. “Oh, yeah? Is this what you were thinking about earlier?” He whispers.

“Yes,” you nod. “I was thinking about how good it would feel to have you pressed up against me. The way you would stretch me out. I was thinking about how good your cock would feel inside of me.”

Tristan shudders behind you, not being able to control himself anymore. He takes ahold of your hips and pushes you onto the bed. “Mind if I make your dreams a reality?” He asks.

“Please, be my guest,” you nod eagerly.

He dives down and captures your lips in a heated kiss. You moan in his mouth as your tongues skim alongside each other. Kissing him turns you on even more. It’s just what you need to get yourself out of your daze.

You buck your hips up to his, his erection brushing up against your clothed clit. Tristan lets out a soft moan in your mouth. He kisses you faster, gasping for shallow breathes in between. His hands roam your body, tracing your curves a million times as if you commit it to memory. You decide to take your lead in touching him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

He pulls away for a split second to help you take off his shirt. You throw it onto your ground, mouth watering at the sight. Your hands skim his toned stomach, your fingertips trailing across his very prominent v-line.

“Who knew Tristan Dugray looked like this?” You breath out.

Tristan shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s all natural.”

You giggle in reply, grabbing his neck and bringing my him back down to kiss you. You take the initiative and take off your tank top, leaving you practically naked under him.

Tristan sits back on his heels, taking in your almost naked body. “You are beautiful.”

You smile, “thank you.”

He fingers the hem of your panties, looking to you for confirmation. You nod at once and he slides them down your legs, tossing them to the side. He’s mesmerized by you. You’re perfect.

“Are you going to keep staring or do something, Tris?” You tease.

His cheeks glow pink and he grins. “Just admiring the prettiest girl in the world.”

You sit up on your elbows, placing your lips next to his ear. “How about you make the prettiest girl in the world cum then?”

Tristan’s heart drops to his feet. He nods feverishly, placing his hands on your inner thighs. You sigh contently as he wraps his mouth around your tits, flicking your nipple with his tongue and sucking on the swollen tissue. His hands run up and down your skin, his fingers tip-toeing to your pussy. He’s so close you can almost feel him. You buck up your hips to his wrist, whining in desperation.

“Patience, angel. Good girls are patient, you know,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I’ve waited long enough,” you whine.

“Desperate little princess,” he taunts. “You need my fingers, hm?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” He nips at the skin around your nipple, peering at you through his lashes. Your eyes find his as you speak. “I need you so bad, Tris. It hurts, that’s how and I need you.”

He grins like a devil. “Let me sooth your pain then.” He easily slips a finger into you, groaning at the wetness. You’re like a slip-n-slide. He takes the liberty in slipping two fingers in, your back arching in response.

“Oh, Tristan,” you moan, your pussy squeezing his fingers. He curls them inside of you and brings them to fuck up against your g-spot. He brings his thumb up to your mouth. “Suck for me, angel.”

You do as he says, eyes wide as you wet his finger. He takes it out of your mouth, placing it onto your clit. Your toes curl as he rubs tight little circles over the throbbing bud.

“Ah, Tristan. Mmm, fuck.” His fingers fuck you deeper, picking up the pace just slightly. He rubs your clit faster, his thumb moving from side to side to stimulate each and every nerve.

“Tristan,” you whine. Your walls tighten around him as your stomach coils. “M’gonna cum,” you warn.

“How about you cum on my tongue then,” he suggests, diving down and replacing his thumb with his tongue. You body jerks up, his nose brushing against your vulva as he envelops your clit into his mouth. The sensation is heavenly. His tongue flicks up your clit, his lips sucking loudly. He puts more focus on your clit as his fingers continue to pound inside of you, driving you to your orgasm.

You slap your hand on your mouth as you cum, trying to muffle your moans as to not wake your parents. Tristan draws out your orgasm, licking a stripe up your pussy as he takes his fingers out. You let out a relieved sigh, looking at Tristan through hooded eyes.

“Was that okay?” he asks. You nod, “it was perfect. Man, I should have done this a long time ago.”

“Why didn’t you?” he asks. “I was worried it would get in the way of us tutoring,” you explain.

“Maybe we should use this to our advantage,” he grins.

You laugh, “oh, yeah? And how do you suggest that?” You slowly sit on your heels, placing your hand on his thigh. You slide your hand up to the tent in his pants, touching him lightly.

“M-Maybe,” he mutters, his eyes fluttering close. “You can kiss me every time I do something right.”

You sit up on your knees, pressing your bare chest to his as you palm him. “I could get behind that.”

He looks down at you, getting impossibly more turned on. “Y-Yeah?”

You nod with a mischievous grin. “Of course.” You bring your other hand up to his face, running your fingers through his hair. “You know, I didn’t realize how easy you were. My hand isn’t even fully touching you, and you’re already a stuttering mess.”

“And I didn’t realize you could be so dominate,” he states. “You didn’t know from tutoring?” You him. “You should really pay attention more.” You kiss his neck, finding his sweet spot and sucking on it.

He takes in a shaky breath, sitting down on the bed as to not lose his balance. You slip your hands into his pants, looking into his eyes.

“Is this okay?” You ask, slowing your movements. “Way more than okay,” he confirms.

You pump him a few times, collecting his pre cum on your thumb and using it as lubricant. Tristan’s hands find your waist and pulls you closer, your body rubbing up against his.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, his breathing ragged.

You smile, “please do.”

You lay down on your bed after giving him a condom. You watch as he undresses, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as you see his length. He’s a little above average, definitely, and has a good amount of girth to him. You cannot wait to know how he feels.

“Lay back for me, princess,” he says. You do as he says, spreading your legs for him and wait patiently. He smiles as he looks at you. “So gorgeous.” He puts his hands on your waist, bringing you close to him.

“Are you ready?” He asks. “Yes,” you answer.

“Let me know if anything hurts or you just want me to stop,” he says.

You smile, “I will.”

He watches as he slips inside of you, your walls clenching around every inch of his length. You whimper as he stretches you out.

“This feels okay?” He mumbles. “Yes,” you say.

He pulls out of you, then sheathing himself inside of you.

“Ah, Tris —” Tristan crashes his lips into yours to muffle your moans.

“We have to be quiet, baby. Can’t wake up your parents, now can we?” He mumbles against your lips.

You whimper in reply. “Feels good good to be quiet.”

“I know, princess. But be a good girl for me, yeah? You can do that, right?” He hums.

You nod, “m’kay.”

He thrusts inside of you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously. Your back arches, pressing your chest up against his. Your hips buck up, the new angle allowing him to dig deeper. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, dragging down his skin.

“Mm, Tristan. Fuck. Feels so good,” you groan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Feels fucking amazing,” Tristan agrees, holding himself up on his elbows. He fucks you faster, causing your bed to freak, but you two don’t care. All the matters now is each other and how amazing it feels to finally get some release.

Your pussy pulsates around him and he can feel the heartbeat up against your walls. His dick twitches inside of you as he gets close to his orgasm.

“Shit, Y/n,” he breathes out. He fucks you harder, keeping the same pace as before. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours. Your room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and your muffled moans.

“Tristan,” you pant, as you feel yourself getting closer. His movements become sloppier and you know he’s about to cum.

“Tristan, I-I —” your hand grabs at his, bringing it between you two.

“I got you, baby.” He begins to rub your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Fuck, Tristan. M’gonna cum,” you mumble.

“Do it for me, baby. Cum all over my cock,” Tristan pants.

You bury your face into Tristan neck as you cum, your body lifting up as you reach your climax. You feel his condom grow heavy inside of you, signaling that he’s cum, too.

His sweaty body rolls off of you and onto your mattress. He takes off his condom, finding a trash can and throwing it away.

You two lay beside each other, cooling off.

“What if your parents find us?” Tristan worries. “It’s a little too late for that,” you chuckle.

Tristan laughs with you. “True.” He throws his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You feel okay?”

“I feel amazing,” you hum. You hug his side, burying your face into his chest.

You two stay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company before Tristan speaks.

“Can we do a round two?” He whispers.

You sit up and smack his chest. “Tristan!”

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