you sigh once again and look him up and down before standing up from his bed and slowly walking to his desk.

“mm yeah… aren’t you getting tired?” you purr, voice soft as your breath tickles his neck.

he swallows and shakes his head.

“no not really.. i- i really need to get this done today.”

you smirk, fingers tracing his arm teasingly, your fingertips barely touching the skin

“yeah? when’s the deadline?”

the silence that fills to room makes your smirk widen, confirming what you originally thought. chris nibbles on the pencil end as his eyes search yours.

“uhm next tuesday…”

“chris, you have plenty of time left, you’re almost finished and you still have about six days left..”

you coo sweetly, leaning closer to him while your hand is still tracing random patterns on his arm.

“why don’t you relax for a bit hm?”

he swallows, cheeks heating up as he recognises the low teasing voice of yours. he shifts in his chair, eyes down on the papers in front of him.

“you’ve been working soo hard…” you whisper lowly, fingers teasingly wrapping themselves around his bicep, giving him a —what you call—reassuring squeeze.

he blushes and nods slowly. he pushes his glasses back up once again and closes his textbook before pulling his chair back.

he’s about to stand up when you shake your head slowly, arms snaking around his shoulders to stabilise yourself as you climb onto his lap easily. your legs settle down on either side of his, a small smirk on your face when your met with his surprised yet eager expression.

his hands find your hips with ease, although his grip still has that same shyness lingering as always.

you give him a small smile, before leaning in and attaching your lips to his neck. he lets out a choked gasp.

“o-oh..”

his eyes flutter shut, and when your teeth graze the softness of his skin, he can’t help but buck his hips up desperately.

you smirk against his neck, feeling the undeniable urge to sink your teeth into the skin. but you know you can’t, so instead you continue placing soft yet hot kisses in his neck.

“f-feels good..”

chris manages to squeeze out, his heart racing faster by the second.

“bet it does huh?”

you whisper back in a low teasing voice, one chris would immediately get on his knees for. he nods rapidly, hands scrambling to hold you anywhere.

you smirk, hands finding his face and cupping it gently.

“let me ease your stress okay baby?”

you whisper in the softest yet most teasing voice you own.

he nods eagerly despite himself, forgetting about all the school stuff he was doing seconds ago. you roll your hips, your clothed heat grinding against his already hard bulge beneath his jeans.

he can’t help but throw his head back in a helpless whimper as his hands squeeze your hips desperately, an attempt to make you feel even closer to him.

you roll your hips again. and again. and again, until you can practically feel him shaking in the chair, his thighs trembling with need.

“mmm see? you don’t have to worry about all that school work… you’re perfectly fine…”

you coo, leaning down to press a soft kiss in his neck. he whimpers.

“u-uh huh..” he whimpers submissively. his eyes roll back pathetically, and he can’t seem to help rock his hips up so he’s in sync with yours.

you smile and pull back from his neck. he whimpers again, but this time it’s more of a whine, more of a sound he makes when he needs more.

“mm what is it?”

you whisper, hips still rolling in that same rhythm.

he looks up at you, eyes glassy and wide behind his already fogged up glasses, the blue softer than usually.

“please—“

that tone. you recognise it faster than any other thing. you immediately shake your head, not allowing him to finish his sentence.

“chris, no..”

“p-please…”

he answers, his voice cracking at its edges. you know what he wants, every time he keeps asking, and every time you need to deny it once again.

“chris..” you say lowly in a warning tone.

“please.. just one..” he pants, pausing before continuing, his voice breaking.

“just one bite…”

you groan again, shaking your head firmly.

“im sorry baby… but im not gonna ruin your whole life just because you want to get bitten.

he whines, a high pitched voice echoing through the room.

the whine he lets out turns into a long moan when you roll your hips again, grinding your clothed pussy against his hard cock that is trapped inside his jeans.

his head falls back, hitting the back of the chair slightly as his mouth hangs in submission, soft pants leaving his pretty lips. his glasses are fogged up completely as you continue to slowly grind down him.

“i- im— f-fuck shit.. gonna… ngh—“

he rambles, his eyes struggling to stay open as he feels your weight giving pressure to the one area he needs you the most.

his hips buck up, a pathetic yet sweet sight.

you pull back from his neck and smile, a glint of teasing playfulness lingering on the corners of your lips.

“that’s okay baby… you can cum…”

you whisper lowly, sending a shiver down his spine. he can only nod, his breath heavy as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge.

your lips find his jaw, kissing his sensitive skin with careful caution. he lets out a shaky gasp.

“o-oh! f-fuck- f-fucking s-shit—!”

he curses, his back arching slightly off the chair when he falls apart, soaking his pants like a horny teenager who just discovered porn for the first time.

he can’t help but bury himself in your neck, pants and whimpers tickling your skin.

you can feel his cum soaking through, his head left with an embarrassingly big wet spot when you pull back.

you climb off his lap, giving him a smile as your fingers run through his brown locks. fixing his messy hair but merely doing it so you can feel the sweaty strands thread between your fingers.

he sighs, one hand comes up to push his glasses that slid down his nose back up.

you smirk and gently take them off, cleaning the fogginess of his breathing with your shirt, before placing them back on his nose.

“go back to work now, ‘kay pretty boy?”

you sigh once again and look him up and down before standing up from his bed and slowly walking to his desk.

“mm yeah… aren’t you getting tired?” you purr, voice soft as your breath tickles his neck.

he swallows and shakes his head.

“no not really.. i- i really need to get this done today.”

you smirk, fingers tracing his arm teasingly, your fingertips barely touching the skin

“yeah? when’s the deadline?”

the silence that fills to room makes your smirk widen, confirming what you originally thought. chris nibbles on the pencil end as his eyes search yours.

“uhm next tuesday…”

“chris, you have plenty of time left, you’re almost finished and you still have about six days left..”

you coo sweetly, leaning closer to him while your hand is still tracing random patterns on his arm.

“why don’t you relax for a bit hm?”

he swallows, cheeks heating up as he recognises the low teasing voice of yours. he shifts in his chair, eyes down on the papers in front of him.

“you’ve been working soo hard…” you whisper lowly, fingers teasingly wrapping themselves around his bicep, giving him a —what you call—reassuring squeeze.

he blushes and nods slowly. he pushes his glasses back up once again and closes his textbook before pulling his chair back.

he’s about to stand up when you shake your head slowly, arms snaking around his shoulders to stabilise yourself as you climb onto his lap easily. your legs settle down on either side of his, a small smirk on your face when your met with his surprised yet eager expression.

his hands find your hips with ease, although his grip still has that same shyness lingering as always.

you give him a small smile, before leaning in and attaching your lips to his neck. he lets out a choked gasp.

“o-oh..”

his eyes flutter shut, and when your teeth graze the softness of his skin, he can’t help but buck his hips up desperately.

you smirk against his neck, feeling the undeniable urge to sink your teeth into the skin. but you know you can’t, so instead you continue placing soft yet hot kisses in his neck.

“f-feels good..”

chris manages to squeeze out, his heart racing faster by the second.

“bet it does huh?”

you whisper back in a low teasing voice, one chris would immediately get on his knees for. he nods rapidly, hands scrambling to hold you anywhere.

you smirk, hands finding his face and cupping it gently.

“let me ease your stress okay baby?”

you whisper in the softest yet most teasing voice you own.

he nods eagerly despite himself, forgetting about all the school stuff he was doing seconds ago. you roll your hips, your clothed heat grinding against his already hard bulge beneath his jeans.

he can’t help but throw his head back in a helpless whimper as his hands squeeze your hips desperately, an attempt to make you feel even closer to him.

you roll your hips again. and again. and again, until you can practically feel him shaking in the chair, his thighs trembling with need.

“mmm see? you don’t have to worry about all that school work… you’re perfectly fine…”

you coo, leaning down to press a soft kiss in his neck. he whimpers.

“u-uh huh..” he whimpers submissively. his eyes roll back pathetically, and he can’t seem to help rock his hips up so he’s in sync with yours.

you smile and pull back from his neck. he whimpers again, but this time it’s more of a whine, more of a sound he makes when he needs more.

“mm what is it?”

you whisper, hips still rolling in that same rhythm.

he looks up at you, eyes glassy and wide behind his already fogged up glasses, the blue softer than usually.

“please—“

that tone. you recognise it faster than any other thing. you immediately shake your head, not allowing him to finish his sentence.

“chris, no..”

“p-please…”

he answers, his voice cracking at its edges. you know what he wants, every time he keeps asking, and every time you need to deny it once again.

“chris..” you say lowly in a warning tone.

“please.. just one..” he pants, pausing before continuing, his voice breaking.

“just one bite…”

you groan again, shaking your head firmly.

“im sorry baby… but im not gonna ruin your whole life just because you want to get bitten.

he whines, a high pitched voice echoing through the room.

the whine he lets out turns into a long moan when you roll your hips again, grinding your clothed pussy against his hard cock that is trapped inside his jeans.

his head falls back, hitting the back of the chair slightly as his mouth hangs in submission, soft pants leaving his pretty lips. his glasses are fogged up completely as you continue to slowly grind down him.

“i- im— f-fuck shit.. gonna… ngh—“

he rambles, his eyes struggling to stay open as he feels your weight giving pressure to the one area he needs you the most.

his hips buck up, a pathetic yet sweet sight.

you pull back from his neck and smile, a glint of teasing playfulness lingering on the corners of your lips.

“that’s okay baby… you can cum…”

you whisper lowly, sending a shiver down his spine. he can only nod, his breath heavy as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge.

your lips find his jaw, kissing his sensitive skin with careful caution. he lets out a shaky gasp.

“o-oh! f-fuck- f-fucking s-shit—!”

he curses, his back arching slightly off the chair when he falls apart, soaking his pants like a horny teenager who just discovered porn for the first time.

he can’t help but bury himself in your neck, pants and whimpers tickling your skin.

you can feel his cum soaking through, his head left with an embarrassingly big wet spot when you pull back.

you climb off his lap, giving him a smile as your fingers run through his brown locks. fixing his messy hair but merely doing it so you can feel the sweaty strands thread between your fingers.

he sighs, one hand comes up to push his glasses that slid down his nose back up.

you smirk and gently take them off, cleaning the fogginess of his breathing with your shirt, before placing them back on his nose.

“go back to work now, ‘kay pretty boy?”