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Miguel O’Hara. The top student in your class. Always kept to himself, spent all day studying - usually at the library on campus - or at the gym near his faculty.
You hadn’t interacted with him much over the few semesters you’d shared classes, but you’d had your eye on him for some time now. And he knew of you too.
Professional procrastinator, as he’d nicknamed you in his mind. Barely went to class - only if assistance was mandatory - turned in only the necessary work to pass, and somehow got a passing grade on most finals.
You had a bit of a reputation, not too much that people would call you a whore, but enough that if you asked someone a favor, they knew what you were offering in return. Miguel had been relieved that you’d never asked anything of him, it’d be awkward when he refused. Because he’d surely refuse… yeah…
A calm Tuesday afternoon Miguel was, as usual, studying at the library, preparing for the rapidly approaching exams. His eyes went over the material time and time again, trying to memorise all the words, burn the theory into his brain so he could later work on the practice. So focused that he was, he didn’t notice you approaching his desk until you were by his side leaning on it.
“Hey Miggy” You whispered to his ear as to not disturb the people studying around you. He nearly jumped out of his own skin, knocking his knee on the table and muttering a curse, “Jesus Christ…” He mumbled, clutching his chest and glaring at you. “What? And don’t fucking call me “Miggy”, we’re not friends”. He whispered angrily, at which you chuckled, moving his books and loose notebook pages out of the way to sit on his desk. “I need a favor, and you’re gonna help me” You whispered back with a grin already forming on your face.
He froze. He knew what this meant, and he wasn’t so sure he could reject you anymore. In his mind it was easy, sure. But now… looking at you, sitting on his desk with one foot resting on the edge of his chair between his legs… and the way you were looking at him…
Before he could even open his mouth to try to protest, you leaned in slightly, grabbed the back of his chair and pulled him closer. “I might have something for you if you help me…” You said, your grin turning into a soft smirk as your eyes drifted down to his lips.
He blinked a few times, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of the water. “I- I’m not interested, thank you” He muttered when he finally found his voice, but his eyes were glued to your lips too as he spoke.
You grinned and chuckled. “You sure about that, Miggy?” Your hand moved from the backrest to his shoulder, then down his arm to his wrist, grabbing it softly and guiding it to your chest, letting it rest there for a moment. “It’s just a small…” You whispered as you slowly moved his hand lower, “Little…” And lower, “Favor…” And lower until you felt his fingers grip your belt to stop you from going any lower, his eyes wide and cheeks slightly tinted red.
“What do you need?” He asked before he could stop himself, and immediately regretted it when he saw your grin grow. “The quantum mechanics project… I haven’t started it and it’s due next week.” You replied, inching his hand lower again.
His breath hitched and his eyes snap to yours. “You want me to do your whole project??” He asked in a whispered yell. You nodded and pressed his palm against your bulge, making his eyes widen and cheeks burn again. “Wha- what the hell are you doing-?” He muttered, the words dying in his throat as he felt your dick twitch in your pants from the contact.
You leaned even closer. “Come on Miggy… you’re smart, aren’t you? I know you can do it.” You murmured against his lips. “Need a little incentive?” You asked with a smirk, slowly rubbing his hand on your crotch, making him gasp and hold his breath for a moment, his eyes closing as he thought about it. He’d said he’d refuse if this ever happened… why wasn’t he refusing? Why was he even considering it? What was the incentive?
He frowned. He shouldn’t be thinking about that, he… he didn’t care what the incentive was, right? Yeah… he- he didn’t…
“What’s the incentive?” He asked without opening his eyes, too ashamed of himself for being so weak to your teasing. You take your free hand under his chin and lift it with one finger, waiting for him to open his eyes and look at you. “Wanna find out?” You reply when his eyes meet yours and, against his better judgement, he nods.
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The small stall was barely big enough for the two of you to stand inside it, forcing your bodies to press against each other.
Miguel didn’t know what to do, he was frozen against the stall’s door, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. You on the other hand, were barely containing yourself; one hand gripping his waist and another one on his chest, eyes on his lips.
You leaned in even closer, your breaths mixing together as you both panted from the anticipation alone. “Can I, Miggy?” You whispered against his lips, eyes now locked on his, your grip on his waist softening. He hesitated, taken slightly aback by the sudden gentleness. “Wh- what are you going to do?” He asked, nervous and already regretting agreeing to this.
Instead of answering, you trailed your hands down his chest until they reached his belt, and slowly started undoing the buckle. “What do you think, pretty boy?” You replied with a grin before suddenly turning you both around and pushing Miguel back, making the back of his legs hit the toilet. He hurriedly put the seat cover down and sat on it, looking up at you with big, nervous eyes.
You bit your lower lip and gently caressed his cheek. “You look so pretty looking up at me like this…” You murmured before sinking to your knees in the small space and slowly moving your hands back to his pants, working the button and zipper open.
Miguel was a wreck. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even think. This was all too much, too sudden. You appeared out of the blue, tangled him in your spiderweb with your bold actions and suggestive words. And now that you had him practically at your mercy, you were being gentle and - if he didn’t know better - almost loving.
While he was caught up in his spiralling thoughts, you started pulling his pants and underwear down, tapping his thigh to snap him out of it. “Lift up, please.” You said softly, pulling his bottom half fully off once he did, leaving him feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable, anticipation buzzing through his veins.
You stared at him, practically salivating. You trailed your hands up his thighs slowly, stopping only an inch away from his dick. It was already hard, leaking and more than ready for whatever you were going to do, even if Miguel, mentally, wasn’t.
You leaned closer, your breathing hitting his shaft, your eyes fixed on his. “You okay there, Miggy?” You asked with a grin. He nodded, then shook his head, then just closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “Just- stop teasing me… please…” He begged, clenching his hands into fists to keep his cool and not grab your head and thrust into your mouth.
“Relax, Miggy” You whispered before taking the head inside your mouth. His eyes shot open and he had to bite his lip to hold back a moan. “Ffffuck…” he whimpered, gripping the toilet seat to ground himself. “Fuck wait I- fuck it’s good…” he mumbled under his breath, eyes rolling back when you took him deeper, your right hand stroking whatever you couldn’t take down your throat.
Miguel started thrusting up slowly to match your rhythm, losing his inhibitions slightly and letting some moans fall from his lips, one of his hands unclenching and moving to the back of your head to guide your movements. “That- that’s it… yeah.. come on come on…” he muttered, lost in the feeling.
You could feel his abs tightening and the muscles of his thighs tensing up. He was so close already, you debated wether or not to let him cum, but his grip on your hair tightened, and the choice wasn’t yours to make anymore.
He was loud, even when he put his free hand over his mouth, he was loud. He moved your head up and down his length at a pace that had your eyes watering and struggling to breathe. Suddenly, he pushed his dick all the way down your throat, your nose buried in his pubic hair, and he held you there while he came.
The moans that he let out, even though muffled, were beautifully lewd and loud. It felt like he’d completely lost it, like he didn’t care you were in the library’s bathroom where people could probably hear him from the outside.
You stayed there, barely breathing and choking on his cum. Once he let go of your hair, you pulled his dick out of your mouth slowly, swallowed and looked up at him with a grin. “So, you doing my project?” You asked, still catching your breath.
He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, panting heavily and still coming down from his high. “You… you’d do this again if… if I do it?” He asked, too out of it to care at this point.
You shook your head and got off your knees, standing up and leaning down to be face to face with him. “If you do my project, and you get me an A… you can do whatever you want to me.” You said with a smirk, reveling on his utterly shocked expression. “…anything?” He whispered, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide. “Anything.” You responded, never breaking eye contact.
You trailed a finger from his cheek to his jaw then his chin, and tilted his face up slightly. “So you better get to work, pretty boy.”