Word Count - 2.4k
Warnings: Hair pulling, dirty talk, little bit of daddy kink, heavily implied that dream has a praise kink, irl names used.
Summary: F!Reader has an essay due at midnight; but her boyfriend is being rather distracting.
The cursor blinks on the screen, taunting. I've made progress; but its still a far cry from the four thousand words I need.
I sigh, reaching across the bed to my energy drink and took a sip, swishing the peach flavor around in my mouth as I try to think of what to write next.
Caught up in my essay, I barely notice the door opening.
"Hi."
I glance up to see Clay standing in our room stretching, shirtless in a pair of sweatpants.
"Hey," I smile at him, not hiding my scan down his body, "recording go well?"
He nods, leaning over to peak at my computer screen, flicking his blond hair out of his eyes.
"Whatcha doin?"
I gesture vaguely to the screen.
"Essay. Four thousand words, incredibly boring, due at midnight."
Clay groans, "does that mean I can't hang out with you?"
"You can hang out all you want," I let out a small chuckle, turning back to my screen, "I just have to focus."
He pulls back, sighing dramatically.
"Fiiiine."
I continue my typing, the sounds of Clay shuffling around the room, fidgeting with random objects fading into background noise, until he returns to the side of the bed, plopping down next to me, barely missing the energy drink propped up against my arm.
"Careful, Clay," I grab the can just in time to stop it from spilling onto the sheets, sipping the liquid that collected on the top, "you're gonna spill my drink."
"Well, why don't you just drink it faster?" he laughs, plucking the can from my hand and raising back to his feet. I turn to look at him from where I lay, propped up on my elbows.
"I need that. Give it back."
"Tilt your head back," he waves the can above me, smiling like a dork. I roll my eyes, laughing.
"I'm not going to let you pour Red Bull all over our bed-"
"C'mon," he drags out, "tilt your head back."
"Fine," I relent, knowing the sooner I give in, the sooner I can return to my paper, "but you're the one who has to clean the sheets if we spill."
He nods- seeming satisfied with the deal as I tilt my head and open my mouth. Cautiously, he tips the can, letting the peach liquid pour down to my tongue. He looks rather proud of his aim, smiling down from beside the bed.
After a couple of seconds, I tap the mattress, letting him know to stop pouring and close my lips around the mouthful. Mission success, I suppose. No spills.
"See?" he kneels down beside the bed, bringing his face close to mine, looking into my eyes. "Now swallow."
I feel my face flush as I gulp down the drink. The request is playful; but there's a new intensity in Clay's eyes as I stick out my tongue to prove I've done as I was told.
He raises a hand to my face, cupping my cheek, and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. I nearly pulled him in to deepen the kiss, wanting so much more, but...
