smut

Wes Tucker / Chemistry

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You were at your locker contemplating whether to miss next lesson, you picked out your Chemistry book. You hated Chemistry class because you had to sit next to the biggest fuckboy going named Wes.

You hated him with a passion as he never failed to make you angry. He would tease you by drawing things in your notebook and shove your things onto the floor.

The bell rang and you groaned, slamming your locker shut thinking to yourself,

'It's not to late to leave, I can still leave and come back next lesson.' You started walking towards class, going as slow as possible. You pushed the door open and walked into class. He was already sat at the back of the class talking to a girl that was playing with her chewing gum and had her ass sticking all the way out over the desk.

You rolled your eyes and stopped at your desk, waiting for Wes to get up and let you slide into your seat. You looekd him up and down: he was wearing tight black jeans, a red plaid shirt and his hair was messier than usual. He made eye contact with you and told the bimbo he'd talk after lesson.

He looked at you, with an cocky smirk playing on his lips.

"Hi.", he said cockily.

"Can I sit down?" you asked sarcastically.

He shrugged. "I don't know, can you?"

You were already pissed and the teacher wasn't even there yet. You huffed and turned around, before you bent your knees and tried to slide into your seat.

You felt your butt brushing his front, before you landed into your seat. You smiled at him triumphantly showing you made it without him moving and opened your notebook, preparing for the lesson.

Wes adjusted his belt. You looked over at him from the corner of you eye and brushed it off. The teacher came in and after he greeted the class, he started writing a new lesson on the whiteboard.

You jumped up when you felt a hand on your knee. You looked at Wes who was looking straight at the board, copying everything that was being written on into his notebook. His left hand was under the table and you could see the corners of his mouth twitching up because he could see you looked at him from the corner of his eye.

You shook your leg, but his hand began travelling up to your thigh. You tried to push his hands off, but he gripped on to your jeans. Your school didn't have a strict uniform policy, and you were glad, because the thought of Wes seeing you in a skirt and having easy access to your ... was terrifying.

His fingers brushed your crotch and you felt your core tingle. You liked it, but there was no way Wes wasn't going to find out about it.

The teacher turned to you and asked you to read a paragraph from the book. You started reading. You knew this wasn't going to go well, Wes still had his hand on your thigh. Your eyes widened when you felt his fingers undo your jean button and pulled the zipper down.

You coughed and tried to concentrate on the sentences in front of you. You almost choked when his index traced the line of your pants. Your hands were on the book, so you couldn't shove him away. Your voice trembled when his fingers slipped into your panties so you began to squeeze your legs shut, hoping he could not get access.

Then you finished your text, and Wes had to go next. He started reading as his fingers were brushing your skin. This time you didn't push his hand away.

He smirked as he read, rubbing your clit with his index, his palm pressed against your pelvis. You started to move around and he could see you from the corner of his eye. You bit your lip and concentrated on his reading. You could feel the teacher's eyes on you two, waiting for Wes to finish his reading so he could explain.

Wes' voice went husky and you could hear his deathly smirk.

"Thank you, Wes." the teacher said before going back to his desk.

Wes' whole hand started rubbing circles against you clitoris and you clenched your legs shut.

"No.", he whispered and after he made sure the teacher wasn't looking, he leaned down to your ear:

"Do you want me to finger you y/n?" he whispered making sure you felt his hot breathe as he tugged at your earlobe.

You bit your lip and spread your legs, answering his question.

"Good girl.", he chuckled and turned to the teacher who called his name to pay attention.

His fingers stopped moving and you were unpatient. Wes was writing in his notebook and you did the same, whilst his hand burned your pussy.

You almost broke your pen when you felt his middle fingertip tease you. He ran his finger up and down your slit whilst his right hand came to your notebook and scribbled something on it. You looked down at it, your vision went blurry from the pleasure.

'you're so wet baby'

He was right.

You moaned when his finger entered you unexpectedly. Everyone turned to look at you.

"Is there a problem Miss y/l/n?", the teacher asked.

Wes sped up his pace and you gulped, shaking your head.

"Nothing just...I hit my leg."

Everyone went back to their work.

Wes' finger kept pumping in and out of you, making you stand at the edge of your seat. His warm skin was pure bliss to you, and you would have never imagined that he could be so good. You closed your eyes.

His thumb pressed against your clit and he started doing eights. He added another finger, making you almost moan out in pleasure.

His fingers scissored inside of you bit your lip, feeling close to your release when he touched your g-spot.

Your mind went hazy and you clenched your walls around him, earning a low growl from him. You eyed a tent in his skinny jeans and smiled.

You clenched your walls again and right when you were about to release, he pulled his fingers out of you. You were all hot and bothered, and he left you like that.

You watched him place his left elbow on the desk, his middle and index finger in the air as he kept writing. You buttoned your pants and stopped sliding the pen across the paper when you saw him bring the fingers to his lips and suck on them.

You felt aroused by the sight of him. He licked his lips after he licked his finger and the bell rang, making him stand up. You looked down at his pants as he stood with the back to the class, packing his stuff. You immediately knew that he was turned around so no one would see his boner.

It was huge and your imagined how big his cock had to be. He held his books in front of him, gripping at the ends as he strolled towards the exit.

You were about to close your notebook when you saw something written at the bottom of your page. A penis was drawn and under it was a phone number with a small note:

'if you ever want to have sex ;)'