pairing: tristan dugray x fem!reader
description: you and tristan have been competing academically at chilton for years, and it’s not exactly like you two have a peachy relationship. translation: you hate each other. however, you’re forced to work on a final group project together that’s worth a huge chunk of your grade. both stressed out from finals season, maybe it’s time to find a new thing to compete and see who’s better at, something that satisfies the both of you way more than schoolwork.
warnings: 16+ only, smut, blow job, face sitting
notes: i feel like i got way too carried away with this one but oh well… i’ve been getting a ton of requests to write more after my first story and i’m sorry this one took so long <333
You’ve come to the conclusion that Tristan Dugray is impossible. Today you were invited (more like forced) to come to his house to work on a final project. However, he seems hellbent on doing anything and everything he can to slow your progress. You didn’t understand how he got such good grades, good enough to rival even yours, if he had such a devil-may-care attitude about schoolwork. God, he annoyed you so much, and at a time when you already had so much stress built up from final exams, you were at your breaking point.
“Stop being so tightly wound,” Tristan scoffed, “I bet this is your first time in a boy’s room” He was seated next to you on his bed. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the buttons mostly undone. Your eyes drifted every now and then to his defined chest muscles. A pencil was tucked behind his ear.
“As opposed to you, who fucks every living thing, probably doesn’t even make them cum, and never looks their way again,” you responded bitterly, not taking your eyes off your notes.
“Oh? What makes you think I don’t make the girls I sleep with cum?” he suddenly shut his notebook, which he was only pretending to write in, and sat up at attention. Of course now that you two were talking about your sex lives, he was attentive and ready to participate.
“Just a hunch about guys like you.”
“Guys like me?” There was a hint of teasing in his voice, egging you on.
“The hot popular kids everyone wants to fuck, and when they finally get a chance, the sex is disappointing and the guy is gone in the morning.”
“I’m a guy that everyone wants to fuck?” he asked in a cocky tone, inching closer to you, almost breathing in your ear. “Including you?”
“No chance in hell.” You quickly shot back, but not before he saw your flustered complexion and nervous fidgeting.
“Hmm, I’m not sure if I believe that,” he replied, “Let me make a proposition to you. Since you claim I suck so bad in bed, let’s have a little bet. If you win, I’ll help you with this dumb project.”
“What’s the bet?” You said, gulping.
“Let’s see how fast we can make each other cum. I’ll time it. Judging by how visibly tense your shoulders are, you need a major stress reliever.”
You hated the fact that he was right. Everything had been weighing down on you so hard that you felt badly stretched thin. Plus, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. There wasn’t really any harm in this… right?
“I’ve never been one to shy away from a wager, but… one question. What happens if you win?”
“Let’s just say I get a special request from you.” He smirked.
“Deal. Uh, who should go first?” You found yourself more nervous than expected now that the real thing was getting closer.
“Ladies first is what I always say.” Tristan grinned, retrieving a pulling out his phone to set the stopwatch.
Huh, I guess the best strategy would be to suck him off, you thought to yourself. You gently lowered yourself onto the floor in front of Tristan, finding a comfortable position on your knees. Looking up at Tristan, you could tell he was getting flustered at the sight of you kneeling for him. You smiled to yourself. He was cute with sweaty hands and red cheeks. You reached up and pulled the zipper down on his khaki pants. He was wearing checkered boxers, and the tip of his dick had leaked a patch of pre-cum onto them. You wrapped your fingers around his clothed clock, making him let out a breathy groan. His head was tilted back, lips open, and adam’s apple showing on his throat. You couldn’t deny it, you liked what you saw. You pulled down his underwear and revealed his hard, needy dick. Quickly, you took the tip in your mouth and massaged it with your warm tongue.
“Agh, y/n, please!” He shouted, his brows knitted together in pleasure.
His moans turned you on too, and soon you shifted to place your knee underneath your clothed clit. You began slowly rubbing yourself up and down against your own leg, feeling the tingly vibrations and warm pleasure waves make their way throughout your body. You took him fully in your mouth, licking up and down his shaft whilst sucking. Every now and then you would moan against his dick, sending vibrations up the sensitive body part. He was thrusting his hips now, desperate.
“You’re good at this babygirl, just a little bit more!”
The nickname increased the pulsating sensation in your clit, you desperate for him. You began bobbing your head at a merciless pace, bringing him closer to orgasm. He let out a strangled moan, yelling a mixture of affectionate nicknames and your name. His hot cum shot down your throat, which you swallowed quickly.
“Did you swallow my cum?” He asked, still breathing heavily, while reaching over to stop the timer.
You nodded, wiping around your mouth and standing.
“Fuck, I really like you.”
You felt crimson reach your cheeks.
“I- thanks, um… what’s the time?”
“3 minutes and 17 seconds,” he said sheepishly.
“Not bad.” You commented, shrugging.
“Ready for your turn? I saw you humping your leg while you were giving me a blowjob, you must really want me, huh?” Of course he had to be as cocky as ever throughout this whole process.
“Shut up.” You responded, taking the initiative to straddle his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders.
You chuckled. For a second, everything froze. You were seated on top of him, gazing into his deep blue eyes. Your gaze drifted to his lips: plump, soft, pink. Was kissing allowed when the stopwatch wasn’t on? Would he think it was weird? Were you the only one who didn’t really care about the bet anymore, and just wanted to have more of him?
“Kiss me, beautiful.” He breathed out.
You closed your eyes and leaned in. His lips were warm and plush against yours. You kissed again and again, lazily making out. He bit your bottom lip gently and tugged on it, causing you to jump and move closer to him. One of his hands moved to your lower back, and the other just below your breasts. He slid his tongue into your mouth. The hot muscle licked against your own, slowly massaging each other. You began slowly grinder against his forming bulge, clit feeling delicious friction. Finally he broke away, and you felt embarrassed for your indulgence.
“Baby, as good as you taste, I kinda wanna eat something else,” he groaned, reaching over to set the stopwatch.
You were surprised. You never really thought of him as the type to eat pussy. You had had a few choice sexual encounters before, but you were still a virgin, and had never been eaten out. However, you had… read some things. So, of course, you weren’t about to say no.
“Let me undress you?” Tristan asked.
You nodded in consent. He lifted off your shirt, revealing an intricate cream-colored bra decorated with a bow and lace.
“You wore lingerie to my house?” He chuckled.
“N-no, it’s—I wear this all the time.” You lied.
“Don’t be shy. It’s exactly what I like to see, babygirl.”
Feeling emboldened, you grabbed his hands and placed them on the breasts. In response, he squeezed them and began playing with your tits.
“Yeah, I did. You have cute tits. I wanna see more.”
He reached behind your back and unclipped your bra with one hand. You had the urge to cover up your naked breasts, but Tristan quickly began sucking on them. He pulled away to rid you of your pants. When you had stripped down to just a pair of underwear, he pressed the base of his palm against your clit and started with circular motions. He then slid your panties down and pocketed them discreetly.
“Sit on my face,” he said, lying back flat on his bed and smirking.
Oh, this was going to be fun. You straddled him and slowly lowered your pussy onto his mouth. You could feel his hot breath sending shivers straight to your clit. You relaxed and placed all your weight on Tristan’s face. He licked a stripe across your cunt, testing the waters. It felt like bliss when his warm tongue met your clit.
You could feel Tristan smiling against your core. He grabbed your hips, shifting you forward so that you clit rested on the tip of his nose. Then, his tongue plunged into you. He began a merciless pace of fucking you with his tongue, hitting your g-spot consistently. You began to drag yourself up and down, his nose providing friction for your clit. Soon you were desperately riding his face as he thrust into you with his tongue.
“T-tristan, I’m getting close!” You stuttered, your mind had gone dumb from pleasure.
“I know baby,” he groaned against you.
He slid his tongue out of you and brought it up to your clit. This time he laid it completely flat against you, inviting you to use him however you wanted to get off. You bucked your hips against his tongue, sliding up and down until your climax started to build.
“I’m cumming!” You yelled.
A string of moans which mostly consisted of “Oh, Tristan!” left your mouth. You gushed onto his face. Slowly, you lifted yourself off him and laid down on his right, panting and cunt aching with pleasure. Tristan was good. He casually laced his fingers with yours.
“Not just okay,” you giggled.
He grinned at you, cheeks dusted with red, and sat up to check the stopwatch. Glee spread across his face.
“3 minutes and 11 seconds,”
You cursed under your breath. Now all the embarrassing things Tristan might make you do at school were racing through your mind.
“Alright, lay it on me. What’s my punishment? Please don’t make me wear something ridiculous,” you snorted.
Glancing over at Tristan, you realized he had a more serious expression on his face, and wasn’t laughing with you. He looked almost nervous, fidgeting with his fingers and working up the strength to say something.
“Y/n, I want you to let me take you out on a date.” When he saw your shocked expression, he attempted to backpedal and coerce you further, “Look, I know this is all kind of fucked up. I mean, we’ve already given each other head before we’ve had our first date or even, I don’t know, hugged. But I just… really want you to give me a chance.” You could see the sincerity in his eyes.
“Okay, Tristan. I’ll go out with you,” You beamed.
“Great! Uh, I mean, thank you. I won’t let you down.”
He slipped his hand back into yours and gave you a reassuring squeeze. You carefully laid your head on his shoulder and sighed.
“I guess this stupid project can wait until tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” He grinned.
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