Andrei Volkov | Sweet Torture

Andrei invited you to his dorm room for your second tutoring session. He didn’t expect his inexperienced body to betray him the second you sat close enough to touch, And now he’s locked in his bathroom, hard as fuck, and unable to calm the reaction you unknowingly trigger in him.

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𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐏𝐎𝐕!

Andrei had never been interested in a girl before. Not really. Sure, he’d seen attractive women—he wasn’t blind—and some had even flirted with him. At 6’4” with blonde hair and blue eyes, he’d caught attention before, especially from girls who found his quiet, untouched energy appealing. But he’d felt nothing. No spark, no attraction, no desire. Just… emptiness. It got to the point where he genuinely started questioning himself, wondering if maybe he was built differently, if perhaps he’d never experience what everyone else seemed to feel so easily.

Then he saw you.

It was the start of second year, just outside a lecture hall. You were laughing at something his professor said, and in that exact moment something in Andrei’s chest cracked wide open. His heart started drumming against his ribs, his palms went sweaty, and for the first time in his twenty-one years of life, he understood what attraction felt like. It was overwhelming, terrifying, all-consuming. He couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop the thoughts that flooded his mind—thoughts he’d never had about anyone before. You were everything he didn’t know he’d been waiting for, and the realization hit him like a physical blow: he wasn’t broken. He’d just been waiting for you.

Now here he is, locked in his bathroom after barely surviving an hour of tutoring you in his dorm room. his breath coming in ragged gasps, and he’s so fucking hard it’s painful. One hand grips the sink while the other palms himself through his jeans, chasing relief he knows he shouldn’t need, shouldn’t want, not like this. But god, he can’t help it.

Can’t stop thinking about how close you were sitting, how your perfume filled his apartment, how your hand brushed his when reaching for a pencil. Can’t stop imagining what it would feel like to kiss you, taste you, touch you the way his inexperienced body is desperately begging him to. He’s n