“Y/N! Please see me after class to discuss your grade.” My teacher, Mrs. Aldren, said. She scanned me briefly with her scolding eyes, her fiery red hair in short loose curls. I nodded and sat back in my seat, shoulders slumped with disappointment. A few snickers were heard around the room, the first coming from the school nerd, Jack Gilinsky. I rolled my eyes and applied more Too Faced Melted Lipstick in the shade melted peony.
Class ended eventually, my heart hammering as I sat in the chair in front of her desk, Jack next to me.
“So, Y/N, I’m afraid you failed the pre-test. Because you can only take the actual test once, I’m assigning Jack to be your tutor for the rest of the semester.” She said. Jack looked at me, from what I could see from my peripheral vision. After glaring at us and looking back down at this month’s Cosmopolitan magazine, I slung my bag over my shoulder and stormed out of the classroom with my car keys dangling from my fingers.
“So when do you want to meet up and study?” He said, opening my car door for me. What a closet gentleman. Not the only thing that’s in the closet. I smirked and tapped my chin as if I were thinking.
“Well, right now is pretty much the only time I’m free before the test so..” I said, slowly letting my words fade.
“My place or yours?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders and buckled my seatbelt.
“Well,” I started off with a sigh. “No ones at my house so we can go there.” I said, starting my G550 SUV Mercedes-Benz, All black with red interior.
“I cannot believe I am in this car.” He said, scratching the back of his head. I laughed lightly, drumming my fresh acrylics on my steering wheel.
“She’s a beaut.. She was my dad’s, he left it for me in his will.” I said, a light smile on my lips.
“I’m sorry.. I.. I didn’t mean to upset you, are you alright?” He said, leaned toward me. We were at a stoplight, his gentle fingers caressed my cheek, which was slightly damp with tears.
“It’s green.” He whispered, his eyes still locked with mine. I swallowed the big lump in my throat and stepped on the gas, the drive practically silent from here on. We pulled into my driveway, his eyes wide and pupils dilated.
“You have a beautiful house.. well, community.” He giggled, placing his hand on my waist as I hopped out of the car. I rolled my eyes and smiled before unlocking the front door, my heart hammering as he grabbed the bag off my shoulder and placing it over his own.
“Don’t want your back to hurt.” He said. About 4 months ago, I had to get back surgery from an injury from gymnastics. I smiled and grabbed two pepsi’s from my fridge and not-so-quietly walked up the porcelain steps, my mom’s old pair of Louboutin’s fitting like a literal glove.
He followed behind me, causing me to move my hips more, my black pencil skirt ending just below my knee. I could hear him suck in a sharp breath, a smirk immediately growing on my face.
“Here we are.” I said while motioning to my bedroom, the color scheme black, white, and blue.
“I like it.” He smiled. We sat on my cobalt blue couch, my drug-rug blankets hanging off of the back.
“Okay so open your book to page 497.” He started. I stared at him as he droned on and on about the law of physics, my eyes unintentionally focusing on his lips, his eyes, and his toned arms.
“Do you understand?” He said, discreetly licking his lips. His button up tee-shirt was buttoned up to the collar, his strong neck and toned arms begging to be released from it.
“My brain hurrrrtttttssss.” I groaned, rubbing my temples.
“That’s funny.” He facetiously laughed, scratching his ribs.
“What’s funny?” I said, chewing on the end of my pen. Actually, this isn’t my pen. I immediately took it out of my mouth and set it down on my blank notebook page.
“Your ‘brain hurts’ but you haven’t done anything.” He smirked.
“Haven’t done anything?” I asked with my brow raised.
“Yeah. All you do is shop and mess with your hair and your face and the people around you, I’m surprised you have time for anything else.” He said.
“What are you saying Jack?” I said, screwing the lid on my pepsi bottle a lot tighter than necessary.
“I’m just saying that you don’t really work for anything..” He said. I raised my eyebrow and clicked my nails against my bottle.
“I don’t work for anything? Are you kidding? I have to work my ass off daily just so we can keep this house. Not sure if you’re aware but my dad was the main supporter of this household and now he’s not here so I need to step up. Do you not understand how hard I work? I have a 4.0 grade point average. I work 40 hours a week, at least. I could only study on this day because I have to work most of the time, not because I shop constantly. Do half of my work and then tell me that I don’t work hard enough.” I said, ending it with a huff.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you— I just, I don’t know. I’m sorry—“ He cut himself off when he made eye contact with me, his eyes practically screaming how sorry he was. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, those lips. My breathing was staggered, and my heart was pumping much quicker than before.
“W-what are you staring at?” He whispered. His hand came in contact with my face, as he gently moved a stand of hair back in place.
“Those lips. What all have you done with those?” I said, nipping the dead skin on my lower lip, a pure act of nervousness.
“What? I’ve done lots of things..” He trailed off, his dark eyes holding guilt behind them.
“Like what?” I said, my thumb pulling his lip from between his teeth it examine the plump red skin.
“I— uh, nothing actually.” He bowed his head in shame or embarrassment.. probably both.
“Let’s change that.” I smiled as his eyes widened.
“You? and.. me? You want to do that with me?” He said, almost as surprised as I was.
“Don’t act so surprised baby.. you’re damn sexy and you know it.” I said, pushing his shoulders so he laid against the back cushions. I slowly straddled his hips, his cheeks flushed with sexual desire.
“Here baby, put your hands on my waist, like this,” I said while putting his hands on my waist, where my shirt is ridden up. His fingers were cold but sweaty, his fingernails gently dug into my skin as I connected our lips, and rocked my hips against his. He opened his lips slowly, his tongue just barely tapping mine. What is going on? Is it getting hot in here? He wrapped his forearms across my lower back and pulled me into his chest, his lips kissing mine at a more desperate speed. He’s not too bad for a beginner.
My fingertips trailed under his soft cotton Star Wars tee and gently tubbed his surprisingly toned skin. His teeth clamped down on my swollen bottom lip, a moan escaped from my lips.
“Did I hurt you? Oh god I knew I would mess this up. Are you okay?” He rambled. I laughed and grabbed each side of his face and pulled him back into me, a small smile playing on his lips.
I flipped us so he was on top of me— well, leant over me. His hands were placed next to my ears, holding himself up, his legs straddled over my thighs.
“I don’t know what to do.” He whispered embarrassedly. I reached my manicured hand up and pulled him down to me by his neck, his lips brushing my skin like a feather, floating through the air. I pushed his head down more forcefully, his giggle on my neck causing my stomach to flutter. He gently nipped at the skin under my chin, I could feel him getting hard on top of me. I hooked my legs around his back and pulled him down so there was no space between us, my fingers laced tightly in his hair.
“Y/N, wait..” He said, lifting his head from my neck.
“I’ve never done anything. Like, at all. I don’t know where this is leading but I don’t want to let you down.” He said, his eyes glossy and darting across my face. I smiled and sat up a bit to kiss him, his hands roaming over my body, not one inch of skin untouched. I slowly peeled his shirt off of him and started to unbuckle his khakis, his fingers shaking as he attempted to unclasp my bra.
“How the hell does that death trap work?” He said, his eyes wide with amazement as I effortlessly pulled it off. His lips immediately attacked my chest, his hands holding my waist, in attempt of keeping me still. His fingers hooked underneath the band of my skirt and slowly pulled it down my tan, smooth legs.
He sucked in a breath as his hard-on smacked against his belly button, his bottom lips tucked tightly between his teeth as I trailed my finger from the base to the tip; which was leaking pre-cum. I smirked and looked up at him, while slowly rubbing my thumb over his head. I leant down and slowly took him into my mouth, his hands immediately tangling in my hair; his nails leaving little crescents in their wake. I sucked my cheeks in and flicked my tongue. I peeked up at him through my eyelashes, fluttering them once we made eye contact. His eyes screwed tightly shut after, his hips jerking.
“I’m gonna cum, so if you wanna do.. other things, you should stop.” He said. I slowly sat up, pulling him out of my mouth. A line of saliva was attached from his head to my lip, his throbbing pink tip begging to be touched again. He wiped the saliva off with his thumb and wiped it on my couch, a fake gasp coming out of my mouth causing him to smile. I straddled his hips and lined him up with my entrance, gently rubbing him between my lips, a soundless gasp coming from his mouth. I slowly slid down onto him, his head thrown back from the newfound sensation. I winced from the slight pinch, he was a lot bigger than my ex.
“I’m not hurting you am I? Do you want to stop?” He asked while holding onto my waist.
“Shhh.” I silenced him and moved my hips up, just so he was barely in, and quickly sat back down onto him. I continued the action a few times, clenching while moving up, and swiveling my hips going down. His lips left the most delicate kisses on my neck, under my chin, gentle nibbles on my ear– which I usually think is weird, but I like it. His hips thrust upwards, his hands holding me in place, trying to stop my actions. I circled my hips quickly, as if I were hoola-hooping.
“Fucckkk.” He drew out, his eyes closed even more tightly, his fingertips digging into my skin as he pulled me into his chest. I laid back on the couch, held him by his hip, and pulled him on top of me. He pushed his hips slow but forcefully against mine, His length practically throbbing inside of me as I clenched around him.
“I’m so close, Fuck.” He whimpered, his small moans encouraging me to clench as tight as I could. I grabbed his hand and moved it down to my clit, his slightly calloused fingers rubbing hard circles. I ground my hips against his hand, my sweet, sweet release just seconds away. His hand sped up, I clenched around him as I came, him immediately pulling out and jerking himself, my hand quickly taking over, ushering him to come on my chest. His hips thrust into my hand as he came, his hands holding my jaw in his hands, his thumb pulling my bottom lip down a bit. I fingered some of the cum off of my chest and placed it in my mouth, sucking my finger while holding eye-contact.
We re-dressed and continued studying, his gaze lingered on the love bites on my neck.
“Admiring your work?” I smiled. He blushed and leaned down, connecting his lips with mine. He broke the kiss and mumbled,
“Go out with me.” He said. I smiled and continued kissing him.
“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot, I just..” He rambled.
“Hey, I’d love to.” I smiled, before continuing kissing him.
NOT SURE HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS AHAHHAHAHAH HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO