Tim Laflour x Reader *NSFW WARNING*

Homework

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Today was Monday, and you sat in class, writing down the notes that the teacher scribbled away onto the chalkboard.

"Now, class, you have a test tomorrow, so I expect you work diligently on this homework. Do not forget to complete the Section 2 reading, and.." 

You glanced over at Tim, as he yawned wearily.

The teacher continued to speak and walked past your desk to pass around textbooks.  

The bell finally rung, and Tim ran his hands through his shimmery blonde hair.

He stood up quickly and grabbed his poetry book.

Then, you noticed he left his bag.

"Tim, wait up!" You called after him, standing up and grabbing the satchel and the textbook your teacher placed on his desk.

You and Tim were best friends, stuck together like glue. He was an eccentric guy, obsessed with piercings and hockey. And his pledge.

No meat, drinking, and sex. All forms. And he didn't seem like breaking that pact anytime soon. Or did he?  

"Ah, sorry dog, forgot you were a slowpoke." He cracked a mischievous smile and snickered as you playfully hit his arm.

"Shut up, you idiot." You couldn't help but grin as well, he just had that kind of charisma on everyone. 

"But, anyways, you forgot your bag, you dunce." You extended your arm, handing it to him.

"Ah, thanks.. So, uh.. you mind helpin' me with that homework? I wasn't really listening to what that guy said." He smiled sheepishly.

"Alright, sure. Can we go to your place?" 

"Yeah, that'll be good." He smirked, placing his hands on your shoulders from behind, wobbling you around.

"You're so dumb." You rolled your eyes.

"Aww, don't be so mean to me."  

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A couple minutes later, you finally arrived at his dorm.

He lifted up his shirt, reaching for the key piercing that hung low in his pants.

You stared, deeply mesmerized.

"What, couldn't help but look?" He smirked.

"In your dreams.." You quickly looked away. He was right.

He opened the door and dropped his bag beside the wall.

"We're here, Darryl!" He hollered, leaning against the door. "Guess he's not here." He shrugged, turning on the lights, now leading you to his room.

You looked around the walls, and noticed posters of bands, clothes scattered across the floor in corners, piercing photos, and all sorts of stuff that just made sense.

You opened his bag and tossed the textbook onto the bed.

"Alright, it's page 234, so get out a pencil."

You reached for your own book and sat on the bed with him.

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He groaned exhaustedly as the both of you finished up the last question.

"Why is philosophy so hard? Goddamnit, don't make me do that again."

"You're so stupid, it was literally so simple." You laughed, smiling and giggling away.

"Oh yeah? Well-- Well, you're stupid too, no, you're an imbecile, how about that?" He looked away, arms crossed with an irritated expression.

You burst out laughing again.

He pushes you playfully, and you push him back. The two of you begin to wrestle, play-hitting like idiots and he eventually overpowers you. He was a tall and muscular guy, it was no surprise that he would beat you in seconds.

He's now above you, and your expression changes into one of pure embarrassment.

"This is.. an interesting situation." You chuckle nervously.

For some reason, Tim didn't respond. Instead, he looked at your lips.

As you joked once more, trying to change the mood, you realized he just wasn't saying anything at all. 

"Tim? Timmy?" You snapped your fingers in his face.

 He stretched his arms, reaching for your face, but paused, as if he's trying to get a better look.

"..Tim?" You whispered, looking into his beautiful, blue eyes. His piercings shimmered in the light as he gazed directly at you. Your face reddened, but you couldn't help but continue looking at his face.

"We.. we can't.." You sit up, smoothing down your shirt from all the rough-housing.

"You're.. right." He looked away, as if he were disappointed, almost..

"..I really want to though." You murmured.

He snapped his head back to you, and instantly climbed over to you. His large hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned in, his lips now pressed firmly against yours. You reach for somewhere to clench, and you hold tightly onto his shoulders as his tongue swirls with your own.

You gasp sharply as he released, and he begins to kiss alongside your neck. You moan softly, now tightening your grip on him. 

"Your.. pledge.. is this.." You whisper, your body tensing up.

 He breathes heavily on your body, kissing you uncontrollably.

He seemed extremely controlled by pure horniness, as if he didn't hear a word you said.

"Tim..?"

"Mm?" He mutters, still kissing your neck.

"Are.. are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, please.." 

He takes off his shirt, and he leans in to kiss you once again. 

"..Can I?" His hands shakily grasp onto your crop top, eagerly ready to take it off.

You nod, and watch as he tosses it off the bed, and instantly begins to remove your bra.

He helps you sit up, and he stares in awe at your breasts.

He scoots closer to you, eagerly holding onto your waist.

He then kneads your tits with his hands, now suckling gently on your nipple.

"You're so soft.." He whispered, kissing you.

You let out a cry, now biting down gently on your lips as he worked away at your chest.

He unzips his pants and throws it across the room. You look down, and you observe the large bulge in his boxers.

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