I’ve got a prompt for your blurb night can you write semi-public sex with frat!tom? maybe at a party or before one of your exams bc you’re too stressed out and he wants to help 👀
omg okay just breathe girl breathe, smell the flowers and cool the tea. my mouth dropped when i read this. i went for the exam situation bc i know @duskholland wrote this, which is a piece of art that should never be repeated. anyways sorry for any mistakes but i hope you like it x
word count: 1k
warnings: smut (18+) minors dni, exhibitionism but not really, fingering, dirty talk and a cocky!fratboy!tom.
Staring down at the blank sheet of paper, you felt as if you were on the verge of tears, hands clasping together in your lap, sweaty palms rubbing together. Tom, your boyfriend, looked at you through worried eyes as he noticed your anxious stature, hunched over with heavy shoulders.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh in an attempt to comfort you.
“No. I am not okay. How am I suppose to write an essay in less than an hour and a half about whatever topic Mr. Woods chooses?” You blurted, body pent up with stress. “Fuck, why did I decide to do history?”
“It’s one test. Relax.” He purred, hand squeezing your thigh.
You sent him a death stare, unamused at his attempt to calm you. He chuckled at your not-so-intimidating look, lifting his baseball cap from his head, fixing his curly locks, before putting it backwards on his neat hair. Not a care in the world, even though he was taking the same exact test.
How you ended up dating a notorious fratboy would forever puzzle you. Two completely different people, yet so naively in love with one another. He glanced at the clock, noticing the class didn’t begin for another five minutes. Dating a studious women meant that he was never late for class, always at least ten minutes early. A sinister smirk carved into his face as his mind came up with a sinful solution to resolve your stress.
He scooted closer, shoulder brushing against yours. His hand glided higher, stopping as fingers brushed under the bottom of your skirt. Breath hitched sending him a warning look. “Tom, behave.” You muttered, trying to back away from his presence but to no prevail as your back pressed against the wall.
“What baby girl? You said you were stressed. And you’ve been so busy studying, you haven’t let me touch you in weeks. I bet you haven’t even touched yourself. Let me help.”
Eyes bulged from their sockets, darting around the room to see if anyone was looking. But everyone was too busy panicking about the test to notice the couple in the corner. You swallowed air, trying to hold a poker face, not giving him any satisfaction.
His fingertips rose higher, grazing the fabric of your panties. “C’mon open up for me. Nobody’s looking. We don’t have much time.” He whispered, hot breath fanning over your ear sending shivers down your spine.
As his fingers found your clit, you grasped his forearm, eyes shut tight. He was right, you haven’t touched yourself in a while. So what harm?
Shifting your body, you parted your thighs allowing his hand to slip down between them. They teased over the damp material, pressing against your soaked folds. Your heat radiating against his touch. “Oh baby, my poor baby girl. You weren’t looking after yourself. Don’t worry I got you now.”
His voice was low, soft, caring but laced with lustful and a burning desire. Knowing time was limited, he didn’t have time for teasing. Moving your panties to the side, he finally came in raw contact with your core. Fingertips sliding through your silky lower lips, from your entrance to clit. Hips rutted against him, desperate for relief. Being sexual frustrated and stressed about the exam was not an option.
He propped his outer leg up on his chair, concealing your body. His fingers went to work, rubbing circles around your neglected, swollen clit. Your throat tightened, lips pursed preventing your angelic sounds from escaping. “Good girl.” He hummed, kissing your temple.
His motions were calculated, precise. The pressure he applied was memorising, the familiar knot building in the pit of your stomach causing you to clench your thighs, closing them, catching his hand between them. “Shh, relax. I know you wanna cum.”
A soft whimper left your lips, obliging relaxing your tense legs. His fingers glided down south, dipping into your weeping core. Two digits stretched you open, curling to find your hidden g-spot. He knew your body too well.
Fingernails clawed into his exposed forearm, leaving behind crescent marks. You tried to keep your temptations to moan his name at bay. His fingers pumped into you at a merciless pace, the clock ticking down.
He leaned closer, pressing into you. “You love it don’t you? You love the fact you could get caught. All these innocent people could find out what a naughty girl you are for me.”
Tom was exactly right, it turned you on to know you could get caught. Your teeth buried into your lip, muffling your moans. His fingers continued to stretch you, fill you. You knew you were approaching your climax. He could sense it too.
“Atta girl. Such a good girl. Let go for me. Don’t I feel so good stretching you out, bet you wish it was my big cock, filling you. Wanna feel you cum on my fingers, I wanna taste. Go on babygirl.”
His low sensual voice, his praise, his attentive fingers. It was too much for your overwhelmed body. Arching your back slightly, your walls engulfed him, clutching around his thick digits as the wave of pleasure crashed over you.
A few soft whines were caught in your throat as body shook. His free hand grabbed your thigh, holding it steady, trying to keep you stable. He hushed praises into your ears, fingers moved gentle as they helped you ride out your high.
“Alright class, you know what’s happening today, so I hope you are all ready!” A loud voice echoed through the auditorium, snapping you out of the euphoric haze.
Toms hands snapped away from between your thighs, straightening his body, shrugging his shoulders as if nothing just happened. His glistening fingers slowly gravitated to his hungry mouth, quickly sucking them clean.
Mouth dropped, shocked at his shameless behaviour. His infamous smirk returned before sending you a cheeky wink. “You better ace this test now.”