MATURE
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You stood in the hallway outside of the great hall waiting for you friends to join you for your final class of the day. It was Friday and one more class granted you freedom for an entire weekend.
"Skip list this once, please," your boyfriend Lorenzo spoke from behind you. His head was placed on your shoulder, a single hand around your waist. His hair was a mess and his face was a bright shade of red. "It's only one class."
You shook your head and reached your arm up to place your hand on his hair, allowing your fingers to get lost in his brunette locks. "I cant Enzo, I promised I wouldn't skip anymore classes this month."
You heard a small whine erupt from Lorenzo's lips, his head digging into the crook of your neck so you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive skin. His hand pressed harder into your waist as he pulled you against him. "I'm begging you."
You turned around to face him at the feeling of something poking your back. You looked at his scruffy hair and pleading eyes as you spun around to face him, his hand falling from your waist when your eyes wandered down to his problem.
Your eyes went wide, your eyebrows lifting slightly at the surprising phenomenon. So that was why he was being so whiny and clingy. You smirked when you noticed his failing facade falter even more, his neediness for you becoming increasingly impatient. You watched Lorenzo squirm around. "I really do need to go." You placed a kiss on his lips, his chasing after yours when you pulled away, before making your way to the class with your three friends who had just entered the hall and were looking for you.
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Lorenzo, like any other Friday, took himself to your dorm and crashed down on your bed. He looked at the pictures of you that you had hung up on the wall beside your bed. He truly wished you were there to relieve him.
He found comfort in your bed, his body sinking unwillingly into the sheets below. He'd only been there for ten minutes and was already anticipating your return.
Trying to control himself, he placed a pillow over his crotch and closed his eyes. If he couldn't see the problem - it didn't exist. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows behind his head, sucking his own lip into his mouth and taking a couple deep breaths.
Lorenzo let out an agitated groan and turned himself around, the pillow sandwiched in between his legs while his arms fold across his chest. He rolled over a few more times until he finally felt as though he couldn't take it anymore.
He let his hand travel down to where the pillow was between his legs and pulled it away, one hand undoing his belt to pull it off, while the other focused on the fly of his trousers, pulling it down to reveal the waistband of his boxers.
Lorenzo thought about it for a second, there was a small chance of him being caught by anyone who had access to your dorm, but you'd be gone for at least the next half-hour so he was sure he'd have enough time.
He looked towards the door to ensure that no one would disturb him before pulling himself out from his underwear. He whined quietly at the feeling of his hand on the base of his dick. Closing his eyes he began to stroke himself at a slow pace, his head falling deeper into the pillows, his hips unintentionally bucking upwards and into his hands.
Letting his hand and hips continue their movements, he allowed his mouth to fall down and let out a strained moan at the feeling. He tried to imagine it was your hands pleasuring him, and not his. He was desperate to be touched, for your touch.
"Ok I actually felt kind of bad so-" you made your way into your dorm, turning your body to the bed as you closed the door before spinning back around. Your eyes caught sight of your boyfriend laying on your bed, dick in hand as he got himself off due to your absence. "Really couldn't wait that long huh?"
He stopped to look up at you, his eyes more needy that previously, his hand still around the base of himself.
You made your way over to your bed and sat next to him. You watched him watch you as you slowly sunk your hands under his white button shirt, his jumper laying somewhere on the ground from where he pulled it off in agitation. Lorenzo shuddered at the feeling of you on his abs, his hand started its movements again, your other hand making its way to undo his buttons. You got to the final button and pulled the shirt to the side, revealing his bare torso to you.
"Is this what you want?" You murmured against his chest before placing a couple of scattered kisses, some being hard enough to leave marks. Lorenzo didn't answer, his eyes closing at the delicate contact of your lips on his skin. "Come on, I'm here now - tell me what you want me to do."
His gaze fell back on your own when you sat up, his hand coming to a stop another time. He thought about it for a second, there was nothing he didn't want you to do. He wanted you to do everything to him.
"Please," he desperately looked back down to where he held himself in his hand, a smirk growing on your face, you knew what he wanted; but you wanted him to say it.
You leaned closer to his face, joining your lips to his in a swift dance before pulling away. "Tell me what you want me to do, Lorenzo."
He gave himself a minute to think before finally speaking up. "I want you to suck me off." You gave him a smile and placed a kiss on his cheek before moving down to the end of the bed, him analysing your movements intently.
You took him from his hand and wrapped your own around, you stroked him a couple of times before out stretching your tongue to meet his tip. You watched Lorenzo as a low moan escaped his lips at the small amount of contact. You paid close attention to his sensitive area, licking it with the top of your tongue before taking it in your mouth and sucking lightly.
Your boyfriend's hand found itself lost in the sheets, gripping harshly at the feeling of your tongue where he needed you most.
You smirked before moving your hands out of the way and taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, you pushed your head further than you knew you could go, gagging slightly before moving upwards and placing your hands back at the base.
Lorenzo lay helplessly in front of you, his mouth agape as he tried not to make too much noise as you hadn't had the time to place a silencing spell.
You took him back into your mouth another time, Lorenzo's hand unintentionally coming up to your head. He shied away and pulled his hand back, wanting you to be in control of the situation. You bobbed your head up and down, using one of your hands to grab his and bring it back to your head, letting him know that he had the ability to change your pace and help you get him off.
You felt his legs shake slightly as he pushed your head down, your hand still on his to ensure that he knew you were ok with him doing this. Lorenzo really wasn't the one to push your head down or tell you how to pleasure him, you always did such a good job - but today was different for the both of you.
"Fuck," he cursed from above you, you speeding up your pace as you monitored his breathing to keep note of how close he was and what was helping him reach that desired climax.
You moved your lips back up to his tip, placing your tongue in the slit and sucking harshly once, your hands massaging the rest of him. Lorenzo let our a hiss at the feeling and bucked his hips, his dick meeting the back of your throat as you came down it. You smirked before swallowing and pulling away.
"Holy fucking shit." His grip on the sheets loosened, and his eyes fell closed for another time.
You moved up to the bed and leaned on his unclothed chest, placing a light kiss to his neck before looking up at his worn-out state. "This is the last time I skip class for you."
sorry if this is shit!
guys i'm such an artist now it's crazy,
i even drew this scenario while procrastinating writing it!
i would show you but it won't let me
please be patient with me, i have like 7-8 unfinished tasks to get to
adiós!
