◜﹒﹟homework distraction﹒drew starkey﹑﹑📚﹗
"you’re doing this now?" your voice was in a hush tone, breath catching when his teeth nip lightly at your shoulder. your focus—half charged laptop, open textbook pressing indentations into your skin while screen was filled with paragraphs and footnotes—was distracted by the blonde haired boy.
"you’re doing this now," he throws back, "during summer .. after you graduated. what the fuck, babe." he slings his arm over waist, pressing his shirtless back closer to you.
your laugh comes out in a breathy huff as his hand skims under your tank top. "i needed the credits to qualify for the certification program."
"bullshit .. you needed to stress yourself out so you'd have an excuse to ignore me in bed." he noses at your neck adding a couple licks. "look at you .. tits all pushed up in this little tank .. and you think i’m just gonna lie here and let you study?"
"i hoped so yes," you say, even as your thighs shift together.
"annnd wrong."
he pulls you, rolls you, so you are on your back and he’s hovering over; a pure sight to see with his messy hair and eyes flicking from your mouth to your tits and back again like he can’t decide which he wants first. your laptop tips off the bed with a soft thud. thankfully, you have an indestructible case. the textbook was also cast aside, making creaking noises, showing how old it is.
"andrew," you arch a brow. "are you fucking serious right now?"
"dead fucking serious."
his mouth drops to your chest, tongue flicking across the edge of your neckline, and you can feel the heat of him between your legs already. you're not wearing a bra. like of course you’re not. your nipples are already tightening, soft fabric dragging over them as he mouths and sucks through the cotton, wetting it completely.
"drew—i have a paper due tonight."
he pulls back just enough to look at you and smirk. "then i guess you better focus real hard while i’m fucking you."
you try to roll away, but his body is heavier and way broader; just his hips pressing yours, his lips brushing down your sternum, open-mouthed kisses that grow wetter by the second. you can feel his breath through the soaked patch over your nipple before he finally mouths around it and sucks.
"shit—" your head falls back against the pillow.
"what was that?"
"nothing .. keep going."
he huffs against your tit, grinning like a smug bastard. "hm thought you had homework."
"i do .. and you’re making it impossible to concentrate."
"good." he drags the tank up, bunches it under your armpits, leaves your tits bare; his tongue draws slow lazy circles around one areola, then the other, studying the mound carefully. your lips part open by the time he blows a stream of air across the wet skin, back arching right off the bed.
"mhm, drew—"
"what’s that?" he taunts with a pearly white smile. "what did i tell you about doing summer courses, huh? wasting time you could be spending like this. underneath me. letting me make you forget every useless lecture you sat through."
"they're not useless," you breathe, but it’s shaky, and your thighs are squeezing around his waist now, pulling him closer without thought.
"your nipples say otherwise."
you swat him half-heartedly, but he catches your wrist, pins it beside your head, and kisses you fully on the mouth .. tongue licking past your lips with an intimacy that drowns out every anxious thought. you can't even explain the familiar taste of his mouth as it fills your own mouth.
he shifts, and his knee presses between your legs, nudging them open while he continues to kiss you harder, growling into your mouth when your hips roll up against his thigh. you curse into the kiss, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other still pinned. he breaks for air, breath ragged. "you feel that? soaking me already. and you’re gonna sit there and tell me that you really want to study right now?"
"yes," you lie, "after."
he slides down your body, kisses your stomach, your hipbones. you jerk when he nips the soft flesh just above your waistband. "i don't believe you."
"too bad."
he tugs your pj shorts off, dragging your panties with them. he doesn’t look away as your cunt’s bared to the warm air—wet, shiny with parted lips.
"jesus christ," he mutters, still in awe "so this what reading textbooks does to you?"
you roll your eyes at words. "no .. this is what you do to me, asshole."
he grins, and then his mouth is right back on you. "nggh—drew—" he groans against your pussy, giving it little kisses and praises the softness. after the prasises are done, he wraps his lips around your bud and sucks on it like he wants to drink the stress out of you. your thighs clamp around his head, probably suffocating him. but he doesn't stop. he eats you rhythmically, thick fingers teasing at your entrance over and over again.
you claw at the sheets, chanting his name and profanties. "fuckfuckfuck—you’re such a—fucking distraction—"
he chuckles, muffled by your cunt. "good distractions are rare .. cherish me."
his finger pushes in, causing you gasp and throw your head back, spine arched. "oh God—yes—right there—"
"you close already? jesus, baby."
you nod frantically, eyes glossing over at the pleasurable sensation. "don’t stop. please—" he speeds up .. another finger joins the first, pumping into you as his mouth seals tight over your clit, tongue flicking in sync with every thrust.
your orgasm hits you very hard, shuddering violently; body going stiff and then melts all at once, a silent cry ushering drew to kiss it all better, "fuck .. you taste good but stressed."
"shut up." you struggle to get out, trying to catch your breath. he crawls back up your body, trails kisses between your tits, licks sweat off your collarbone.
"say it," he whispers, brushing his cock against your now puffy folds.
"say what?" you blink, high off the recent release.
"that you shouldn’t have taken summer classes."
you glare at him. "you’re insufferable."
"say it."
you hesitate, then arch up against him giving him more access to you. "fine .. i shouldn’t have taken summer classes."
"good girl," and he sinks right into you.
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