#chubby nerd

[wolfbunsart]

There's a trend on Twitter of drawing fat college Asriels, upon hearing about this my "drawing pathetic looking fat men" muscles activated.

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[spaceferren-comics]

Our twitter moots demanded suggestive art so we caved in. Here’s Claire Haisley celebrating Easter!!

[rissouu]

nerdy!choso who was sick of letting you walk around, doing whatever you pleased. the day you asked him to be your tutor was when his whole world flipped upside down. him? tutor the most popular girl in school??

it was okay at first, but somewhere along the line your saturday study sessions turned into saturday fuck sessions. you were his first and it didn’t surprise you much.. choso was the school’s number one nerd, and sure he was hot but no girl dared to associate with him, let alone fuck him.

but you were different in so many ways, you treated him like fragile glass that you knew better than to break. you liked to test him sometimes though, just to see if he’d drop the innocent boy act. usually your schemes never worked.. but this time? oh he’d had enough.

“this what you wanted fuckin’ stuck up brat?” choso chuckled darkly, anger radiating off him in waves. large hands struck down, bruising the skin of your ass for the 10th time.

he had you bent over his lap counting every spank and if you missed even a single one, he’d get a belt.

one look at him had your body quivering, his head was tilted and hair messy as his eyes pierced yours. “thought it was cute to stop sharing your location wimme’ huh mama?”

you shook your head which earned nothing but a chuckle from him. rough fingers danced around your clit, flicking it back and forth despite your overstimulation.

a sharp pain had you whimpering, it was only then you realized what was going on. choso sunk his teeth into your cheek with no intentions of stopping until the mark of his teeth was visible.

“how about i start spanking this pretty pussy next?” he smiled when you waved your ass around in anticipation, his greedy greedy girl. “nah.. think ‘m gonna fill her up instead. maybe then you’ll stop fuckin’ playing with me,”

no way this was your same nerdy!choso from before…

©rissouu 2024 (pls i need a choso in my life)..

[merakidoll]

“j-just shh baby” eren plead, rocking his hips into you. your hand covered your mouth as you stared up at him, his glasses getting foggy with each deep breath he took to keep the moans from falling. “j-just please mommy” eren bit his red lip, thrusting into you roughly making him bottomed down. “shitshitshit” tears came to his water line, your pussy was his favorite thing in the world. well after spiderman, harry potter, you, and his mom. but it was still his absolute favorite thing ever.

it sucked him in, wrapping around him so tight that sometimes it was even hard to rock into you. his large hands gripped your love handles, fuckin you onto him, you body jerking and tummy jiggling slightly when your ass connected to his thigh making the sound echo out. “rennieee” you whispered, hands balling into the spiderman covers beneath you. this wasn’t supposed to happen, a cute day at his parents house turned into you two spending the night in his nerdy room.

it was book, anime, spider man, action figure galore. and you couldn’t help but find it so cute.

“shh s-shh” he stuttered, his hair falling out of the ponytail and prettily falling down his face when he threw his head back; adam’s apple bobbling, and cock jerking when you clenched. “g-god” he whimpered, making small thrust, his fat head nudged deep inside of you. “b-babyy” you griped his arms scratching at his skin, trying to do something. the feeling was too much but too little, he was fucking you so slow that it felt like he was edging your orgasm. you looked at him with low eyes fucking him youself.

sliding up and down his dick, his headboard hit the wall while eren let out a choked sob. “nono” it was too late. his organs hit him, his abs flexing as he fell onto of you, glasses falling on the ground while tears poured from his eyes. “that’s it” you whispered in his ears still rocking your hips. his balls where being drained empty. your pussy clenching and unclenching, your eyes focusing on the pathetic man with green eyes who looked at you as if you were some sort of god. “fill me up more baby” you wiped eren’s tear stained cheek holding onto the eye contact as your creamed around him. “y-yess” you cried, your nipples being sucked into his warm mouth making you fall back from your elbows and try pushing him away; but he wouldn’t budge”

“make a’mess mommy” his deep voice sent shockwaves throughout you. your body in sweet bliss for so long eren panicked just a little until you stopped shaking and giggled tieredly. “they’re definitely gonna know” eren only pouted kissing your lips. his cheeks red in embarrassment but he wouldn’t take it back.

[virtual-bunny]

“ HEY NERDY BOY ! ”

random headcannons about nerdjo because he turns me on

pairings: nerd! gojo x chubby fem! reader

WARNINGS: SMUT but not too detailed, some body image issues, probably some writing errors :3

a/n: i might come back every now and then if a new idea pops up in my head hehe

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✧ nerdjo who can almost cry over how beautiful he thinks you are

✧ nerdjo who stammers over his words when you wear shorts that squeeze your thighs just right

✧ nerdjo who clings onto your body and inhales your scent and gets a boner instantly as he grips your love handles

✧ nerdjo who slouches so you can give him a kiss, his glasses slidding down his nose bridge as your lips touch his cheeks, his cheek warm from him being flustered, and when you pull away, nerdjo’s eyes are almost crossed eyed as he sighs deeply

✧ nerdjo who uses your tummy as a stress ball when you sit next to him while he does his physics homework

✧ nerdjo who lays on your tummy as you play with his hair while he sleeps, saliva spilling from the side of his mouth

✧ nerdjo whose so head over heels for you that he begs you to let him carry your books and backpack so he can trail behind you to see the way your ass and thighs jiggle

✧ nerdjo who helps you with your homework and pinches your cheek, side or thighs whenever you get something wrong

✧ nerdjo who holds onto your stomach when you’re riding him, his face flushed and glasses crooked as he looks up at you with drunken eyes

✧ nerdjo who stumbles to catch up to you because he was too caught up watching you walk infront of him

✧ nerdjo who rolls his eyes when his jock friend geto teases him when he sees that gojo isn’t paying attention to lecture “she’s got you wrapped around her finger doesn’t she?” “wrapped around her thighs” nerdjo sighs without a second thought

✧ nerdjo who likes to put his hands around your tummy and gently squeeze it whenever you two are watching tv and you’re sitting between his legs

✧ nerdjo who fivershly pumps his cock at the thought of your round body jiggling when you ride him, or when you laugh, or when you walk

✧ nerdjo who makes snarky comments at you when you try to show him that “you’re way smarter than he is”

✧ nerdjo who reads out his physics notebook out loud just to make you mad because you hate physics

✧ nerdjo who goes all red whenever he brings you gifts on his way to your dorm

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t like going outside and rather stay home watching Teen Titans but still does because he knows you like to go out on dates

✧ nerdjo who used to bite his pencils out of habit but now bites your chubby hands if you’re sitting next to him as he does his homework or helps you with yours

✧ nerdjo who has to assure you he loves you and thinks you’re as beautiful as “The Euler-Lagrange Equation” (you have no idea what this means)

✧ nerdjo who puts his hands under your stomach, thighs and boobs to keep them warm

✧ nerdjo who bores you to death as he talk about quantum physics but you don’t say anything because you find it cute the way he sometimes spits by accident when he rambled and how his glasses slowly fall when’s he’s making movements as he talks

✧ nerdjo who likes to prove you wrong whenever you try to be a “smarty pants”

✧ nerdjo who softens when you go up to him while he was working on a project and tell him you’re worried about him because he looks like he hasn’t slept in three days

✧ nerdjo who mutters to himself in class when a stupid frat guy tries to answer the professors question, obviously saying the wrong answer but clearly only doing it to get laughs out of everyone. “what an idiot.” gojo grits to himself

✧ nerdjo who looks seriously shocked when he’s helping you with your homework and you get the wrong answer even though the right answer is CLEARLY right in front of your eyes “love… you seriously don’t know the answer…?”

✧ nerdjo who spends HOURS in the library to a room all by himself, books, papers, pens and pencils all scattered around the table while trying to get his work done, his hair messy and eyebrows furrowed, but when you text him saying you were gonna drop off food for him, his whole demeanor turns soft and giddy thinking about how he’s gonna be able to see you

✧ nerdjo who if he’s not doing homework or reading, is playing or watching digimon in your dorm, explaining everything he possibly can so you can catch up to the lore (you stopped listening a long time ago)

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t really talk much in class but when he does, the professors have to cut him off because gojo can talk for HOURS

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his lap as he codes on his computer

✧ nerdjo who can solve a rubix cube in a minute and always does when you ask him to (for your own entertainment)

✧ nerdjo whos into physics and computer science

✧ nerdjo who awkwardly puts his arm around your shoulder when the two of you are walking back to your dorm (he nearly trips)

✧ nerdjo who when you tell him a fun science fact, crosses his arms, leans back on the couch and goes “well ACTUALY-“ it’s too late to stop him, he’s already yapping to you on how the fact is wrong

✧ nerdjo who starts looking stupid now because you two have a class together when the new semester started and he can’t concentrate at all because he’s too concentrated looking at YOU

✧ nerdjo who tries to be freaky by putting his shaky hand on your upper thigh but you smack it away and he gives you a sad puppy look as he fixes his glasses, you swear you could see tears forming in his eyes

✧ nerdjo who runs to you when he finishes a prototype for whatever sciencey class he has and with full confidence says “you’re looking at the new science prodigy babe!” “uh huh” you say

✧ nerdjo who goes to the library again to study, he’s so stressed but he’s glad you came along, that’s until you went under the desk he was sitting at, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers JUST barely, hes literally gripping onto the table, face flushed hair messy crooked glasses and chest heaving trying so hard not to make it obvious you have his dick in your mouth

✧ nerdjo who makes you tag along with him to the nearest store to get the newest Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who makes you gasp when you turn around for one second and look back to see him fighting a literal ten year old for a box set of Digimon cards

✧ nerdjo who doesn’t show you memes, but shows you reddit posts that you have no interest in looking at

✧ nerdjo who makes you sit on his face, but not to eat you out, but so your thighs can squish his face. he says that “it de-stresses him” and when you go to complain he says “it’s scientifically proven that it does”

✧ nerdjo who SOMETIMES is a cocky asshole in class, and when an acquaintance of yours who’s also in gojos’s class tells you how much of an asshole your boyfriend is, you straighten nerdjo up by riding his face nonstop to the point he’s crying because HE’S not getting any action

✧ nerdjo who you convince that overstimulating him will “de-stress him” and “make him focus better” so when you tied him up in your bed with a vibrator wrapped on the head of his cock, he’s whining, crying, squirming, eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head and pleading you to “let him do anything to you” (when you finally let him cum he tells you the next day that his focus is 97.56% better than it was the day before)

✧ nerdjo who’s so competitive when the two of you play video games he forgets you’re his GIRLFRIEND and is brutal with the insults when you loose

✧ nerdjo who’s actually really strong and likes to carry you around your dorm or outside when the two of you go for a walk. and even though you’re protesting and telling him you “don’t wanna hurt him” all nerdjo says is “just cause i’m smart doesn’t mean i’m not strong”

✧ nerdjo who likes to suck your clit while gripping your tummy

✧ nerdjo who likes to grip your fupa cause he’s weird like that

✧ nerdjo who ANALYZES your pussy and your actions whenever he’s fingering you or fucking you so he can make you feel better for the next time you two fuck (you always have a stronger orgasam each time after the other)

✧ nerdjo who bites his nails and gets told off by you (he immediately begs for your forgiveness)

✧ nerdjo who kisses your tummy whenever he lays down on your lap and turns his head so he’s looking up at you and says “you’re the most angelic thing i’ve ever seen, you know that?” he sighs contently while pushing his glasses up and giving you the stupidest toothy smile

[hon3y-y]

your choso has rewired my brain...literally cant stop thinking about popular reader who has a new bf every week x virgin nerd choso who despite his inexperience has every intention to leave you dumb on the end of his cock. He even lets you slap his books down and talk shit about him with your little girlfriends in public, but behind closed doors you're the one crying and begging him hdjsjs definition of 'send her back to her bf w my handprint on her ass' aaaaa and if its a love story, it turns out chosos had the fattest crush on her bc he knows shes actually a sweetie at heart but loves her toxic side too and gives her the best dick until she stops playing around like THE REVERSAL 😭 he would be so sweet in his own way and so loyal and a fucking dog to her lowkey but covers it up with mean words and pussy slaps 🥺

Nerd!choso has a special place in my pants heart😵‍💫

Cw; nastyy smut, filming, infidelity(👀), choso is a little pervy but that’s why we love him🫶, talks of bodily fluids, reader is a lil mean

Enjoy<3

After the first time you fucked, he was extremely a little mad about you dating someone the next day (especially since it was his first time and you knew that) but quickly forgot about it once he had his head between your legs later that night, your mouth babbling nonsense when he sucked a little too hard.

He would purposefully leave hickies on your chest and thighs, smiling cheekily as he watched your shakey legs try to dress yourself. “Don’t look at me that way," you mumbled, your usual attitude gone and replaced with shyness under his intense gaze. Yeah, he didn’t have to worry.

Choso let's you get away with everything. the laughing, the pushing, and the taunts about how “small” he probably is from your friends (to which he nearly smirks when you stiffen slightly). He goes along with all of it and even watches you tongue-fuck your stupid boyfriend, who’s likely one hard hit to the head away from permanent brain damage. But he can’t stay mad; you look so cute trying to be tough. Eyebrows furrowed and a little hiss in your tone, knowing that the moment everyone disappears, you’re nothing but a sobbing mess, begging for him to touch you.

You’re in his room later, bent into a mating press, gasping for air as his cock clumsily batters your g-spot. “Yes—fuck, cho! "Your skin feels so hot, and your mind is so numb. Choso is nearly just as loud, already cumming two times, but watching you made it impossible to pull out. A sticky mess of both your fluids caused gooey strings to form whenever he moved away, the erotic sight making him pull out and reach for his phone. “W-what are you—"

You tried to sit up when the light of a camera flashed in your eyes, making you gasp before he tilted it down, focusing on your pussy. “Look at how wet she is.” He reaches out to touch, making your hips jerk in sensitivity. He plays with your wetness, making your cheeks hot, showing off the substance to the camera before placing his finger on your hole to tap at the new cream that seeped out.

You went to pull your legs closed. "E-enough, Choso." You sent him a glare, making him laugh before leaning down to kiss your cunt. He pointed the camera up to catch your shocked face, and you glanced at it again. “Why are you filming this? I never said—"

You squeal as he nips your clit, immediately shutting up but sending him a harsh glare. He kisses your thigh at your compliance. “Do you really not want me to?” He stared up at you, putting little pecks on your bud, making your breath hitch. You shook your head, ‘no’, “fuck, I don’t care, just make me cum,” you whine, pushing his head down. You jolt up, your eyes widening, when you feel the stinging slap on your pussy.

You’re about to speak when he does it again and again, each hit harder than the previous one, a yelp of surprise escaping you as he forces the light in your eyes again, making you squint. “You’re such a slut, it’s almost pathetic." His harsh words make you pout, mumbling about how mean he is. “I’m mean? Tell the camera why you came here.” You bite your lip, looking away, causing him to grab your chin and force you to look. “I’m not asking.”

It feels humiliating: “He couldn’t make me cum.” Your voice is quiet, but you could practically feel the cocky smile on Choso's face. “Who’s he?” You want to die, shaking your head. He rolled his eyes, tapping on your cheek to signal you to talk. With a sigh, you repeat yourself, “My boyfriend couldn’t make me cum.” Choso mockingly coos behind the camera, his thumb going to rub your swollen bud. “And how many times have you cum since getting here?”

He pans the camera back and forth between your needy pussy and pretty face, your sweaty skin glistening under the intense lighting making his cock impossibly harder. You look so delicate, just helplessly taking the pleasure he gives you because your body needs him so bad. Tears gather in your waterline whenever he applies more pressure, eyes zeroing in on the slick that starts to drip down your ass.

You can’t answer, your jaw hanging open when he quickened his pace. Your chest is heaving as you chanted out ‘please!’ hips thrusting up to meet him until you quickly cum with a shutter, choso slowing but not stopping as you relax again. You look up to the camera with a tired smile, holding up your hands to signal four, your eyes could barely remain open, head flopping back into the pillow. your eyes are getting heavy, nearly having you succumb to sleep when you feel his tip align with your cunt. “Flip over, slut.”

He forces you to film yourself as he pounds into you from behind, crying when he leans down to tug at your sore nipples. He forces your back to arch more, pathetically taking his cock into your swollen pussy. If you drop the camera, he’ll wait until you pick it up again. Or, he’ll snatch it from your hand to catch you desperately rutting against him, begging him to let you cum and “fuck you right." He does just that, leaving you with a fried brain and a puddle of your own drool, tears, and juices from how intensely he made you squirt.

Honestly, he’s so horny and has so much stamina he’ll just keep going until he’s shooting blanks, making sure to point the camera at the cum that leaks out of your puffy cunt, spreading your lips so it can closely get your gaping hole. Of course, after he’s had his fun, he’ll gently take care of you. You’re practically sleeping already, barely being able to speak as he nods along to your near incoherent praise, “S'good t’me. Luv you so much."He smiles, a giddy feeling in his tummy, as he holds a water bottle to your lips, which you gulp down quickly, not realizing how dehydrated you really were. He tucks you in, cuddling as you grip onto him tightly.

It’s not long after that you stop seeing the guy you were with, or any for that matter (at least, according to your friends' knowledge). When they ask what happened, you just shrug, making up some excuse, trying not to stutter as the vibrations in your panties speed up. Choso watches closely, smiling happily as you try to discreetly roll your hips<3

A/n: I need him so bad it’s getting to me. Also, send request bc writers block is a btch. Mwah💋

[rissouu]

₊  𐙚 — $LUT TALK- FT. DOM!CHOSO

❝BABY BEND THAT SHIT OVER, LET ME PUT IT IN YO’ GUT!❞

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ info: this is a nsfw/suggestive collection of @rissouu’s dom!choso drabbles, head cannons, one shots, smau’s & series. ages 17+ ONLY, mdni. all works sited belong to @rissouu only— translation on other platforms without permission is prohibited. do not repost/copy my works, doing so will hold consequences.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ warnings: heavy sexual content, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, yandere (?), sub!reader, brat taming, cunilingus, small toxic!choso mentioned, slight spanking, heavy breeding kink, overstimulation, mentions of biting, rough intercourse, daddy kink, mommy kink, aggressive choso, & etc.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ important notes: (you have been warned, please leave now if you’re uncomfortable. from this point onwards it’s on you if you come across anything that triggers you/uncomforts you).

DRABBLES:

obsessed!choso: he always followed behind you no matter where you went as a way to show who you belonged to.

quiet!choso: he was your best friends brother and he didn’t talk to you much, or at all. but that all changed once he caught you getting ready for a date.

brat!tamer choso: after weeks of getting nothing but mean attitudes from you, he finally puts you in your place.

nerd!choso: although he was the school wide nerd, that didn’t mean you could keep testing his patience and get away with it.

babydaddy!choso: you guys broke it off a while after you gave birth to his daughter, but nothing could keep him away from you for long..

stalker sugardaddy!choso: he catches you entertaining the filthy guys your age and decides to drill some sense into you.

(more coming soon <3)

©RISSOUU 2O25, all works belong to @rissouu, do not repost/copy my works. doing so will hold consequences, refrain from stealing other peoples work.

[yanderexchubbyreader]

nerd!yandere x chubby!popular!gn!reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, mature themes, yandere, obsessive yandere, submissive yandere, mentions of getting off to pictures of reader, nothing too bad actually happens

*~++~*

- imagine being the most popular person in school, constantly flocked by groups upon groups of loving and adoring friends

- nerd!yan is one of the first faces you see every morning, it’s totally not because he memorized your routine and what halls you took to get to your classes

- nerd!yan managed to be switched into your classes, under the guise of needing a break from his usually overly busy schedule

- imagine how excited nerd!yan gets when you leaned towards him, asking for help on a math question so sweetly and being so grateful when he didn’t hesitate to help

- you’d touch his shoulder, smiling so warmly as you turned away from him, and poor, little, nerd!yan is done for from just that touch

- he’d go back to his dorm, and taking the pillow he had taped a picture of your face to, he’d shamelessly use it to get off, ruining that same photo with loads upon loads of his cum

- imagine asking him for tutoring that semester, and how happy he is to have you over to his dorm for the first time since he’s fallen in love with you

- of course you’d knock at his door while he was defiling the pillow once again, not being able to finish his task

- the tension of his built up orgasm and you fluttering your eyelashes up at him so sweetly did little to ease the urge to take you there

- he’d cut the session short, not wanting to ruin the progress he’s made in becoming closer to you

- he’d promise you he’d be better help tomorrow, and when you walked away, his eyes couldn’t help but drift to your bottom, his cock throbbing so painfully hard

- he’d have you one day. he just had to make you see that even though he was a little nobody, he wanted to be your absolute everything, and he’d stop at nothing to get there

[eebeewrites]

Band Nerd! Elf BF x Vocalist! Chubby Reader Part 1

Synopsis: It’s your sophomore year of college, and becoming a bard was much more involved than you originally thought. Learning how to utilize the magic you were born with, alongside growing as a musician, frequently kept you busy. You’ve been given an assignment to re-arrange a piece of music, but with some odd requirements; It can’t be two of the same instrument, one part must be performed by yourself, and your duet partner can’t be someone in your class. Being a vocalist, you quickly realize you don’t actually know a lot of instrumentalists, and need to find a duet partner quickly. When you see a familiar elf from your literature class in the music building, you get an idea. 

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, college au, music major au, switch/vers reader, switch/vers love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, bard reader, nerd love interest, smut with plot, first time, inexperienced love interest.

WC: 4.3k

I wrote this alternative series for my OC Taleisin while my blog was taken down. I don't know if I'll continue it, but I had a lot of fun with it and still wanted to post it! You can read his original series here. If people like this I'll continue this as I have some ideas to tie different things together, but I'll still keep writing his original series too o7

‘Why the fuck did I do this?’

10:00 AM didn’t seem that early when you first scheduled for classes. Yet between last night’s choir rehearsal ending thirty minutes late, along with trying to find ideas for your arranging project, you were exhausted. 

Some may have been overwhelmed going to such a large school; your required literature class had at least one-hundred students filling the bustling lecture hall. With this many people, it was easy to blend in, and that meant it was easy to fall asleep unnoticed.

‘This is the last time’, you thought. With all the rehearsals and projects, you knew you were lying to yourself. Still, that didn’t stop you from resting your head on the table and drifting off to sleep. You woke up to find class was over, people awkwardly shifting past you as you stirred in your seat. You lifted your head, only to see a sheet of notebook paper next to you. You looked it over, the page filled with notes on today’s lecture. In the margin was a note, right next to what looked to be a doodle of a cat.  

‘I hope you’re able to get more rest! Hope this helps :D’

You looked around, trying to see if whoever left behind the notes was still there. It had to have been from whoever was sitting next to you. You didn’t know his name, you had looked over at him a few times, but you hadn’t spoken to him throughout the first few weeks of the semester. You took the page and made a note to thank him next class, assuming he’d sit next to you again. 

You made it through the rest of your classes, and decided to take another look at your arranging project, setting your things down at one of the sitting areas within the music building. Relaxing within the quiet hall, you re-read the guidelines; 

Must be a duet, with one performer being outside of the class. 

Both parts must be different instruments.

Must include piano accompaniment. 

It felt needlessly gratuitous. You didn’t know many people outside of other vocal majors, your magic related classes not starting until next semester. You sat at the table, looking over a few potential options. You had already had the assignment for a few days, but still couldn’t even decide on what to rearrange. The deadline was approaching quickly to get the first draft completed, and you needed to figure something out. 

Slowly but surely, the hall got louder, more and more people walking towards one of the large rehearsal rooms. You checked the time; sure enough, this was when the marching band held their rehearsals, the loud sound of rain keeping them from going onto the fields. The entire hallway was quickly crowded with people moving in and out of the room, waiting for their rehearsal to start. The sounds of horns, drums, and woodwinds leaked out from under the door, a symphony of unorganized noise as people practiced and conversed; some of the band students were just as loud as the instruments they played. 

You thought about getting up to leave; after all, a school this big, the marching band had hundreds of people in it, there was no sense trying to get work done here. On the other…perhaps you’d work up the courage to ask one of them to be your duet partner.

You looked around, trying to see if there were any familiar faces. There were a few people you had seen around the music building before, but no one you particularly recognized. You were just about to give up when you saw another boy walk in, and immediately you recognized him. It was the boy who you sat next to in your literature class, the one who had to have taken notes for you. An elf, he seemed sweet; a bit awkward in how he carried himself, wide-rimmed glasses covering his face as he held an instrument case in his right hand, but he didn’t seem unapproachable. 

You stood up, walking over to try and meet him before he walked inside the rehearsal hall. You made eye contact with him for a brief moment; this was your chance to call out to him and ask if he’d help you. Yet as soon as you figured out what to say, he nervously looked away from you, walking towards the door a bit faster. 

You called out, following him. “Hey, wait!”

This time he stopped, looking back at you. He looked terrified.

 “I, uh,” he stammered over his words, “are you talking to me?” 

You nodded your head, “yeah! You’re the guy who sat next to me today in lit, right?” 

He looked a bit embarrassed. “I mean, I sit next to you everyday, but…yeah, that uh, that’s me.” 

Had he really sat next to you every class? You hadn’t noticed until now. “Oh, well…thank you. I mean, I’m assuming you’re the one who took notes for me today.”

“Yeah, no problem, I know you’re tired a lot… I mean I don’t know that, but you sleep in class a lot, so I just assumed…I’m not trying to say you’re lazy or anything like that, but…” he trailed off, as if just now realizing how much he was stuttering on.  “Sorry, I uh, I just wanted to help.”

Perfect. 

“No, no I appreciate it. It’s sweet. Actually, I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something?” You asked, glancing down at the instrument case. “What do you play?”

“Saxophone. Well, alto saxophone, if it makes a difference.”

“Cool, so I have this project for my arranging class, and I need a duet partner who—”

You were interrupted by the sound of the band director’s voice calling out; it was time for their rehearsal to get started. He looked behind him, “I’m really sorry, I need to get going but…I can take a look at it.”

You rushed back to the table where your things sat, quickly grabbing a sticky note and a pen. You scribbled down your name and phone number. “Here,” you handed it to him. “Just uh, text me when you can, and I can explain it. I hope your rehearsal goes well,” you smiled, giving him a wave and walking off, not wanting to get him in trouble. You looked back, and he was still just standing there, dumbfounded by the interaction before one of his friends dragged him inside the rehearsal hall. 

You headed back to your dorm room, finding yourself glancing at your phone every few minutes to see if the boy had texted you. You weren’t sure when rehearsal ended, and part of you worried maybe you had come on too strong. You didn’t want to scare him; you hadn’t even heard you play, but…you sort of knew him. Sort of. Things moved so fast you hadn’t even learned his name. 

🧡: Hi! It’s the saxophone player/the guy that sits next to you in lit :D my name’s Taleisin by the way

🧡: what song are you doing? 

🩷: thank you for messaging me! I actually don’t know yet…I’m a vocalist and I need to rearrange something. For voice and something else, but I can’t have my duet partner be someone in the same class or another vocalist, and most of my friends are other vocal majors 

🧡: ohhh, that sounds tricky

🩷: yeah, it’d be easier if I played an instrument tbh

🩷: but I haven’t even started yet, I know it wouldn’t be a lot of time to practice ;-;

🧡: sure! Sounds like a fun challenge :D just let me know when you have the music done

🩷: thank you so much!! I’ll have it done by our next lit class

Now that you had a duet partner, it was time to find an idea and get to work. 

You watched as he looked over the sheet music, the paper still warm from printing it out just before class. He looked over it carefully, and you couldn’t help but be nervous. ‘Does it look too difficult? Does he think it’s bad?’

“This shouldn’t be too tricky,” he nodded. “Sorry I took so long, I just wanted to make sure I could actually do it,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I don’t want to mess things up for you.”

“No, no, not at all! I’m just glad you’re willing to give it a shot at all. Do you have a class after this one?”

“Not until 1:00, no.”

“Would you be able to practice after this class, maybe? I have access to the practice rooms.” 

“Sure, I’d just need to go grab my sax, but I only live like, five minutes away.” 

You made plans to meet at the music building, asking him to text you when he had arrived so you could let him inside the practice rooms. Once class was done, you parted ways, and headed to the music building to get set up before he’d return to campus. You warmed up, looked over your music, and met him in the hallway once he messaged you. 

You led him back to the hallway of practice rooms, shutting the door behind you as you walked back inside. You waited patiently as he unpacked his instrument, trying to make small talk to fill the silence. “So…how long have you played it?” 

He shrugged, “awhile, kinda on and off for the past uh…fifty years? Something like that.” 

Your eyes widened; you had noticed the pointed ears and angular face, but based on how he dressed and carried himself, you assumed he was around your age, even if he was an elf. “That’s cool. I’ve only been singing for…uh, I’m not sure actually, pretty much ever since I was a kid. I guess it was just something I always wanted to do, so I did it.”

“Like, a calling?”

“I guess so. What about you?”

“Honestly? My parents used to take me to orchestras and ballets a lot growing up.”

“Oh, that’s cute.”

 “Well, I fell asleep a lot.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re not the first person I’ve heard say that.”

“Now I get it, but…there was this movie that came out around then, and there was a song with a really cool sax solo in it. So…I decided to give it a try. I was really bad at being consistent with it, but I figured if I finally went to college I’d need something to do, you know, a way to make friends I guess, so…I kinda just hyper fixated on it until I was good enough to play the music for the audition. It’s kinda dumb-”

“Not at all. It’s more interesting than what I said.”

You got started, and things were going well on a technical level. Occasionally one of you would miss a note, or go ahead of the other, but for a first run-through you were happy with it. You practiced a little longer, before both of you were happy with your progress. 

For the next few weeks, he’d come to the music building and practice with you. You had to tweak the arrangement a few times, but the hard part was over; now, you just had to practice. 

You learned more about him in the time you spent together; he was a computer science major who lived alone in an apartment off-campus. He played in the marching band and the jazz band, and most of the people he hung out with were other non-music majors within the ensembles he participated in, rather than people in his actual major. He was the same year as you, a sophomore. Maybe he was a bit shy at first, but his eyes seemed to light up whenever he talked about anything he was passionate about; computers, games he played, music and movies he enjoyed, and even telling stories about his friends. You went from hardly noticing him in your lit class, to talking to him nearly everyday. Sometimes, he’d even bring two energy drinks; giving you one to make sure you stayed awake in class. 

It was the last day you had to rehearse with him, the performance of your arrangement in two days. You stood outside the door to the practice rooms, only to find your ID card wasn’t working. You’d slide it through the slot in the door, only for the light to blink red instead of green. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, giving it another try before the light stopped blinking altogether. “I don’t know why it’s not working.” You had to practice today, this was your last opportunity to pull everything together. “For some reason my card isn’t working,” you mumbled. 

“Oh. Uh…is there somewhere else we could practice?” 

You looked over at him, awkwardly avoiding making eye contact. He told you he lived alone. You could go practice over at his place. That’s when the intrusive thought hit you.

It came and went quickly, but the vision that flashed through your mind was enough to give you pause. The thought of you on top of him, kissing him and making him whimper from the feeling of your body. You hadn’t known him that long, but you liked talking to him. He was sweet, attractive in a dorky but cute way. Maybe he was a bit of a loser, but he was much nicer than most other guys you had spoken to on campus. From the looks of it, he’d be lucky to have someone like you interested in him. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, noticing you zoning out. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking…you said you live alone, right?”

He nodded, “yeah. We could practice there, if you wanted.”

You smiled, “that’s just what I was thinking.” 

He drove you to his apartment, and you couldn’t help but be a little nervous. Would you actually make a move on him? ‘If he's the type of guy with a gross room and just a mattress on the floor and nothing else, then maybe not…’ He led you inside, and you were happy to be proved wrong. It looked…surprisingly normal, when you first stepped inside the apartment. 

“Sorry it’s a bit messy, I haven’t cleaned since the last time my friends were over,” he mumbled. 

It wasn’t messy at all. Lived in maybe, but far from the horrors of the frat boy bedrooms you had seen before. “It’s okay. Sorry I had to make you come right back here,” you joked. 

“It happens,” he shrugged, setting the instrument case down. “I guess we should get started then, right?”

‘I won’t make a move on him until we run through it successfully at least once, we still need to actually practice,’ you told yourself. ‘Worst he can say is no.’ 

You managed to run through the piece a few times, both of you feeling confident. Yet you couldn’t help but look at him, noticing him stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. Then again, you were doing the same thing. Maybe he had the same idea, maybe he just caught you staring. 

You were just about to wrap up your practice when you worked up the courage to say something. “You have class at 1, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“If you want I could just stay here and hang out until then. That way you wouldn’t have to go back and forth.”

His eyes widened, “sure, if you’d like to. I mean, if you want to go back, I don’t mind, but if you wanted to stay-”

“Cool,” you smiled, putting your music away in your backpack before sitting back down on the couch. He moved to take apart his instrument, his back to you. That’s when you got an idea. 

Maybe it was a bit bold, but it’d certainly get the point across quickly. You listened as he spoke about the weather, unsure if it’d rain or not for marching band practice later in the day. You took your shirt off, your tits still covered by your bra as he continued. “Yeah, they don’t really cancel practice ever, since we can just go inside, but there was this one time last year where—” he turned around and stopped, staring at your breasts. “Uh…you took your shirt off,” he mumbled, still unashamedly fixated on your cleavage. 

“Mmhmm. Is that okay?” 

“Uh, yeah, totally, for sure. I uh…” his tan skin flushed. “If it’s like, hot in here, I can turn on the air conditioning or—”

“I wanted you to see them.” 

He paused, wide eyes blinking back at you. “I…huh?” You watched as it finally clicked for him. “Oh…I get it, I think. I-I’m not really sure what to do now though. Or if I’m missing something.” 

You shrugged, “what do you want to do now? Or…is there something you want me to do? I can put it back on, if you’d like.”

“No, no, that’s…that’s okay, this is…this is good,” he stumbled over his words, still standing in front of the instrument case. “Could I uh, could I still sit next to you?”

“It’s your place, go ahead,” you giggled. He sat down, still keeping a bit of distance, but close enough to touch you. “I can take more off, if you’d like to see.”

“Only if you want to, but…I’d like to. To see, I mean, if you’re okay with that.”   

You reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, your breasts fully visible for him to see. He seemed entranced by you, watching your movements as he shifted his legs closer together. You were smart enough to know what he was trying to hide. He was speechless, looking you up and down. “You’re…” he mumbled, “you’re really pretty.” 

You smiled; you had him under your spell. “Thank you. You know, you could touch them if you want.” 

“A-Are you sure?”

You nodded, “I’m sure.”

He moved slowly, his hands shaking as he put your hands on your chest. You winced at his touch, his hands cold. He pulled away fast, startled by your reaction. “I’m sorry! Did…did I do something wrong?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “No, no your hands are just cold, I wasn’t expecting it.” You put your hands over his, gently guiding him back to your chest. 

“Sorry, I haven’t ever done this before. Or…anything like this, before,” he said as his hands touched you once more. From what he had told you, he was much older than you, despite looking the same age. Had he really gone through decades of life without even touching a girl? On one hand, it was a little pathetic. On the other, that meant you’d get to be his first. 

“That’s okay. If you want…” you moved your body closer, moving onto his lap as your plush thighs hugged him. “I could kiss you.” 

He looked up at you in awe, his hands still touching your chest. “Yeah, that…that would be cool, sure,” he stuttered, nodding his head. 

You leaned in to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck as your chest pressed against him. You started to grind back and forth on the obvious bulge in his pants, deepening the kiss. Every time you moved, you could hear his quiet little moans, sneaking out between breaths. You started to move faster, and his moans only got louder. He didn’t try to hide his pleasure at all, and that made you only want to go further. 

He wasn’t the best kisser, but there was a certain charm in his lack of experience. He didn’t know where to move his hands, awkwardly moving them to the side as you pressed against his chest.You kissed him deeper, slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth, and he followed your lead, whimpering through the wet kiss as you grinded your covered wet pussy against his cock. 

You pulled away, catching your breath as you both looked back at the other. His face was flushed, he looked exasperated. He covered his mouth with his hand, “fuck, sorry if I made too much noise, I don’t know if that’s weird.”

“I liked it,” you grinned, “I think it’s cute.”

“Oh. Then I’ll…keep doing that, I guess.” 

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, “we can stop here, if you want. Or…we could go a little further.”

He paused, thinking it over. “I’m…I’m not sure. I mean, I want to, I just…I might not be any good. I don't want to disappoint you.”

You caressed his face with your hand, “I’m sure you’ll be wonderful. I could just take the lead, if you’d like.”

“That’d probably be best.” 

You moved off his lap in between his legs, running your hand along the outline of his cock. ‘Is he really that big?’ you thought. You undid his belt, looking up at him. “Can I take it out?”

He nodded his head, biting his lip. You unzipped his pants, eyes widening. You weren’t sure what you expected from a guy like him, but it wasn’t something so long and thick. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just…” you offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s a lot. But I can do it.” You weren’t so sure of yourself, despite what you told him. Precum was already leaking out the tip, the boy gripping the edge of the couch before you had even done anything. You took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking it back and forth. You rubbed the tip with your thumb, watching as he let out a breathy moan. 

“That…that feels good…”

You smiled, “I can show you something even better.” Before he could formulate a response, you started to lick the tip of his cock, letting out another whimper. 

“Holy fuck, that-” he couldn’t finish his sentence, overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue moving up and down across his cock. “That’s, that really feels good,” he moaned. His cock now wet with your spit, you took the head of his cock in your mouth, still teasing him with your tongue as you started to lower yourself down, taking his cock as deep as you could. 

“Oh shit, you feel so good,” he moaned, watching as you eagerly sucked his cock. You struggled to take the full length in your mouth, choking at the base of it. “You don’t, you don’t have to do that, I’m sorry.” 

His cock left your mouth with a satisfying pop as you came back up. “I want to, though.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself, even if it feels…really good.”

“Trust me, I’m fine. Just…try to relax a little, okay?” 

He nodded his head, mesmerized by the sight of his cock right by your face. “I’ll try.” 

You quickly got back to work, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock as you felt it start to twitch in your mouth. You couldn’t stop, the sound of his moans and whimpers only making you want to tease him further.

“Wait, I think I’m gonna cum, hold on,” he cried out. Yet you kept going, undeterred. “I can’t, I can’t go anymore, fuck!”

The bitter taste of his cum flooded your mouth. You kept your mouth on his cock, lapping at the tip as he came. When he finally finished, you swallowed it all; he must’ve been quite pent up. 

He covered his face with his hands, sounding as if he was about to cry from the embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I just, it felt really good, I tried to hold back, I-”

You crawled back onto his lap, shutting him up with a kiss as he was still catching his breath, tasting himself on your lips. “I wanted to. Don’t apologize for giving me what I wanted,” you grinned. 

He seemed almost dumbfounded by your response, “I…uh, well, you’re welcome then, I think. That was…I had a lot of fun,” he said as he rested a hand on your side. 

“We don’t have to stop if you don’t want to,” you wrapped his arms around his neck, giving him another kiss. “I don’t mind having a little more fun while we wait for you to get hard again.”

“I’d…I’d like that, I just,” he glanced over at his phone, looking at the time. “Oh fuck, I’m late!” He panicked. You got off of him reflexively, watching as he stood up and quickly tried to put himself back together. “I’m really, really, really, sorry, but I’m late for class, and I can’t miss it, I’m really sorry-”

You wiped the spit away from your mouth. You understood the panic from being late all too well. “No, no, it’s okay, but…you have my number, if you ever wanna do something like this again,” you said with a reassuring smile. 

He stopped in his rush, the panic subsisting for just a moment as he looked back at you. “Yeah. I’d…I’d like that. Maybe…if you’re not doing anything tonight? We could do…the rest of it? I mean, the rest of like, what we started, unless that’s all you wanted to do, which is totally fine by the way, we could just hang out,” he trailed off, unable to think of any more words to fill the silence. 

You walked back over and gave him another quick kiss, one he eagerly returned before you pulled away; if you kept going, he might’ve forgotten he was late all together. “I’ll text you my address. Pick me up at eight. Does that work?”

He nodded his head quickly, “yeah, yeah, I can do that.”

“Good,” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair, making him look just a little less distressed. “I’m looking forward to it. Now come on, let’s head back to campus.”

All in all, it was a very productive practice session.

Part 2

SO my blog got taken down and I still wanted to write something for him while it was gone, so I wrote this. Now blog is back, but I still wanted to post it as I really liked it. I know I mentioned rewriting stuff, and it wasn't a super popular idea, but I wanted to still post this with the idea of continuing the original series as one that's more light-hearted, while making this one a bit more plot/worldbuilding/lore heavy, as I have a few other OCs in this setting as well, and I didn't plan on using my own worldbuilding from the get-go of his original story.

I also wanted to write him being a bit of a loser baby sub for a bit longer too so...yeah :D

If this is my first work you've read, then hi!! I like elves and I like modern urban fantasy and im a slut. thats abt it.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Thank you for reading :D

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[jagroka]

a beach episode would fix them

[softroundbunny]

oh who is this? *pulls your arm* this is just my nerdy little breeder !!! they’re pretty shy and usually don’t start conversations. we tend to do other things … *looks down at my super pregnant tummy*. but um yea ! they’re super sweet and um babe what game are you currently playing?

oh that’s right! yea they’re such a pro. i have no idea what’s going on really, i’m just happy to sit there and watch. *i rest a hand against my lower back* anyway do you mind if we find somewhere to sit? sorry i just have a hard time standing ever since this loser over here put such a big baby in me! you’d never expect such a nerd to be so … virile huh.

oh what? they’re blushing? aw yea! you are blushing! aw- my sweet breeder. *i pull you close and press my belly into you, trying my best to stand on my tippy toes and kiss you*

[disaster-magician]

Had a lot of fun using the template by anikiri._.6 on insta and my most recent comm from @sunflowerpin to show off my baby more 💕

[buttercreamdicks]

A thing I like to wonder is how much was Rhett & Link’s relationship shaped by the fact that, per Rhett’s comments about his childhood, when they were kids he always thought Link was kind of weird, kind of a baby, kind of behind Rhett in a lot of ways…but then Link grew up to be undeniably smoking hot.

[batslangley]

GUS: Game Boy, 2024, Acrylic on Panel, 11’’ X 14’’, In a Private Collection.

In this piece I wanted to immerse the viewer in the themes of joy, power, and grounding in the present moment that run throughout my GUS work. I love the meditative element of video games, how they force you to be in the now, how their immediacy drowns out whatever else is going on and to win, you need to be present. I love how video games can make people feel powerful, make people connect, and make people feel joy. This piece celebrates the inclusivity of gaming, a platform where everyone, regardless of physical prowess, can shine.

If you’re interested in a GUS artwork of your own, message me about commissions or go to my website to see artwork availability: https://www.batslangley.com/store 👾🎮🕹️.

[curious32s]

I promise I was a track star in high school

From track star athlete to IT nerd at a cubicle.

[eebeewrites]

Band Nerd! Elf BF x Vocalist! Chubby Reader Part 2

Part 1-Taleisin Masterlist-More Modern Fantasy Stories

Synopsis: After having to leave quickly for class, you worry you came on too strong to your duet partner. When he picks you up that night, you realize that's not the case.

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, college au, music major au, switch/vers reader, switch/vers love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, bard reader, nerd love interest, smut with plot, first time, inexperienced love interest, smut.

WC: 2.8k

The rest of the day dragged on and on, several minutes spent staring at the clock during your own classes. You couldn’t help but look back at your phone, eager to see if he had messaged you; Yet each time you checked, there was nothing to be found. Had you come on too strong? You couldn’t help but be nervous. You figured your answer would come at 8:00 o’clock, depending on if he actually picked you up or not. 

Sure enough, at 7:59, your phone buzzed. 

🧡: I’m outside :D

When you got in the car, he seemed happy to see you, albeit nervous. He greeted you with an awkward smile. “Hi,” was all he managed to stammer out.

“Hey,” you said in an upbeat tone, hoping to make him relax. He was quiet, avoiding eye contact with you as he started the drive back to his apartment. Your playful demeanor seemed to do little to reassure him. The drive was barely five minutes, but his silence made it feel much longer. “You know…we don’t have to actually do anything if you don’t want to. We can just hang out.” 

“I uh,” he bit his lip. “I do want to. I mean, if you want to, that is.” The car stopped as he pulled up to the apartment building. “I could uh, go either way.” 

“I do. But I wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t.” You shrugged, “I like you. I’m happy to just hang out. I wouldn’t treat you any differently. I just want you to be sure.”

He finally met your gaze. “I…I did think about it a bit, and um…well, I like you too. I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to do something like this with. Does that sound stupid?”

You smiled, “not at all. In fact, I think it’s really sweet. Come on, we’ll just see what happens.”

He nodded, and the two of you walked inside. You could tell he had cleaned up his apartment in the hours after your first meeting. “Do you wanna just..?”

You turned to face him. “What do you wanna do?”

His face turned red, “well, I uh, I’d like to have sex. If that’s okay with you.” 

You grinned, his awkward honesty charming. You walked closer, gently pressing a hand on his chest. “We can do that,” you whispered. “Lead the way.” He led you to his room, and you sat down on the bed, holding his hand and motioning for him to sit next to you. He sat across from you, and you put a hand on his knee. “Is there something you had in mind, or do you want me to take the lead?” 

“I was thinking,” he gripped the edges of the bed. “I still feel kinda bad I came in your mouth.”

“I told you, it’s okay,” you said with a quiet laugh. 

“I know, but…I figured it’d only be right to return the favor.”

You hadn’t expected him to ask to eat you out. You had learned not to expect it with previous partners, yet he seemed as if he wanted to. You weren’t going to pass up the opportunity. “I’d like that. Are you going to take my clothes off, or should I?”

“I can do that,” he mumbled, reaching forward to get a loose grip on the hem of your shirt. He lifted it up over your head, your breasts popping back out. Even though he had already seen them, he was still mesmerized. “Actually…” he moved his hands to your back, and to your surprise he managed to unhook your bra with relative ease. “Could I start here?”

You weren’t sure what he meant by ‘start’, but you were eager to find out. “Go ahead.”

He caressed them slowly, the same way he had before. Yet this time, he leaned forward, starting to lick and suck at one of your nipples. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting out a quiet moan before he moved to your other breast. He seemed much more comfortable, moving his tongue as your moans gave him confidence. 

He stopped, looking up at you. “Can I keep going?” 

You nodded, leaning back as he tugged at the hem of your shorts, slipping them off. He slowly pulled your panties off and you spread your legs, your pussy already starting to get wet. He took off his glasses, setting them on the bedside table before taking his own clothes off, leaving you both naked. You could see his hard cock standing up straight, precum dripping off of the tip. Yet he moved between your legs, focusing only on your pussy. 

He moved slowly at first, feeling the tip of his tongue move between your lips. He ran over your clit, and when you let out a whimper, he started to move faster. His methodical, small motions were quickly replaced, leaning in further and dragging his entire tongue across your pussy, paying special attention to your clit. Perhaps it was too much, as you started to moan louder and louder, gripping his hair and keeping him pushed down against your pussy. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, feeling yourself getting close. “Don’t stop, please.”

He did as you said, keeping his pace as he licked up your juices. He couldn’t help himself, the sounds of your moans too enticing as he thrusted his cock against the mattress. He needed to feel something, but was eager to feel you. You gripped at his sheets, your thighs squeezing the sides of his head as you climaxed, your moans echoing throughout his bedroom. He finally pulled away, watching your chest rise and fall as he wiped your wetness away from his mouth. 

“Was that okay?”

You slowly nodded your head, barely sitting up. “Yeah, that was…that was definitely more than okay.” He smiled, seeming rather pleased with himself. You looked back at his cock; you needed to know how it’d feel inside you. You sat up on your knees, barely having caught his breath before you pulled him in for a messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. You wrapped your hand around his cock, pressing your thumb against the tip, feeling him moan into the kiss.

You finally broke away for air, a thread of spit between both of your lips. “How…” you held his face. “How do you want to do this?”

“I…” he reacted like you had put him on the spot. Surely, he had had time to think about it. “I think you should take the lead.”

“Of course. Lay down.” He did as you said, leaning back onto the pillow, his cock standing straight up. You straddled him, your dripping wet pussy hovering over him. You rested your hands on his chest, balancing yourself while feeling his racing heartbeat. “Ready?” 

He shook his head feverishly, “yeah, I’m ready,” he said in a hushed tone. 

You weren’t going to give it all to him all at once. You grinded your pussy on the tip of his cock, taking only the tip inside you. That alone was enough to make him start to whimper, biting his lip. 

“You don’t need to hide. I want to hear if it feels good,” you purred, caressing his face once more. 

“Okay, okay, I will.” Before he could say anymore, you lowered yourself down further. He listened to you, panting and whimpering as he placed his hands on your hips. 

“That’s right,” you put your hands over his, finally fully sitting down on his cock. The slow speed was just as much for him as it was for you, needing to take your time to adjust to his size, the tip of his cock deep inside you. 

“Fuck,” he panted, running his hands up and down your thighs as he looked up at you. “You feel so good, holy shit.” 

You started to move back and forth, feeling him grip at your thighs; it took all that he had to not come in you then and there. 

You leaned down to kiss him as you moved back and forth, feeling him start to thrust into you. You weren’t sure if it was newfound confidence, or if his nerves had melted away; it was likely a little bit of both. 

Now you were the one moaning, feeling him push deep inside you as his cock hit your g-spot, over and over. Your mouth hung open, both of you feeling each other’s breath. You leaned over him, and you watched as he started to once again suck one of your nipples while fucking you. You didn’t expect it, but the sensation of his cock slamming into you while his warm tongue brushed against your breast, you were nearly as loud as he was.

He eventually let go, catching his breath. “Wait, I, hold on, slow down.”

You got off of him, sitting beside him. “You’re the one going so fast,” you teased in a raspy tone, you had hardly been moving the past few minutes. 

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer-”

“Just cum inside me, I’m on birth control, it’s fine,” you grinned. At this point, you were just eager for him to start fucking you again.

As soon as the words left your mouth, he nodded, a look of desperation on his face. You spread your legs, inviting him to get between them. He picked up on your cue, holding your legs up as he positioned his cock in front of your wet cunt. You let out a whimper when you felt the tip brush against your clit, slick with your juices. He noticed your reaction, sliding his cock back and forth against your swollen clit. “Oh, fuck!” 

He smiled, “feel good?” For the first time, his tone sounded almost rhetorical; he knew he was making you feel good. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“Yes!” You cried out, pulling your legs back. “Taleisin please, just fuck me already!” 

He nodded his head, quickly pushing inside you. You were so wet, it was almost impossible not to take his entire cock at once, your warm pussy begging for it. Now it felt like he was even deeper, setting a steady pace as he once again fucked into you. He wasn’t rough, but he was quick, feeling him hit your g-spot yet again. You couldn’t help but tighten against him, your body wanting to milk him of all he had. 

He held your legs tightly against his chest, the sound of his body hitting yours ringing out into the room. He looked like he was almost about to cry, his face bright red and flushed as unsteady whimpers and moans left his lips. “I can’t, I can’t keep going,”

“Cum in me. Please,” you said, looking up at him. The pleading in your voice, the sweet look in your eyes, both were enough to push him over the edge. 

He slammed his cock into you, fucking you like it was his last night alive. He had freed himself of his inhibitions, drunk on the feeling of your wet pussy. You felt yourself getting close, unable to resist the urge to rub your clit as he hit your g-spot. Perhaps it was his first time, but that didn’t matter. You squeezed him even tighter, but that didn’t matter. The sensation from touching your clit made you cum with so much force you pushed his cock out of you, squirting all over his chest as your moans filled the room. 

You didn’t even have time to worry about his reaction. He couldn’t bear to stop just yet, quickly pushing his cock back inside your soaking wet pussy. He didn’t last much longer, letting out a loud moan as he came deep inside you. 

He hovered over you, both of you feeling the other’s breath. “Holy shit…” he mumbled. He pulled out of you, admiring his cum slowly dripping out from your pussy. “That…” he laid down beside you, hardly able to form a coherent thought. “That felt better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

You smiled, “I’m glad. I had a lot of fun too, you know.”

“Really?” He looked almost proud of himself. “Thanks, I uh, I did my best.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling over to kiss him once more. “Why don’t we clean up, then we can determine how to spend the rest of the night?”

——

“So…now what?”  

You had both stripped the bed of dirty sheets before showering, the both of you now sitting on the bare mattress as the washing machine hummed. 

“What do you mean?” 

He shrugged, “I’m just kinda confused on like…what happens now? I’m sure it sounds really stupid, but I uh…I don’t want to assume anything. I mean, are you like, actually interested in me, or are we just hooking up? Do you stay here or do I drive you home? Like…what do people do in these situations?” 

You knew he was a bit socially inept, but you didn’t expect him to be this sheltered. Still, he wanted to make you happy, even if he didn’t know how. It was sweet, but you couldn’t help but be a bit confused at his aloofness. “Well…that depends, I suppose. Sometimes, people just…leave. Like, that’s it.”

“Oh. Well, I’m not leaving, I live here. Do you wanna leave?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Not really.”

“Then I’ll stay,” you smiled. “The questions that come after that are usually do you plan to hook up with them again, and also do you want something more, or do you just want to hook up?”

“That makes sense. I was kinda sheltered, so I guess I’ve never really thought about stuff like this that much. I mean, I’m not stupid, I’ve read about stuff like this in books and what not, and I’ve done romances in video games, but those aren’t anything like real life.”

That explained a lot. “It can be confusing, to say the least,” you sighed, thinking about times before when you had been led on. His willingness to just speak his mind was refreshing. “Do…do you know what you want?”

He wasn’t startled by your blunt question. “Hmm,” he stared down at the ground, biting his lip. “I’m…I’ve never been in a relationship, or anything like that. I mean, today was my first…everything.”

You nodded your head, “can I ask you something?” 

“Sure, go ahead.”

“How old are you?”

“A hundred and two.”

Your eyes widened. You knew he was older than you, but still. How was he so naive? 

“I know what you’re thinking,” he sighed, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his head atop them. “I’m…kind of pathetic for my age.”

“I don’t think so,” you said as you put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re sweet, you’re smart, you just…don’t know some stuff. And that’s okay, I don’t know a lot of stuff either,” you laughed.

He smiled, gazing into your eyes. “I…I like kissing you, and having sex with you, I know that. But I also liked practicing with you. Admittedly, I was kinda sad your project was coming to an end. I guess that means I’d like to continue…whatever this is, if that’s alright with you.” 

You moved back on top of his lap, pulling him in for a kiss. “It can be whatever you want it to be. Maybe…maybe, I could stay here for the night. Just hang out, watch something.”

“I’d like that.”

It started off somewhat romantic; you had curled up in his bed with extra blankets, resting your head on his chest. You’d reach up and kiss his cheek, and he’d occasionally kiss the top of your head. Yet it didn’t last, him quickly getting distracted by wanting to show you random video essays about all sorts of topics, some you had never heard of. 

“Sorry,” he had said in the middle of one of them, cutting off his own rambling. “I’m probably being really annoying.”

“No, no, go on.” You were happy to just listen to him talk. It was endearing, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about things he was passionate about, even if some of the topics seemed wildly dissimilar to the others. He seemed overjoyed that you were actually listening to him.

You eventually fell asleep in his arms, him holding you close to his chest. The night had gone much differently than most other one-night stands, but…you welcomed the change. 

Yet you couldn’t help but wonder; how could he be so sheltered at over a hundred years old? You knew elves didn’t reach their version of adulthood until one hundred, but that didn’t mean he was treated like a child by most of society. Perhaps his parents were just over-bearing? You weren’t sure. 

You decided not to dwell on it. It wasn’t your business anyway, and you didn’t want to ask him too many personal questions too fast. He was sweet, the sex was good, and he seemed to be quite interested in you. That was enough for now. 

Part 3

yippee part 2!

this was mostly smut and took a lot longer than planned cause i gooned out. sorry. it will likely happen again!! next chapter we get plot. yay!

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