Need to write all this down because I just stared into space for a solid 30 min just dreaming about this scenario / potential fanart comic that I could draw of Ben x Devi (Iâve been obsessing over them for the past couple of days and itâs probably due to me not having good dick since god knows forever)
So the comic will start off with Devi being sort of upset and horny, reminiscing about her interaction with Paxton - maybe a really hot makeout sesh and theyâre about to have sex - except last minute, Devi gets cold feet and itâs sexually frustrating for Paxton. So Devi is hella embarrassed and mad at herself for pulling back. She tries to initiate again, but Paxton is just like, âforget it, youâre not ready,â and Devi is like âno, I want it.â And Paxton pauses, looks at her, and shakes his head like âno, youâre not. Itâs okay. I donât want you to feel pressured to do something youâre not ready for.â Which Devi feels insulted by and is terribly sorry. Paxton just smiles and kisses her on the forehead and is like, âI think I should drop you off. Itâs getting late.â
End daydream. Devi reels in secondhand embarrassment and is mad at herself for stopping. She vows not to do that again and, of course, in typical Devi fashion, she thinks to herself, âwell, if we end up having sex the next time we makeout, I better do my due diligence and research into how to properly have sex.â
And what other way to learn about something than to study up on it?
She begins thinking about how she could do her research. Sheâs studied anatomy before and knows the basics - the testicles, the glans, urethra, sperm, prostate, yadda yadda. And sheâs taken health class and sexual education on how to put on condoms (on bananas- nonetheless - San Fernando valley had pretty liberal sex ed).
But sheâs never seen what sex looked like. Never heard it. Never smelled it. Never experienced it from afar or visually.
Thatâs when she thought of it - porn.
She goes to her room, opens up her laptop, and googles âporn.â Search results pop up, and she catches glimpse of some of the keywords.
âPerky oiled brunette shoves two cocks in both holesâ
âSlut sucks slobbers on big veiny dickâ
âCurvy sexy ebony rides and squirts before getting facialâ
The ache in her groin gnawed even more andâdid she just twitch down there? With her blood rushing to her cheeks and between her legs with each horny, perverted word that her eyes came across, her fingers tremble and her body - her breasts - feels like itâs tingling, aching and needing to be roughly handled.
Nervous and horny, she clicks on the first one: porn hub.
She enters a site of orange and black - a pop up window asks if sheâs 18 or older. She hesitates, feeling dirty and corrupt. She clicks on enter.
Squares of images lined in a grid populate, organized by category. She skims the words - âAnalâ, âBBW,ââCumshot,â âCompilationsââthe list went on and on.
One of the categories catches her eye: âDesi.â
It was both laughable and eye-opening to see that category. A category just for Indian women? She was both amazed and flattered, and for just a brief moment, she wondered if her ancestors could see her.
Oh god, why is she thinking of him all of a sudden.
Ashamed, she shakes her head, exits out of the window, and closes her laptop. A cool chill runs down her spine, calming her excitement, chilling the pulsating heat that had pooled between her legs. Sheâs embarrassed for thinking of her dead father and for even thinking of looking up porn. Sheâs ashamed and pushes her laptop away, now doubly frustrated at herself and for still being sexually pent up. She gets up to grab water in the kitchen, hoping the ice cold water will help temper her aching need.
Deviâs ears perk, and she furrows her brows. Who could this be, she thinks, as she ran down the stairs, walking to the door to peep through the hole.
She gasps, âoh crap.â
Ben was supposed to come over to work on a history project with her - and have dinner, she remembers, since she told her mom and her mom insisted.
âAh, yes Ben! I remember that boy with the massive pimple on his face who cried in my office!â Devi smirks at Naliniâs comment but then remembers, dammit, why did her mom also want him for dinner?
She opens the door, deepens her frown, a blush creeping on her face as she locks her brown eyes with light blue ones.
âSup, loser,â Ben says, and Devi almost loses her blush except he smirks, a twinkle in his eye, and a slightly lifted brow. Deviâs eyes trail down over his shirt which clings to his pecs and biceps, and she feels the blush coming back.
And then she notices his strong arms and hair and veinsâ
âFuck you,â she says, rolling her eyes, quickly turning her back against him so he doesnât see her blush harder.
Jeez, whatâs wrong with her today? Devi thought (as well as Ben). Why was she so god damn horny?
âWhatâs your problem, David?â Ben asks. He looks around Deviâs living room. âWhereâs your mom?â
Devi shrugs. âProbably at work with her coworkers. Momâs trying to bring more fun and benefits to motivate them, she claims.â
âAh, that explains it.â Ben is a little relieved since Deviâs mom was a tough one to please. But, he knew that Nalini had a soft spot for him. (Or, at least he had a 95% confidence level in that thought).
âActually, kanna, Iâm just finish up cooking dinner here with Kamala,â Nalini chimed.
Ben and Devi snapped their heads towards the direction of the kitchen where Nalini and Kamala were cleaning up.
âAnd if you had helped me like you should have done, youâd know that I was busy cooking up aloo gobi dosas before leaving for my work event later tonight.â
Ben sniffed deeply, the aroma of ghee and asafetida and cumin wafting in the air. How did Devi not notice her mom was cooking with the delicious smells dancing in her home?
âS-sorry mom, I forgot. I just have been feeling a bit out of it today,â Devi replies sheepishly. âKind of feel hot.â Which was true. Something was terribly wrong with her today for some reason. It felt like there was this growing ache down in her groin that needed to be filled, and with each step she took, every friction against her clit would send shivers of pleasure all over her body.
Before Ben could react, Nalini immediately runs to Deviâs side and places the back of her hand on Deviâs forehead.
âHm,â Nalini scrunches her brows. âI donât feel a fever, but you do have a slight blush. Devi, if youâre feeling sick, please donât get us all sick and go to your room. You shouldâve told us and Ben earlââ
âIâm not sick!â Devi blurts, shaking her head. Nalini is taken aback.
âI- I guess,â Devi lowers her voice, trying to come up with an excuse for why she was dickstractedâer, distracted.
âI feel burnt out from studying for AP physics and AP calculus this week,â Devi lies.
âAmateur,â Ben scoffs, smirking. He looks at Devi who snaps to look, looking both mad and flustered, her cheeks tinted slightly redder than normal. It was enough to wipe the smirk off his face. Was she okay?
âIâm not letting you show me up, you jerk!â
Yeah, she was okay, he thought.
âDevi!â Naliniâs jaw fell and she looked like she was about to chew Deviâs face off which terrified Ben.
âN-no, sorry Ms Vishwakumar, that was totally my fault and uncalled for,â Ben cuts in. He looks at Devi who still looks mad at him (but less so, maybe a bit of relief).
âWould it be all right if we study first and then eat dinner?â Ben asks, not sure whether to direct the question to Nalini or Devi first.
âDinner will get cold,â Nalini warns. âBut, I must leave now, so you two can do what you will and whatever regarding dinner.â As she runs towards the door and grabs the keys, Nalini whips her head back and stares daggers at Devi.
âDevi, behave please,â she says through gritted teeth before shutting the door.
Devi sighs in relief and turns to Ben.
âSo,â she says, heading towards the stairs. âLetâs get moving. We donât have much time before dinner gets cold and itâs bedtime.â
Ben nods, walking behind under her. He looks up - damn she has a nice ass - curvy and round. He notices she is wearing a pretty short skirt, andâwas thatâŚ
Ben blinks twice in disbelief, looking away before looking again. It was no doubt what it wasâsticky wet lubricant-like liquid. Running down her inner thigh. Or maybe thatâs sweat, he told himself.
Ben blushes. Wow, he felt like such a pervert for staring up her skirt. That and they were going up to her room. To study. Yeah.
(But damn her butt, her curves)
As they enter her room, Ben immediately plops down on the floor, opens his bag quickly, pulls out his AP European history book and notebook, and opening them and flipping through pages (nervously?) and quietly.
âDude, youâve been eerily silent this entire time,â Devi torts, and she canât blame him, canât blame how nerve wracking it was to have your chiseled (wait shut up Devi) arch nemesis in her room - supposedly a safe haven - to study. Come to think of it, why did she let him in her room? She began to regret her decision, especially when she realized that her nervousness was also turning into heated excitement, her breasts were tingling with desire and even her clitâ
âYou said you wanted to hurry, so here I am, focused, David,â Ben snaps. He ignores the fact that sheâs not wearing a bra and that her tank top isnât enough to hide her hardened nipples.
(Her cleavage looked so inviting, he dare not stare too long at her tits)
âActually, for once, you didnât use your brain and suggest we work downstairs and eat dinner simultaneously instead,â Devi retorted. âLet me just grab my laptop and we can go back downstairs to study and eat dinner at the same time.â
âDonât put the blame on me for your lack of brain usage,â Ben snapped back, rolling his eyes.
Devi throws a stuffed animal at his head, and he barely dodges it.
âAsshole,â she mutters as she gets on her knees and reaches over her mattress and duvet, grabbing her Macbook.
Thatâs when Ben saw her soaking wet panties.
Heat rushed from his head to his other head, his cock jumping.
Holy fuck, he thought, is she doing this on purpose? Why did she have to put her ass up like that? Was this intentional? This was a little too cliche, he thought, and porn-like. Girl wearing no bra and apparently soaking wet invites horny boy over to her room and puts her ass in the air while in bed?
âUh, yeah, yep, sure, thatâs probably a better idea,â Ben stammers, trying to ignore his growing boner and grabbing his books. âLemme just stuffââ
ââthese booâŚ.ooks. Books. In my bag.â He pushes the last book in his backpack and zips it up.
Oh dear god, did she notice his almost Freudian slip?
He glances over at her, and sheâs got a raised brow. âUh, okay, weirdo, did you just almost say boobs?â Devi says.
âWhat, no?â Ben says. âYou weird pervert.â
âDonât lie! I saw you staring at my boobs! Youâre the pervert!â
âWhat kind of crap are you projecting onto me for? Iâm innocent!â
âYouâre like the least innocent person I know!â
âThatâs definitely not true,â Ben scoffs. âAnd even if it was, itâs better than being an Unfuckable Nerd.â
That did it. That was the straw on the camelâs back. Devi was enraged, insulted, and sexually frustrated. Ben had dug into a deep insecurity of hers, a wound that she desperately wanted to heal and prove herself out of. For all her life, she had never felt desirable, never had a boy flirt with her or ask her out or even given her attention. When Ben first called her an âUnfuckable Nerd,â she didnât show how painful the sting of his insult was to her lonely heart. She did not want to be the forever nerdy virgin who was seen as sexually undesirable and âgod forbidâugly.
(Was that why Paxton pushed her away, she thought briefly?)
âShut up!â she yells before chucking her laptop at him. She misses by a meter (thank god her eye hand coordination was god awful), but sheâs not sure if she was even intending on hitting him with the laptop. Still, the moment the laptop flew out of her hands and onto her carpeted floor (with a nice thud), Ben knew he had made a huge mistake. And so did Devi (though she dare not be the first one to admit that she was wrong).
Except she was really wrong this time.
âDevi!â Ben exclaimed. âIâmââ
âOh fuck Ben, Iâmââ
Both Ben and Devi apologized simultaneously, with heavy regret and a tint of fear in their voices.
âN-no, I crossed the line, Devi,â Ben said. âItâs reallyâŚmisogynistic and objectifying of me to call you Unfuckable.â
Because youâre quite the opposite, he thought.
Devi acknowledged internally the apology, but it still stung painfully in her heart. She wanted to let him know that it still hurt.
(Especially hearing that term from him).
Still, she knew she was also incredibly at fault for almost injurying Ben.
âIâm also sorry, I reallyâŚreally shouldâve not thrown my laptop at you. I couldâve injured you really badly.â Devi dropped down to her knees, getting down to Benâs level since he was still on the floor, a bit shaken by her throwing her laptop at him.
âI guess I deserved it,â he said. He looked over at the laptop on the ground.
âBut if you did break it, donât expect me to pay for a new one,â he said with a smirk.
Devi rolled her eyes. âIâm not your sugar baby; I wasnât expecting you to pay for a new one.â She crawls towards her MacBook (Ben consciously looking away since sheâs on her knees again) and opens it, praying to herself that it was still functioning.
She tapped on her keyboard multiple times.
âOh fuck,â she whispered. She kept tapping on the keys of the keyboard.
âCrap!â Devi hissed. âOh no, no no no!â She was sort of panicking. âI knew this would happen.â
âSo why did you throw the laptop then?â Ben slyly asked.
Ben scoots closer to Devi, wraps his arm around herâ
Devi is shocked, his graze making her melt into his touch, sending the pent up frustration and heat back to her ache and pussyâ
But, Ben was only merely reaching around to press down on her laptopâs button for a couple of seconds before the lock screen shone back on.
Oh, Devi thought, a feeling of defeat and disappointment settling in her chest. He wasnât hugging her.
But, hey her laptopâs alive.
âOh thank god,â she says, breathing a sigh of relief before turning to him - wow heâs somehow pretty close to her face and body and oof, his proximity sets a fire across her entire body â
âConsider yourself lucky. Looks like you donât have to buy me a new laptop,â she says, smirking.
âIn your dreams, David.â
Oddly enough, Benâs arm is still wrapped around her, his presence warm and enveloping. Devi is tempted to lean into it but knows better (especially not now when she has been hot and bothered all day).
She types her password in her Lock Screen, hits enter, and gasps in horror as she realized that she didnât properly close out her browser full of porn -
(which is now blasting moans of cam girls fucking the selves with sex toys all thanks to livejasmin)
âOh shit!â Devi immediately slams her screen shut again.
Benâs brows shoot up, eyes widening and jaw dropping in guffaw. A laugh of disbelief escapes from his throat.
âHoly crap! And you called ME the pervert?â Ben laughs. âWhoâs the pervert now?â
But damn, wow, heâs turned on.
He tightens his arm around Devi in a proper hug now, pressing her closer to him, and leans in, an inch from her ear, whispering â
âYouâre a dirty girlââ
Before pressing his lips on hers.
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