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c/w 𑣲⋆garrett teaches you how to give head, talking you through it, #men who yearn earn, mutual pining, first kiss, praise, spit, deepthroating, “boot riding” adjacent, gagging, jealous!garrett, pet names, (good girl, baby, pretty + no y/n) + garrett is very casual about you per usual ◡̈
“…Please?” The words leave your lips so gentle and sweet.
“You—Are you sure?” He stammers, more focused on how soft your lips are and how pretty you look just like you are now.
“Garrett, c’mon.” You sigh heavily, your focus falling down his body, seeing the difference almost instantly, his heavy cock swelling the fabric underneath his gray sweatpants.
“It’s just—” His words catch in his throat as you tug your sweater over your head, showing off your bra underneath. “Holy shit.” He throws his head back to the ceiling, hands bunching up the fabric of his sweats, holding himself back.
You huff out a sharp breath, feeling your frustration mount. After everything you’ve done for this man this semester, he can help you with this one little thing. You stand up and his expression goes wide in panic, hands flying up to grab your hips.
“Woah—Hey. Hey, now,” he stops you, looking back at you like you weren’t actively reading the situation. “Just. Don’t go. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry. I’m not going to beg for your help, Garrett.”
“You are not begging me for anything,” he panics, a desperate laugh clinging to his words as his hands go tighter on your hips. “I just—why?” he asks almost bashfully, licking his lips to fight back a smile as his gaze falls to yours.
“Same reason you wanted me to tutor you. I don’t know how to do it. I want to. You’re a guy…”
“I am,” he chuckles, stepping a little closer.
“You can teach me,” your voice softens, the heat of his body radiating onto your bare skin.
“Who?” he asks, his attention falling to your lips. “You learnin’ to give head just ‘cause?”
“I’m going to a party this weekend.”
“…Yeah?” he asks as he shifts his weight, his eyebrows drawing in ever so slightly as his gaze lifts to yours.
“I tutor, you know—”
“Some of the football guys, yeah,” he tracks, answering for you, getting a little impatient about who this is all for.
“Just getting this vibe from Beau. I don’t know. He’s sweet.”
“Beau Maxwell?” Garrett asks, arms pulling away from you to cross over his chest, biceps pulling the arms of his t-shirt taut. “Is he just bein’ nice? Or…”
You scrunch your nose in annoyance, scoffing before you turn around. “Whatever, Garrett.” You chuckle weakly, bending over to grab your skirt and your sweater, but he’s scrambling again.
“Stop. Just, don’t—calm down,” he grabs the clothes off your hands, tossing them back to the floor. He lifts both hands, lashes fluttering as he rakes his fingers through his curls.
“He’s not just being nice. He’s not pitying me—”
“Well, that last part didn’t leave my mouth,” he chuckles tiredly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze travels down your body. He hangs his head for a moment, lost in thought.
“And, I know I’m just your Ancient Lit tutor, but don’t tell women to calm down—”
“You’re right. You’re right about everything, actually.”
You blow out a breath, rolling your eyes. “Well, as fun as it’s been standing in front of you for the last fifteen minutes in my bra and panties begging you to teach me—”
“You didn’t beg,” he answers, cutting you off as you spin out, his hand reaching out to grab your hand, fingers tracing down your arm to find yours, urging you closer. “You asked me once. You said please. That’s not begging.”
His thumb rubs along your knuckles, his lips tugging to the side as he thinks a little more.
“Beau’s my friend. That’s why I asked if he was being nice.”
“Okay?”
“He was supposed to be in the class with me across the hall, then I saw you walk into Ancient Lit—”
“Mhmm…”
“And I switched classes,” he continues, the corner of his mouth tipping up like he’s playing it back.
You nod, your eyes following the chain on his chest as it flickers with his quicker breathing before he speaks again.
“Already felt like I was doin’ something wrong asking you for help on day one before we even got our first assignment… Seems like a conflict of interest if I teach you how to do that, feeling like I feel. Do you know what I mean?”
The question breathes past his lips and, just like Garrett, your heart starts to race a little faster. “I think so.”
“Yeah, I like you,” he answers honestly, the words cracking a little at the end with nerves. Your cheeks swell with warmth, the little tingles in your body getting stronger.
“Were you gonna tell me?” you ask.
“Eventually… Just didn’t feel right letting you do that without knowing—” You steal the words off his lips with a kiss and he deepens it instantly, arms wrapping around your body, fingers sliding into your hair. He kisses you so deep your back bows, but he has you, holding you in his big arms, his soft lips pressing against yours.
He kisses you again, softer this time, then one more, smiling into your kiss.
“I can still teach you,” he whispers, taking off his shirt.
“Yeah?” you ask.
“If you want me,” he sighs when your palms rest on his strong chest.
“Beg,” you breathe, and he laughs against your mouth, liking how that word sounds leaving your lips.
“You want me to beg?” he asks, feeling as you hum a mhmm against his mouth. “I want you.” His rough palm falls with those words, slipping under the lace of your thong, squeezing your ass. “You have no idea what I’ve been dreaming about doing to you. This… This is exactly what I need. So, please, baby.”
“Baby?” you hum.
“You’ll call me that one day,” he says confidently, feeling your soft giggle against his lips. “Got a good feeling about us.”
“Teach me,” you smile, and he sighs, the muscles in his shoulders softening.
He looks at you for a second before he says anything, the corner of his mouth tugging up like he still can’t believe you chose him in the first place.
“You gonna let me teach you anything else?” he says quietly against your lips, stealing a kiss.
“Maybe,” you tease, fingers falling down his stomach, tracing over his abs, feeling them flex tighter under your touch. “Second session.”
“Seriously?” he asks breathlessly, following your gaze as your nails trace along the top of his sweats. “Sounds perfect.”
“So, what do I do now?” you whisper, fingers looping under the band of his pants.
“We’re startin’ the lesson from up here?” he asks, chuckling warmly when you mumble yes. “Kisses. Just like you are now. S’perfect.”
“Okay,” you hum.
“Move to my neck, and your hand.” The words leave him slowly as he grabs yours, lifting and placing you on top of that thick bulge between his thighs. “Right here.”
His breathing changes and his voice dips lower as he guides you to rub your hand on top. “Gotta tease me a little. I want this too fuckin’ bad, okay? Make me sweat a little. Don’t let me have it yet.”
You hum out a yes, kissing your way along his sharp jaw as your hand strokes his long, hard cock over the cotton. You can feel him tilt into you a little, pushing himself into your hand.
His face turns into you a little when you get to his ear, hands resting on your body still. “Tighter,” he mutters and you can hear the smile in his voice as your hand squeezes around him.
“Like that?”
“Just like that.”
You kiss under his ear and his head falls to the side, your lips working down the column of his neck, feeling his pulse hammer against your lips.
“Lick,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck to keep you close, your tongue tracing up the trail of kisses you just left. Garrett shudders out a breath, goosebumps fanning across his tan skin.
“Talk to me,” he rasps, turning his face slightly to look you in the eyes, the tension between you thick. “You want it? Let me know.”
“What I want to do to you?”
“You can lie,” he answers softly, tipping your lips toward him when his fingers hook under your chin.
“I don’t wanna lie.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you answer as he draws you in for a kiss.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to teach me—”
“No,” he stops you, his brows furrowing when it sounds like less than he was hoping for—like you’re using him instead of wanting this too.
“Listen,” you breathe.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answers, through a soft smile.
“I want you,” you whisper, tilting closer with each word. “To teach me what you like. So, I can do it again. And, again. I want to get so good at it, that it’s all you can think about.”
“Fuck, baby,” he huffs, gaze lingering as you drop down on your knees in front of him, pressing kisses as you go, his cock painfully hard. “How are you—you sound like you know what you’re doing.”
“In theory,” you answer, wrapping your fingers around the gray material at his hips. “Not in practice.”
“That book you have, huh?” he asks as his fingers find their way into your hair, guiding you to look back at him from where you sit on your knees.
“Mhmm,” you answer, dragging the cozy material down his legs, watching his thigh muscles tense and soften.
“Looked it up. Had to figure out why you were blushin’ like that yesterday before class,” he drawls, cupping your chin in his hand, thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Look so fuckin’ good on your knees, you know that?”
“Thank you,” you whisper, his smile spreading with yours. Your hands work up his thighs, resting on his boxers, tracing along the length of his thick dick, straining the material, his tip leaking through the fabric.
“Suck that. It’ll fuckin’ kill me,” he sighs as your focus stays fixed on the dark spot.
“Over your boxers?” you ask, already leaning in, your gaze flicking up to him. “You don’t want my mouth?” The question leaving your lips a hell of a lot more like taunting than asking, making him chuckle.
“You have no idea,” the words barely leave his lips when your mouth wraps around him, the fabric resting against your tongue. The taste comes second, his tip warm and throbbing—his hold on your hair tightening the wetter it gets.
You can feel the arousal soak the lace between your thighs, a steady pulse thumping, your body aching for contact—especially when that first sound of pleasure falls from his lips.
“Goddamn,” he groans, his jaw locking. You reach up without being told and he sucks a sharp breath through his nose when you cup his heavy balls in your hand. “Mhmm…” the praise breathes through a pleasured hum, nodding as you roll them in your hand, still sucking him through the cotton.
“More?” you ask, your breath hitting the place you mouthed, air filling his lungs at the sensation.
“Shit, pretty—yeah,” he slurs, drinking you in with his heavy stare as your hands follow the band of his boxers, tracing his sharp v-lines. You lean in, pressing a kiss on the soft skin below his bellybutton, just above the elastic.
He tips his chin toward you, shaking his head.
“You’re gonna be so good at this, baby,” his voice softens. “So fuckin’ perfect at everything. Why wouldn’t you be?”
His praise goes straight through you, your body drawing closer, settling a little more. He shifts his stance ever so slightly, his jaw tightening as he feels how wet your pussy is when your weight lands on top of his foot.
Your body moves instinctually, rocking your hips a little, feeling some relief you hadn’t known was building. “Feels good?” he asks, already seeing it in your body language. “Teach you how to ride my thigh. You’ll love it.” His words come out a little distracted as he watches your hands disappear behind your back.
“Next lesson?” you ask through a little smile.
“Don’t know if I can wait,” he confesses. “Take it off,” his voice dips, and you unclasp your bra, letting it fall away. He pushes out a breath, looking down at you, feeling that desperation he told you would come if you teased him—and you are.
You lift your hands, pinching the cotton, pulling down his boxers too. His cock strains—long and weighed down—that heavy walk he carries around campus clearly needed.
Your mouth starts to water, the blushed tip of his dick leaking with wet. “Kiss it off, baby,” he hums and you nod. Your lips press against the warm head of his dick, kissing it off just like he asked. “Just toy with me, yeah?”
Garrett’s words come out a little tighter and breathless. His eyes roll back in his head when your tongue curls around his tip, dipping in the slit, your other hand stroking slowly.
“Tongue out,” he tells you, wrapping his big fist around his dick, slapping the tip against your tongue. “Beautiful,” the word comes out quiet. “Kiss again,” he guides you. You press your lips into a pout, slick from spit, and he rubs his head against them messily.
He hums out a sound of approval, nodding down to his dick. Your hand circles him again, tongue dragging up the side of him as well, following a vein that maps all the way from base to top, your name dripping past his lips as his head hangs between his shoulders, chain swaying off his neck.
“Take as much as you want. You’re doing so fucking good—so, so good,” he sighs. “You can’t fit it all. That’s okay, baby. Just use your hand for the rest. Get me good and wet.”
You spit on his tip and his eye rolls back like there were two options to get him slicked up and you chose the best fucking one. Your hand circles around his thickness, stroking at the base a few times.
“Please,” he exhales, and your lips tilt into a smile before your lips wrap around him fully, taking him deep in your mouth.
You moan around him, discouraged for a moment about how much of him is left and how little you’ve taken in. Your mouth is stuffed, the look on his face letting you know that it’s more than enough for him.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “Fuck, you feel so good.” When your hand wraps around him again, his eyebrows knitting tight.
You can feel his blood pumping through his cock, his hold on your head careful, like he wants you to guide the pace and not the other way around. For a moment he seemingly forgets about the task at hand as you work him with your mouth and your fist.
“Like—fuck me…” he sighs, losing his train of thought, the muscles in his thighs trembling. “Like this, baby.” He wraps his hand around yours at the thick base of his cock, twisting it slightly instead of jerking it back and forth.
“Yeah. That’s it,” he breathes, smiling as you start to bob around his length, rutting your pussy on top of him with the tempo of your mouth.
“Gonna use you a little,” he pants, resting his hands on your cheeks. “Tap out if it’s too much, alright? Breathe through your nose.”
He gives you a few shallow thrusts, melting like putty in your hand when you gag around him, smiling when you don’t push him away, resting your hands on the back of his thighs instead to keep you right where you’re at.
“Good girl,” he hums, making you choke on his cock again and again. Your vision starts to swim with it, tears pooling along your lashes. Your eyes flutter shut and the wet rolls down your cheeks.
“Goddamn,” he mumbles as he reaches his thumb out, tracing it under your eye, catching some tears as they fall.
“You’re a natural, baby,” he hums, sucking the tears off his thumb, handing back control, looking down at you like he’s proud.
“Let me thank you after this.” The words breathe past his lips as you suck and stroke, jaw aching from the stretch, moaning around his dick, the vibrations making his jaw tighten as he realizes just how much pleasure you’re getting from having his heavy cock in your mouth.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet… Fuck my thigh. Let me clean that up for you—teach you how to ride my face instead.”
His breathing changes and the grip on the back of your head suddenly tightens. The wet sounds fill the room around you, cock slipping through your spit, moans and grunts breaking past his lips getting closer and closer by the second.
“Gonna—I’m gonna cum, baby. You don’t have to swallow it,” he breathes, but you know he wants to finish deep in your throat.
Your hands move a little higher, nails sliding down the back of his ass and thighs and he loses it completely, climaxing with a deep moan, ropes and ropes of cum slipping down the back of your throat.
Your eyes slam shut and you swallow hard, sucking through it until he’s holding you in place, panting in overstimulation, each slide of your tongue making him flinch.
He smiles as he pulls you off him nice and slow, his breath leaving him shakily.
“Fuck, baby,” he hums. “Lemme see.”
You giggle breathily, holding out your clean tongue for him. He shakes his head and smiles, helping you up to your feet. His hand cradles your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist as he reaches for a breath.
“How was that, baby?” you ask.
His forehead tilts to rest against yours, his thumb brushing the apple of your cheek. “Baby?” he breathes, kissing you gently.
You tilt your head, lips drawing to the side. “I have a good feeling about us too?”
“You do?”
“I do.”
He kisses you again, deep and claiming. “That was perfect.”
“Yeah?” you ask sweetly, feeling his hands wrap around your body, dropping low, rough thumbs slipping under your lace thong, pulling it down this time instead, humming against your lips as your breasts press against his bare chest, your panties tumbling down your thighs.
He lifts you effortlessly off your feet into his strong arms, walking with you to his bed, resting you down on top before mounting it fast, caging you under his weight.
You suck in a sharp breath as he rolls you on top of him, your knees sinking into the mattress. His hands drag up your thighs, resting on your ass, pulling you closer to his lips. The warmth of his breath hits your wet pussy and your head falls back.
“Ready for your second lesson, baby?”
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