EARNED IT

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╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗How will studying go when your husband gets home?

Turns out studying for the detectives exam was much harder than you had thought. There was only one shot at passing this without waiting another two years and you weren't going to fail.

That's why there was hundreds of papers and q-cards spread out on your bed. You had calming music playing low in the bedroom and were going over all the material for your exam tomorrow.

Rummaging through papers, you hear your husband unlock the front door to the house and make his way inside. The second Tim came home,was bound to disturb your studying, so he could either help you or leave you be.

"I'm home baby" Tim yelled in the kitchen, throwing his bags down.He made his way into the bedroom, stopping when he noticed the mounds of paper littering the bed.

"See you've been working hard" he smiled and walked over to quickly kiss you.

"yea, I can't fail this Tim. You know how important this is to me" you uttered, keeping your eyes focused on the pages.

"I know but I don't want you draining yourself. Wanna take a break and join me in the shower?" he asked, stripping off his shirt. Your eyes dash to his stomach muscles flexing as his hands pull the shirt over his head.

"baby... I can't" you bite your lip at the thought, but keeping your priorities in check was the main focus tonight.

"I'm just playing. I'll help you study once I get out" he smiled and made his way to the bathroom.

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A half-hour had passed and you're getting most of the answers correct, except you're overthinking some and fumbling up. Your finger tips dig into the stack of q-cards making dents in them as you release some of your frustrations.

"ugh" you sighed to yourself, as Tim made his way back to the bedroom with only grey shorts on. His hair was damp and he held a tray of snacks for you.

"I figured you hadn't eaten anything in a while, so here" he offered laying down a tray of your favourite foods down on the side table.

He cleared spot on the bed and brushed his hand over your leg.

"you will do great tomorrow don't stress" he reassured. His calming words and thoughtfulness was getting you over the slump you were in.

"I appreciate it, I just keep screwing up this last set of questions" you formed a tight smile.

"Here let me help you" he stood off the bed and pushed your back forward. Positioning himself behind you and laying your back against his warm chest.

Your legs were touching the inside of his as he held you against his chest in a comforting embrace. The little gestures he did was what you loved about him so much.

"How about I quiz you, give me the cards you're struggling with" he suggested. Passing Tim the stack of cards, he held his arm out to the side and began listing them off.

He took in a breath before beginning the first question, his free hand wrapped around your stomach. You close your eyes as he began to speak.

"A Judicial Probable Cause Determination must be made no later than 'how many' hours from the time of actual arrest?"

"um... seventy-two... no forty-eight" you mumbled.

"partially correct, it is forty-eight" he replied then continued.

"What crime involves the taking of property from another with his/her consent or the obtaining of an official act of a public officer, induced by a wrongful use of force or fear, or under the color of official right?"

"Extortion" you answered confidently.

"correct". This felt like a classic 'Tim test' where he wasn't your husband but instead, was your superior. Making you nervous and second guessing your answers.

"Okay next. Every person who will fully procure another person to commit perjury is guilty of"

Your mind went blank, not remembering which of the two answers in your head was correct.

"ah, accessory to perjury?" you started pressing your hands together to alleviate some of the worry in your mind.

"no, that's wrong" he corrected you, the tone of his voice was raspy.

One thing you didn't want to do was disappoint your husband into thinking you shouldn't be taking the detectives exam, because you really did deserve the chance. But letting people down was your worst fear.

"can I get the options?" you joke in a nervous way.

"you know this" he whispered, trailing a hand against your stomach. His fingertips brushing along the exposed skin of the short lounge shirt you had on.

"baby" you grabbed his wrist. As if you needed anymore distractions right now.

"It's subornation of perjury" you blurted. The answer coming to you quickly all of a sudden.

"your doing so well" he taunted in your ear, feeling his lips meet the side of your neck for a kiss. The way he said those words made you think of the many times he'd said that to you when you were-

"okay next one" you giggled, his rough stubble scratching against the side of your neck.

"for the next one I want you to look at the picture for a minute and then I'm going to quiz you on details, okay?" Tim challenged.

"okay" you insisted. Knowing that these pictures had been a pain in the ass sometimes, you focused in on every little detail.

While you were sizing up the photo, Tim's hand made its way to the waistband of the pyjama shorts you had on. Inching closer and closer to tease you while you tried to stay focused.

"times up" he declared.

"the couple in the photo were doing what? Window shopping, holding hands, on their phones, or crossing the street?" he asked. His hand now making its way into your shorts.

"the couple was holding hands" your eyes were pressed shut, trying to drown out the nasty thoughts you were feeling.

"Correct. Now, the umbrella in the photo was what colour black, brown, green, or blue?"

"Um..." you bit the inside of your cheek as his hand slowly circled your clit. He was teasing and testing you in the best way possible, how could you be mad at that.

"it was... green" you stuttered. Your mind was slowly fading from wanting to do anymore studying.

"Mhm. The woman in the picture was pushing a: stroller, shopping cart, or wheel barrow?" he felt your body tensing against him, while he ran his finger up and down your pussy, at a dauntingly slow pace.

"Tim-" you let out a faint moan. His fingers dipping down to tease your entrance.

"focus, there's going to be lots of obstacles that come your way as detective, how you push through will determine how good you will be" he reassured. With your wandering mind, he pushed two fingers inside you, as you sunk back into him even more.

"the woman was... she was pushing a stroller" you choked. Grabbing his hand on the outside of your shorts.

"good job baby"

"can we ah take a break now" you suggested. A break seemed perfect right about now, considering you had been studying for hours and your husband's erection was growing to dig into your lower back.

"oh so now you wanna take a break huh?" Tim snarled.

"well, I mean I could use a break" you gripped the side of his thighs as a slow heat built up in your stomach.

"how about you move some of these papers and I test you while you're under pressure" he suggested in a sultry tone.

Under pressure?

You pushed a wad of papers to the other edge of the bed. Tim's fingers popped out of your wet pussy and he brought them to your mouth, letting you taste yourself. His other hand moved to massage your boob.

"Mm, I could get used to these distractions" your tongue was covered in your own arousal. He tilted your head to the side to swiftly kiss you.

"ass up" he ordered.

You quickly peeled off your shorts and got on your hands and knees, lowering down to arch your back.

"study this picture, then I'll ask you the questions" his voice echoed from standing behind you.

The next picture was even more detailed, and right now all you wanted to do was get fucked by your sexy husband.

"times up" he snatched the picture from your hands. Bringing his fingers back to tease around your pussy.

"I'm ready" you croaked.

"The car in the picture was a: suv, truck, cab, or jeep?" he curled his fingers to insert them inside you.

"Mm, it was truck" you bit against your lip harshly. His fingers pumping their way in and out of you.

"good. In the photo, the closest licence plate was what: PBU2142, AEI7271, HII0546, or HJI0746?"

A moment passed in silence, where you tried to focus back on the picture between the last two options. Your brain was slowly shutting down at the overwhelming pleasure Tim had been giving you.

"Tim I don-" you began to speak when he cut you off with a slap on your ass.

"Not good enough" he demanded, pumping his fingers even faster against your g-spot, causing your mind to drift even further away.

"fuck- oh my- it was the third one HII0546" you stammered.

When he pulled his fingers out, you figured you got the question correct, getting rewarded from your response.

He asked you another question in which you answered correctly.

"Okay two more. The time on the clock was what: 12:10, 4:10, 8:30, or 2:15?"

"It was 2:15... wait maybe it was 4:10" your face was getting flushed as you needed to feel him so badly it was driving you crazy.

"what's your final answer y/n?"

"it was 4:10" you mumbled under your breath, not sure if that was the correct answer. Another hot sting welted your ass when his palm slapped it.

"do you think you deserve to be fucked? Getting all these answers wrong with a small distraction?" he fumed. As much as he knew you'd to do well, he loved testing you. 

You shook your head side to side, feeling your arousal seep down the inside of your thighs. It may have been a small distraction to him, but when he knew exactly how to work your body it was very distracting.

"Focus baby" he started to rub his swollen red tip against your clit.

"What colours were the barricade blocking the... road" he paused as he sunk his way into you.

You let out a throaty moan. Your head trying to stay focused or else he would make this brutally difficult. All you wanted was for him to fuck you senseless.

"It was- fuck" you squeeze your eyes shut "-it was black and white" you breathed. His strokes now quickening as your pussy clenched around his thick cock.

"that's my girl" Tim praised, fisting your hair and pushing your head firmly into the sheets.

He started pounding you from behind, gripping onto the sheets to ease some of the pressure.

"Please baby-" you cried out. His harsh trusts had you jolting forward and then back as he continued.

"fuck you feel so good" his voice just above a whisper. His jaw was clenched tight as his veiny hands moved to hold your hips in place. Your ass slapping against his skin while he listened to the sounds of your desperation.

"I'm gonna come" you whined. Tim hadn't fucked you this hard in a long time and it made you fold quickly.

His thrusts changed to short and hard, hitting deep from the angle.

"Tim" you shouted, feeling a pool of spit dampen the comforter under your cheek.

"that's it baby, come on my cock" he talked your way through both of your orgasms.

Your walls pulsed around his length in a steady rhythm as he couldn't hold back and came inside you.

"fuckk" he groaned, letting his seed fill you up.

You sunk down onto the bed, noticing the papers were now fully jumbled up next to you and spread out over the floor.

No more studying for tonight

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A/N: hey everyone! wanted to bump this out now, as I have a busy rest of my week. I'm graduating university シ excited but also very nervous.

Side note: could you imagine walking into a college class and Tim Bradford was your teacher... I think I would die.

I'm thinking to do two more chapters, scenarios from here on will be by suggestions only. Meaning that you can leave me a comment on what you'd like to see leading up to the sexual scenes. I may have ran out of ideas after almost thirty damn chapters of this... lol.

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