tristan dugray’s gf

pairing: tristan dugray x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

description: you and tristan have been competing academically at chilton for years, and it’s not exactly like you two have a peachy relationship. translation: you hate each other. however, you’re forced to work on a final group project together that’s worth a huge chunk of your grade. both stressed out from finals season, maybe it’s time to find a new thing to compete and see who’s better at, something that satisfies the both of you way more than schoolwork.

warnings: 16+ only, smut, blow job, face sitting

notes: i feel like i got way too carried away with this one but oh well… i’ve been getting a ton of requests to write more after my first story and i’m sorry this one took so long <333

You’ve come to the conclusion that Tristan Dugray is impossible. Today you were invited (more like forced) to come to his house to work on a final project. However, he seems hellbent on doing anything and everything he can to slow your progress. You didn’t understand how he got such good grades, good enough to rival even yours, if he had such a devil-may-care attitude about schoolwork. God, he annoyed you so much, and at a time when you already had so much stress built up from final exams, you were at your breaking point.

“Stop being so tightly wound,” Tristan scoffed, “I bet this is your first time in a boy’s room” He was seated next to you on his bed. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the buttons mostly undone. Your eyes drifted every now and then to his defined chest muscles. A pencil was tucked behind his ear.

“As opposed to you, who fucks every living thing, probably doesn’t even make them cum, and never looks their way again,” you responded bitterly, not taking your eyes off your notes.

“Oh? What makes you think I don’t make the girls I sleep with cum?” he suddenly shut his notebook, which he was only pretending to write in, and sat up at attention. Of course now that you two were talking about your sex lives, he was attentive and ready to participate.

“Just a hunch about guys like you.”

“Guys like me?” There was a hint of teasing in his voice, egging you on.

“The hot popular kids everyone wants to fuck, and when they finally get a chance, the sex is disappointing and the guy is gone in the morning.”

“I’m a guy that everyone wants to fuck?” he asked in a cocky tone, inching closer to you, almost breathing in your ear. “Including you?”

“No chance in hell.” You quickly shot back, but not before he saw your flustered complexion and nervous fidgeting.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I believe that,” he replied, “Let me make a proposition to you. Since you claim I suck so bad in bed, let’s have a little bet. If you win, I’ll help you with this dumb project.”

“What’s the bet?” You said, gulping.

“Let’s see how fast we can make each other cum. I’ll time it. Judging by how visibly tense your shoulders are, you need a major stress reliever.”

You hated the fact that he was right. Everything had been weighing down on you so hard that you felt badly stretched thin. Plus, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. There wasn’t really any harm in this… right?

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a wager, but… one question. What happens if you win?”

“Let’s just say I get a special request from you.” He smirked.

“Deal. Uh, who should go first?” You found yourself more nervous than expected now that the real thing was getting closer.

“Ladies first is what I always say.” Tristan grinned, retrieving a pulling out his phone to set the stopwatch.

Huh, I guess the best strategy would be to suck him off, you thought to yourself. You gently lowered yourself onto the floor in front of Tristan, finding a comfortable position on your knees. Looking up at Tristan, you could tell he was getting flustered at the sight of you kneeling for him. You smiled to yourself. He was cute with sweaty hands and red cheeks. You reached up and pulled the zipper down on his khaki pants. He was wearing checkered boxers, and the tip of his dick had leaked a patch of pre-cum onto them. You wrapped your fingers around his clothed clock, making him let out a breathy groan. His head was tilted back, lips open, and adam’s apple showing on his throat. You couldn’t deny it, you liked what you saw. You pulled down his underwear and revealed his hard, needy dick. Quickly, you took the tip in your mouth and massaged it with your warm tongue.

“Agh, y/n, please!” He shouted, his brows knitted together in pleasure.

His moans turned you on too, and soon you shifted to place your knee underneath your clothed clit. You began slowly rubbing yourself up and down against your own leg, feeling the tingly vibrations and warm pleasure waves make their way throughout your body. You took him fully in your mouth, licking up and down his shaft whilst sucking. Every now and then you would moan against his dick, sending vibrations up the sensitive body part. He was thrusting his hips now, desperate.

“You’re good at this babygirl, just a little bit more!”

The nickname increased the pulsating sensation in your clit, you desperate for him. You began bobbing your head at a merciless pace, bringing him closer to orgasm. He let out a strangled moan, yelling a mixture of affectionate nicknames and your name. His hot cum shot down your throat, which you swallowed quickly.

“Did you swallow my cum?” He asked, still breathing heavily, while reaching over to stop the timer.

You nodded, wiping around your mouth and standing.

“Fuck, I really like you.”

You felt crimson reach your cheeks.

“I- thanks, um… what’s the time?”

“3 minutes and 17 seconds,” he said sheepishly.

“Not bad.” You commented, shrugging.

“Ready for your turn? I saw you humping your leg while you were giving me a blowjob, you must really want me, huh?” Of course he had to be as cocky as ever throughout this whole process.

“Shut up.” You responded, taking the initiative to straddle his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Eager.”

You chuckled. For a second, everything froze. You were seated on top of him, gazing into his deep blue eyes. Your gaze drifted to his lips: plump, soft, pink. Was kissing allowed when the stopwatch wasn’t on? Would he think it was weird? Were you the only one who didn’t really care about the bet anymore, and just wanted to have more of him?

“Kiss me, beautiful.” He breathed out.

You closed your eyes and leaned in. His lips were warm and plush against yours. You kissed again and again, lazily making out. He bit your bottom lip gently and tugged on it, causing you to jump and move closer to him. One of his hands moved to your lower back, and the other just below your breasts. He slid his tongue into your mouth. The hot muscle licked against your own, slowly massaging each other. You began slowly grinder against his forming bulge, clit feeling delicious friction. Finally he broke away, and you felt embarrassed for your indulgence.

“Baby, as good as you taste, I kinda wanna eat something else,” he groaned, reaching over to set the stopwatch.

You were surprised. You never really thought of him as the type to eat pussy. You had had a few choice sexual encounters before, but you were still a virgin, and had never been eaten out. However, you had… read some things. So, of course, you weren’t about to say no.

“Let me undress you?” Tristan asked.

You nodded in consent. He lifted off your shirt, revealing an intricate cream-colored bra decorated with a bow and lace.

“You wore lingerie to my house?” He chuckled.

“N-no, it’s—I wear this all the time.” You lied.

“Don’t be shy. It’s exactly what I like to see, babygirl.”

Feeling emboldened, you grabbed his hands and placed them on the breasts. In response, he squeezed them and began playing with your tits.

“Did you like that too?”

“Yeah, I did. You have cute tits. I wanna see more.”

He reached behind your back and unclipped your bra with one hand. You had the urge to cover up your naked breasts, but Tristan quickly began sucking on them. He pulled away to rid you of your pants. When you had stripped down to just a pair of underwear, he pressed the base of his palm against your clit and started with circular motions. He then slid your panties down and pocketed them discreetly.

“Sit on my face,” he said, lying back flat on his bed and smirking.

Oh, this was going to be fun. You straddled him and slowly lowered your pussy onto his mouth. You could feel his hot breath sending shivers straight to your clit. You relaxed and placed all your weight on Tristan’s face. He licked a stripe across your cunt, testing the waters. It felt like bliss when his warm tongue met your clit.

“More!” You whimpered.

You could feel Tristan smiling against your core. He grabbed your hips, shifting you forward so that you clit rested on the tip of his nose. Then, his tongue plunged into you. He began a merciless pace of fucking you with his tongue, hitting your g-spot consistently. You began to drag yourself up and down, his nose providing friction for your clit. Soon you were desperately riding his face as he thrust into you with his tongue.

“T-tristan, I’m getting close!” You stuttered, your mind had gone dumb from pleasure.

“I know baby,” he groaned against you.

He slid his tongue out of you and brought it up to your clit. This time he laid it completely flat against you, inviting you to use him however you wanted to get off. You bucked your hips against his tongue, sliding up and down until your climax started to build.

“I’m cumming!” You yelled.

A string of moans which mostly consisted of “Oh, Tristan!” left your mouth. You gushed onto his face. Slowly, you lifted yourself off him and laid down on his right, panting and cunt aching with pleasure. Tristan was good. He casually laced his fingers with yours.

“So… was it okay?”

“Not just okay,” you giggled.

He grinned at you, cheeks dusted with red, and sat up to check the stopwatch. Glee spread across his face.

“3 minutes and 11 seconds,”

You cursed under your breath. Now all the embarrassing things Tristan might make you do at school were racing through your mind.

“Alright, lay it on me. What’s my punishment? Please don’t make me wear something ridiculous,” you snorted.

Glancing over at Tristan, you realized he had a more serious expression on his face, and wasn’t laughing with you. He looked almost nervous, fidgeting with his fingers and working up the strength to say something.

“Y/n, I want you to let me take you out on a date.” When he saw your shocked expression, he attempted to backpedal and coerce you further, “Look, I know this is all kind of fucked up. I mean, we’ve already given each other head before we’ve had our first date or even, I don’t know, hugged. But I just… really want you to give me a chance.” You could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Okay, Tristan. I’ll go out with you,” You beamed.

“Great! Uh, I mean, thank you. I won’t let you down.”

He slipped his hand back into yours and gave you a reassuring squeeze. You carefully laid your head on his shoulder and sighed.

“I guess this stupid project can wait until tomorrow.”

pairing: tristan dugray x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

description: your boyfriend, tristan, is the captain of chilton’s soccer team, and you know how much it means for him to win their championship game. you even made the time to come and cheer for him yourself. however, the way tristan looks in his uniform is too distracting for you to think about anything else.

warnings: 16+ only, smut, thigh riding, slightly insecure reader, use of “daddy”, slight degradation (?), dirty talk, a few pet names

notes: just me thirsting over thigh riding with tristan <3 it’s my first time writing so sorry if it’s bad!!

“So, did you see me nail that last goal?” Tristan beams as he bounds towards you.

He wraps you into a tight hug, and you reciprocate, not even caring how sweaty he is. In fact, he smells good, like freshly cut grass and mint. Shit, you shouldn’t be thinking about this right now. You should be congratulating him. Why is it that he made you this needy all the time?

"It was amazing watching you, Tris. You really have no idea how proud I am.”

“Yeah?” Tristan asks, raising his eyebrow, “Well, just know it was all for you then.” His lips twist into a trademark smirk.

You gulp at the way his blue eyes pierce yours as he teases you. It’s almost like he’s doing it on purpose. You quickly shake yourself out of it, and slip your hand into his as you both head towards his locker room. His teammates have all packed up and left by now, leaving you two all alone. Just the thought makes you blush even more.

“Hey, Tris, just know that you don’t have to hang out with me now. I know all the guys are getting together for pizza or whatever, so I totally understand if you want to catch up with them.”

He frowns slightly.

“No, Y/N, I want to stay with you.” His intense gaze is starting to make you nervous.

“Oh, well, thanks,” You chuckle awkwardly.

“Thank you for showing up here. I know you have a lot of school work, and it means a lot to me that you made time.”

Fuck, why was he always this sweet with you? Each day with the blonde made you fall harder.

“It’s no problem, really. I actually really liked watching you play.” Maybe a little too much, you thought to yourself.

“Oh yeah?” There that cocky smirk was again. “What specifically did you like about it?”

“Well, I really liked the way you looked as you slammed the ball into the goal,” You gazed coyly at him.

He finished unlacing his shoes and stood.

“What about that makes you entertained?”

“I can’t stop thinking about the way your thighs flex as your shorts ride up, Tris.”

You take in his flustered expression. Shit, was that too far? He was probably tired right now. Maybe he wasn’t in the mood to mess around. Maybe he didn’t like the way you looked tonight, you had gone more casual.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

Tristan cut you off by grabbing you waist with both hands and pulling you into a searing kiss. As his hot, skilled tongue worked against yours, you couldn’t help but let out a small moan. You felt him smirking into the kiss. Fuck, how was he making you wet already? He sat the both of you down on a bench, guiding you onto his lap. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding sensually against his bulge, desperate for friction against your throbbing clit. Tristan’s small, suppressed moans were music to your ears. He even sounded pretty. Finally, the two of you reluctantly pulled away to come up for air. His lips were shiny with your combined spit, cheeks a gorgeous rosy red, and eyes shining with victory and lust.

“You have no idea how much you’re turning me on right now, Tris. We should go back to your place right now before it’s too late.”

“We could do that, Y/N.” He smiled, with an expression on his face almost like he was toying with you. “Or I could sit here in my uniform and watch you fuck yourself on my thigh, since you seem to like them so much? Huh, would you like that? Your needy pussy sliding up and down my toned muscles until you cum?”

Your mouth gaped open, your eyes wide. You looked like a deer in the headlights. Honestly, it was shocking how flustered your boyfriend still made you after over a year of dating.

“Use your words for me, baby. Which one is it?”

“I wanna stay here and do all those things you said.” You whimpered out. Tristan clicked his tongue disappointedly.

“Love, you’re gonna have to do a little better than that. Tell me exactly what you want.” You bit your lip nervously.

“I-I love the way your thighs look so much that I want to rub my needy pussy all over you until they make me cum!” His gaze darkened.

“That’s what I like to hear darling. I’m all yours,” He whispered the last part in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers straight to your core.

You hands shook ever so slightly from the intensity of the situation as you slid the fabric of Tristan’s shorts even higher up his legs. Fuck, did you love this sight. Your smoking hot boyfriend, hair disheveled, leaning back in his sexy uniform, extra toned thighs on full display. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you were ready to show him just how worked up and horny he could make you.

“May I do the honors?” He asked in a sultry voice, fingers looping around the hem of your skirt. You nodded enthusiastically, and he slowly discarded the fabric. His eyes widened when he was met face to face with your lacy green undies.

“Fuck, what a little slut for me. You planned this all along, didn’t you?”

“Just always ready for you,” you teased back.

“Shit, you know just what I like to hear,” He groaned, sliding your panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere on the floor to be picked up later.

“Look how wet you are.”

“Tris, don’t, that’s embarrassing…” You blushed.

“I think that’s pretty fucking hot. I love it when you get this horny,” He reassured you, sliding two fingers through your folds and pulling them out dripping with your arousal.

“Only you get me like this, Tris,” You moaned as the rough pad of his finger brushed against your clit.

“See how much I like this?” He asked, sliding his sopping fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.

“You’re such a tease.” You giggled.

“You love it,” He quipped back, “Speaking of things you love, looking for a seat?” He asked confidently, gesturing towards his right thigh.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

You slowly lowered your dripping heat onto Tristan’s leg, your hands finding purchase on his equally toned biceps. As your pussy met his bare skin, you couldn’t stifle a whimper. Why did this feel so good? Was this a new kink of yours, or was it just him driving you wild with desire? Either way, all you knew now were the waves of pleasure radiating through you as your pussy lips spread fully over his muscles, your sensitive clit now rubbing against him. You humped him desperately, feeling that delicious friction against your bundle of nerves. You didn’t care how pathetic it looked, fucking against his leg like a dog in heat, because you could tell he was turned on too just by his feedback.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, look at you. Making a sticky mess all over me. Shit, do you know how hard I am right now?”

Not only did his words push you closer to your climax, but his actions did too. He began spreading hot, wet kisses across your neck, traveling down to your collarbone, sucking little hickies everywhere he went. His warm tongue was rubbing against you at the same pace you clit was against his thigh. You felt like you had died and gone to heaven.

“I want everyone to see these marks I’m making, and know I’m the only one who makes you feel this good.”

“Fuck! Yes, daddy! You’re the only guy in the whole world who can get me off like this!”

“Daddy?” He whispered into your ear.

You slowed your movements down. Shit, did he think that was weird? It was just a spur of the moment thing, you didn’t mean to-

“Fuck, say that again, baby,” He groaned.

You felt relieved, and even more so when his hands found your hips and began guiding you against his leg. He was pushing you to hump against him even quicker now. He flexed hard for you, allowing your clit to explore all the bumps and ridges of his toned muscles. Quickly, you felt your orgasm building up.

“Gonna cum all over you, daddy!”

“Go ahead, babydoll, squirt all over daddy’s thigh on his big game night.”

You felt the knot in your stomach unraveling, and your vision went blurry. You threw your head back, and Tristan brought two fingers down to slowly rub your clit to help you ride out your long, hard orgasm. When it was finally over, you collapsed onto Tristan’s frame and he wrapped his arms around your back. The air was filled with the sweet and sticky smell of sex and your arousal. Your boyfriend rubbed circles on your back.

“Was it okay, babe?” He ventured to ask.

“Was it okay? It was way more than okay. It was…amazing. I mean, you’re amazing. Fuck, I’m gushing too much right now but I just think I’m so lucky to have you. Not just because of the sex, I mean, the sex is mind blowing, but what I’m trying to say is thank you. Thank you for giving me this, and giving me all of you. I don’t understand how I ever deserve it all.”

He pulled back from your hug and gave you a peck on your forehead. So much love and admiration shone in his eyes.

“Trust me, you do deserve me. And, hey, you’re not the only one who enjoyed what happened just now.”

“Shit, but you didn’t cum.” You grew concerned, what were you thinking leaving your loving boyfriend dry while you shamelessly got off by using him?

“Uh, about that…” He said sheepishly, glancing down at his shorts.

You gasped, looking down at the utterly cum-soaked fabric.

“What can I say, your thighs really turn me on too. Especially when they’re straddled around me." He smirked, teasing you again.

“Tristan!” You yelled at him for his cockiness, and fell back into his warm arms.