One Direction and 5SOS Preferences and Imagines

Puke Fuckings (dirty)

Tutor

I waited impatiently as my French teacher passed out our freshly graded tests. I tapped my pencil on my desk as I waited. I really needed to pass this test, see as my grade had been slipping and with a failing grade you weren't allowed to come on the trip to France at the end of the semester. My teacher brushed passed my desk to lay a paper on the desk of the boy who sat a desk over and up from me. He got an A. I had been watching him a lot lately, his name was Luke and he didn't say much. He always came into class looking tired and disheveled and despite his lip piercing everyone referred to him as a nerd. I was watching him tuck the test into his folder when the teacher laid my test on my desk. 26/40. "Great. Just--just fantastic," I mumbled under my breath. I stared at the grade for a second before looking back up, Luke was staring at me. As soon as our eyes met he hastily redirected his gaze. I quickly shoved the paper into my backpack. As I did a binder fell out spreading its contents on the floor around me. "Of course," I stated in a huff as I stood out of my desk and crouched onto the floor. The bell rang as I attempted to gather all the papers. I reached for a paper only for a larger hand to beat me to it. I looked up and Luke smiled shyly at me, "I-I just thought that maybe you'd like some help," He stuttered insistently picking up paper, not even making eye contact. "Yeah thanks." As he grabbed a worksheet from about a week ago he kind of frowned, it was yet another failing grade. "Ya know I could like..." He paused, "I could like tutor you if you want me to..." He handed me the last paper and I closed it into the binder I then slipped into my backpack. I slung it over my shoulder and we stood up. "Yeah that would actually be great," I nodded. French was our last class of the day so we began to walk out of the empty classroom. "So uh, we could study in the library or we could go to my place, whichever is fine," As he spoke he looked at his hands fiddling his fingers. "If you don't Mind I'd really like to get out of this building as soon as possible," I smiled at him trying to get him more comfortable, "So my place?" he asked innocently, "Yeah that'd be great."

We walked into the parking lot, which was pretty much empty at this point. He unlocked his car and opened the door for me. I smiled and stepped in and he got in the drivers side. He put the key in and the car started flicking the radio on, a soft song was playing, it was nice.

Once we got to his place he ran over quickly to open my door, "Thanks," I smiled at him and he nodded, he seemed awkward and nervous, it was adorable. We walked onto his porch and he unlocked the door, "I uh, I don't think my moms gonna be home till like 9. She's visiting my aunt up town so it'll be pretty quiet for a while." He slid his shoes off and I did the same. He gestured towards the couch, "If you'd like you can sit, I'll be right back. He let his backpack down off of his shoulders before running upstairs. As he did I couldn't help but look at him from his broad shoulders down to his adorable bum. Whoops. He came down with some pillows and a bag of cheese nips, "I had to get some supplies," I giggled causing him to grin. It was the first time I had seen him really smile and it was beautiful. He seemed to be loosening up as he arranged a place for us to sit on the floor. He sat on one of the pillows and I sat on the one across from it and we began studying.

It was funny because never had French ever made so much sense. As he said each word I couldn't help but stare at his mouth. With every syllable I wanted to kiss him even more. It was crazy because Id had class with Luke all year and only now was I realizing how perfect he was. See Luke wasn't the type of guy you notice, but once you notice, you can't look away. Whenever I got something right he would smile so widely it made it hard for me to breathe.

After about two hours I couldn't help myself, I knew I had to kiss him. "Hey Luke?" he looked up from the notes in front of him, "Yeah?" I tried to think of a way to do it but I couldn't. I just grabbed his face and did it. I pushed our lips together. His eyes widened before fluttering closed. When I pulled away we both sat breathless for a second, "(Y/N), I'm, uh, I'm glad you did that." He smiled, "Yeah," I breathed, "I'm glad I did that too." He was staring now and I would've been uncomfortable except as he stared his eyes were filled with want, like he wanted me to do it again. So I did. This time his eyes didn't widen but instead squeezed shut. He kept his hands by his side afraid to touch me, but I wanted him too. As we continued kissing I grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on my waist, as if telling him it was okay. He squeezed and pulled me over so I was almost in his lap. My hands gripped the back of his neck, tangled in the short hairs. He was being so gentle, so careful with me. I wanted to show him he didn't have to so I pushed my tongue into his mouth meeting his. This must've given him a little courage because his hands slowly moved past my waist to he gripped my ass. He squeezed gently and I giggled into his mouth. I could feel him smile against my lips. We stayed like this for a while before I began to crave more, I could tell he did to because the pace of his lips quickened and I could feel his hard on against my crotch. He bucked his hips slightly before quickly and involuntarily before drawing back. I brought my lips to his ear, "Luke, Its okay," I whispered. He nodded before kissing my jaw then neck. He sucked softly, leaving a dark spot. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, "I just-I need you to tell me what to do," he stuttered nervously. I shook my head before lying down on my back; he got the message and crawled on top of me. He brought his lips back down onto mine and I spread my legs beneath him. I separated our lips for a brief second, "Now just do what you did a second ago." He nodded before pressing our foreheads together and looking me in the eyes. He began to grind our clothed crotches against each other. The friction felt good and he must've agreed because he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a low groan.

I didn't want him to jizz in his pants so I put my lips to his ear to give him new instructions, "Take my shirt off," He immediately stopped his movements and did as I asked. He seemed timid so I helped by slightly lifting myself off the ground. Once it was off he tossed it onto the couch. "Now my bra," I stated, urging him forward. His hands shook as he lifted me by the small of my back to undo the clasp. I could tell he was nervous as he removed the straps one by one off my arms. He threw it aside and just kind of stared, "Luke it's ok, you can touch me, and you don't have to be nervous alright?" I reassured him. He nodded, "Yeah, okay."

"Oh," I started, "and take that off," I gestured towards his shirt. I can tell he was insecure as he lifted it slowly and looked to me for approval, I smiled. He resumed his place on top of me. Supporting his body with one hand and massaging my breast with the other. I threw my head back as he did letting out a girly moan. He smiled and took this as encouragement.

He moved his lips to mine and combined them in almost a violent manor, "My turn," I whispered into his mouth before flipping us over and grabbing hold of his waistband. I slid his pants down his thighs taking his boxers with them. Once they were off I tossed them aside. He let out a relieved sigh as his member was released from his tight briefs. I was surprised at his size, he was much larger than I expected. I kissed the center of his chest before licking one line from his base to his tip. His breath hitched and he grabbed my hair tightly and giving it a tug as I took him in my mouth. He quickly let go out of fear he might hurt me, "No, Luke pull my hair," I didn't have to ask him twice, he entangled his hand in my hair again as I bobbed rhythmically on his hard length. "God, (Y/N), Oh. My. God." By his tone I feared he wouldn't last much longer at his rate so I pulled off.

He sat up, more confident than he had been all day, and practically ripped off my pants and underwear lying me down on my back. He only touched me once and I yelped, "Woah, are you alright?" He seemed startled but I nodded enthusiastically, "Luke just fuck me." Quickly he positioned himself. "Now?" He said, "Now," I answered. With that he plunged into me. I threw my head back and he stared in awe. He thrust fast and unsteadily hitting the spot every time, "Luke I'm gonna-" I was cut off by the sound of him screaming my name and the release of hot liquid inside of me, the sensation causing me to release as well. He pulled out and released a shallow breath before falling onto the rug next to me.

He lay quiet next to me for a while. We let our breath steady before he spoke, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I wish you would fail classes more often."