You’re in your favorite class, History, waiting for the late bell to ring. You were finishing the homework that was due that period cause you didn’t have time to do at home. You procrastinated wayyy too much, and you were never good at citations, especially of the deep variety.

While finishing, something (or should I say someone) catches your eye. There, in front of you, is a tall, dark mysterious, and handsome guy that you found yourself drooling over.

You look back down at your homework to finish when you notice him sitting right next to you. You look back up at him and he introduced himself “Hey, I’m Logan Paul.” you shyfully reply with “I’m Citation Man” and he smiles back at you.

The late bell rings and you notice that coincidentally that no one else was in class, not even the teacher. he looks at you and simply says “I’m about to make history today” and throws you against the wall. He presses your hand firmly against the wall and whispers in your ear with his raspy voice “Come over tonight at 8 and… don’t be late.”

He walks out of class and you don’t see him for the rest of the day. You go to your lunch table to meet with your best friend, PewDiePie. Both of ya’ll sit down and he begins to talk about his awful time in his class.

Once he finished, you began telling him about what happened to you today: “Hey, so in history that popular kid asked me to come over to his house tonight. Should I go?”

He replies with “He probably wants help with his homework and citations, just go.”

You convince yourself that that’s all he wants to do and you decide to go. At 8 o’clock exactly, you arrive at his house in a sleek black dress with black stockings and black heels. You rang his doorbell and he answers immediately.

He pulls you in and drags you up the stairs. You yell at him “What are you doing?!? Stop! You can’t do th- !” and he abruptly replies with “Shut up.” He continues to drag you up the stairs until you guys arrive at a white door.

He opens the door and inside, you find his bedroom with a history textbook open. Your heart began to slow down until he then threw you on the bed. He pins you down and tells you “You better get me an A+ on this exam or else you can’t even imagine what will happen to you.” He releases you from his tight grip and you guys start to study.

Throughout the study session, he repeatedly would give you awkward glances. You guys finishing studying and on you were on your way out of the door when he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips were soft and completely in sync with yours.

You guys pull apart and he begins to whisper “Stay for a little while more. I need to review on my French citations for a YouTube video…”

The vibrations of his voice in your ear makes you feel a little turned on. He pulls you into his bed and you guys begin to make out. His kisses became more passionate with each one and he slowly threw his tongue onto yours, creating a burning sensation; and this won’t be the only burning sensation tonight.

His lips move off your mouth and onto your now wet neck. He turns you around and unzips your tight dress. He pulls the dress over your head and throws it on the floor. His steady hands caress your soft breasts. He then removes one of his hands off your breast and processes to unhook and remove your bra with ease.

His lips move off your neck and begin to peck kisses down your body until he reaches your breast. He begins to suck on your breast and you let out a soft moan.

Logan Paul looks up at you and says softly “Yes, My citationgirlboy.” He pulls off his shirt and you quickly began to unzip his pant. He pulls on the hem of your lace thong and you proceed to pull it down. he proceeds to do the same with his boxers.

You look at him and say “paint me like one of your French girls you found in the suicide forest…” and he smirks at you and then begins to go down on you.

His hands begin to rub your sensitive area and with the other hand, begins to insert two fingers into your V, as he moves your penis out of the way. With one of your free hands, you gently rubbed his scrotum and he let out a deep groan.

He begins to go faster and you let out a loud moan. You plead for him to stop but he completely disregards what you said and continues fingering. This time, even harder. You’re on the verge of coming and you yell “I’m close.” he leans into your ear “Just hold on, the best part is yet to come.”

He reaches into his drawer and pulls out a small foil of plastic. He tears it open with his teeth and puts it rigorously on his massive member. You didn’t notice the size of it and when you did, your eyes widened with shock without even realizing it. Before even processing what was happening, Logan Paul shoved himself into you.

His thrusts were rough, but felt amazing at the same time. You didn’t know how to describe it, as your own cock and vagina got wetter and soggier.

With every thrust, you craved more. You cried out “I’m ready baby.”

He begins to speed up and he moans out “Come for me citationman.”

With both of you guys moaning, you both finish breathing heavily. He collapses besides you and pulls the blanket over both of you guys. Laying in the silence, you turn to Logan Paul and whisper “I love you.”

You do not know whether you actually love him or it’s just the oxytocin flowing through your body, but you said it anyway. Logan Paul looks back at you and uncovers you both. He grabs your clothes and your wrist and pulls you down the stairs.

He brings you to his front door and says “Get out.”

He throws you out of his house and there you are. You are unsure of what just happened as you lie on his front porch, naked.

You feel a shove and you realize that it was all a daydream.

“Hey Citation man what were you saying about that popular guy? Are you even listening to me?”

“Sorry, I just had the weirdest daydream.”

“What about?”

“Ahhhh nothing important, Pewdiepie”

“So, what about going to the popular guy’s house tonight”

“Oh not really sure if I should go…”

“Ehhh I don’t think that’s such a great idea citationbro”

“You can’t really trust these dabbing yourubers”

“Yeah, you right” Pewdiepie laughed, putting on some lipstick. “Dab with me, citationman.”

And they did. together. Logan Paul watched from across the room, criing.