LOSER.
Disclaimers: Chubby reader, mdni, fluff, smut, (kinda) , gentleness, mentions of insecurity, loser!reader, popularguy!someone you imagine. p in v, etc etc. Kinda shitty smut.
In your two years of college, you weren't very interested in making friends like others were. You were there to learn. Sure - it got boring at times, but you kept yourself pretty occupied. Doodling, daydreaming, studying. People said, college means you "have fun," you "fuck around" but you weren't exactly interested in that. And not that you could be, either way, because most people would either ignore you or call you a loser in a pitying way.
You had your own group of friends of course, but they were all in different courses so you only saw them in the hallway. You liked keeping it small. Did you long for the social, party life your classmates had? Well.. yes, but did it bother you that much? ..no? Maybe a little bit. But you liked the way it was anyway. Besides, popular people, they're all the same! They usually think they're better than others, they get mean to others sometimes, and they're always sooo egoistical, surrounded by attention. You weren't that type, and you hated attention anyway. You had your special interests, did decently in school, and a part time minimum wage job as a cashier at a nearby Lidl. It was fine. The job didn't give much but gave enough for you to keep an apartment nearby the college. You just hated dorm rooms. They have no privacy. No one paid much attention to you, but it was fine. So, when you bumped into him, you expected him to tell you to "scram" or "watch where you move." But that wasn't what happened. You reached down, already muttering apologies, while picking your books up. You wanted to get it over with and run so the attention wouldn't be on you. But it was. Because you looked up and saw him, and he was full on blushing. Red. You assumed it was because you embarassed him, but he started stuttering. He never stutters. He's known for being cool, cold, uncaring, calculated. Everybody wanted a piece of him. Was he hot? Of course. Did you want him? No, because he has way tooo much attention on himself, and again, you hated that. "O-oh- uh- s-sorry name, I- I'll pay more attention next time." He said, hand scratching behind his neck. ..Okay, is this a joke? Is he making fun of you for muttering apologies? Why is he acting like this? Why is he so goddamn red? Whatever. You needed to leave before he yelled out a joke about you being fat or something. You said, "It's fine." And went on your way, books picked up. You took a couple of steps, and looked back to see him standing there, looking back after you. He made eye contact with you and you decided it's your cue to go. You thought that was weird, but it woud surely be the end of that. Well, not exactly. From that day on, you started seeing him EVERYWHERE you went in school with your friends. You questioned it, but thought nothing of it, because why would you? He can be anywhere he wants to be. It's been weeks and you kept seeing him around still - You thought it would go away. But no, because that day you went to school and found a rose in your locker with a note that said it's from him. You tore the note apart and rolled your eyes. Why? This joke has been played on you before. The, "Oh hey name, my friend likes you!" cruel joke. You threw the rose away too. You're way too old for these. But what you didn't know, Was that he was watching it from a far, watching you tear his note apart and throw his rose into the trash, on the brink of tears. Why did you throw it away? Did you not like roses? Did you just not like him? But why? He was nice!
He's spent weeks trying to get closer to you, never getting enough confidence to talk to you but the one time he does, you break his heart like that? Why? His friends said you found him attractive because well, everyone does. You thought nothing of it all day. Thought it would go away. You also thought it was pretty rude - I mean, really? Over bumping into someone once? Overreaction. Well, until your last class ended and you found yourself looking up at him because he literally stood in the doorway, scratching his neck. Whispering, muttering something you couldn't hear. But you were already annoyed because during your last class one of the girls made fun of your tornado presentation which you spent weeks on working, especially because you love tornadoes. So you kind of snapped. "Listen, I- I've already had these jokes done on me before. I said I was sorry about bumping into you, I don't know what else you want from me, and honestly it's kind of a childish move to pull that joke. We're all adults here." And he stood there in silence. Frozen. He didn't know what to say? Good! You told him! You weren't gonna be the same little girl in high school who got bullied and said nothing! You did so good - wait was he crying? Tears were genuinely starting to come down his face. "A-are you crying?" Oh no, there it goes, your voice just cracked. You hate making people cry. Were you that mean? It wasn't even that mean, was it? He just shook his head, saying, "No," confidently this time, trying to seem bigger but the tears kind of kept coming down his face. "W-why would I be crying?" He asked, and then he muttered a "fuck" quietly, and of course you heard THAT but not what he was muttering before. You sighed. You caused this, you were gonna deal with this. You spoke, "Listen. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry-" but he cut you off. "Why don't you like me?" He asked, voice cracking, looking at you. You raised an eyebrow. Is this serious? Was one of the most popular guys in this college asking you why you didn't like him? "I do like you." And his eyes sparkled. "Really? But you threw the rose away. Does this mean you would go on a date with me?" He asked, almost shaking. Wait. Did he just say date? ..With you? ...Was this a joke? "I don't have any money," you say, assuming he wanted you to pay or something. But he shook his head. "I'll pay. I promise. Please?" He asks, and you got more confused. "..Are you joking right now?" You asked, but he looked panicked immediately. "W-what? No! Not at all! I really like you, and I would like to take you on a date."
You sighed eventually, saying yes. What's the worst that could happen from this? You didn't have much time left in college anyway, so even if this was a prank, you wouldn't have to bear it for too long. You agreed to set a time on friday, 6pm, because you just loved the way Friday sounded and it was one of your favorite days anyway, right after thursday. You thought he would stand you up or make fun of you, or make it a joke. ..Well it turns out it wasn't a fucking joke because he turned up before 6pm, another rose in his hand, and he was wearing a suit. An actual, suit. While you were wearing a sundress. Simple. ..Did you underdress? or did he overdress? He looked panicked. You walked over, saying hi, and with shaky hands he handed the rose over. It smelled nice, and it was pink. Pink was your favorite color, so of course you loved it. "I- I booked a reservation in a restaraunt not too far from here." It was very obvious he was trying hard to look confident. You smiled at it, it was cute from him, and he smelled really nice. You followed him and while he was silent during the walk, he did get talkative in the restaraunt. And only then did you realize, shit, YOU underdressed. But you can't blame yourself - He didn't exactly tell you he was gonna take you somewhere this fancy. While you two waited, he started talking. About his life, about college, about what he plans on his job being, and he actually asked about you too. The conversation eventually shifted. The wine you ordered did its job, made it much easier to talk about things, especially for him. He admitted he wanted to ask you out for so long, He switched topic of course, but you couldn't let that go. "Wait- what? You wanted to ask me out?" You asked, looking confused. "Well, yeah. Sorry if that's weird to say." He looked away, sheepish. "No, not at all. I just didn't expect that." You said, swallowing.
"Why not? You're pretty. I was worried you had a boyfriend, or something," he admitted, his eyes suddenly very interested in the floor. You shook your head and smiled. He was being pretty cute. You two talked for a little more, ate food, and he was very respectful. The mood lightened, and you two made jokes, drank a little bit more. He got confident at the end. But it was time to go, the restaraunt was closing. He walked you home, and when it was time for you to go inside, you genuinely hesitated. "Do you want to come in?" You asked, and his eyes lit up. "I mean- yes- If you're okay with it." "Yeah. I'm okay with it." He called your apartment pretty, even though it was small. You guided him to the couch and grabbed some popcorn - and gave it to him. You put on random videos to watch, and he eventually put his hand on yours, allthough nervously. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the mood. But you leaned over and kissed him. He wasted no time kissing you back. He deepened the kiss, a surprisingly good kisser- and he pulled you onto his lap. It wasn't long before you were full blown making out, the video in the background fully forgotten. His hand stayed on your back, strictly. You broke away, and he was worried he did something wrong. Already opening his mouth to apologize when you took your sundress off. He took this as a sign to take his shirt off- and shit. His chest was toned. Chiseled, almost, you could say. His hands on your back, yours in his hair. He slowly fiddled with your bra, and you smiled. "You can take it off, you know." And without wasting any time, he quickly unclipped your bra, pressing you against him more. You moaned into the kiss. He suddenly got way more confident, and let one of his hands wander to your ass, the cupping your cheek. When you broke the kiss, forehead against his, he got you off of his lap and stood up. Was that it? Did he realize he didn't want you? Well, those overthinking thoughts quickly went away when he started fiddling with his belt, hands shaking so he was messing it up. You helped him take it off, and he looked at you like you were some sort of angel. He got out of his pants - rock hard. He sat down next to you again, and he swallowed. "Do you want this?" "Yes," It wasn't even a question. You expected him to just take his boxers off and fuck you, but no. He got down on his knees, and looked up at you to see if he could do this. You nodded. He slowly slid your panties off of you and he spread your legs slightly apart. He started leaving kisses along your thighs, teasing. Your moans were like a melody to his ears. He finally put his mouth where you needed it most, and fuck he felt good. You didn't know being eaten out could feel this good, sure, you've had decent head before, but none like this. He worked his tongue on you, and slid one finger inside. He sucked on your clit, and you swore you would come so you got him off of you. The only place you wanted to come on tonight, was his dick. He was confused. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, tilting his head. You shook your head. "Sit on the couch," you said. He obliged immediately. You slid his boxers off, and you sat in his lap. He blushed hard.
You looked at him. "Can I do this?" you asked. "Please," he begged, almost drooling at the sight of you naked on top of him. When you finally slid in, You realized you might've taken a bite too big for you. He was roughly 7-8 inches and you were.. Not exactly used to that. And not only that- he was pretty too. Though he looked like he was suffering more than you did, because when you finally started moving, he actually started groaning. "Fuck.. You're so pretty," he said, thrusting his hips slowly upwards, meeting yours. He held your face, too, with one hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. He was going to lose it. He started thrusting up into you harder, faster. He was practically drooling over you. You swore you've never moaned louder, and your neighbours probably hate you now. But you didn't care, you couldn't care. You weren't thinking about it. In fact, you weren't thinking about much at all this time. "Fuck, I wanted you for so long," he whispered between kisses. "I've always wanted you to be mine. Fuck, for so long.." He groaned. You moaned, barely hearing his words but they sure as fucking hell helped you out with getting closer to your high. Who knew he would be a talker? And especially someone who praises you? "Are you mine? Can you be mine? Please, fuck, tell me you're mine." He asked, thrusting harder and harder into you. "I-I'm yours - f-fuck..." You moaned out. You kissed him again, and with that you reached your high. Right after, he pulled out and came outside of you, breathing hard. The thoughts came back again. What if this was all he wanted? Would he leave now? Are you another notch on his belt? No. He got you off of him, and the first thing he did after standing up was bringing you a blanket and cleaning up around you. What the fuck? is this a dream? He made sure you were okay, and apologized if this went, "too fast." You smiled and said no, and he immediately said, "I hope you don't think this is all I wanted. I really, would like to date you.." He said, looking away. You laughed and pulled him into the couch with you, cuddling him. You kissed him. "I would like that too."
this is my first post in a while, and ive decided to make it today after a looong ass break of everything. It's pretty shitty, and not proofread, so sorry if this didn't turn out good. The man i imagined for this was Simon Riley, but I know it wouldn't exactly fit so I say imagine whoever you want. It's been a good while since I've posted or written anything, so again, I'm sorry. Gojo, König, Simon riley, etc.