What Happens After the Final?

Daisy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her body tense as Steven’s arm draped casually around her waist. The library was quiet at this hour, the low hum of students murmuring over their textbooks barely registering over the sound of her own pulse pounding in her ears. It was almost easy to pretend they were just another couple studying together. Almost.

But Daisy knew better.

How had it come to this?

A few months ago, there had been no Daisy. Just David—a baseball player struggling to keep his grades up, desperately trying to hold onto his scholarship. Back then, everything had been simple. Practices, games, and the dream of going pro. But then Calculus happened. And with it, the sinking realization that he wasn’t going to pass on his own.

That was where Steven came in.

Steven had always been too smart for his own good, the kind of guy who could ace an exam without breaking a sweat. At first, he had been a lifesaver, taking David’s quizzes, doing his homework, making sure his grades were just high enough to keep him eligible. But before the midterm, things changed.

Steven had wanted more.

Not money, not favors. No, what Steven wanted was a date. A date with Daisy.

David had laughed at first, thinking it was a joke. But then Steven showed him the evidence—the copies of assignments, the login history, the proof that David had cheated. If Steven turned it in, it would all be over. His scholarship. His spot on the team. Everything.

At first, it had been humiliating. The makeup, the clothes, the way Steven would carefully shape him into something softer, something pretty. The way he would insist David speak a certain way, move a certain way, sit just a little closer. It was supposed to be one night. But then one night turned into another. And then another. Until weekends belonged to Steven.

And now, with the Calculus final just days away, Daisy sat beside Steven on yet another one of their dates.

Her cheeks burned as she became hyper-aware of what she was wearing. The thin red spaghetti-strap top clung to her, the fabric soft against her skin. A pair of snug, high-waisted jeans framed her legs, casual but just fitted enough to match the effortlessly feminine look Steven expected. On her feet, sleek black heeled booties added a touch of style, completing the outfit. Her lips, painted a glossy pink, parted slightly as she exhaled, trying to ignore how natural it all looked. The lashes, the eyeliner, the soft waves that framed her face—her once-careless hair now meticulously styled for their weekends together. Each detail carefully arranged to make sure there was no trace of David in moments like these.

Steven tapped his fingers idly against the table, his smirk growing as he glanced at her. “You know,” he said, his tone almost lazy, “I’ve been thinking… Maybe I don’t want to take your final for you.”

Daisy stiffened, her heart skipping a beat. “W-what?” she stammered, her voice already slipping into the soft, sweet tone Steven expected from her. She pouted instinctively, her glossy lips forming the kind of pleading expression she knew he liked. “You… you promised…”

Steven chuckled, clearly enjoying her panic. “I did… but I don’t know. I’m just not feeling up to it anymore.” His eyes gleamed as he leaned in just slightly, his hand dropping below the table to slowly unzip his pants. He pulled out his thick cock, letting it rest in his palm as he looked back at Daisy with a smirk. “Maybe you could help motivate me with that pretty mouth of yours.”

Daisy hesitated. But what was the point? After everything—after the makeup, the clothes, the dates—was this really the line she was going to draw?

She took a slow, shuddering breath, then leaned over into Steven's lap under the table. With trembling hands, she guided his throbbing cock to her glossy lips, enveloping him fully as her tongue worked eagerly along his shaft, her heartbeat quickening with each motion.

As she continued to suck, she hoped desperately that once the final was over and the class finished, Steven would finally let her go. But as he bucked his hips, unloading into her mouth with a groan, she couldn't shake the sinking feeling that this nightmare was far from over.