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ashprince-of-bel-air · 10 months ago

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A Late-Night Session.

A/N: I'm not gonna lie, this is purely self serving one-shot, I'm sure I dreamt about this so I wanted to write it.

Summary: You were part of the Hellfire crew and had just finished your most recent campaign, Eddie invited you over for the night after the rest of the club had left.

Warnings: reader is afab. It does include smut so 18+, both the reader and Eddie are at least 21.

Eddie slumped back into his throne with a smile, he had been in charge of this story for a while, and it had finally come to conclusion. The cheers from the rest of your party made Eddie smile enthusiastically, you could not help but look at him, you loved seeing how happy DnD made him. Eddie’s smile was intoxicating to you and was pretty much the only reason you attended the weekly Hellfire meetings at this point. Yes you had enjoyed DnD in your younger years but now all you went for was the enigmatic leader, Eddie Munson. He was so energetic and passionate, you had never met a dungeon master like him. You were almost sad that your current campaign had ended, hoping he would come up with another one so you could all play together again and you could be in his company.

You all cheered wildly at the end of the campaign, your group being victorious against Asmodeus. It was a difficult campaign, but you and your team made it through, celebrating your win thoroughly. The night of your win was a wild one by DnD standards, you all ate too much and tried not to drink yet in front of the younger players, you could do that later. The young ones spilled out of the room, leaving to catch their rides early into the night. The older ones, like Gareth and Jeff, left a little later leaving you to clean up, not that you minded. It left you and Eddie alone, this was something that you had become used to, each week everyone would have a reason why they could not stay and help clear up. You did not mind though, you enjoyed your private time with Eddie, just the two of you, it was the favourite part of your week, you both flirted with each other, but neither would be brave enough to make an actual move. There had always been a palpable chemistry between the two of you, it was obvious to everyone that saw you together, however you both seemed to tiptoe around it.

This week, Eddie told himself it would be different, he would ask you back to his place and he would finally make a move against you. It had burned up inside of him each day he saw you that he did not act upon his attraction to you, he wanted to claim you as his before anyone else had the chance to. The air was quiet as you had both started to clear the chairs and cards away, you never wanted to interrupt Eddies workflow, he had a system for how he worked, and you respected it. You both tidied up in silence for a while until Eddie’s deep voice broke the silence between you.

“So, Y/N…. You got any plans for tonight?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he asked, he wanted to seem cool and confident, but his current form was betraying him, you turned to focus on him and your heart melted. He looked so cute and anxious that it made you smile.

“Eddie, I’m actually flattered that you think I have any sort of social life outside of DnD” You joke and smile softly at him. Eddie had always loved your playful nature, he had often wondered why you were not more popular than you were, you seemed so approachable and enigmatic to him, you were due to leave for college this year and he wanted to try and shoot his shot before you left and found someone whilst you were away.

“Well, I don’t know what you get up to in your spare time, Princess” You turned back around to stack the chairs away but you could almost feel the smirk that was plastered on his face, he was the only one that was allowed to call you Princess, you hated hearing the name from any of the other guys but Eddie got a free pass with it, for some reason the name coming from his lips made you blush and go warm, the way he called you it was almost as if he knew what effect he had on you.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you finished clearing up, you walked over to him. “Well actually, Munson, I don’t have any sordid plans tonight, why do you ask?” you chuckle at him, trying not to be distracted by those big brown eyes of his. They were your biggest weakness; he could commit any crime known to man but if he looked at you with his big brown doe eyes you would melt. Many a time you had to tell him playfully “You put those big brown eyes away mister” because you were annoyed at him and did not want him to worm his way out of a telling off.

Eddie had finished collecting up any figures and cards that were laid out on the table as he replied to you. “Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to come to mine for a drink. My uncle is away for work, so I have the trailer to myself?” He tried to seem smooth as he asked but his heart thumped wildly in his chest, he had never been this forward with you, but he wanted to try his chances with you, the moment he met you he was enthralled with you.

A soft blush crept upon your face as you responded, pretending to be interested in something else to hide it from him. “Sounds good to me chief.” You would love nothing more than to be alone with him in his trailer, you had spent time alone with him after each DnD session but being alone with him in his trailer was different, it was more intimate and was something that you had craved, you wanted a chance to be with him in an intimate setting, you were not sure what you would do but you wanted the chance nonetheless.

A smile erupted across Eddie’s face, you had actually agreed to spend time together, just you and him. His nervous sweaty palm ran through his hair trying to tame the wild curls somewhat. “I’ve got some good films we can watch whilst we have a drink, it’s completely your choice” his voice was slightly nervous as he spoke, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed your time with him. You chuckled and shook your head at him. “I was more than happy with the idea of free drinks, don’t give me the stress of choosing a movie to go with them”.

The final bits of the gathering were cleared away as Eddie chuckled, he spun his car keys in his hand and nodded his head towards the door. “C’mon then Princess, I’ve got a few beers with your name on them.” You rolled your eyes playfully at his smile, trying to hide how much it made you weak at the knees. You followed him outside and made yourself comfy in his truck, you had been in it many times, but this felt different, you felt there was a tension in the air between the both of you. The ride to his trailer was mostly uneventful, filled with pleasantries, asking how you both were and how he was doing with work and whatnot, he told you that he was adamant that he would graduate this year, 86 was going to be his year. It was not long until you pulled up outside of his trailer. The gentleman he was, Eddie made sure that he quickly walked around to open the car door for you, eliciting a playful eyeroll from you.

Eddie opened the door to his trailer, inviting you in. Giving you a playful bow before escorting you in, you had been in his trailer many times and he did that stupid bow every time. “So, you want a drink yeah?” Eddie called from the kitchen as you stood in the living room adjacent to it.

“Yeah sure thanks” You were not overly bothered about having a drink, but you just wanted an excuse to spend time alone with him. You both took a seat on the sofa an made yourself comfy, Eddie sat there, his legs wide apart and holding his beer bottle between his legs. You decide to test the waters and softly and drape your legs over his and lay down on the sofa, pretending to be nonchalant about it. Eddies eyes went wide as he felt your legs drape over his waist, his hand instinctively landed on your thigh. You were wearing criminally short shorts in Eddie’s mind; how could he resist touching you.

Eddie groaned internally as his hand rested on your bare thigh, he squeezed it softly causing a soft moan to emanate from your lips. You felt his rings dig into the flesh of your thighs and you could not help but moan against the feeling of the metal digging against your skin. The soft moan caused Eddie to grip your thigh even harder as he leant towards you with a smirk. “Are you okay, Darling?” His hand started to stroke further up your thigh and rested just beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin of your stomach, waiting for confirmation that you wanted more from him. You blushed at the fact you let the audible moan slip from your lips, it was hard to catch your breath knowing where his hands were on your body, desperately wanting them to explore further. Eddie leant towards you on the sofa, his hand ever so slight trailing up underneath your shirt, feeling his calloused palm against the soft skin of your waist.

“Cat got your tongue sweetheart?” He purred, that stupid smirk on his face caused your heart to flutter, but you would not be bested by him. You leant forward and left barely any room between his lips; he could feel your breath hot against his face. “I’m more than okay, Munson” You could sense that this was your opportunity, if you were ever going to get him then it was now, you held your composure despite your heart feeling like a jackhammer in your chest, trying not to look into those deep brown eyes that were now raking over you.

Your response and eagerness to lean closer to him was all the confirmation that Eddie needed, His free hand came swiftly to the back of your head and pulled you into him, your lips crashing together. You felt yourself moan into the kiss as his hand on your waist squeezed the delicate skin there, it felt like bliss as his hand gripped you and pulled you closer. You lost yourself in the kiss and moved closer to him, your aim to straddle yourself over his lap on the couch. An aim that Eddie did not stop you from achieving, he let out a throaty groan against your lips as he felt you move onto his lap, his hands devouring your body hungrily, he wanted to feel all of you. His lips released yours and found your neck, placing wet open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collar bone. You back arched towards him, wanting him to explore all of your body with his mouth and tongue. Your hands travelled up his arms until they reached the base of his neck, where you slowly tangled your hands into his soft curls and gripped softly, pulling yourself against him even more.

Eddie was in heaven, he had you on his lap and his mouth was exploring your body, he craved more though, he had wanted you from the day he first met you and this was not enough. His lips found your neck again and his voice vibrated against your skin. “Fuck…. I need you, Princess” His deep voice against your neck made you groan into him desperately, you needed him just as bad as he needed you. You gripped your hands tighter into his hair and kissed along his jawbone, your voice soft and breathy as you spoke. “Eddie…. please.” His eyes rolled back in his head at your breathy plea and gripped your thighs roughly. Eddie regained his composure slightly and positioned his hands under your thighs. He stood up from the sofa, lifting you with him and carried you towards his bedroom down the hall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and carried on kissing along his jaw and neck, now feeling his excitement thick against your thighs.

He dropped you roughly on his bed, resting on his forearms above you on the unkempt bed with pure lust in his eyes, he had wanted you for so long and now you were here in his bed, he would make sure that you enjoyed it and would want more from him. His plump lips found your neck again, his teeth grazing against your skin causing you to moan softly and grip his hair, spurring him on even further as he nipped his way down to your chest. You helped him swiftly remove your t shirt, laying bare chested before him. Eddie’s eyes laid on you half naked form, fuck you were beautiful to him, he needed just a moment to commit this vison to memory before his lips found your skin again. He kissed along your breasts, his teeth teasing you and nipping at your soft delicate skin. You felt him suck at your soft skin, leaving his marks upon your body, this aroused you even more, knowing that he was claiming you as his, knowing that he wanted nobody else to touch you.

The kisses along your breast and stomach were sloppy and desperate, until he reached the waistband of your shorts, you looked down and could see his beautiful eyes, asking for permission to remove them, a soft nod from you was all it took, and he quickly took them off and threw them on the floor. His teeth now grazed against your inner thigh, and you moaned desperately, he was teasing you and he knew it.

“So needy Princess, good girls wait patiently” You felt his smirk against your thigh as his tongue roamed your skin, wanting to taste every inch of you. Your hips bucked towards him involuntarily, you wanted him to relieve you of the heat that was swimming in your lower stomach, you were desperate for his touch. Finally you felt his lips upon you, you were already soaking wet for him, a fact that made him chuckle against you as you felt his tongue against your clit, moving in slow languid circles to torture you further Your soft moans were like music to his ears, whilst his hands roamed your skin, his big calloused hands finding your breasts, squeezing them causing your back to arch further into his touch.

“Eddie….” You moaned softly as he continued to tease you, you wanted to feel him and let him relieve you of the pressure building inside of you. He smiled and left one final kiss against you, lifting his head from your thighs, you could see your juices dripping from his face and thought he had never looked sexier. In one quick move he removed his t shirt and leant his body against yours, revelling in the feeling of your breasts against his bare chest now. His lips found yours again, kissing you passionately as he tried desperately to undo his jeans. You could feel his thick length against your thigh through the denim of his jeans so when you felt him bare against you, you moaned desperately. You had imagined what Eddie would feel like many a night, you craved it desperately, even pleasuring yourself over the thought, something Eddie did over the thought of you as well. Eddie steeled himself and took a deep breath, he had wanted this for so long and he would savour the moment, he held his cock in his hand and swiped it against your wet folds, chuckling to himself at your desperate moans. He loved seeing you so desperate and needy beneath him, knowing that he was the one causing you to come undone like this. He slowly pressed his throbbing tip into you, feeling you stretch around his girth, squeezing his eyes closed as he felt how good you were around him.

A deep breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt him inside of you, you had been with other people before but you were not used to this size, it was almost sinful how good he was making you feel just from pressing slowly inside of you. “Fuck…..” Eddie whispered as he felt himself stretch your cunt, you felt so good already and he wasn’t sure he would last too long at this rate. He started to thrust a slow and steady pace, one that felt torturous to you, your hips bucked against him as you wanted to feel him thick and fast against you. “Baby…. Please I can’t” He whispered against your neck, he wanted to, so badly he wanted to fulfil your desire and drill into you.

“Eddie… I’m so close… please” your voice desperate for him now, your nails digging into the skin on his back, he looked at you, your eyes almost in tears because you were so desperate for him now. His hands gripped on your hips, pulling you even closer to him, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, he wanted to be close and hear your moans for him. He pounded into you roughly and after a few thrusts he felt your walls clench around him tightly, your moans were like heaven to him, he told himself that he would commit that sound to memory. One more thrust and he was spent, he felt himself tremble inside of you as he collapsed on top of your body, leaving soft wet kisses on your neck.

You were both laid together, sweaty and gasping, feeling the afterglow of your orgasm. Your hand softly stroked Eddie’s hair behind his ear, loving how the fringe of his hair was slick against the sweat of his forehead. You looked deep into his deep brown eyes and smiled, you both felt happy and at peace in each other’s arms.

Eddie finally rolled off the top of you, laying beside you he pulled you into his arms, stroking the soft skin of your back affectionately. You both laid there silently for a while enjoying each other’s embrace until Eddie spoke up, hooking a finger under you chin pulling your face up to look at him. “So, is this going to be a regular after session thing or not?” You rolled your eyes playfully at his smirk, answering him with a deep kiss. You knew this would be more than an after-session activity.

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yearsbecomingcool · 1 month ago

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pencils down, i finished | jason hochberg

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pairing | jason hochberg x mean/popular!reader

synopsis | after your boyfriend fails to get you off once again you set your sights on the schools resident nerd. just your luck that you're his partner on his end of year project.

warnings | nsfw content, 18+!!, mean!reader ooc!jason, high school au, bullying, slight misogyny, non-con elements, groping, praise kink, public humiliation, verbal humiliation, semi-public masturbation, sub!jason, dom!reader, teasing, flashing, male masturbation, angst, and slight cum-play.

word count | 8.9k

a/n | this fic is based on this ask! it's probably one of my favorite requests i've gotten to do, i love writing mean!reader and love making jason all whiny and pathetic. i love him dearly. i've started a full time job and i've been sick recently so sorry in advance for the lack of fics. you can sign up for my permanent taglist here!!

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“Oh fuck! I love you!” Kurt exclaims as he spills his seed into you. You lay there stewing with anger like you do every time he comes over. You narrow your eyes at him while he comes down from his high, you didn’t even bother faking it this time, there’s no use anymore. His head rests against your chest as he starts to breathe normally again. “Did you-”

“No. I didn’t cum, Kurt,” you say bluntly, glaring down at him. You never came when Kurt would fuck you, he had no idea where to even start when it came to pleasing a woman. You’d been dating since the end of Sophomore year and had finally started hooking up at the start of Junior year. You thought that sex was supposed to feel good for everyone involved but at the end of each session Kurt was the only one writhing with pleasure. You always had to wait until he fell asleep and then you’d roll over and put your earbuds in and pull up one of your favorite videos.

There was an expectation for girls like you to be submissive in bed, you weren’t supposed to get too kinky, keep it vanilla. But that couldn’t be further from the truth for you, all of your fantasies revolved around men in the submissive role, to hold their cock in their hand and know you’re in complete control of their orgasm gave you a rush like no other. Kurt hated hand jobs, he always said, “If I wanted a hand job I’d send you home and jack off myself.” So you had to find a different outlet for your desires, one that wasn’t as morally sound.

Jason Hochberg was a sweet boy but so incredibly dorky, he was president of the DnD club and was constantly working on his campaign during his free time. Everything about him screamed nerd, from his calculator watch to the tighty whities he had to occasionally fight to stay hidden from bullies. He was relentlessly positive and kind even to those who definitely didn’t deserve it and you definitely didn’t deserve it. You’d had your eye on him for awhile, after seeing him shoved against some lockers and relentlessly teased by boys who towered over him something had sparked in you. You couldn’t get the image of him so small and pathetic out of your head, there was something so appealing about his misery, part of you wanted to be the one inflicting it. You started off by making a few teasing comments in passing, something to turn his cheeks pink and make him squirm.

The highlight of your days, and subject of your fantasies, became cornering Jason in the hallway during passing periods. He was almost always alone, not like his little DnD friends would be much help. You’d approach him at his locker and lean against the one next to his, flashing him a disarming smile. “How’s it going, virgin?” You smirk, looking him up and down quickly. Something about his incredibly nerdy outfit is working for you, though you’d much rather take it off him.

“Oh, I’m not…I-” He sputters pathetically, cheeks turning red. You’re grateful that he has a corner locker as you watch him curl into himself slightly, it’s the perfect place to bully him.

You roll your eyes, “Everyone knows you’re a virgin, Jason. I know you asked one of your little friends to tell everyone you slept together but I can spot one from a mile away. It’s so obvious.” You reach out to push his hair back, smirking at his cheeks turning even redder. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. His face is just inches away from yours as he whines pathetically from the pain. “What kind of porn do you watch, Jason? I would assume you watch some weird hentai shit but I’ve never seen you in any anime shit.”

His eyes go wide and his mouth goes dry, he can’t think of a single thing to say but the pain from how you hold him by his blonde locks and the humiliation of your question both go straight to his dick. “W-What?” Is all he can manage. His pupils are blown, whether or not he’s saying it you know he’s at least somewhat into it.

“Porn, pornography. Surely you’re not so sheltered that you don’t-”

He cuts you off, “I know what porn is, okay! W-Why are you asking me about…about what I watch?” He whisper yells, humiliation turning to anger in the blink of an eye. He’s a cornered animal, he’s scared, at least for now. But if there’s anything you can do it’s get a nerd like him to cooperate with your demands.

“Can’t a girl be curious? Maybe I want to know what kind of man you really are beneath those cargo shorts and Walmart gamer tees,” you tease, reveling in his humiliation. You’d play like this all day if you could, like a cat with a caught mouse.

He sighs, he’s been treated like this by other guys before. Cornered and forced to reveal something humiliating for their entertainment but a girl’s never done it, at least not until now. It stirs something in him that he tries desperately to push back down into his gut. “I…I’m not answering that.”

You pout dramatically, your lower lip jutting out as you cross your arms. “C’mon Jason, don’t leave a girl hanging…unless that’s what you’re into…” You whine. He’s much more fun than Kurt and you don’t even have to get naked to play with him.

He blinks like it hurts, “I’m not gonna…that’s not…why are you doing this?”

You take a step towards him, pushing him back against the cool metal of his locker. It feels nice against his skin that burns bright with embarrassment. “I told you, I want to know what kind of man you really are. Just give me one category, one act, one trope, give me something to work with here, Hochberg.”

He’s never felt more embarrassed in his life and unfortunately he’s never felt as turned on as he does now. His cock strains against the cotton of his tighty whities, he’s praying to whatever higher power there may be that you won’t see his boner. “Why? So you can run off and tell your friends and laugh at me?”

You smile at him, “Oh Jason, sweet Jason. My friends don’t give a fuck about what kind of porn you watch. This is just my curiosity getting the better of me, it’ll stay between us. I swear. Just indulge me…please?” You mean it, you have plans for after school. Once you’re all cozy in bed, vibrator fully charged and ready to go, you'll go to your site of choice and take a look at what sweet, dorky Jason Hochberg has been watching in his spare time.

He sighs, he knows he shouldn’t give in, he shouldn’t play your game. But with how you’re looking at him and the way you ask so sweetly he can’t help but give you an answer. He averts his gaze, looking down at your shoes. You’re always dressed so nice, always in a mini skirt that somehow never gets you dress coded, sometimes you pair it with heels, today it’s with a pair of black mary janes. He goes with a safe answer, he knows he can’t exactly say that he purposefully looks for videos of girls that look like you. “I…I watch those jerk off instruction videos sometimes…” He mumbles. He decides to leave out the fact that he’s bookmarked dozens of videos of girls who sound like you, you’re his ultimate fantasy even if you bully him, the bullying might actually be part of his fantasy the more that he thinks about it.

You could be meaner and tell him to speak up, make him repeat himself, but you’ve already gotten what you wanted so you’ll show a little mercy. “Good boy, now was that so hard?” You smile.

The look on his face as soon as you call him a ‘good boy’ is enough jerk off material to last you months. “I-I…I guess not…” He mutters. He’s clutching his textbooks over his crotch in a desperate attempt to hide his raging hard on, you smirk at the thought of knocking the books from his grasp, exposing his little secret. But you’ll be nice, you’ve tortured the poor boy enough for one day.

“Good. You’ll listen better next time then, yeah?” You smirk. Fuck Kurt, Jasons your new focus. He’ll play the role you need him to, he won’t try to dominate you or get you to bend to his will, he’ll squirm beneath your gaze and give you something that can actually get you off.

“Next time? What?” He sounds distraught, there’s a hint of something else in his tone, you’re not entirely sure what it is. Maybe it’s just your wishful thinking but he sounds almost…hopeful that there’ll be a next time.

You laugh, “Yeah, I think I like our little chats, Hochberg. You’ll make time for me, won’t you?” Your tone is flirtatious and the effect it’s having on him is obvious, he’s practically drooling by this point. Humiliation isn’t the only thing pooling in his stomach. You let go of his hair, pushing him lightly back against his locker by his shoulder.

He knows he shouldn’t engage, he shouldn’t encourage this, it’s fucked. He likes it, he really likes it. His mouth moves quicker than his brain, “I can…I can find some time for you, yeah…”

You smile and reach forward to pinch his cheek just a little too hard, you like the way he whines as you dig into his skin. “Aren’t you sweet? I’ll be looking forward to our next talk, Jason. Don’t have too much fun tonight, yeah?” You tease before heading off towards your homeroom class, your hips swaying as you walk.

Jason is both grateful for and enraged by your mini skirt, you look incredible in it but now he has to go and lock himself in a bathroom stall and jerk off into some toilet paper until he can get you out of his head. It’s safe to say he missed first period. He couldn’t get over how you talked down to him so condescendingly, asking for intimate details of his life like you were asking for test answers. Many of the JOI videos he’d watched featured condescending and mean women, it was a massive turn on for him. To hear a woman degrade him, control his every movement, it just worked for him like nothing ever had before. He’d always imagined you being the one to do it. Up until now you’d never been outwardly mean to him but he’d seen the way you’d teased other boys. Bending over in your dress code breaking skirts in front of guys who had no chance with you, laughing in their faces when you’d turn down their advances, it was cruel and yet the thought of you doing it to him was exactly what he’d needed to get himself off.

What Jason thought was just a one time occurrence turned weekly, and then daily. It wasn’t just asking about what porn he watched, it was rude comments and constant teasing. He wasn’t sure what you were getting out of your little exchanges but he had a feeling it was similar to what he was getting out of it. He’d told himself he was delusional, a girl like you would never want anything to do with a guy like him, but the few times he caught you staring made him think he might be onto something.

You were on the prowl again, feeling particularly confident thanks to the new set you’d bought from Victoria’s Secret that weekend. You stalked down the halls, your legs looking longer than normal thanks to your heels. Your hips swayed as you walked, your mini skirt swishing along in an almost hypnotic manner. Your existence was like a siren song for anyone within a 50 foot radius, poor unsuspecting nerds ready to crash their boats on the rocks for so much as a whiff of your perfume. Jason’s eyes were already on you as you approached him, he was quick to shove his textbooks over his crotch, already prepared for the effect you’d have on him. You approached like normal, a soft shove sending him against his locker. “Jason, why are you hiding your crotch? Do you really have a boner already, is it that easy with you?” You tease, reaching to knock his books out of his hands. “Oops…you might wanna pick those up, bud.”

Jason glares at you and bends down to pick his books up. As he’s bent down reaching for the book you step on the nearest one and kick it backwards across the hall. He instinctively looks up, getting an eyeful of your pantyclad crotch. You’re wearing a sparkly lilac thong that he knows will stay burned in his memory for years. He stares a little too long and you nudge him with your heel, “Hey perv, I didn’t invite you into a staring contest with my cunt. Go get your fucking book.”

He goes to stand but you stop him, “Eh, no. Crawl to get it.” He should refuse, he should stand and grab his books, and go off to his class. He should have the self respect to walk away from this, but the tone of your voice and the flash of your panties was all he needed to sink back to his knees and crawl across the floor like a dog. He’s grateful his section of the hallway is deserted now besides the two of you. You’re always cutting it close, coming to him right before the bell rings. Once he has the book he crawls back over to your side of the hallway and stands back up. You push yourself back against his locker, blocking it as you smirk at him. “I knew I trained you well.”

He leans towards you in a surge of confidence, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re the worst.” His voice is soft, he’s not used to swearing.

You smirk, snaking your hand down to his crotch, cupping him through his jeans. “I know. Have fun in the bathroom, loser.” You squeeze him through his jeans before brushing past him to walk off to first period.

Jason leans his head against his locker and sighs, he’s definitely going to miss first period because of you. He makes sure he has all his things before practically sprinting to the bathroom and locking himself in the first available stall. He grabs his headphones from his bag and plugs them into his phone, going into his notes app. He’s saved all of his favorite audios in a note with your name on it. He clicks on the first link, the audio entitled ‘Bully Girl gives Pathetic Nerd a Handjob’, it’s a favorite of his. He presses play on the audio and shoves his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He spits profusely into his hand before wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to stroke himself. He follows along with the pace set by the audio, speeding up and slowing down when she does. He imagines you’re here with him, standing behind him as you jack him off. He can practically hear you insulting and degrading him, it makes it even harder for him to hold off. The end of the audio is growing near and he can feel the coil tightening within him, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of his lower lip, muffling his moan as he comes into the toilet.

Once he comes down from his orgasm he redresses and heads for the sink to wash his hands for a good few minutes. The bell rang quite a while ago but he has an in with the librarian who will be more than willing to write him a pass. He’s volunteered as a library aid since his freshman year and always has been a great help to her. Once his hands are clean he sprints off towards the library to get a hall pass. It’s easy with his close relationship and natural charm and soon he’s on his way to his first period class.

He knocks on the door and approaches his teachers desk shyly, note in hand. “Sorry, Mrs. Harrington, they needed some extra help down at the library,” he says, handing the note to her with a soft smile.

She takes the note from his hands and smiles up at him from her desk, “It’s okay, Jason. You’re ahead anyway,” she laughs. He turns to go back to his seat but she stops him, “Oh, Jason,” She leans in to whisper, “Your fly is down.” His cheeks burn red with embarrassment as he quickly reaches down to zip his fly. He nods at her in thanks and heads to sit at his desk.

Later in the day Jason is sitting in his favorite class, 6th period honors English with Mrs. Donaldson. She’s been hyping up their end of year senior project for the past week. The students were assigned a book and were told they’d be paired up with a student from Mr. Johnson’s honors class to work on a project about the book. The project would include making a personalized phone for a character in the book. The students would have to write texts, design a home screen and lock screen, playlists, and more for the character of their choosing with their partner. Jason had been assigned The Perks of Being a Wallflower, his teacher thought the title was fitting for him.

Mrs. Donaldson walks to the front of the class and claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. Once the class has settled down she begins to speak, “I know you’ve all been excited about your final project this year, today you’ll be meeting your partners and given the instructions for the project. Mr. Johnson’s class should be arriving any minute now, all the instructions are available on Google Classroom. If you have any questions feel free to ask me or Mr. Johnson.”

A few minutes later Mr. Johnson’s students arrive in the room. A sea of familiar faces trickles in the door and to Jason’s surprise so do you. He had no idea you were an honor’s student. You smile when you see him, giving him a small wave as you bite down on your lip gloss coated lower lip. Mr. Johnson begins to read off the pairs and it’s just Jason’s luck that he’s paired up with you. You make your way over to him, sitting down in the desk next to him.

“You could try to look happy to see me y’know.”

Jason bites at the inside of his cheek, “Why should I be happy to see you?”

You roll your eyes, “You get to spend more time with me, that’s a gift no other nerd has gotten so far. You can even come over to my house to work on this project, my parents won’t be home tomorrow. Come over then and we can work on it.”

His mouth goes dry and his pants seem to tighten, “I can come over to your house?”

“Mhm, you can even work in my bedroom,” You pull your phone from your backpack and shove it into his hands, “Add yourself to my contacts and I’ll text you the address. You can just come with me after school.”

He takes your phone and puts in his contact information, “O-Okay. Um, sounds good to me.”

You take your phone back with a smile, “Yeah, I thought it would, nerd.”

You got up early this morning to make sure you looked extra good for Jason, you already had a plan of what you’d be doing with him after school. You made sure your eyeliner was perfect and you wore the gloss he complimented a few weeks back. Instead of tormenting him before his first period class you were all over him, going to his locker well before the bell rang when you knew other students would be there. You waltzed right up to him and placed your hand on his chest, walking him backwards against his locker. You batted your eyes and complimented his outfit for the day, you could tell he was trying to impress you too. He’d dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a button down shirt. You played with the collar of his shirt and asked if he’d dressed up just for you, but you already knew the answer to that. You trailed your hand up his neck, up to his hair, carding your fingers through the strawberry blonde waves.

“You even showered for me, how sweet of you, Hochberg,” you teased before leaning towards his neck to take a whiff, “You smell great.” The students standing around the two of you watched on as if it was prime time entertainment.

Right before you left to go off to class you leaned towards him once again, a big smile on your face, “You’re coming over after school, right?” You said it like you’d said to Kurt years before, except this time you’d end up satisfied.

He nodded quickly, cheeks the same color as a fire hydrant, “Y-Yeah, I’ll be there.”

You smiled wider, this time you really meant it, “Good. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

That was all it took to make Jason the talk of the school, everyone, even the teachers, was wondering how in the hell Jason had landed you. Little did they know he didn’t have you yet. You weren’t gonna make the move there, you laid the groundwork with subtle comments, longing stares, and inappropriate touches. It was up to him to make a move from there, you know he’d always been shy with girls. You’d seen him at homecoming dances over the years, standing at the wall watching all the other couples. Your friends would make fun of the wallflowers but they intrigued you, Jason intrigued you most of all. He’s relentlessly positive and kind even to the people who’ve treated him the worst, he’s always been that way. When he called you the worst yesterday you couldn’t help but laugh, there was no real malice behind it, he said it like a line in a play. He knew the role you wanted for him and he played it perfectly.

During English that day you’d been moved into his classroom to work with him. You were on your best behavior, focusing on your work like you normally would if you were working alone. You weren’t argumentative or mean, you worked peacefully with Jason. It was a side of you he’d never really expected to see. But it wasn’t just an act, it was genuine. You wanted Jason to know you were more than just some bitchy girl who’d play with him for her own amusement, you wanted him as more than just entertainment, more than just a toy. You’d like to hold his hand, go out on cheesy dates, maybe even try to get him to explain DnD to you. The other students stared at the two of you curiously, seeing you be kind to Jason was a rare sight.

As soon as the final bell rings Jason is rushing to his locker to meet you. You’re dressed up extra nice today. Your mini skirt is the shortest it’s gotten all year, you were almost even dress coded for it. You’re dressed in a low cut top that barely hits above your push up bra. Your heels are a favorite of his, a pair of cherry printed kitten heels with an open toe that show off your freshly painted toes. Before he saw you in those he never imagined himself as much of a foot guy but after you showed up to school in that pair he’d gone home and learned what a footjob was.

You took your time walking from your final class to Jason’s locker, you wanted to make him squirm…well more than usual at least. As you turned the corner to his locker you couldn’t help but smile, he looked nervous, like a miniature dog’s first trip to the dog park. His eyes darted around the hallway, his entire demeanor calming once they landed on you. You approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Sorry, my teacher wanted to talk to me. Forgive me?” You batted your eyelashes, you’d given up on subtly when you woke up that morning.

His cheeks turn pink and he nods, “Of course, n-no problem. Are you ready to go?”

“Yep! C’mon, follow me,” You grab his hand and start to lead him down the hallway. You’re quite fast in your heels, practically dragging Jason down the hallway.

He tries his best to keep pace with you, more focused on the fact that you’re holding his hand more than anything else. Your affection has caught the eye of the other students yet again, people whispering and staring as the two of you walk towards the exit. You’re aware of the eyes on the two of you so you pull him closer to you and slip your hand into his back pocket as you continue leading him out the doors to your car. His eyes go wide, “What are you doing?”

You wet your lips nervously, “Is it okay, sorry, I probably should’ve-”

He cuts you off quickly, “No! It’s okay, d-definitely okay, trust me.” He’s getting more comfortable around you after getting to see the real you during class.

The drive to your house is short and sweet, you let Jason choose the music, biting back a laugh when he chooses to put on Imagine Dragons. When you drove up to your house Jason’s jaw was on the floor. He knew you were rich, the security guard opening the gate before you could even drive into the neighborhood gave that away, but he didn’t realize you lived in an actual mansion.

His eyes are wide as he exits your car, “Wow. Your house…it’s so…wow…”

You giggle, “Yeah, my parents are pretty proud of it. It’s a bit much for me though. It feels creepy when it’s just me at home, it echoes.”

Jason frowns and nods, “Yeah, I can imagine it’d be pretty creepy. But uh, hey you’ve got me tonight, I’ll protect you.”

You laugh as you lead him into your house, kicking your shoes off at the door and picking them up to take your room. “Hm, my hero,” you tease. You lead him up the stairs to your bedroom, your footsteps echoing in the empty house. Your bedroom door is decorated the same as when you were a child, a rhinestone crown adoring the center. Jason chuckles when he sees it.

You whine, “Don’t laugh! My parents have refused to take it down, they still act like I’m their little princess.” You fake gag jokingly.

You open the door and lead Jason into your room, it’s decorated exactly how he imagined. It’s the epitome of perfection, almost like a modern day Regina George esque bedroom. It’s massive, having enough room for a sitting area and massive tv, a king sized bed, a walk in closet, and your own bathroom. It’s clear it was designed just to your liking.

You toss your backpack down onto your bed, the comforter is pastel pink. “You can go ahead and get set up at the desk, the wifi password should be on one of those sticky notes. I’ll go downstairs and grab some drinks, maybe a couple snacks. Anything specific I can get you?” You’re playing the part of the perfect host.

“Oh, um…just some water and whatever snacks you usually have are fine, I’m not picky. Thank you, you don’t have to do all that for me y’know.”

You smile, heading for the door. “I know. I’ll get you that water, is fruit okay?”

“Oh yeah, perfect! I’ll um, I’ll get set up,” he smiles, setting his backpack on the floor and sitting down at your desk.

You smile and head downstairs. Jason just sat down on the thong you’d left out.

As Jason gets situated he realizes he’s sat on something. He stands back up and looks down to see your cherry printed thong sitting right where he just was. His face turns cherry red as he looks down at the garment. “Oh my god…” He mumbles. He has no idea what to do, he wants to be respectful of you after you so graciously let him into your home. Before he can make a decision you burst back into the room, a tray in hand.

“Hey! I hope you like all the fruit from the platter. My mom put it together before she left.” You notice how Jason is frozen, staring down at the chair. Your little plant seemed to work just how you’d hoped. “Is everything okay, Jason?”

He blinks like it hurts, “You um…you left some laundry out on the chair.”

You walk over to the desk, setting the tray down on top of it. Your thong is sitting right where you left it, “Shit, my bad. Sorry about that.” You grab the thong off the chair. “You don’t have to act all embarrassed, it’s not like you haven’t seen a girl's underwear before,” you tease.

“I haven’t, um, not in person at least…”

“Ohh, so you are a virgin then?”

His cheeks turn pink as he realizes his mistake, “No I’m not! She was already naked when-” He huffs in frustration, “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Whatever you say…virgin,” you laugh, grabbing your drink and plate off the tray. You hop onto your bed, making yourself comfortable as you reach for your remote.

Jason’s brow furrows in confusion, already having brushed off your little jab. “What are you doing? We should start working on the project.” The sound of the Netflix app being opened fills the room.

“Oh, Jason, no. I’m not working on this today. I’m quite tired, so why don’t you go ahead and get started for me. It’s due by the end of the week so…” You pop a strawberry into your mouth as you begin clicking through the movie selection.

“You’re joking, right? This is a group project, not a solo project. You’re supposed to help me-”

You roll your eyes, cutting him off. “I helped during class, didn’t I? I was polite, I did my work. It won’t all be your work. I’ll contribute tomorrow. But today I wanna rest, get working, I’ll give you a reward if you finish those text conversations by the time my episode’s over, ‘kay?”

Jason is confused, upset, and…intrigued? “What kind of reward?”

You smile over at him, “It’s a surprise, but you’ll love it, trust me.”

He decides to trust you and opens up his laptop to begin working. The way you both had divided the work was that Jason would do a majority of the written work while you would do most of the graphics. You’d spent your time in class fully designing a home screen for the project with custom app icons and a layout tailored perfectly for the character of Charlie. Jason was impressed with your work and it motivated him to work even harder to make sure the project was perfect. He began working on a text conversation between Charlie and Patrick.

You sat comfortably on your bed, enjoying your snack and watching True Blood. You had the sound low so that Jason could focus. Your gaze keeps finding its way to Jason as he sits in your baby pink desk chair. He looks so focused as he types each sentence, his tongue just barely poking out between his lips. You decide to check up on his work, instead of opening your shared presentation you decide to get up from the bed and make your way over to your desk. You stand behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders, beginning to massage them as you lean down to take a look at his work. “How’s it coming along?” You whisper.

A shiver goes down his spine, his cheeks turning pink. “Good!” His voice comes out high pitched. He clears his throat, his voice dropping back down to normal, “I mean, y-yeah, it’s coming along good I think. What do you…” He trails off as he glances down at your well manicured hands on his shoulders.

“Let me read it and I’ll let you know.” You lean over him to read what he’s written so far. His heart has practically stopped in his chest as the scent of your perfume invades his nostrils. He breathes it in like it’s the freshest air on the planet. You glance down at him with a smile, “I like it. You’re really capturing both of their personalities perfectly, Jason. I’m impressed.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek and run your fingers through his hair before going back over to your bed. You giggle to yourself as you watch his hand come up to his cheek, holding the spot you just kissed.

Jason squirms in his seat as he feels his pants tighten, he clenches his hands under the desk and he tries to calm himself, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. All he can think about is your lips on his cheek and your hands on his shoulders, for a split second it felt like you were a couple. He glances over at you on your bed, your skirt has ridden up your thighs and he can see the sparkly pink material of your thong. His eyes go wide and he quickly turns back to his laptop. If he’s going to get any work done he’s going to have to try and pretend you’re not there.

It takes a while but he’s found his groove again, moving on to work on a text conversation between Charlie and Sam. He has paragraphs pulled up from the book to make sure he’s staying accurate to the text, he’s really in the zone. That’s when he hears a soft moan come from your bed. You’re eating a strawberry and moaning from just how good it tastes, “Mm fuck this is good.” He turns his head just in time to see you take another bite, juices from the strawberry flowing down your chin. He can imagine just how good you’d look with his juices on your face. He watches as you wipe the juices from your face and suck what’s left off of your fingers. He knows the game you’re playing now and it’s working. He mentally curses you and tears his eyes from you, focusing on getting the work done. He has to finish all the texts before he can get his surprise reward.

Just as he’s finishing up you stand from your bed, going back over to the desk. “I’m gonna go change into something more comfortable, I’ll be right back.” You grab your smallest pair of pajama shorts and a button up pajama shirt from your dresser before going into your walk in closet to change. When you come back out Jason is sitting nervously in the same position you left him. You can’t help but notice his hands folded over his lap in an attempt to cover his hard on. “So…is your work done for the day.”

He looks up at you, shamelessly scanning your scantily clad figure. Your shorts look more like a pair of underwear, they’re so tight they could be a second skin. Your top is a short sleeved button down pajama top, it fits tight but not as tight as the shorts. “Yeah…it’s done. Is it time for my reward?” He asks shyly. He knows he should be more respectful, that he shouldn’t look at you like this, but he can’t help it. You stand before him like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

“Mhm, go sit on my bed for me.” You nod towards your bed and watch as he gets up from the desk chair, his hands covering his crotch. You swat his hands away from his crotch, “Stop trying to hide it, nerd, I know you’re hard right now. You’ve been semi-hard for like the last 45 minutes.”

He stares down at the floor with embarrassment as he sits on your bed. His cheeks are burning bright with arousal and embarrassment. He looks up at you as you move to stand in front of him. No one has ever seen him in such a vulnerable position before, he was full of nerves. In junior year he’d asked one of his closest friends to spread a rumor that they’d slept together so he would stop being bullied for being a virgin, but everyone saw through it, including you. No matter how much you teased him for it you never really judged that he was a virgin, it just made him even more attractive. Knowing you could get him squirming in no time was a bit of ego boost and a big turn on for you.

“Have you ever seen a girl's tits before, Jason?” You ask bluntly, watching him squirm under your gaze.

“On TV, in movies, in y’know…but not in real life, no,” he admits. Your gaze is like the lasso of truth, easily getting his deepest darkest secrets out of him like it’s nothing.

“Poor baby,” You coo, reaching down to caress his face. “Never got to touch a girl's tits, let alone seem ‘em up close. Can I fix that for you, Jason? Can I be your first…in a way?”

Before he can even realize he’s doing it he’s nodding in agreement. “Yes, god, please.” He sounds desperate and pathetic but he couldn’t care less if it means you’d actually let him see you.

You smirk down at him, “Go ahead and unbutton my shirt for me, nerd.” You slip into the voice you use whenever you bully him, you can see him physically react to it. His pupils are blown and his mouth hangs open. He shakily reaches for your shirt, slowly undoing the buttons from top to bottom. He watches as your breasts hang free in front of his face. He bites softly on his lower lip as he stares at you.

“You’re so…” He trails off, looking up at your face, “You’re so beautiful, all of you is so…perfect.”

You smile down at him, reaching to caress his cheek. You run your fingers through his hair and take a step closer, situating yourself between his legs. “Do you wanna kiss me?”

He nods in response, looking at you like he’s lovesick. You wonder if things would’ve played out differently if you’d dated him instead of Kurt. You lean down and kiss him softly, leading the kiss until he’s able to find his footing and take over. He kisses you gently, one hand holding your face while the other experimentally trails down your torso. When he finally gropes your breast you moan into his mouth, he takes that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He kisses sloppily, his lack of experience is made up for with his passion. He kneads your breast in his hand, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he kisses you. He surprises you with just how skilled he is at that.

When he finally pulls away he leans his forehead against yours, the two of you trying to catch your breath. He smiles at you and giggles, “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe you are letting me touch you and kiss you right now…”

“Well it’s real, loser, but I think you’ve touched me enough for now. There’s something else I’d like to try.” You quickly kiss him again before pulling away and climbing up onto the bed. You motion for him to lay back and once he’s in position you crawl between his thighs. “Can I take your pants off?”

He nods quickly, happy to have you pay any amount of attention to him however you’d like.

You move to undo his jeans, running your hands over his crotch first to tease him. He bites back a whine and watches you, practically entranced. You undo his fly and tug his jeans down to his ankles, you giggle when you see his tighty whities. You hook a finger in the waistband, stretching the elastic up before letting it snap back against his pale skin. It quickly creates a red mark. “Never change, Jason Hochberg.”

You tap his thigh to get his attention, “I want you to show me how you touch yourself. I’ll be here like your own personal pornstar, you still like those JOI audios, right?”

He nods, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Y-Yeah.”

“Good, then I’ll be here telling you what to do. You can look, but you can’t touch anymore. If you’re a good boy and you follow instructions you can come on my tits, does that sound good to you?”

“Yes…yes ma’am.” He moves to pull down his underwear, revealing his hard cock. He’s bigger than you expected, way bigger than Kurt, and definitely above average. His hair was darker than the blonde locks atop his head but it was well maintained. You were quite impressed with him, if you hadn’t already planned how this would go you might’ve taken matters into your own hands.

You smirk down at him, “Jason, you’re huge. How long were you planning on hiding that thing from me? Jesus, if the other girls had known you were walking around with that in your pants you would’ve lost your virginity a long time ago.”

“Really?” He asks shyly. “I-I thought I was average.”

You laugh in disbelief, “Oh honey, if you think that’s average I’m scared to see what you think big would be.” You watch as he goes to spit in his hand, “Oh wait! Here, let me just…” You lean over him to reach into your nightstand and hand him some lube.

He mumbles a quiet, “Thank you,” and squirts some into his hand as you sit back on your knees.

“So, do you want me to be mean? Or should I be sweet?” You ask, trying to get a better idea of what gets him off, you have a pretty good idea of what’ll work on him but you just need him to confirm your suspicions.

“Mean. Definitely mean.”

You nod and smirk, “So you did like it when I cornered you then?”

He nods sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to, you just…y’know…”

“Oh baby, I know.”

He moves to start stroking his cock but you stop him, “Nuh uh, not yet. You’re gonna follow my instructions like a good boy, yeah?”

“Yes ma’am,” he says shyly.

“Good. Start by begging me to touch yourself, it's a privilege to get to do this for me in my bed, loser. Fucking act like it.”

Jason gulps, taking a minute to compose himself before opening his mouth to speak, “Please, can I touch myself in front of you? Can I pleasure myself for your entertainment…please?” He pleads pathetically. As embarrassed as he is by it he’s not above begging.

“Yes you can. What a good boy you are for asking permission. Go on and start touching yourself slowly, so slow it’s almost painful,” you instruct.

He wraps his hand around his cock, averting your gaze as he begins to stroke himself slowly like you instructed. He bites his lower lip to stay quiet, eyes occasionally glancing up at you.

You can’t help but laugh, “Jason, you can look at me y’know, that’s kind of what I’m here for. Be a good boy and look at me while you touch yourself, show me just how pretty you think I am.” You scoot closer towards him and shrug off your shirt, your breasts now fully exposed to him. You reach up to start kneading your breasts in his hands, watching the expression on his face as you do. You could do this for hours if it meant seeing that look again.

He whines pathetically, throwing his head back against your pillow as he keeps his gaze on you. “So pretty…” He mumbles, trying to keep the pace you set for him. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to speed up his movements.

“Aren’t you sweet? You follow directions so well, Jason,” You tease, rolling your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, letting out a whimper.

That’s all it takes to make Jason mumble, “Oh fuck me…” It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him swear.

“Not tonight baby, keep trying though. Go ahead and speed up for me, thank me for letting you touch yourself too. Make it genuine.”

His thighs part further apart as he speeds up his movements, he’s going at a pace he much rather prefers. He takes a shaky breath, hand tightening ever so slightly around his cock. “T-Thank you…thank you for letting me touch myself, I wish it was your hand. I’m trying so hard to be good for you, to go at the pace you want, I swear,” he rambles. This is all a lot for him.

You coo at his pleading, “You’re such a good boy Jason. You always have been, haven’t you? Taking your bullying like a good boy, letting me have my fun with you. Squirming and whining for me like you love it. And you do love it, don’t you? Tell me the truth, how many times did you jack off after I cornered you at your locker? How many times did you play with this pretty cock in the bathroom because you couldn’t help but get hard from the attention I was giving you?”

The look on his face is priceless, he’s been caught. He has no idea how but you know his dirty little secret. “H-How did you-”

“I just had a feeling. I’d heard you were late to first period or even missed it a few times, that sounded very unlike you. It was the only reason that made sense to me.” You smirk down at him, “Are you going to answer the question, Jason? Good boys always answer questions.”

He whines in annoyance, “Do I have to?”

“Do you want to come on my tits?” You shoot back bluntly.

“God, yes!” He’s desperate.

You smile like you’re going to eat him, “Then answer my question, did you jack off in the school bathroom after I cornered you at your locker?”

“Yes ma’am,” He answers quickly. It’s taking a lot of effort to speak now, he usually comes quite quickly, it’s a real battle to keep the pace you want for him.

“Dirty boy. You just couldn’t get enough of my teasing jabs and my interrogation, you had to go jack off into the toilet like a sad little virgin, hm? Tell me something Jason, did you go home after school and look for girls who looked like me on whatever pervy little sites you use? Did you try to find girls who sounded like me too?”

Another secret you’ve seemed to uncover. “How the hell did you-”

You cut him off, “Boys like you are predictable. Speed up for me, don’t come till I say you can.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nods, quickening his pace. The whines and whimpers falling from his lips are all you need to know he won’t last much longer. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is frizzy, you can smell the sweat on him. Part of you wants to lick it off him.

You scoot even closer to him, “Since I know so many of your dirty little secrets I’ll share one of mine. After school I would come home and lay in the same exact spot you’re in right now. I’d shove my hand down my panties and play with myself while I thought of you cornered and embarrassed, following my every direction. Hell, sometimes I’d get as desperate as you and look for guys who looked or sounded like you on my own pervy little sites.”

“Oh fuck…” He moans, his eyes rolling back, he bites his lip as he struggles to keep himself together. The coil in his stomach is ready to unravel at any second now.

“You’ve been such a good little pornstar for me, Jason. Be a good boy and give me the money shot.”

That’s the permission he needs to let go, lazily aiming his cock at your breasts and moaning your name. His toes curl and his eyes roll back, practically spasming as he paints your chest with cum. It drips down your chest and as he starts coming down from his orgasm you dip your finger into it and take a taste. He smiles at you lazily, cock in hand as he looks at the mess he made.

“I can’t believe you let me do that to you,” he sighs. He reaches for you, making grabby hands.

You laugh and roll your eyes, grabbing your pajama shirt from behind you to wipe up the mess he made between his thighs. “Do you want to look at your ‘art’ a little longer?” You tease.

He nods, “Just for a minute…” His eyes trail over your chest, taking in every detail like he’s trying his best to carve it into his memory. He reaches for your shirt, “Can I clean you up?” He asks softly. You let go of the shirt and nod, letting him sit up to clean you. He’s gentle as he wipes down the skin, cleaning you of his mess. He takes his time, really admiring you up close. Once he’s done he leans down and presses a kiss to your shoulder, resting his head there and glancing up at you with a smile. You ruffle his hair and giggle.

“C’mon, let’s actually get cleaned up and maybe I can teach you how to properly finger a girl, if you’re good for me, that is,” you slide off the bed and extend your hand to him.

His cheeks go red and he looks down at the bed, “Oh, I um, I should probably be getting home. My mom is really protective and strict. If I come home freshly showered she’s going to have a lot of questions…I’m sorry.” He starts to pull his underwear and jeans back up.

“It’s still early, we don’t have to shower, we could just-”

He cuts you off, his voice sounding nervous, “I really think I should just get home, it’s a little late anyway.”

You glance at the digital clock on your bedside table, it’s only 6:30. “Oh. Okay…just uh, let me throw some clothes on and I’ll drive you home,” you say awkwardly. You head into your closet and grab a hoodie, pulling it over your bare chest. You slide on your crocs and grab your keys, watching as Jason gathers his things quickly. Your heart is a bit crushed, you’d envisioned Jason showering with you and staying over. You’d planned to cuddle up to him on the couch and let him pick a movie to show you, you imagined you’d bond and eventually end up admitting your feelings for one another, and that he’d finally gather the courage to ask you out. Instead you’re driving him home while the remnants of his cum dry onto your chest.

You lead him back down to your car in an awkward silence, letting him hook his phone up to Bluetooth to display the directions to his house. You let him play his music and wonder if he notices you white knuckling the steering wheel as he hums along to Twenty One Pilots. He keeps glancing over at you nervously as he picks at the dead skin on his lower lip. There’s a tension in the air that neither of you know how to address.

Finally you pull up outside his house. It’s a one story ranch style house, you can see the dim glow of lamps coming from the living room. The porch light is on, a few potted plants sitting on the concrete. The two of you sit in silence, you both know that someone should be talking right now, someone should break the silence. But you sit there in an even louder silence for a few more moments. Jason finally breaks the air by clearing his throat. “I um…I had a good time tonight. I hope you did too,” he says softly.

You meet his gaze, holding it with an intensity that makes him want to squirm. “I did, I just wish it could’ve gone on a little longer…not that you didn’t…last long enough. Just um, I wanted more time with you. But uh, curfew and strict parents, I get it,” you say awkwardly. Jason has never seen you like this before, everything just feels off.

He smiles softly, reaching out to cover your hand with his own. “Thank you for understanding, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He grabs his backpack from the floorboard and heads up to his front porch without so much as a kiss on the cheek.

You sit back against your seat, watching him walk inside. You feel empty, you know he was just making up excuses to leave after you finally gave him what he’d dreamed of. “Fucking prick,” you mumble before starting the drive back to your house in silence.

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