but im no good at math - older!boyfriend pete wentz x reader imagines
here's some pete content even tho nobody asked for it..., i was plagued with these visions while on the plane muahahaha. if you haven't checked out my first older!bf pete work, you definitely should b4 this!! C:
when your sweet boyfriend pete sees that you're having a hard time in math class, he decides to help you out (in his own special ways).
tw: groomer!pete wentz, age gap, both reader and pete are teases (who are terrible at math), slight corruption/manipulation, praise for dayzzzz ><
dead dove blog! 18+ past this point!
older!boyfriend pete who's been sure to make himself at home while your parents are away for the weekend. he's sprawled leisurely on your bed, watching you fix your hair in the mirror before he notices your open backpack on the floor. you see him reach for your newly received report card and roll your eyes. "don't look at that," you protested weakly, too invested on brushing your hair to actually turn around and stop him.
older!boyfriend pete who's eyebrows raise impossibly high while reading your scores as you watch him in the mirror. "a 78 in precalc? isn't that the class you always beg me to pick you up from?" he looks up at you with light disapproval. "i thought you were doing good." he dropped the folder on your bed, kicking his feet up. "i am," you whined, beginning to brush a little more slowly, upset that he brought it up. "...the teacher is just bad. and all my other classes have straight a's!"
older!boyfriend pete who shakes his head at your excuses. "i know school sucks, but you know better than that," he'd sigh, watching your careless expression as you continued to focus on your reflection. "maybe if you stopped focusing on how pretty you are and started caring about school.." he frowned sarcastically, earning an faux annoyed look and a hairbrush thrown at him from you. pete scrunched up in a ball, bracing for the brush that hit his back lightly. "-because you're already pretty!" he quickly added, giggling as you jumped on the bed to snuggle up next to him.
older!boyfriend pete whose fingers grazed your cheek admiringly as you looked up at him, pressed tightly against his chest. "have you thought about getting a tutor?" he mused, partially joking but wanting to see how you'd react to the thought. "so what, my weekends are spent crying over math instead of having fun with you? thanks, but i'd rather just take the bad grade," you shifted under the blanket, his arms wrapping around your waist almost more controllingly than clingy. he laughed with you before a moment of comfortable silence fell on the room. "...maybe you don't have to,” pete piped up as you pulled away curiously, gazing at him above you. "i can help you, y'know."
older!boyfriend pete who remains serious even when you laugh in his face. "don't be ridiculous, petey." you scoffed, hiding yourself back into his chest to turn down whatever crazy idea he seemed to have. "no, im serious, honey...what are your parents gonna say when they see that grade, hm?" he nudged you softly. "tell them that im your new tutor, baby. i'm taking care of you now."
older!boyfriend pete who was now some amazing tutor that you had put up a great performance to your parents about. "yeah, mom. he's supposed to be great. becky and ella both told me he's taught them a lot," you explained, practically begging now. admittedly, you were still nervous, as this was the first time your mom was ever hearing of pete (and it was through a lie). but who were you kidding? of course she couldn't say no. although she definitely wasn't happy about the grade, she was pleasantly surprised to see you trying to better yourself with this. "okay, sure. what's his number? have you gotten in contact with him yet?" she asked, becoming even more surprised when you had nodded. "yes, he said any day works for him. i was thinking tuesdays and thursdays? y'know, so at least i still have the weekend.."
older!boyfriend pete who was elated when you showed up at his door the next tuesday with your schoolbag slung over your shoulder and your mom standing behind you politely. "hi, are you mr. wentz?" you chirped as soon as the door opened. immediately noticing your shirt (which was his), pete almost choked on his own spit, shifting his weight to try to cover up the fact the sight of you trying to act all innocent was enough to make him rock hard on the spot. "hey there! it's nice to meet you..."
older!boyfriend pete who put on his best performance to show he was responsible enough. "yeah, i play a little music sometimes, but i tutor math on the side. i'm sure she's told you all about me," pete grinned, motioning towards you as to welcome you inside. after a bit of smooth small talk, your mom waved goodbye mannerly from the front steps. "it was very nice meeting you, pete. have fun, you can call me when you're done later!"
older!boyfriend pete who’d come up behind you, taking your bag off of your shoulders lovingly as you peeked through the blinds to watch your mom drive away. “so,” he started, snaking his hands familiarly around your waist and squeezing playfully. “first time meeting the parents. not so bad, huh? do i still got it?” he’d snicker, placing smiling kisses to your neck sweetly. “pete!” you’d squeal, trying to escape his teasing.
older!boyfriend pete who tsked at you as soon as he saw you make a beeline to his bedroom and flop down on his bed like it was your own. “oh no,” he quipped, bringing your bag into the room. “come on. get up. we’re still doing work.” he looked at you knowingly from the foot of the bed, setting the bag next to you and beginning to look through it. “what? why?” you whined. “i thought we were just lying so we could spend more time together,” you turned over and buried your face into his pillow (that incidentally smelled really good…). pete ignored your drama and took out your papers, waving them in front of you. as soon as you heard him say your name, you knew that his attitude shifted. “stop bitching and get up. do i really have to speak to you like you're a toddler?” he chastised with cool finality.
older!boyfriend pete who sat next to you at the kitchen counter shaking his head with confusion - surprisingly not at the material, but at you. “how do you not understand this, sweetheart?” he’d mutter, pointing to the numbers like they were clear as day. he droned on, explaining the problem in full detail as if you were ever paying attention in the first place. “i thought you were more of an english person. what happened to all that poetry?” you’d muse, holding onto his arm and nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “are you just good at math, too?”
older!boyfriend pete who’d sigh softly, losing composure as you kissed down his neck while toying with the hem of his shirt, hoping to convince him to just drop this and have fun with something else instead. “no, this stuff is actually pretty easy.” he huffed, putting his pencil down. he knew he had to be patient with you, but you were making this so difficult for him. looking down at you practically clinging onto his side, he hummed, finally pulling you into his lap. “maybe we should try a different approach. how’s that sound, angel?”
older!boyfriend pete who gripped your hip with one hand, attempting to keep you still as you squirmed on his cock impatiently. “if you focus for me, you’ll get what you want.” he promised, breathing down your neck from behind your shoulder. you only whimpered in response, trying to shift your weight, desperate for any sort of friction. but pete’s hand denied you steadily, forcing you to pay attention to the paper in front of you. just to go the extra mile, he curled his other hand over yours, grazing your skin as your pencil moved shakily to the next problem.
older!boyfriend pete who’s finally in control. “i know you can do this, sweetheart. can you at least try for me?” he’d kiss your hair, trying to coax you even further. “okay,” you murmured, sitting up to poise yourself and attempt to concentrate. pete’s cock throbbed in you as he watched your back arch perfectly against his chest. you sat so pretty on his dick - it ached him to make you wait like this. as you moved to each problem absently, pete whispered little praises in your ear to keep you going. “good job, baby. look at you go. not so hard, is it?"
older!boyfriend pete who watched your broken reactions after each comment, clearly trying not to unravel. you obviously felt equally distracted, the pulsing in your core messing with your brain signals. you felt lightheaded with anticipation, feeling him bulge inside you with every twitch of his dick. scribbling down a random answer at the last problem, you slammed down your pencil and let out a whine of relief. “my smart girl.” he’d purr, not even checking if your number was right. “so patient and eager just for me.”
older!boyfriend pete who’d slip his hands up your shirt and pull it off tantalizingly slow just to push you even further. his eyes would gleam at the sight of you in his favorite pink lacy bra that he’d bought you. “wore this just for me, hm?” he teased, smiling proudly. the ache burned as pete gripped your hips possessively, lifting you off his dick and flipping you around so that you're straddling above him now. “yes, mr. wentz”, you moaned, completely wanton as he lowered you down for the second time now.
older!boyfriend pete who stopped halfway inside of you, leaving you hovering as he held you up. “what'd you jus’say?” he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, mouth curving up into something small. you felt a rush of humiliation through your veins as you started to stumble over your words, but pete cut you off. “say it again, baby.” you swallowed, looking into his eyes deeply. “yes, mr. wentz,” you mewled quietly, feeling a little more small than before.
older!boyfriend pete who thought you were absolutely adorable, smirking cheekily now as he lowered you down fully without warning. you whined embarrassedly loud, the sudden stretch hurting so good that you thought you might cum on the spot. pete guided you through it slowly, thrusting up into the right spot that made you want to melt right down onto him. "you're the best student ive ever had, honey." he'd groan in between rough huffs and thrusts.
older!boyfriend pete who'd wave goodbye to you innocently from the front door as if he hadn't just completely ruined you earlier. "that pete sure is a nice man," your mom chimed, waving back as you buckled into the car. “did you have fun? learn a lot?” she inquired, driving away. “yeah, we got my homework done,” you nodded while looking out the window. “he’s lots of fun.” you smiled silently. “good! then we’ll see him on thursday as well.” your mom reminded as you felt your heart flutter. it seemed like you weren't getting rid of “pete the tutor” anytime soon.
older!boyfriend pete who’d reward you every single time you did well on a test. the praise was different every week - new panties, new bra, a wad of money, or simply just mind-blowing sex. as soon as your grade seemed to be miraculously picking up, there was nobody more proud of you than pete. you had no idea how but it seemed that for whatever reason his lewd study methods had actually been working.
older!boyfriend pete who was practically beaming every time you brought him a new high score, calling you his smart little girl and showering you in kisses. the fact that you were so impressionable and desperate for him that you’d use him as a motivator for school just riled him up so much. he truly did love you more than anything...hopefully now you two could keep up this act for as long as possible...
blue ray: oh hey
you: i didnt order you
blu-ray dvd: still in amazon box blud when are they gonna deliver me to my designated house
blue ray: you dont….want…me…?
you: no, actually ur pretty cute ur so handsome
blue ray: oh ok cool cool thanks thanks
ray yanks out his guitar and plays insane guitar riff
you: holy moly guacamole…..😍😍😍
blue ray: notices ur face heh..was it that good????
you: maybe…tehe.. looks to the side and blushes like a pro tsundere ahh
blue ray: heh... so.. i dont really have a home so... could i just live here...forever...? you seem like a really cool person..
your eyes brighten with delight
you: OH MY GOD YES!!!! PLEASE LIVE WITH ME UR SO.....................HOT!!!!
blue ray blushes when you say the word hot
blue ray: woah.......😧......t-thanks..... gets shy and is very flattered
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