Chris Hartley wearing your underwear by mistake because I said so.
An 8am lecture left him rushing out while you slept. Curled into bed after a special night, to Chris at least. Every piece of him was unsure to what it actually meant between you now.
He's always had such a deep seated fear of rejection words often got left unsaid. Most things, got left unsaid. He wasn't a poet. Not like Mike and his suave moves between every pair of legs. Or Matt holding the door open for every girl, hanging off his arms in awe. No, he was a coward when it came to this. Leaving before you could reject him when you awoke.
His early morning shame and insecurity kicks his feet against pavement. Shifting soft cotton into a wedgie.
Soft cotton.
He's not wearing his boxers. He's not even wearing the right socks. 7:30am and he's tripping over himself to get back to you. To dirty drawers on your floor, -A one more day wear without being gross. Something completely justified between him and Josh as "still sanitary."
Instead he's wearing the floral lace garment he took off you last night. Still coated in your dried release. A fact he's still not entirely confident that you reached. Girls fake it all the time in pornos, not that he watches that stuff. Not often- not at all. Nope. That stuff was full of false love and jizz.
Between you and Chris it was a pity fuck. You felt bad for the guy in Tech following you around campus. The idea of you actually liking a guy like him seemed implausible, there was just no way. Even with the way you looked at him last night.
His own thoughts were flustering him quicker than his feet could carry him. He could only imagine what he looked like to spectators now. Hunched in on himself, speed walking down the street on the verge of an anxiety attack. Many of which you have sat through with him in the past month and a half.
Soft hands guiding his breathing over a failed exam. Sitting with him outside, just being. Soft hands tracing his brow bone in the dark, almost caressing. So soft, like the cotton underwear against his coc-
Getting a boner in public was not on his to do list of today. He had to hurry this up pronto. Focusing on the softness of your underwear wasn't doing him any favors.
It's like his brain had gone haywire. Every moment, every sensation wanted to relive in his mind on repeat. Breast, waist, hips, ass. Even your shoulders, the arch of your neck, the dip of your collarbone-
God, he was being a complete freak even by his standards. Every thought pushing blood until he was sporting a semi outside your complex.
And now inside your complex with a slowly rising, anxiety, insecure, shame fueled erection.
I feel like ppl are starting to become rlly ungrateful to AO3 the past year or so. Idk if it's because it's become mainstream or what, but the amount of time and effort people volunteer for FREE. Into this site is insane and you're just gonna sit there and bitch about them being down meanwhile they are actively working to fix the issue for US. Obviously we make jokes because duh we miss it and it's like a vital part of enjoying fandoms to most ppl. However there's a big ass line you start to cross when your fussing about it being down for LESS then a day.
I survived the great shut down, so can you. Be humbled, and respectful. Thank you to everyone who ever put AO3 together and continues to keep it going. It's amazing to be a part of a community of people just by reading.
It's an ofc so obviously she's named but outside of that the only description I'm opting to give her is height and having hair on her head I've rewritten the draft TEN TIMES, tossing between 2nd and 3rd
Also obviously I'm not an active writer so I don't do a ton bro (please have mercy the last time I wrote AND posted was years ago)
I only seem to force myself to write when there's barely anything for the characters (I haven't even finished S2 but I'm so down for Claudia already)
I might lie to you all and do 3rd pov if nothing clicks properly
Maybe it's just my feed, but I feel like twdg has been very popular again? (As it should be)
But it's got me missing Clem and wanting to replay, and forcing the people I care about to play.
I have 20 pages of fanfiction and comic plotting that I cannot do because my iPad is garbage, and I need to buy some new devices. But someday, I will write and release what the world deserves to see.
Help, I'm still struggling to use Tumblr and accidentally deleted this-
Anyways omg hi, woah. I wasn't expecting anyone to actually read let alone want more from my stuff. That was the first smut fic/drabble I've ever written.
I submitted this as an idea/thirst to another account but I think I'll expand on that here now-
(I mean with every fiber of my being when I say, he is a switch.)
The thing is, this man can dish it out but can't take it back. Being a relentless tease, it's one of the things that really connects him and Josh as friends.
When you're prepared for a calm night together of him taking the lead, soft whispers of teasing in your ear. He fully believes he's got this down pat, even feeling the slightest bit smug.
Content to make actual love to you, with soft caresses and warm kisses. Connected at the hips, pelvis pressed against your clit in all the right ways. Tangled together in a dance just for the two of you.
So when you beg him to absolutely "wreck my pussy." He freezes like a deer in headlights. Only in his wildest dreams have you spoken to him like this.
He was so flushed the moment those words left your mouth. The tips of his ears were flaming with heat and continued to be spread all the way to his chest.
He was completely stiff as a board. You could see all of him physically tensing, every muscle in his stomach felt taunt against you. Though his face showed no sign of what he was thinking.
It almost started to worry you, the question on the tip of your tongue. Until his hips snapped back, and began a rabbit pace that stole all breath from your lungs.
"You can't just say things like that when I'm inside you!" The whine in his voice was so unexpected, but so very welcome.
It takes him awhile to truly build up confidence, that's just the kind of person he is. Clearly his confidence has gone through the roof with a little dirty talk.
He was gonna drive you crazy with how absolutely fast he was going. Despite being the typical nerd, you knew he had the body to lift you off the ground and more.
He leaned down to kiss at your neck, " Say it again."
Confusing etched into your face momentarily until you understood the message. "Say it again, I'm gonna wreck this pussy." He was practically moaning and mewling like an animal in heat at this point.
Hooking your ankles under his ass to pull him impossibly deeper just prompted you to beg more of him.
"C'mon, I know you can do it. Wreck this pussy." Practically out of breath, you still said it again and again, and again. "Wreck my pussy please."
Sliding a hand between you seemed impossible, but with the way he was grinding into your clit with each thrust it wasn't needed.
Impossibly close to tipping over the edge, you swallowed each other's moans all the way to the finish line.
Pulling out slowly was as antagonizing as it was pleasurable. "God, I think you might have actually wrecked my pussy."
He looked panicked for a second, not quite being all there yet, even muttering a quiet "What-"
"I'm not serious honey, get your head out of the clouds." He slumped next to you, resting his head on top of yours.
"I didn't expect you to get so worked up." His blush was back, "Neither did I." The clear embarrassment shining in his features once more.
"But um, I liked it. The dirty talk you did- we did."
You went to bed content that night, learning something new about you and your partner.
100% a switch, this man can tease AND be teased, into a whimpering sobbing mess.
Just imagine the two of you at the Washington's lodge, it's late into the night. Everyone's dead asleep as far as you're aware. But you still have your hand covering his mouth to quiet the soft whining he lets out. He just can't help it, it's not his fault when you're the one making him feel so good.
Fisting his cock, the slicking sounds of spit and precum fill the open air. A strong hand grips your forearm while another is in the sheets.
He really shouldn't be doing this when his best friend's right across the hall. It's his family lodge, he was invited to, this feels so disrespectful.
The thought flies over his head when he realizes what he's about to do. He's so close, almost right over the edge. You know it by the telltale twitch of his brow, the way his eyes have a watery glaze, the increasing hot pants against your palm. He knows you know, and he also knows you're not gonna let him cum that easily.
Slowing to a lazy handed pace, thumbing the head. He stares at you silent with begging eyes. Drool slips from his lips to pool in the palm of your hand. "Chris do you know how sloppy you are right now? C'mon keep it clean, we're guests here."
With a soft stare, he opens his mouth wide enough to start lapping at the saliva collected in your hand. Still keeping a steady pace, he pulls back enough for you to cup his jaw in your hand. His voice hoarse, " Please don't make me beg. You know I'm sorry for teasing. I won't do it again. "
You both knew that was a lie. "Give me a kiss, and maybe I'll let you cum, okay?" The relieved sigh he let out, made his shoulders slump despite still being tense.
The kiss was all tongue, wet, and desperate. Pulling away, the string of saliva connecting you snapped. He almost looked like he was in a haze. "Please, please, please, love you, wanna cum already."
With a quick kiss to the cheek, your hand gradually picked up speed again. Choosing to swallow his moans with a kiss sent a shiver all the way to your core. Your other hand came to cup his balls in a smooth motion.
Massaging gently, and jerking contently, thumb angled just against a vein. He came with a silent cry, almost gasping for air.
He was so beautiful like this, eyes rolled back, sweat absolutely drenching the both of you. Flushed to the neck down. He spilled himself all over your fist, with a splash against his stomach into his happy trail.
"if I must say, that was very badass of you." Panting but still smiling, you splayed your fingers against his stomach marking out his release. "I love you too."
- tag list: @z0mb1epuzzy (thank you so much for inspiring me to write)
I'm rewatching all of south park and it takes so much brain power to figure out what Kenny says, like lil dude will be saying "I have got a ten inch penis" and then it'll be five minutes of trying to decode that shit
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