Synopsis: Popular sorority girl shoko purposefully failing her classes just so she can get closer with the pretty nerd she’s been crushing on
CW: lesbian sex, scissoring, fingering, pussy eating, titty sucking, mutual masturbation, striping, praising kink, worship
If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI
The knock on your dorm room door made you jump, nearly spilling your coffee across the organic chemistry textbook you'd been highlighting. You weren't expecting anyone—your roommate was gone for the weekend, and you'd specifically planned a quiet Friday night of studying.
"Coming," you called out, adjusting your glasses and smoothing down your natural hair, pulled up in a messy puff on top of your head.
When you opened the door, your brain short-circuited.
Shoko Ieiri stood in your doorway, looking like she'd stepped off the cover of a magazine. Her silky brown hair fell perfectly around her shoulders, her makeup was immaculate despite it being nearly eight PM.
The most popular girl in your organic chemistry class. President of the most exclusive sorority on campus. And absolutely, devastatingly gorgeous.
"Hey, cutie." She smiled, and you forgot how to breathe. "Can I come in?"
"I—what—yes?" You stepped aside automatically, your cheeks burning. "I mean, yes. Of course. Um. Why?"
Shoko walked past you, her perfume leaving a trail of something expensive and intoxicating. She surveyed your small dorm room with interest—the fairy lights strung above your bed, the overflowing bookshelf, the desk covered in color-coded notes and highlighters.
"Cute room." She turned back to you, and there was something in her dark eyes that made your stomach flip. "Very you."
"Thanks?" You closed the door, hovering awkwardly by your desk. "Not to be rude, but... why are you here? We've never really talked before."
"We sit next to each other in orgo."
"You sit next to me because it's assigned seating."
She laughed, low and warm. "Fair point. But I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now. You're kind of hard to approach, you know."
You blinked. "I'm hard to approach? You're literally the most popular girl on campus."
She sat down on your bed—your bed—like she belonged there. "I need your help."
"I'm failing orgo." She said it so casually. "Like, actually failing. If I don't pass the next exam, I'm going to lose my position in the house."
That didn't make sense. You'd seen Shoko in class—she was always attentive, always taking notes. Sure, she spent a lot of time looking at her phone, but she didn't seem stupid.
"You want me to tutor you?"
"If you don't mind." She patted the bed beside her. "I can pay. And I'm a very good student when properly motivated."
This was insane. Shoko was in your room, on your bed, asking you to tutor her. Things like this didn't happen to girls like you—quiet, nerdy girls who spent Friday nights studying instead of partying.
"I... sure. Okay." You grabbed your textbook and notes, settling onto the bed beside her with what you hoped was a casual distance between you. "What chapter are you struggling with?"
You stared at her. "All of them."
"I told you, I'm failing." She pulled out a bag of gummy bears, offering them to you. "Start from the beginning. I'm a blank slate."
Three hours later, your voice was hoarse from explaining reaction mechanisms, and Shoko had somehow migrated closer and closer until her thigh was pressed against yours. You tried to ignore it—tried to focus on the molecular structures you were drawing—but her proximity was making it very hard to think.
"So the nucleophile attacks the electrophilic carbon," you explained, pointing at your diagram, "which causes the leaving group to—"
"You're really pretty when you're concentrating."
Your pen skidded across the page. "What?"
Shoko was looking at you with an expression you couldn't read. "You get this little furrow between your eyebrows. And you bite your lip when you're thinking. It's cute."
"I—that's—we should focus on the material."
"Should we?" She reached out, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. Her fingers lingered on your cheek. "I have something to tell you."
Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure she could hear it. "W-What?"
"I'm not actually failing orgo."
The words didn't compute. "But you said—"
"I have a 94 in that class." Her smile turned slightly sheepish. "I've been purposefully bombing assignments for the last month so I'd have an excuse to come talk to you."
"I've had a crush on you since the first day of class." She said it so simply, like it was obvious. "But you never noticed me. You were always buried in your books, or rushing off to the library, or studying in that little corner of the coffee shop where you think no one can see you."
"That's... a lot of observation."
"I'm very observant when it comes to things I want."
"Desperately." The word sent a shiver down your spine. "I've been trying to figure out how to approach you for months. The tutoring thing was the best I could come up with."
"You tanked your grade for me?"
"I can bring it back up." She waved a hand dismissively. "The real question is—do you want me too? Because if not, I'll leave right now and we can pretend this never happened."
You physically couldn’t bring yourself to say no.
Shoko Ieiri was out of your league in every possible way.
"I don't want you to leave," you admitted quietly. Her smile was radiant. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. But I've never... I mean, with a girl, I haven't..."
"That's okay." She cupped your face in her hands, her touch impossibly gentle. "We'll go slow. And if you want to stop at any point, we stop."
"Okay," you breathed. "Okay."
It was soft at first—exploratory, questioning. Her lips were impossibly smooth, tasting faintly of the cherry chapstick you'd watched her apply earlier. When you gasped against her mouth, she took it as an invitation, deepening the kiss until your head was spinning.
"God, I've wanted to do that for so long," she murmured against your lips. "You have no idea."
"Cmon baby, call me Shoko." She kissed down your jaw, your neck. "I want to hear you say it."
"mmnh—Shoko," you repeated, and it came out embarrassingly breathy.
"Perfect." She nipped at your pulse point, making you gasp. "You're perfect."
Her hands found the hem of your oversized t-shirt—definitely not what you would have worn if you'd known this was going to happen.
"Can I?" she asked, fingers playing with the fabric.
You nodded, “Fuck," she breathed, staring at you in your simple cotton bra. She pushed you gently onto your back, hovering over you.
She kissed you again, her body pressing against yours. "Do you know how many times I've thought about this? About getting you alone, getting you out of those clothes?"
"Tell me," you whispered, surprising yourself with your boldness.
"I think about you everyday in class." She unhooked your bra with ease, tossing it aside. "When you're focused on the lecture and I'm supposed to be taking notes. I think about what sounds you'd make if I touched you."
"What sounds do you think I'd make?"
"Let's find out." Her mouth found your breast, and you whined —loud and unrestrained.
"There it is." She swirled her tongue around your nipple, making you arch into her. "Even prettier than I imagined."
"Oh god—" Your hands flew to her hair, tangling in the silky strands. "That feels so—"
"So what?" She switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention. "Use your words, pretty girl. I want to hear everything."
"So good," you gasped. "So good, please don't stop—"
"Wasn't planning on it." She kissed down your stomach, her fingers hooking in the waistband of your sweatpants. "Can I keep going?"
She pulled your sweatpants and underwear off in one motion, leaving you completely bare beneath her. You moved to cover yourself instinctively, but she caught your wrists.
"No hiding." Her dark eyes roamed over your body with obvious hunger.
"You look like everything I've ever wanted." She pressed a kiss to your hip, then your inner thigh. "These curves? These thighs? This soft stomach?" Another kiss to your belly. "Gorgeous. Every inch of you.
"You're wearing too many clothes," you managed, tugging at her sweater.
She grinned, sitting back to pull it over her head. Her bra followed, revealing her perfect breasts, pink nipples already hard. Then her jeans, her underwear, until she was as naked as you.
"Much better." You reached for her, pulling her back down. The feeling of her skin against yours made you both moan.
"I want to taste you," she murmured against your neck. "Been thinking about it for months. Can I?"
She kissed her way down your body, settling between your thighs. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but when she looked up at you with those dark eyes, all you felt was wanted.
"So pretty," she whispered, her breath hot against your core. "So wet already. Is this all for me?"
"All for you," you confirmed, your voice shaking. "Please, Shoko—"
The first touch of her tongue made you cry out. She licked through your folds slowly, exploring, learning what made you gasp and what made you moan.
"You taste incredible." She circled your clit with her tongue, and your hips bucked. "Could do this for hours."
"Please—" You weren't even sure what you were begging for. "Fuckahh, more—"
She gave you more. Her tongue worked your clit with increasing pressure while one finger teased your entrance, gathering your wetness before pushing inside.
"Oh fuck—" Your back arched off the bed. "Yes, yes, right there—"
"Right here?" She curled her finger, finding a spot that made you see stars. "You like that, pretty girl?"
She added a second finger, stretching you deliciously. Her tongue never stopped its assault on your clit, and you could feel your orgasm building embarrassingly fast.
"Shoko—I'm gonna—already—"
"Already?" She sounded delighted, not mocking. "Let me see. Cum for me, pretty girl. Show me how good I make you feel."
"C-Can't—s’embarrassing!—"
She sucked your clit into her mouth while her fingers pumped faster. "You're perfect. Now Cum."
You shattered. Your orgasm crashed through you with an intensity you'd never experienced alone, your pussy clenching around her fingers, your thighs squeezing her head. You cried out her name over and over, tears streaming down your temples.
She worked you through it, gentling her touch as you came down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs.
"Beautiful," she murmured. "So fucking beautiful when you cum ."
"I want—" You were still catching your breath, still trembling. "I want to touch you too."
"Yeah?" She crawled up your body, her wet lips meeting yours in a kiss that tasted like you. "You don't have to—"
"I want to." You flipped her over, surprising you both with your boldness. "Tell me what you like."
She looked up at you with something like wonder. "Whatever you want to give me. I'll take anything."
You kissed her deeply, then trailed your mouth down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. When you took her nipple into your mouth, she gasped, her hands flying to your hair.
"Yes—fuck—just like that—"
Encouraged, you sucked harder, your hand coming up to palm her other breast. She arched into your touch, soft moans falling from her lips.
"You're so good at this," she breathed. "For someone who's never—oh god—"
You switched to her other nipple, biting gently, and she whined high in her throat. The sound went straight to your core, making you clench around nothing.
"Can I taste you?" you asked, suddenly desperate to make her feel as good as she'd made you feel. "I've never done it before, but I want—"
"Yes." She spread her thighs for you, and the sight of her glistening pussy made your mouth water. "Fuck baby, Ahh—hh."
You settled between her legs, taking a moment just to look. She was beautiful everywhere—even here, pink and wet and swollen with arousal.
"Tell me if I do something wrong," you whispered.
"You won't. Just—oh fuck—"
Your first tentative lick made her whole body shudder. You licked again, more confidently, exploring her folds the way she'd explored yours. When you found her clit, she cried out, her hips bucking against your face.
"holy shit!—right there—"
You focused on that spot, licking and sucking experimentally. Her moans guiding you—higher when you did something right, desperate when you did something really right.
"Fingers—" she gasped. "Add y-your fingers, baby"
You pushed one finger inside her, amazed at how wet and tight she was. When you curled it the way she'd done to you, she practically screamed.
"Yes! Fucknghh, just like that—"
You added a second finger, pumping them in time with your tongue on her clit. She was falling apart above you, her thighs shaking, her hands fisted in your sheets.
"Gonna cum—" Her voice was high, desperate. You worked harder, faster, and felt her clench around your fingers as her orgasm hit.
She came with a cry of your name—your name—her whole body convulsing with pleasure.
When she finally stilled, you crawled up beside her, suddenly shy again. "Was that... okay?"
She laughed breathlessly, pulling you into a kiss. "Okay? That was incredible. Are you sure you've never done that before?"
"Never." You ducked your head, smiling.
"Mmm." She rolled on top of you, her thigh pressing between yours. "I'm not done with you yet, pretty girl." She started grinding against you, her wet pussy sliding against your thigh while hers pressed against your core.
"I want to feel you cum against me."
"Shoko—" You gasped as she found a rhythm, pleasure sparking through you with every movement. "Oh god—"
"That's it." She kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth. "Move with me. Let me feel you."
You found her rhythm, your hips moving in tandem, your clits grinding against each other's thighs. The friction was incredible—wet and hot and building toward something explosive.
"Feels so good," you whimpered. "You feel so good—Hah—shit!"
"You feel better." She was panting now, her movements becoming erratic. "Gonna cum again— gon cum with me babe ?—"
"Yesyesyes! Shoko—" You both came together, clinging to each other as waves of pleasure crashed through you both. You felt her wetness gush against your thigh, felt your own release soaking hers, and it was the hottest thing you'd ever experienced.
She collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard, sticky with sweat and other fluids.
"Holy shit," she mumbled against your neck.
"Yeah." You laughed weakly. "Holy shit”
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