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Warnings: Math hw. Swearing, lap sitting, nudity, oral(M receiving) Literally porn w/o plot.
This does not connect with the other college student reader x Simon. Cause, reader is a tutor. So there.
You've tutored this guy like seven times. He was huge, a gym guy no doubt. He was hot which helped combat how fucking stupid he could be.
You've went over with him how to do the math but it seemed like he was never focused. Ever. He'd stare at you blankly as you re-read the question, grunted when you asked if he understood, and didn't bother trying to pick up the pencil to attempt a word problem. What a man-child.
It was 8 at night and you were in his dorm room, sighing and dropping the pencil. "Okay Simon. Want me to be honest?" He grunted. Which was an answer. "I don't know if you're going to get through this class of this keeps up. I'll keep helping you but-" you shrugged. "We need to try a new method of tutoring. And you need to be trying to do the work. Okay? No more sitting and staring."
Simon shifted in his seat, his eyes glaring down at the paper as if it called him pitiful. You felt bad now for what you thought previously. You knew he was smart enough to pass this class, he just had to try. "Alright." His voice made you look up at him. "Just- frustrated. 'Avn't had time to myself." You noticed he looked equally as exhausted as you felt.
"College is stressful." You said in agreement. "It's good to have time for yourself, and to spend time with other people especially." You glanced to the side as you briefly thought about your own method of stress relief. A certain amount of inches in your dresser drawer and a vibrator that came separately. You looked back at Simon to find him staring at you. Again. "How do you relieve stress?"
He stares. And it feels like he had read your mind and was looking at the dirty thoughts that clouded your head. You shifted uneasily, but he finally answered. "Working out. Swimmin'. Wrestlin'." He shrugged one shoulder.
You looked at the paper on the table, then at the clock. A stupid, stupid idea came to mind, but it was a last resort. And if it didn't work? Well, you could say you tried. "Okay. I want you to try doing numbers 8, 9, and 10." He started to shift as if getting ready to complain, but you cut in before he could. "And if you can show the work for them, I'll reward you."
This got his attention, fast.
"Reward?" He asked. "What like...candy?" He chuckled.
"No, just- start working on number 8. Without looking at the notes. See what you can do from memory." You felt nervous. You hoped that this wouldn't seem creepy...maybe things worked as well as they did in pornos.
Simon worked through number 8. Once he was finished, you looked over his work. "Good job, you remembered the negative signs too."
He hummed. "So then, what's my reward for this-" But he nearly choked on his words as you suddenly sat on his lap. Your legs resting off the side. His hands twitched and he suddenly felt like his mouth went dry.
You cleared your throat. "Well...you deserve a small reward. So...keep doing more questions and I'll keep rewarding you." You noticed that your voice was softer. Probably nerves. "If this doesn't work for you, I can-"
"No, no, its fine." Simon blinked and cleared his throat. He pulled you closer, wrapping one arm around you while his other hand began to scribble as he worked on the next problem.
Fuck, it was working. He was doing the work, and he wasn't pushing you off his lap. You watched as he scribbled quickly, nervously. You spotted a mistake he made and you rolled your hips. This was something you did to sit up in your chair, not something on purpose. But it got Simon to stop dead in his tracks and squeeze his eyes shut. "You forgot to divide both sides by pi."
Simon opened his eyes and swallowed. "Right...damn pi." He erased, then went at it again. he finished the problem and you nodded.
"Right again." You offered a smile, then you stood up. You could see the look in his eyes, thinking he did something wrong. But you instead slowly peeled off your jeans, and your shirt, leaving you in your underwear and bra. Then you settled back into his lap, his hands sliding across bare skin too eagerly. A stiff lump in the front of his pants told you all you needed to know. "Do the next one. But its a little tricky. But I'll be right here to help you if you get lost."
Your words may have just been wind blowing past the window. He was already writing down on the sheet of paper. As he did, you allowed your fingers to tease at the hem of his shirt in the front of his pants. You monitored his work, his silence and death grip on his pencil not going unnoticed. But he finished the equation, mumbling about how stupid the practice was. "Done." His grunt answer sounded strained.
"Correct again." You picked up the paper, looking over the rest of the questions and finding one of the word problems he had trouble with earlier. "Do this one, and we'll stop there for the day."
Simon glared down at the paper, but when you reached for the clip of your bra and unfastened it, he suddenly couldn't wait to get through it. You didn't remove the little flimsy fabric, instead you leaned up and kissed his neck, a twitch in his jeans had you grinning to yourself. "Do you remember what to do?" Your voice was sultry and damn near teasing.
"Y-yeah, I got it." He went through the steps in his head and wrote them down. You pressed kisses at his neck, tracing a line down his throat with your tongue and he almost snapped his pencil in half. The reward was right in his lap, waiting and wanting. But first he had to earn it. His free hand ran down your bare back, then tugged you closer to him. Once he was done with his equation, he nodded. (Or maybe he swallowed the lump forming in his throat? He forgot.)
You looked over the question and the answer. Sitting up and taking the paper to look better at the messy handwriting. You smiled again and his cock jumped. He was going to get his- "Your answer is wrong."
His brow twitched. "Wrong? Wha-"
"You used pi over 3, should have used pi over 6, then 5 pi over 6..." You explained, and he briefly realized what points you were talking about.
"Do I still get my reward?" He felt so sheepish asking you. He was older than you, for sure, but the eager want in his tone was evident.
"Hmm." You set the paper down, then removed your bra all the way. Simon felt precum staining his jeans and he gripped the edge of his chair, staring at the prettiest tits he's ever seen. "I suppose some kind of reward is still on the table."
He watched as you slowly got to your knees before him, then started to unbutton his jeans and pull them down. He wasn't wearing anything under it, so his cock immediately springing out of his jeans was a surprise. Briefly you thought that had to hurt; commando in jeans. You took his length in one hand, giving it a slow tug and watching him hiss at the feeling.
It's been ages. Years since the last time he fucked. Simon could barely remember the last time he wanked it. Which if he had a clear head, he would know it was about two months ago. He wasn't expecting you to have sex with him however. He could tell with the look in your eyes, the evil glint that made him mentally shake his fist at getting that last question wrong. He was getting his reward, but he was being punished as well.
You spit onto the head of his cock, using it to lubricate him and continued to tug him. His eyes stayed focused on you, trying to focus. A pretty, intelligent, sweet little bird, kneeling between his legs with nothing but your panties on. It was like heaven opened up and gave him a kiss. When you pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, he nearly came from the sight of it. "Fuckkk love, you'll kill me at this rate..." He groaned.
You giggled, watching him rub his face. He twitched on your tongue and you took him further past your lips.
You were secretly sweating.
Simon was thick. His length was fine, average. But the girth of this man was making you nervous. You were a little thankful you didn't try to ride this man. But the idea of trying made your head dizzy and your core clench. Maybe, this will give him the encouragement he needed to do better next time.
Your hands rested on his thighs and you bobbed your head up and down, slowly at first. Simon gasped and you swore he whined when he bucked his hips. You hummed which made him jump. "Shit." He closed his eyes briefly. "I'm so close already, I-" You went faster, using your free hand to cup his balls and softly roll them in your palm.
The man stiffened under your touch, sitting up and pulling out of your mouth. "Fuck! Open for me love-" He was cupping your chin and tilting your head back, and you opened obediently. With a grunt and a quick grind against your lips, he was shooting ropes of cum against your face and neck. Some of it landed on your chest and in your mouth, which you swallowed without command. You were covertly pleased at yourself from how fast you got him to cum. The taste was awful but seeing Simon coming apart was more than worth it.
He sat back in the chair, but then he was leaning close to you, breathing heavily. His forehead pressed against yours, his hooded eyes staring at you with something you haven't seen in years. His hands running through the back of your hair, you realized he was about to kiss you. But he stopped.
Thhen, like cold water splashing on him, he jumped up. "Oh- I'm so sorry, wait here I'll get you somethin'-" He was shuffling to his bathroom to look for a wash cloth. He came back, having tucked his half hard cock back into his jeans and was wiping your face clean. You looked up at him, seeing his cheeks blushing heavily.
You took the cloth from him and wiped the rest off yourself. He helped you find your clothes, and when he handed you your shirt, he mumbled. "Thank you...um...for that. Haven't had some stress relief like tha' in a while."
You slipped your shirt on and then smiled. "I was hoping it would help you focus too. But, yeah, I guess sexual frustration plays a big role in stress too." You packed your things away, getting ready to leave.
Simon seemed on edge. When you asked him about it, he mumbled. "You didn't get any relief...I uh, I just sat back and-"
"Don't." You rested a hand on his arm. "I've been handling my own sort of stress relief, Simon. Don't worry." You could tell he didn't like that answer. Then you added. "Next session, do better on your work. And we'll see where it goes from there." You slipped on your backpack. "And, this doesn't mean anything between us. So don't worry about anything like that."
He chuckled, rubbing his jaw and nodding. "Thanks for lettin' me know. And uh, yeah, I'll do better next time."
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A few weeks passed, you were doom scrolling through some app when you heard a knock at your door. You tossed your phone aside and went to the peep hole, looking through and seeing someone you didn't recognize.
You opened the door and the man grinned at you. "Hey, you do tutoring lessons aye?" The man shifted from one foot to the other. He was wearing a loose dark green tank top and sweat pants. He was tall, he had a certain accent you couldn't place, and he was sporting a mohawk.
"Uh...yeah. Did someone recommend me?"
He nodded. "I need help with some math problems. Nothin too hard." He smirked and tilted his head. "Simon recommended you, said you had a fancy method to help him study. That is, if you have room in your schedule."
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Lol, math, I'm failing my own class rn actually.