#adoringaffliction

You sigh,”It’s this test I took today… I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like I did okay, but I can never be sure with this professor…” 

Jess nods, but he has that look on his face that tells you,”You’re being ridiculous.” 

“You’re being ridiculous.” Fascinating how everything he says shows up on his face before he says it. 

“But what if I’m not?” You ask. 

“But what if you are?” Jess says as his hands squeeze your hips. He looks up at you with a quirked eyebrow. His hands grip a little tighter as he tugs you forward just an inch. An involuntary squeak escapes you as you look at him. 

“This motherfucker-,” you think to yourself as he smirks in triumph. “I know what you’re doing,” you state, refusing to allow yourself the ability to find pleasure in this. How could you when you didn’t know if you passed or failed that exam, right? Right? 

“What am I doing?” Jess asks lips curled defiantly. 

“You know exactly what-“ 

“Tell me. Tell me what I’m doing.” 

You groan as Jess rocks your hips against his thigh, reveling in the pleasure he can see taking over your features. He loves it. The way your eyebrows scrunch up. The way your jaw drops just a bit and lets out the cutest little gasps. “What am I doing, smart girl?” Jess licks his lips and smiles. 

“Jess-“

“What am I doing y/n. Tell me what I’m doing. Am I making you feel good sweetheart?” Jess whispers in your ear. His lips barely grazing the outer cartilage. His lips trail down making their way to your neck, gently suckling there until he hears you gasp. You can feel him smile against your skin. 

“Y-yes,” you respond, finally allowing yourself to grind down on his leg. Feeling the layers of fabric drag along your most sensitive parts. 

“That’s it sweet girl. Go on and make yourself feel good. You deserve it,” Jess praises. 

You rock your hips up and down, mewling and whimpering as the warmth of his leg seeps into you. His hands, his lips, his voice. It’s all too much as you pick up the pace, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you work towards your peak. 

“Atta girl, that feels good huh? You know sometimes all you need is some good TLC to get that fabulous brain of yours to stop working overtime.” He laughs to himself. 

It’s something about the condescending tone, but the genuine care in his words that always pushes you over the edge. Similarly to this instance. “You close baby? You gonna make a mess all over me?” Jess asks looking up at you. He ogles the way your face is twisted up into sheer bliss as you nod vigorously. “Go ahead honey. Make a mess all over my thigh.” 

That’s all it takes for the band inside you to snap, ecstasy and euphoria wash over you as all the thoughts in your brain disappear. All you can think is Jess. “Good girl, that’s my girl.” 

You rest your head against his shoulder as you twitch out the finally spasms the climax left behind. 

“You did so well honey. M’ proud of you.” 

You hum in response and he laughs,”I love that I don’t even have to touch you for you to go dumb on me.” 

“Did I lose you, ‘PhD’?”

You snap back to look at him,”Huh?” 

He scoffs,”What were you looking at?”

Your eyes go wide,”Nothing!”

“Really? Cause it looked like you were staring at my fingers.” You quickly cross your legs and look back at the textbook you were supposed to be helping Jess study. 

“Now what do you remember about the cold war?” You quickly divert.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast. Why were you staring at my fingers?”

“I wasn’t- I- you’re delusional!”

“And you’re flustered! What happened brainiac?” Jess chuckles. 

“You’re insufferable,”You groan. 

“Oh c’mon, you were totally just staring at my fingers and now you’re a blushy mess. C’mon honey you know God doesn’t like liars.” 

“If I tell you, will you study?” 

“Sure.”

You look at him skeptically before you sigh. He wasn’t going to let it go, you knew this. So you’d rather bite the bullet now and get it over with. Quietly, you mutter,”You have nice fingers that’s all.” 

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch what you said there Teach, you might have to run it back for me.” 

You groan,”I said… you-,” you wince and quickly spill out,”You have nice fingers.” 

“Well I’ll be, the straight A student does get horny.” Jess looks over at you with a shiteating grin. 

Your eyes go wide,”Whoa- that’s not what I said.”

“Are you sure honey? Cause that’s what I heard. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but if what we learned in Psych 101 this semester is true then your quick breathing, followed by the way you bit your lip absentmindedly while you were staring at my hand, and the obvious flush on your cheeks indicate some level of sexual arousal no?” 

You sit in shock,”I’m proud that you were paying attention in class. But this is not what you were meant to use that class for.” 

“Well I had a good tutor last semester. A good tutor that could probably use a break. A good relaxing… relieving… break,” Jess smirks. He gets up from the seat at his desk and goes to sit down on his bed. He pats the spot next to him and beckons you to come over. 

“We have to study.” You stammer. 

“The book can wait, plus what kind of student would it make me if I didn't help my teacher de-stress a little. C’mere, let me show you what else my fingers are good at.” You looked to his dorm room door worriedly to check that it was closed. “My roommate's out tonight brainiac, it’s just you and me.” 

You shuffle over to sit next to him on his bed. He eyes you up and down,”Lose the skirt.” 

“What-”

“You heard me. You want me to help you? Then you need to make it easy for me, I need to see what I’m working with.”

“Jesus-,” you mutter. You muster up all the courage you have and tug your skirt down revealing the cotton underwear you were wearing. They were a simple pair, nothing fancy except for a small bow sewn onto the middle of the waistband.

“Well aren’t you just too cute,” Jess grins. His hands rest on your knees as he slowly pushes them apart. “Lean back, and relax, it’s no fun unless you’re relaxed.”

“O-Okay…” you rest back against the pillows on his bed as Jess slowly pushes your legs apart. 

Jess runs his hands up your thighs and to your hips massaging his thumbs into them, easing the tension you were holding. You let out an involuntary sigh as he smiles. His fingers inch closer and closer to the edges of your panties as you stare at him with wide eyes. “You’ve never done this before have you?” He asks. You shake your head no and he smiles,”Figures.” 

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean,” you ask offended. 

“It’s not a bad thing sweet girl, just meant that you seem really tense, it’s normal for first timers.” He looks at you with those brown eyes and you just about melt. How can you ever stay mad at him? He’s just too hot… His thumb brushes over your clothed clit and you gasp. “That feel good?” You nod fervently. “Lift your hips for me.” You follow his instructions and let him tug your panties down until they pool at your ankles. He takes his thumb again up to your clit and begins to draw expert circles around it eliciting a high pitched whimper from the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut as the pleasure washes over you. You feel the wetness gushing from you and gasp when Jess starts to make his way towards your pulsating entrance. His middle finger traces around the edge before slipping in with ease. Your jaw drops open and if you had your eyes open you would see the awestruck smile Jess was sporting. His finger pumps in and out curling at just the right spot to make you whimper again. “Tell me how it feels honey.” Jess commands, but you can’t seem to form anything coherent. It’s like all of your brains have left the building and all you can focus on is how Jess’ finger is making you feel. Unnecessarily he adds another digit, which only adds to the delirium. “What happened to the clever girl from just a minute ago? Gone all dumb just from having my fingers inside her pretty little pussy?” Jess laughs. “About time, you know if I knew that this was all I needed to do to shut you up, I would’ve done it a long time ago sweetheart.” You feel an unfamiliar pressure building up inside you as Jess continues his ministrations. 

“Ah- ah-,” your hips cant up to meet Jess’ fingers. “I feel like-”

“Like you're about to come? Go on smart girl. Wanna feel you cum on my fingers, you can do it.” That was all it took until you felt a wave of heat and pleasure wash over you. Your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you and your cunt spasmed around Jess’ fingers. “That’s it. Atta girl. Did so well. You feel better now?”

You nod incoherently still recovering. 

“You think you can still tutor me now or do you wanna call it a night?” He smirks.

“I- I dunno-”

Jess laughs,”Aw, I turned you stupid. Does that make me the smart one now?”

You come to your senses and sit up straight,"Absolutely not.”

You got up from your seat, laptop in hand and backed away,”No! I have to finish this.”

Aaron cocked his head to the side in surprise,”Excuse me? Is that how you talk to me?”

“This is my schoolwork. Get off my case,” You spat. 

Aaron's eyebrows raised as he rounded the kitchen counter. He took steps towards you closing the space only for you to step back and create more. “You’re barking up the wrong tree and you know it. Now hand me the laptop.”

“No! Leave me alone.” You quickly realized you were being backed into a wall. Aaron stood looking down at you sternly. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place, but you realized you were in for it now. 

“I won’t ask again. Now give me the laptop, you’re too mentally drained to make any more progress,”Aaron stated. 

“But-”

“Nope. Hand it over.” You accepted defeat and handed him the laptop with a sigh. Aaron took the laptop and set it back on the counter in the kitchen. Without looking up at you he commanded,”Go get on the bed. No clothes. Now.” 

“What?” You asked confused.

“Do not make me repeat myself.” 

Your heartbeat began a rapid thump in your chest as you quickly made your way down the hallway. You speedily removed all your clothes and laid on the bed expectantly. Aaron came in through the doorway, his white button-up shirt rolled up at the sleeves and dangling from his right hand a pair of police grade handcuffs. He didn’t say a word until he came up to the foot of the bed. He gripped your ankle and tugged you down closer to him. An involuntary yelp escaped your throat. 

“Give me your hands,” he finally spoke. You obeyed him wordlessly afraid that if you mouthed off even a little whatever punishment Aaron had in mind would only grow worse. He took your hands and lifted your legs to press into your chest, essentially folding you in half. He took your wrists and forced them to wrap around your legs, holding them in positions. You felt the cold metal of the handcuffs press into the skin of your wrists and listened for the click. 

You looked up at Aaron as he stood up straight. You were on display for him. Completely at his mercy. Your hands and legs restrained all you could effectively do was rock from side to side. You stared up at him, eyes blown wide waiting for his next instructions. 

“Do you think it’s okay that you spoke to me that way?” Aaron asked.

“No- I’m sorry-,” you responded. 

“Now, what happens to brats that mouth off?” Aaron queried.

You sighed looking down at your own arms and legs,”They get-.” 

“Punished. That’s right, now you’re a smart girl, so here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to eat you out, and I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and all you can think about is me. Then maybe you’ll learn how important a break is.” 

Your eyes got wider as he spoke and lowered himself to be face to face with your cunt. Aaron covered your pussy in a long broad stroke of his tongue. He dragged the wetness that pooled around your entrance and brought it up to your stiffened clit. Aaron drew tiny circles with the tip of his tongue. Each circle built up the pressure that sat in your lower belly. Aaron wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked it in, releasing a high pitched squeal from you. 

Aaron continued his ministrations until you came for the first time that night. A static feeling was left before it quickly turned into overstimulation. Little whines left your lips as Aaron continued to eat your pussy with no remorse. And as quickly as the pain had arisen it dissipated into pleasure again. 

Aaron smiled into your pussy as his fingers traced your entrance. Aaron’s index and middle finger breached your opening and stretched you out. You almost screamed at the sudden intrusion and Aaron laughed against your clit. 

“Wait- too- too much!” You pleaded. 

“Aw too bad.” Aaron spoke against your cunt continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right to brush against the spot that made you see stars. You came for the second time a slow build up pooling in your gut and spilling over all your senses. Letting out breathless moans that quickly turned into yelps as Aaron refused to cease. 

“Please Aaron- I- I can’t-,” you begged, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“You should've thought about that before you decided to be a brat. Cause now you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” 

Little “ah”s escaped your lips as Aaron pushed you through the aftershocks of your orgasm and into the build up of the third. 

“I- please- can’t-,” you breathlessly forced out.

“Aw, my clever girl, gone so dumb just from me having my tongue on her clit and my fingers stuffed in her cunt?”

“Aaron- please~,” you begged for nothing in particular. Was it for him to stop? Were you begging for release? You didn’t know anymore. Your poor brain had become so foggy and overstimulated that you just couldn’t take it. Your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to form, running down your cheeks, clumping up your eyelashes until you looked like  a princess. At least that’s what Aaron thought as he stared up at you from between your legs. A final pump and suction of your clit was all it took for you to come again. This time you went out screaming, yelps and choked moans filled your shared bedroom as Aaron finally parted and ended his onslaught of your pussy. 

“Aw you poor thing. That was a lot huh? Tired your poor brain out.”

You sniffled and looked at him as he stood up, chin gleaming in the low-light of the room. The glaze on his chin a reminder of the beautiful torture you just went through. 

“Now, what’s the verdict? Are you gonna listen to me now when I tell you, you need a break?” 

His hand trailed lower and grazed my waistband. I gripped his hand and he came to a stop. 

“What’s wrong sweet girl?” He asked, looking up with imploring, hungry eyes.

“I- I don’t- I dunno about this-“ I blurt out. 

“Baby, you were just dry humping my thigh and whining…” 

“I just- I don’t want you to look at me…” 

“What? Why?” He looked at me with hurt. 

I curl up my legs to my chest and bury my face in my hands. 

“Whoa- sweetheart. What’s going on? Why can’t I look at you?” 

“Cause- cause I don’t look normal.”

“What are you talking about silly girl. You look perfectly normal to me.” 

“No- down there I’m- I’m-“

“Hey… hey… slow down.” 

Tears started to form in my eyes. “I don’t- mine doesn’t look like other girls’…” 

He looked at me confused,”What other girls?” 

“The ones online, the ones in the videos…” 

His face lit up in understanding as the pieces clicked,”Oh sweet girl… you’ve just got an outie huh?” 

“What?” I sniffle. 

“An outie baby… your lips are bigger than the outside ones?” I nod and look at him in bewilderment. “You know that I don’t expect you to look like the girls that do porn right?” 

“You don’t?” 

He scoffs,”Of course not. That shits all fake. You however…” he trails his hand back down to my waistband. I ease my legs back apart with his help as he tugs my panties down. “…are the real deal. And if your pussy is a fraction of how pretty you are then I’m going to be completely satisfied.” 

“But you don’t wanna go down on me do you? Wouldn’t that be gross for you?” 

The candles in your room cast dancing orange light on the walls as Tate pushes you to lay down. He lifts up your shirt and dives underneath it, his mop of blonde curls disappearing. Your soft laughter does not cease as he continues his quest to find the most odd places to kiss you. He goes on and gets lower and lower pulling your skirt and funky colored tights down with him. He taps your hip in an attempt to get you to lift them. You humor him and let him continue his gentle, wordless assault on your skin. Each kiss he makes leaves a cooling effect as he pulls away a little bit of tate saliva left with each mark, and that’s when you finally notice what he was doing. Tate was searching for and kissing each freckle he found on your body. Tate finally makes it to the edge of your panties and looks up at you with a smile. 

“You’re adorable,” you whisper. The quiet and gentility of the moment making it seem like the entire world has gone soft and pillowy. 

“And you are ethereal,” he adds. 

“Where did you learn that word?” You grin.