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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : after hours of impatient studying, you lead dustin to believe you have a secret technique that'll help him memorize his textbooks. but really, you just want to hear those filthy sounds.
ᴄᴡ / ᴛᴀɢꜱ : handjvb , messy kissing , teasing & edging , m!recieving , reader is a tease , studying , college , reader is ovulating /j , cvmshot
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : hope you guys enjoy ! definitely one of my favorite smuts i've written so far..
this was a request !! i will post a screenshot of the request(er) at the end of this fic. ↴
When Dustin asked you if you wanted to come over to study, you assumed the two of you would get distracted like usual. But six hours later, Dustin’s still locked on his textbooks, leaving you to calculate the chances of you getting laid rather than calculating integrals.
You assumed that he’d take matters into his own hands when you decided to show up in your loosest, breeziest, and softest shorts, pairing it with a tank top that’s one size too big for you. This combination has worked before–when Dustin couldn’t help his gaze that kept wandering to your ass. But this time, he stayed fixed on his studying.
You assumed that he’d think too hard on your soft skin as he held your hand, making it unbearable to focus. But this time, Dustin kept his hands to himself.
You assumed that when you pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek, he’d be unable to hold himself back– painting your face with kisses, until it led to your tongues battling each other. This time, when you kissed him, Dustin smiled softly at you before going back to his studies.
You calculated your chances to 1 in 100. What luck.
You lay at the bottom of his bed, flat on your stomach, with homework and textbooks littered in front of you. You pretend to flip through pages, but realistically you were too busy lost in thought to care about your calculus and literature work.
Glancing over your shoulder at Dustin, you find him nose-deep in his textbooks, mouth moving slightly as he mutters out the sentences he reads. Your chest heaves as you sigh, rolling your eyes back towards your book.
You flip through pages for a few minutes, not taking in any of the information your eyes graze over. You smack the cover shut, rolling onto your back in the process. You gaze at the empty ceiling for a few moments. In the corner of your eyes, you notice Dustin’s still too busy to notice you.
“What’re you doing?” Dustin didn’t look up from his book.
You turn your head to look at him, your cheeks laying against the soft comforter. “Taking a break,” you smiled, “want to join me?”
Dustin shook his head from behind the heavy textbook– covering his face almost enough for you not to notice. Lip trilling, you turn your head back to the ceiling. “You’re such a nerd.”
Dustin responds by shoving his foot into your side, making your body jerk from the tickle. “Hey–”
“I’m not a nerd because I’m studying. Plenty of people are studying right now–for finals! And you should be too.” He pauses for a moment, situating himself back against the headboard. “Plus, I need to memorize this.”
You smile, “memorizing, huh?” Dustin peaks his head up from the textbook with his eyebrows furrowed. “I could help you with that.”
Dustin scoffs, going back to his textbook. "Memory formation is an individualized cognitive process. Unless you've suddenly developed the ability to interface directly with my hippocampus, I'm not sure what you're proposing here." His voice was laced with sarcasm, but unfortunately he was speaking truth.
You rock straight up, rolling your eyes in the process. “What I’m proposing is..” You crawl over to Dustin, who’s pushed up against the wooden bedframe, “I help you memorize in a different way than.. interfacing directly into your ..hippopotamus.” You mock teasingly, as you inch closer to the left side of Dustin’s still body.
Dustin rolls his eyes, but a smile plays on his face. “Hippocampus. And if this is some plan to distract me, then it..won’t.. worrkuhh–?” He trails off as you lay next to him, your body pressing up against his arm too close for it to be for a studying cause. “What are you–”
“Like I said; helping you memorize.” You say, your hand trailing up his thigh, “in my own, unique way.” You gently brush a thumb over his firm bulge, feeling the warmth through his pajama pants. At the hard feel, you shoot him a knowing look, smirking deviously at him. His eyes shakily search your face, his cheeks staining a pink color. Dustin chokes out a sharp breath as you ease a shove with your palm, feeling his length shuffle and throb beneath the cloth. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He was overwrought. And thrilled.
“Now, pick that textbook back up.” You whisper, your fingers finding their way under the surface of his pants. Dustin fumbles for the textbook by his side, his hands trembling as you slowly inch down his briefs. You keep a smile, watching his nervous, shaky movements.
For a few minutes, you leave your teasing hand to ease him into it. Caressing and cupping his bulge, leaving him groaning into your touch, trying to muffle his sounds with a hand clasped over his mouth. It was adorable.
After, you slip a thumb under his boxers, sliding it up and over his length. A soft hum leaves Dustin’s mouth as his cock springs free, hard and leaking at the tip. You hum teasingly back at him, your eyes leaving the sore sight, and finding his eyes. Dustin glances, looking back at you, his hand slightly drifted away from his face.
You smile at him before leaning in, pressing your lips against his. Dustin’s lips were hot and wet, presumably from the hot breaths he took when you were teasing him. You lean your head in, turning softly to deepen the kiss. Meanwhile, your hands wander over his body, wrapping your fingers gently around his shaft, feeling his pulse in your palm. Dustin groans into the kiss, and you can feel him take in a shaky breath through his nostrils.
You pull back slowly, letting his taste linger on your lips. He tasted like the coffee he had hours prior to studying. Dustin’s eyes were fixed on you, his eyes glossy and full of desperation. “Start reading aloud, and if you stop..” you stroke up so painfully slow that Dustin’s jaw clenches, your hand freezing at the tip. “I stop.” His precum leaks down onto your fingers, embarrassingly so.
Dustin breathes out, focusing his gaze onto your hand that’s circled around his dick. You lean in close, whispering into his ear. “Got it?”
Dustin nods slowly, eyes flickering as he hyperfocuses on the feel of your hand around his dick.
You hum, "chapter 5, page 127,” you instruct, beginning slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip. At first, Dustin’s too focused on the feeling to take your order. You clear your throat, your hand stopping at the base this time. Dustin’s eyes flicker towards you for a moment, before tightening his grip around the textbook again.
His voice shook as he began to read, “The–the receptive fields of the sensory neurons be–become more.. complex as information moves up–!” His voice cracks as your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the bead of precum to use it as lube. Dustin quickly continues back to the passage, “the–the pathway. We.. saw in the last lesson that mech–mecha..anoreceptors have receptive fields that–that! When–when touched, activate the neuron.”
Each time he stumbles over a word, you tighten your grip slightly, making him gasp mid-sentence. Dustin took sharp breaths in between sentences, his breathing uneven and hot. Every time you stroked down to the base, a whimper escaped his mouth. He couldn’t help it.
After finishing the paragraph, Dustin pauses a second too long to your liking, making your stroking abruptly stop. He groans in frustration, eyes rolling back as his head dips into the pillow. “Focus,” you whisper.
You don’t continue until he’s reading the next passage, “The surround has an in–inhibitory effect on the dorsal column neur..on.” Dustin says with a heavy breath, "If a stim–stimulus touches the skin in the surround–of– of a dorsal column neuron’s receptive field, the neuron will decrease its..firing rate.”
You increase your pace as he continues reading, his breathing becoming ragged. Dustin begins to whimper more occasionally, specifically at your teasing thumb that brushes over his tip. His hips thrust into your touch, eyes rolling back at the feel of your hand.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” You whisper, your pace starting to quicken even more. Dustin’s eyes flicker towards you again, his eyes watery, mouth slightly ajar from the constant breaths and whimpers that escape his mouth.
Dustin refocuses to his textbook, continuing to the next passage, his voice more shaky than the last time. “The.. cen–center-surround structure of the–the– receptive field is.. Critical–! Shit– for–for lateral inhibition to occur. Lat–lateral inhibition is the ..ability of the sensory systems to enhance the perception of edges of stimuli–! Fuck! I–I can’t. I’m–” His breaths are uneven and uncontrollable as he struggles to keep his composure.
“Almost there,” you murmur, feeling his warmth radiate in your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder, hypnotized by the thick, flushed head of his cock that disappears and reappears with every stroke.
Dustin moans, whimpering as he tries to swallow his sounds. His forehead was slick with sweat, a few curls sticking to his face. “Touch–touch processing demonstrates how–how sensory information becomes.. increasingly c–complex as it travels from periphery to cortex.” His voice breaks after every sentence when your movements become slicker and faster.
You whisper, “just finish this chapter and I’ll let you finish.”
Dustin’s words tumble out in a rush, “Understanding these–these processing principles reveals how the nervous system transforms simple tactile stimuli into complex perceptual experiences–!”
Your hand becomes a blur of motion, a slick rhythm that sends waves of pleasure throughout Dustin’s body. It’s completely slick with his own arousal, smearing clear fluid over your fingers and down his length. The muscles in his abdomen tight as his hips buck up to meet your hand repeatedly, desperate and impatient.
You smile deviously as you watch him struggle beneath your grasp. Turning your head into his neck, you take in the sweet smell of his curls. The curses, whines, and moans that leave his mouth were all the more motivating to you.
Your pace starts to quicken–faster than before. “Come on, pretty boy. Come for me.” Your voice was soft enough for Dustin to hear, breath hot enough for him to feel.
A sharp groan escapes his mouth as his jaw tightens, trying to contain himself. He throws his textbook by his side, fingers trembling loosely in the air. Your strokes become uneven and hard, queuing his orgasm. Dustin’s mouth shoots open, shaky moans spitting out uncontrollably. He throws his head back into the pillows as he spills hot over your fingers.
The white fluid seeps over your fingers as you milk him gently through his high, your thumb circling his sensitive tip until he’s completely spent. Dustin’s chest heaves in ragged breaths, eyes too droopy to stay open.
You keep your head still on his shoulder, smiling softly as you listen to his heartbeat thundering against your ear. You remove your hand from his length, turning your palm toward yourself to admire the slick, glossy sheen coating your fingers.
After a few moments, Dustin’s breathing becomes controlled and even, allowing himself to recover from his orgasm. His head rises back up, a bead of drool dripping down from the side of his lip. “How–how was that supposed to help me memorize again?”
You laugh softly, “I read somewhere that if you do something memorable while studying..you’ll memorize it.” You made that up on the spot.
Dustin hums curiously, “Right.”
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : thank you so much for this lovely request !! i was literally so excited to write it.. genuinely such a smart idea. thank you ! ↴
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