Pick Up Your Fucking Book - Austin Carlile
can you please write one where y/n needs tuition in math or so? and austin is pretty good in math and she’s going to be angry because she don’t get it. then they yell at eachother and he press her against the wall and they’ll have rough sex? (sorry for my bad english)
Your English was fine, don’t worry! - British so I say maths not math - what a nice detailed AC story if I say so myself 😌 smut warning - words - written by Emma.
“This is just dumb!” You exclaim, swiping your arm across your desk, sending your book and pencils onto the floor.
“Y/N,” Austin sighs. “Pick it up, again.”
You pout. “No.”
“Y/N, just do it, please.” He puts his head in his hands.
You shake your head. “No.”
“Y/N.” His tone has this slight tinge to it, implying he’s getting wound up.
“I don’t want to.” You can tell he’s getting annoyed, making you grin inside.
“And why not?” He asks, purely disinterested.
“Because maths is dumb.” You humph.
Austin is in the year above you, he’s been allocated to be your tutor because he’s extremely smart and good at maths. You on the other hand…
“Maths is not dumb, Y/N. Just pick up your book, again, and we can continue.” Rolling his eyes, he leans back in his chair that’s next to yours.
“I don’t want to continue.” You mutter.
“Well we are going to, alright? Now get your book from the floor!” His voice raises as he looks at you with a pissed off expression.
“Mhm, no.” You answer, sarcastically.
“Get your book, off of the floor, now.” His voice almost becomes a growl.
“And if I don’t?” You tease, but he doesn’t find it exactly funny.
“Then I will make you.” He slouches onto your desk, seemingly counting to ten in his head.
“Go for it.” You lick over your lips and pull a sarcastic smirk.
“Y/N, for Christ sake! Pick up your fucking book!” He shouts at you.
You’re stunned for a few seconds. “No!” You find myself yell back.
“You’ve got to be most difficult fucking child ever!” He slams his fists down on your desk, before launching himself up, putting his hands behind his head.
“I am not a child.” You frown, standing up and knocking your chair slightly.
He flips around. “Yes, you are!”
“I am not!” If it was up to you, shouting like this was the thing making you both kids.
“You're acting like a moody child because you can’t do some simple fucking mathematics!” His arms jolt outwards, his films facing the ceiling, looking at you like you're being stupid.
Instead of getting upset, you just get angrier. “Maybe if I had a decent tutor rather than a dickhead I would get better!” You spit at him.
“I'm not a dickhead. I'm just smarter than you, and you're jealous.” He gives you a brief smile, full of sarcasm.
“Oh, piss off, Austin.” You mumble.
“See, I’m right.” His arrogance shows as he shrugs and that same smile on his face.
“Shut, up!” Stroppily, you kick your chair.
“And if I don’t?” He mimics you, making your blood boil.
“Then I'll smack your face into tomorrow.” You hiss.
“Go for it.“ You’re pretty sure he didn’t know that you was going to throw yourself full pelt at him, but you do.
You make yourself in line with him before you go at him with your clawing hands. “I, hate, you!” You mumble, in short breaths, trying to scratch his face.
He frowns and leans back with his face, slapping you lightly to get you off. “Quit it!” He says repeatedly, sounding frustrated.
Considering you’re too short to get at his face, you grab near enough the collar of his shirt and pull him down towards you.
Attempting to brush you off, he pushes his hands at your stomach. You pull harder at his shirt and you accidentally cause some buttons on his shirt to fly off.
But you don’t stop, you press him with greater force, so hard that you send the both of you back into your wardrobe, which erupts a small grumble as it bangs against the wall.
With ease, Austin turns the tables. With one hand, he grips both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. With his other, it’s slightly enclosed around your neck. He slams you against the wall forcefully. His mouth is by your ear. “I said, quit it.”
Unintentionally, you let out a small moan. You can see his chest heaving, even more because you had undone the top half of his shirt. You can see the veins pulsating in his arms, his biceps making the sleeves suddenly tight on him.
He lets out a long sigh, you feel the long, warm breath on your neck. He levels his head with yours and you meet this unfamiliar look on his face.
Something in the moment pulls you two together, and you spontaneously begin to kiss.
Your arms are still pinned above your head. You try to pull them away so you can tug at Austin’s clothing that you want to rip off of his heaving body. However, Austin uses his strength to keep you restrained, making you impatient.
You begin you move your legs to try and get closer to him, to push your bodies together, but you fail. “Pft.” You groan annoyed.
“Don’t like not being able to do what you want?” Austin asks you, chuckling against your lips before kissing you again. His hand runs up your bare leg and under your skirt.
Heavily, you exhale onto his lips, sighing again when he pulls away from you. “How about you give me what I want and it won’t be a problem?”
“What do you want then, huh?” He asks, running his fingers back and forth over your underwear.
You batter your eyelashes at him. “Do you really need to ask?”
He chuckles, running his hands through the lace until you can feel yourself getting wet, you breathe shakily.
Humming, Austin trails his fingers back and forth around your bare skin, hovering over your underwear here and there. The material only leaves a thin layer between you both, so thin that you can imagine how his fingers would feel inside of you. The thought of it makes you tense your legs, god, you want him inside of you. You muse a quiet moan, tiptoeing over his fingertips trying to edge him that bit closer inside.
He chuckles at you, hooking two fingers into your underwear beginning to draw them down your legs. Once they get to your knees, he lets them drop straight to your ankles where you step out of them.
Austin starts to run his hand on your inner thigh, moving painfully slowly to your core. Once he touches you, you sigh, slapping your hands above your head against your wardrobe. He interests a finger inside of you. “Is this gonna shut you up, huh?” He asks quietly into your ear.
He pushes the one finger deeper, making you squeeze your thighs together and moan.
“Aw.” He sighs in a degrading way. “What about this, then?” All too easily, he slides a second finger into you, starting to pump them into you in sync.
You open your mouth, throwing your head back and looking to your hands that are still being held hostage over you. Widening your stance, you allow him to slide in deeper. Oh my god.
“I bet you really fucking like that, don’t you?” Austin asks, leaning in closer to you and breathing over your neck. He starts to lay kisses that quickly turn open mouthed pinches, letting his tongue run over you.
You can’t answer him, your mind revolving around the pulsing of his fingers moving in, out, in, out. Your knees buckle as you attempt to lower yourself, getting at any possible way to push him deeper inside of you.
“No?” Austin murmurs to the lack of your response, yanking his hand out of you and grabbing your thigh. He wedges his leg underneath you, leaving your leg hooked over his hip in a permanent stance. “You want three fingers?” He asks as he slides his hand back between your legs, putting two fingers back inside.
Smirking, he pushes a third one in, where you release an audible moan and tense at how good it feels. He pushes them back and forth, making you so wet that you both can hear him side of you. Your breathing fastens with his pace, feeling yourself flow into a light sweat.
“God, you are a dirty girl.” He looks at you, amused, your faces close together.
You move forward as much as your restricted position lets you, kissing him forcefully, biting down on his lip as he pushes you off of him. “How about you fuck me then, huh?” You ask, tilting your head antagonistically.
He digs his thumb into the vein on your wrist, making you squirm under his grip. “Is that what you want?”
Using all of your strength, you rattle your hands in his enclosed fist, smacking them back into the wardrobe. “Try me.”
Grinning, Austin gives you one last deep pump before emptying you. He unbuckles his trousers with a confident smirk, still resting one arm against yours keeping you held against the noisy wardrobe. His trousers fall, leaving you staring at the big bulge in his boxers. You squeeze your thighs in anticipation.
Austin rubs himself, looking at you before pulling himself out of his boxers. He presses his chest to yours, his hand pumping his length against your thigh. You can feel yourself pulsating, anticipating him moving inside of you.
Without a warning, he pushes himself inside of you, making you both simultaneously moan. Begins to thrust into you, going harder and deeper every time. You have to gasp for breath with each point. Increasingly, the speed makes it one thousand times better. You both begin to get sweaty, but it doesn’t stop him.
“Let me go, please.” You breathe, your arms aching above your head.
God, you want to touch him. You want your arms around his neck, you want your nails running lines down his back.
“How’s that any fun for me, huh?” He asks against your lips. “I like watching you struggle.” He smiles before kissing you.
Groaning in annoyance you pull at your wrists, stuck in restraint. Of course, he still wants to annoy you even when fucking.
You start to moan involuntarily, the feeling of him inside of you is driving you insane. He thrusts deeply and vigorously, smacking your back into you wardrobe, which leaves echoing rattles throughout your bedroom.
It seems to be a turn on, as Austin thumps his free fist against it to make it do it again, and again. He scoops up my body and throws me back into the wardrobe, making a thump.
“You like that, do you?” You ask with a flirtatious giggle. You can’t explain how much you want to grab him and run your fingers through his hair, and again you find yourself whining at your restricted wrists.
He ignores your comment with a smile. “How about you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Start doing what you do best and start making some noise, yes?”
Roughly, he thrusts into you, making you help. “Just like that.” He confirms, before doing it a second time, then over and over.
You find yourself whimpering, your body shunting with his powerful pounds. Your high pitched moans come fragmented as you squeak that little bit higher each time.
“Louder.” He says, doing that thing again where he throws you hard against the wardrobe.
It’s not even like you had a choice. As Austin starts to thrust, he’s gone so deep that you can feel him tapping your g-spot. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling the friction of your bodies and moan in synchronisation with him. He fastens his pace, seeing the change in your body language, his hand still enclosed around your neck.
Beginning to stutter, you fight for air in your body. God, it feels so good. “Austin,” you moan his name in pleasure.
“Hey, Y/N?” He says in an antagonistic tone.
You breathe heavily, struggling to look at him. “What?”
He kicks something from the floor over at you. “There’s your book. How about you bend over and pick it up for me, huh?”
Looking down over your shoulder, you see your orange exercise book on the floor. Your eyes switch to Austin’s and then flick up at your hands being held above you. He slowly releases you and you rub your sore wrists as you squint at him questionably.
Turning your back to him, you steadily start to bend over, dragging out the anticipation as much as possible. You press one palm to your wardrobe, helping you clumsily not fall over. You feel his eyes on you.
Austin takes your free wrist and twists it around your back. “You didn’t think I would actually let you go, would you?” He asks, before unexpectedly shoving his length back inside of you.
“Shit.” You curse and the new found depth of his thrusts. “Fuck.”
“C’mon,” he purrs at you, tightening his grip on your arm. “Make some fucking noise.”
Trailing your sweating hand against your wardrobe, the familiar rattle of wood hitting the wall erupts. You release quick moans with every thrust, feeling a build up in your stomach that you try to desperately ignore. You don’t want this to end.
With his other hand, Austin pushes you down further, making you scream as he continues to thrust violently into you.
“Austin, fuck!” You moan, your whole body shaking in time with his. “Shit!”
He takes it as his green light, thrusting so rapidly that you could topple over if he wasn’t holding your waist. He uses that hand for his convenience, throwing your hips into his body with the timely pumps of his own body.
You squeal, you groan, you claw at the fucking wardrobe. It feels so good, too good. Your loud echoes of pleasure make him harden inside of you, if that was possible, and pinch your skin.
“I’m gonna come.” Austin murmurs. “Are you going to be a dirty girl and scream whilst I come?” He asks, although you can’t answer.
His dick touches your g-spot and you quiver. He’s so deep inside of you that you miss him as soon as he leaves, if only for a millisecond, and crave his length being in you.
“Come on, Austin.” You beg in a whimper, your wet bodies clashing together clumsily.
Your core is so wet that you can feel it around your upper thighs. Austin’s soaking dick spreads it all over you, occasionally sliding all the way to the front and tapping your clit. He releases your hand that you immediately slam into your wardrobe, supporting yourself, bending deeper to show yourself fully to him.
“Fuck.” You hear Austin groan, taking an ass cheek in his hand and spreading them.
He pumps inside of you some more, gripping tightly at you and exposing your holes to him. It seems to drive him wild as he starts to groan as loudly as you.
“I’m gonna come.” He exhales, pinching you tighter and throwing you back into him.
Your moans relay throughout the room, screaming in pleasure as he pushes himself deep inside.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” Austin yells, just as you feel a hot liquid shooting up inside of you. “Fuck, Y/N.” He continues to ride it out, his pumps becoming slow and long.
Pulling himself out of you, he leaves you gasping for air with a layer of sweat pooling over your forehead. You can feel his come inside of you, the excess trickling around your hole and dripping down your thigh.
“Now, pick up your fucking book, will you?” Austin chuckles, looking over you with a satisfied smirk on his lips.
