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It’s that time of year again.
The institution loves to congratulate — or ridicule — students for their hard work at the end of every term of the semester. They post grades publicly, carefully categorized into a grand tier-list: sorted by first-years, sophomores, and so forth. It grants everyone an opportunity to see what they got, how much they achieved compared to others. People all around hated it, others loved it.
To you, it was a mockery.
You strive to work hard, making sure to be the best of the best in your year. You go far and beyond to achieve and persevere, that’s what your mother had taught you since young. She had pushed into your head that you were enough, what you did in your power, was enough; and yet, each time you had tried, it falls short.
Every term without fail, you are begrudgingly outclassed by the one person that never fails to make your blood boil — Caleb.
You grind your teeth together, eyes searing into the letters placed exactly above yours.
A painfully familiar laugh sounds from behind you, “Another term, another loss.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you whip around to glare daggers at him, “top of the leaderboard, and you still can’t top some hot piece of ass.”
The crowd that has gathered around you both look onto what transpires, they all witness the rivalry with rapt amusement. It was like you and Caleb were jesters for an entire kingdom of nobodies — quite literally so. No one else has come close to what you and he achieve, you scathingly admit to yourself. He is, by far, the only person who could match the ‘unattainable’ bar you set, surpass it, even.
It’s a shame that he has to be an egotistical prick about it.
“Who says I haven’t already?” His eyes light up at the challenge you always put up, the fire in you never burning out once your feathers are ruffled. “I’m afraid I don’t publicly talk about my sexual encounters, but of course, you’d want an idea, wouldn’t you?”
The innuendo flies straight over your head, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Caleb sighs, “Never mind.”
“Whatever,” you scoff, bitterness crawling up your throat, “the next term is mine. Mark my words.”
“I look forward to it…”
The sudden honesty coming from Caleb drops like a stone in your gut, you blink owlishly at him for a beat. This… whatever this is between you had been festering for years, especially the months leading up until now. It confuses you, when he does things like that, you’re not sure what exactly to feel. And yet, you could feel a warmth to your cheeks every time he slips into his soft persona until he’s back to his usual cocky self.
“… pipsqueak.”
Ah, there it was.
You do what you do best, you stomp away with smoke coming out of your ears. You stomp away from your conflicted feelings, and away from the object of said conflict. With just one word, he had ruined every great thought you had of him. You really should avoid him, yet he somehow always finds his way to you whether you like it or not. It’s strange, you have witnessed firsthand how many girls flock behind him, however, he doesn’t bother giving them the time of day.
But you? You’re different, apparently.
It’s clear as day, with how much attention he diverts to you. You’re unsure if it’s a good thing or not, but the rivalry brewing between you two provides great entertainment as well as motive. You can’t exactly complain, but all these losses you’re forced to take has been getting onto your last nerve.
You have a plan — for this last and final term of the year and your education, you refuse to cower. It’s completely foolproof: you just need to seduce Caleb until he ignores studying in favour of paying attention to you. And once you capture his heart, you rip it to shreds so he mourns over the loss of you and his first place. It should be pretty simple, right?
Full disclosure, it’s not.
It’s how you find yourself cramped up in the public library, hogging up a corner that just so happens to be away from everyone and everything. Piles and piles of books of surround you, stray papers littered with vigorous pencil scratches and your uncoordinated thoughts. You’re not sure how long you’ve been reading up on the first step in the art of seduction, internally mourning the loss of time of which you could be using to study instead. You shake your head, as long as you could execute Plan: SCUIBHH (Seduce Caleb Until I Break His Heart) it’s worth every minute of your time.
You’re currently scribbling into the paper until the chair next to you loudly screeches across the marble floor.
Jumping in your seat, you accidentally slam your elbow onto the edge of the wooden table. You gnaw at the bottom of your lip to keep from shouting expletives as you jerk your head to see who had dared to come up to your corner of sanctity. And it just so happens to be your lucky day, the one and only target of Plan: SCUIBHH is right in your sights.
You resolutely ignore the redness burning your cheeks and the twinge in your arm which you’re sure will bruise later, scrambling to shuffle at the papers scattered across the surface.
Caleb looks about a second away from laughing, “What’s got you holed up in here?”
“Studying.”
“Huh,” he raises an eyebrow at one of the titles on the books that just so happened to take up the entire face of the cover. “Got someone you fancy?”
Well, this isn’t apart of the plan.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” You say with a sneer, reaching for the books next.
A hand smoothly intercepts you, however, and you force yourself to meet Caleb’s twinkling eyes, “Is it that embarrassing to be seen with me?”
“You’re goddamn right it is,” you deadpan, “now, go away. Can’t you see that I’m busy?”
“Shall we go somewhere more private?”
He doesn’t give you much time to answer before he’s dragging you up and out of your chair to god knows where.
❦.
You’re not quite sure with how you got here: hidden away with Caleb crowding into your space as he fucks you into oblivion in the aisle between a pair of shelves.
He’s carrying you with ease, biceps flexing underneath his uniform shirt as a sheen of sweat begins to form from exertion. Your legs are spread wide open from under your skirt to accommodate his stalking figure, thighs beginning to ache from the constant jostling.
A pleading mewl manages to slip out of your parted lips before you could stop it. It sends Caleb into motion, yanking his tie from his collar to wrap it around your head to cover your drooling mouth.
“You’re still smart enough to not get us caught, right? I haven’t fucked you that dumb yet,” a dirty smirk curls at the corner his lips. “Try a little harder, will you?”
If you’re being quite honest with yourself, you’re past the point of caring, so you can’t find it in yourself to try and muffle your sounds; you could only let out a pathetic whimper behind the makeshift gag. Nobody has reached your depths so expertly like Caleb is doing now, insistently pressing his tip against your cervix that has you seeing stars upon each thrust. Your hands scratch at his arms in vein, littering red marks from where his sleeves are rolled up to reveal how ridiculously buff he is.
It’s dumb, but you’re not exactly in any position to complain when you’re receiving the best dicking down of your whole lifetime.
“Knew all it took was for you to get stuffed,” Caleb groans as you press your nails deeper into his skin. “You just needed a nice, fat cock to shut you up, isn’t that right?”
The resounding moan you let out is enough of an answer for him.
“Love how wet you are f’me, what a nice sloppy hole for me to use.”
“Caleb,” you squeal from behind his tie.
He grips onto the fabric even tighter, “Can’t have anyone walking in on us, right, slut? Can’t let them see how good this tiny pussy’s taking this dick.”
“Quit being so dirty, you— shit…!”
“You love it, baby,” Caleb chuckles maddeningly, “the thrill of getting caught, it gets you off. Why else would you be squeezing me so tight?“
You struggle to keep your thoughts coherent, but it’s all turning to mush — the books persistently stab at your back with the way Caleb plunges his cock in and out of your cunt. As the hold on his tie gradually loosens, you feel yourself grow even wetter at his words, pussy walls squelching each time his balls smack up against your ass.
“Tell me how good it is, tell me how good you’re getting fucked.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, out of pleasure or annoyance, you’re not too sure. You indulge him anyway, “Feels so good, Caleb. Love how big you feel in my pussy.”
“Yeah, you don’t want me to stop, do you?” He grits out, “Don’t even care if we get caught, cunt’s too nice of a sleeve to keep my dick warm.”
“Yes, yes,” you chant nonsensically, “please, don’t stop. Use me to cum, Caleb.”
“Goddamn,” he snarls, slowing his pace so he could fuck you nice and deep. “Nearly creamed this greedy hole right then, can’t let this end too soon. Want you feeling me for days after I’m done with you.”
You knock your head back, mind hazy with arousal as you maneuver your arms around his neck to keep him close. Caleb takes the opportunity to tug at the collar of your blouse, ravaging your neck so those other losers would know better and not approach you. His cock feels so deep at this angle, each thrust causing a small bump to form at your lower abdomen with him watching hungrily.
“You feel how deep I am, pipsqueak?” He murmurs into your flushed ear, “Think I could fuck my tip straight into your womb?”
Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, pleasure washing over your body in waves. You shudder as slick drips out, drenching Caleb’s cock so he could glide in and out of your cunt easily, he’s nailing your cervix upon every thrust.
“Caleb, Caleb, stop— I’m sensitive,” you sob.
“I think I deserve to cum too, greedy bitch,” he scolds as he bounces you on his girth. “Made you squirt already, now this pussy’s just begging to get stuffed. I’ll give you a nice thick creampie, don’t you worry.”
The tie used to gag you is long forgotten, allowing your lips to part wide enough for whimpers and mewls to leak out. You feel wrecked in the best way possible as you’re forced to take his ruthless pounding, body jostling against the shelf. Your walls flex and clamp down on his dick, making it kick and throb inside you.
Caleb’s simply using you to chase his own release, pulling you up and down by your splayed thighs like you’re nothing but a glorified fleshlight.
“I can’t, no more! Please, ‘s too much—“
“—Shut the fuck up, take it,” he barks, “and keep your slutty mouth shut. Someone’s bound to come looking for who’s causing all that noise. Well, it turns out that it’s a stupid whore who can’t take a fat cock.”
Tears clump at your lashes, you resign yourself to your fate. There’s no mistaking the sound of skin slapping and the wet smacks of his thighs against yours. The adrenaline of getting caught thrums deep in your veins, and you’re sure Caleb’s close with how his pace begins to stutter. You try your best to assist him, canting your hips every time he thrusts into you, making him mutter curses under his breath.
“Hope y’know that I’ll be using you all the time now,” Caleb rasps deep in his throat, “don’t think I could ever live without this tight cunt wrapped around me.”
“Fuck, fuck, ‘m g’nna squirt again,” you whine.
Your pussy clenches around him once, twice, and you’re sent toppling over the edge of your climax for one last time as you cling onto him for dear life.
“That’s it, let it out,” he breathes as he finally jizzes inside your heat, burying his cock as deep as possible when thick spurts of his load coat your pulsing walls. “Messy girl, so fuckin’ good for me.”
He keeps you plugged up while you both catch your breaths, foreheads resting against each others as you bask in the afterglows of your climaxes. Finally, when you’ve had the chance to fully come down, you untangle yourself from Caleb and his warmth to fix your appearance. You slide your panties back over your leaking cunt, wiping away the stray droplets before flipping your skirt back down.
You clear your throat awkwardly, “That was, um, nice.”
“‘Nice’,” Caleb echoes amusedly, fiddling with his tie as he wraps it loosely around his neck, “I wouldn’t mind having a repeat.”
You startle at the admission, inching away from him until he reaches down to tug you close by the waist.
“After I’ve wined and dined you.”
Giggling, you feel your cheeks flush crimson out of shyness. You force yourself to slide your hands over his broad pecs, boldly feeling how damp his uniform shirt had gotten from your coupling, tip-toeing so you’re leaning into his space.
“I think we’ve gotten the order wrong,” you tease, dragging a finger down his chest. “But maybe, I’ll take you up on that offer.”
His eyes darken at your words, “Yeah? You’re giving me a chance?”
“Of course, you’re hot enough to be my arm candy. Why wouldn’t I agree?”
Caleb chuckles, “Alright then, pipsqueak. It’s a date, Friday evening at 7:30?”
Humming in agreement, you reluctantly pull away from him. You sway your hips side to side as you saunter away, not even turning around to catch Caleb eyeing the backs of your thighs when you already know damn-well he’s looking. You could feel the excess of his cum leaking from your sloppy cunt and into the damp gusset of your panties. He mutters a curse to himself before you’re turning the corner and out of his sight.
You smugly grin to yourself, Plan: SCUIBHH is a go.