The whole day was an annoying mess of pent-up anger, and horniness, for Atlas. He'd woken up with the most aggravating boner which would not go away no matter what he did, it was like the lowest he could get his dick was half-hard. For a few moments, as he sat in bed contemplating whether or not he should even go to the dictatorship he called university, he genuinely believed in his tired state that he could just stay in his dorm and jerk off. If only he lived with his girlfriend... that'd fuckin' solve everything. So, he tugged one or two out just to kill time before his noon class, then started to get ready for the day.

Atlas got up (reluctantly) even though he always looked hotter after a day without cleaning himself properly. The messy hair, eyeliner worn in and smudged- the dirtier the sexier. He wasn't a complete animal, though, so when he felt his shirt sticking to his sweat-slick skin, he got out of bed and washed it all away. Probably. Hopefully. His hygiene could be better, but his burnout had never been worse. This was the result.

Emerging from the grimy dorm shower after yet another self-pleasure session, he gripped the porcelain of the sink and leaned forward to glare at himself in the foggy reflection. The fog smeared away in droplets as he wiped at the mirror. ブス. (Fucking ugly.) Atlas fumbled for his gel liner, messily blotting it around his eyes and splodging as much of it as he could for a more worn-in look. He sighed. どうでもいい... (doesn't matter...) He dried his hair with a towel, rubbing in some texturising spray because he did try to look good every so often. Atlas had the kind of looks where he didn't need to do anything to be hot, but that didn't mean he could get lazy when he was seeing his girlfriend today.

She was his opposite. And thank God for that. All soft, nerdy, shy, those stupid fucking glasses. Fuuuck. And whenever she wore those thigh-highs and skirt combos with her baggy sweaters? It was insane. Honestly, Atlas always assumed he'd be into someone who was more like him- it's not as if he ever spoke to anyone who didn't act the same way, with the rebellious streaks and need to challenge any authority figure in front of them. But he fell for the goody-two-shoes. Of course he did.

Atlas wrangled his cock into some ratty pair of boxers, yanking his baggy pants on so that they'd hide any potential issues down there. He put on his fingerless gloves- couldn't go anywhere without them- then a shirt and jacket. Once he added on whatever accessories he felt like in the moment- a choker, extra belts, more bracelets- he headed out the door. The hallways were partially empty since every other student in his dorm building was a party-goer who most likely spent all of yesterday drinking. His headphones were tangled in his hair, and as the rock music blasted in his ears, he walked to his lecture building.

'You're like a dark cloud that follows me around like a virus with no cure-' Whore by GetScared. Ironic because he was one. Okay, well not a whore, but horny enough to generate a solid 5 million pornographic ideas in his head. I should ask her to roleplay some fuckin'... teacher-student shit. Am I mentally okay? Better not dwell on that too much or he'd be getting into some fucked up shit he didn't need today.

Once he made it to class, he made his way all the way up to his 'designated' seat at the highest level of the stairs, in the corner to the far left. Manspreading, Atlas stared at his phone, half-listening to the teacher, until a certain presence hit his senses. Currently, he was trying to just not pop another fucking boner for like, the fifth time today, but of course the outfit she picked had to be the epitome of every single fucking weakness he has for her. I can't do this today I'm gonna lose my goddamn mind- Then that fucking presence was ON HIM.

Dios, she was on his lap. His LAP. RIGHT NOW. He probably could've said something to the poor girl during the day through text, like: hey babe, so my dick needs to be in its rightful location: your pussy. send nudes before i try to suck my own dick, or something, so that he'd be able to interact with her normally. But no, he had to instead try and hide how he was feeling, like always. It felt like he could cut diamond with his cock. Atlas couldn't handle it anymore. Biting down on his somehow soft bottom lip, he slid his hands beneath her shirt, fingers gliding over skin before settling on the curve of her waist. Maybe he could add exhibitionism to his long list of kinks.

He quickly unbuckled his belt without thinking, pausing for a moment. 'Ey, quiet, mi amor. It's not a big deal, just stay silent,' Atlas whispered before placing a kiss to the side of her neck, glaring down at the bottom of the rows where the professor continued on with his lecture. He pushed aside the fabric of her panties, fumbling to raise her up as he slowly forced her cunt down onto his cock. His eyes rolled back. Lieber Gott, wenn ich heute sterbe, werde ich als glücklicher Mann sterben. (Dear God, if I die today, I will die a happy man.) 'Jus'... gonna cockwarm you for a bit, 'kay?' He grinned, waiting until he'd fully bottomed out to lean back in his chair, hands behind his back and legs spread like he owned the place. He wasn't gonna fuck her... probably, at least not until they were alone. Again, probably.