i know in my heart (despite That Nickname in harvard) john marino would not be able to string a sentence together in front of a girl he's realllly into ...but don't worry, he'll make up for it later ;)
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you’re wedged on the battered couch in the middle of someone’s too-loud house party, half-drunk from the cheap vodka punch that’s bright red and staining the rim of your plastic cup, legs crossed and bouncing a little while you watch the swirl of strangers getting sloppier and sloppier, and your friend taps your shoulder like she’s got a secret worth telling and says she wants to introduce you to a guy she knows from college, he’s a hockey player, real quiet but apparently incredible in bed, they called him “the female orgasm”
you roll your eyes at the nickname but you’re intrigued because that’s an absolutely absurd thing to say about someone who’s blushing to the roots of his brown curls, standing behind her in a faded crewneck with a beer can dangling from long fingers, brown eyes darting anywhere but at you, jaw set so hard you can see the twitch in his cheek like he’s trying not to grind his teeth, cute nose, sharp jaw that could make a nun horny, and he’s got this tongue-tied energy like he’s choking on everything he wants to say
you say hi first, of course you do, he just nods, opens his mouth, shuts it again, clears his throat like it’s full of barbed wire, finally blurts “john” like it’s the hardest word in the world, voice raspy and low and you’re wet already, no reason except the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not watching, pupils blown so wide they’re practically swallowing his eyes
your friend cackles, says “she’s single” and pats him on the shoulder like he’s a racehorse waiting for the gate to open, and he just stands there red as sin, swallowing, unable to respond except for this tiny exhale that sounds like he’s been holding his breath forever, but he doesn’t move away, doesn’t run, just stares at your mouth like he wants to crawl inside it
you don’t even remember how the rest happens, the music pulses and the world seems to tilt, one second you’re exchanging stupid stilted words and the next you’re pressed up against the wall in the darkened hallway, bodies crushed together, his big palms framing your face with surprising gentleness even as his mouth crashes onto yours like he’s starving, teeth scraping your lip until you gasp for him, his breath ragged in your mouth, fingers sliding down your neck and curling there, thumb pressing into your pulse as you moan right into him
he groans at that, a rough, strangled sound buried in your mouth, squeezing your throat just enough to make your cunt clench and you whine for him, embarrassingly desperate already, his hips grinding hard against yours while the party rages a room away, muffled bass rattling the walls as you writhe under his hands, clawing at his sweater, trying to pull him closer even though there’s no space left between you
he breaks the kiss, breathing like he’s been drowning, eyes locked on yours, words shredded from his voice as he mutters “need you” against your jaw, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses there while you pant, your fingers dragging up into his curls, tugging him closer, nails biting his scalp so he hisses, low and savage, and you feel him shiver against you
he doesn’t say much more, can’t, mouth too busy devouring every inch of your neck and collarbone he can reach, both of you staggering down the hall like you’re trying to merge into one person, bumping into the doorframe before tumbling into the spare bedroom in a tangle of limbs, the door slamming shut behind you as he pins you against it, hand tight on your throat again while he kisses you so deep you see sparks
you manage to gasp out “the bed,” and he freezes for half a breath like the word rebooted his brain, then nods, eyes flicking to the mattress covered in throw pillows, grabbing your hand with bruising force to drag you over, shoving you down into the pile like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held, arranging the cushions around your back, tucking one under your head with this maddening care even as his fingers fumble at the button of your shorts
“want you comfy,” he mutters so quietly you almost miss it, voice shaking, fingers shaking, but the second the zipper gives he’s laser-focused, yanking them down your legs while you squirm, panties soaked through and sticking to your folds, embarrassing sticky string of slick clinging when he pulls them off, his eyes flicking there and going glassy with want
you bite your lip, trying to hide how wet you are but there’s no chance, he sees everything and he fucking growls, actual low sound in his chest, crawling onto the bed between your spread thighs, palms pushing your knees apart until you’re wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the dim light, twitching, little flutters making the slick smear across your inner thighs while you moan breathlessly for him
he just breathes there for a second, nose almost brushing your mound, inhaling deep like he wants to memorize your scent, whispering “fuckin' phenomenal....” voice cracking on the last word, fingers splayed on your hips to hold you down as you buck impatiently, whining his name in this ruined voice you don’t even recognize
his tongue hits you like a brand, hot and wet and firm, licking a broad stripe from your clit down to your entrance and back up, slow, savoring, making your hips jerk hard before he clamps them down, pinning you to the bed while he groans against your slit, the vibration making you squeal and tug at his hair, knees trembling against his shoulders
“stay still,” he rasps, voice shredded, muffled between your thighs as he licks you again, wetter, sloppier, circling your clit with maddening precision, teasing little flicks that make your hips twitch despite his grip, your cunt clenching hard enough you feel every flutter, every ripple, leaking slick onto the pillows while you moan and beg in choked, broken noises
he moves one hand, pressing a thick finger to your soaked entrance, sliding in slow as his tongue flattens on your clit, applying perfect pressure, curling his finger up to rake across that spot that makes your vision white out at the edges, your walls convulsing around him, sucking him in greedily as you cry out for him, voice high and shaking
“that’s it,” he murmurs against you, words smeared with spit and slick, “is that good?” sounding almost reverent before he seals his lips around your clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking lightning-quick, finger pumping inside you, stroking just right, and you lose it completely, voice ragged with your gasps and mewls, your cunt spasming around him in hungry little pulses, dripping down to his palm as he works you through it
he doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop to smirk or taunt, just locks in like he’s made to do this, another finger pushing in beside the first so you stretch open around him, gummy walls squeezing tight, squelching lewdly while he tongue-fucks your clit, breath blowing hot across your slick folds as you babble curses, his name, anything to make him keep going
your fingers claw at the pillows, knuckles white, back arching, thighs clamping around his ears but he just groans into your pussy, the sound vibrating through your entire core until you’re shaking, gasping like you’re about to cry, pleasure rolling over you in crushing waves that leave you limp and twitching, voice breaking on every pathetic whimper
and he only stops when you shove at his head weakly, legs quivering too hard to close around him, your entire cunt slick and messy, inner walls fluttering around nothing as you whimper and shake, his face wet with you, curls sticking to his forehead, brown eyes black with want, licking his lips slow as he drags himself up your body to kiss you messy and deep, letting you taste yourself while you pant into his mouth, boneless and ruined beneath him
#HOLYFUCKINGAIRBALL