(NSFW) Day idk: ECE!FemOC x Business!MaleOC- CMU Students Actually Get Some Action!AU
CW: swearing, porn without plot fr, oral sex (female receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, public sex, alcohol, doherty a302 (i have trauma)
AN: i should be burned at the stake for this shit i cooked up. bare with me i really raw dogged this (pun not intended)
It all happened in a blur. A half empty bottle of soju, one, or four shots of vodka. A fluffy purple blanket sprawled across the floor. An unfinished presentation on Chinese calligraphy projected on the screens of Doherty A302. They had melted into each other. Their lips crashed into each other, attracted like moths to a flame. His hands roamed her lithe body, kneading at her velvety skin. Her fingers found purchase in his dark soft hair, lightly tugging. He must not use 5-in-1 body wash, she thought. He slowly moved from her lips to her neck, searching for a sensitive spot to hear her angelic moans just a little bit louder.
They broke apart from each other, out of breath. Their lips were swollen and their cheeks flushed. Their clothes were strewn over the lecture hall’s seats. They pulled each other even closer, kissing harder, deeper. He gently laid her down on the soft blanket she had brought, thinking she would use it for a movie night later. Now it was their protection from carpet burn. He planted kisses all over her face before turning his attention to her neck and chest. The warmth of his skin lit a fire within her. She could feel his hardness as he slowly started grinding into her, pressure building in her core. She moved her hips in tandem, hoping for more friction.
She, the studious ECE major, and he, the frivolous business major, had clashed since the first day of classes freshman year. Fast forward several semesters later and they still found each other in classes even though their majors had seemingly no overlap. It was clear why their peers mistook their burning hatred for each other as fervent sexual tension. Perhaps there was no hatred in the first place.
She gasped as she felt his tongue against her core, a finger continuing to rub her clit. She writhed around but was quickly held in place. He gripped her thighs tightly, so tight there would be marks tomorrow. Her lush thighs squeezed his head. She was concerned whether he could breathe right now but he kept thrusting his tongue in and out of her. He sucked her clit as she let out those lewd moans he loved so much. Usually, their blood boiled with loathing when their eyes locked. This time, their blood ran hot but it made them want to curl into the embrace of the other.
Repositioning himself, he caressed her face, brushing her long hair behind her ear before kissing her again. Her lips felt so familiar against his now. He lifted her hips and lined up* his cock with her entrance, rubbing her sensitive clit with his tip. Back arching reflexively, she flashed him a look, telling him to get on with it. She never liked how much a tease he was in lecture, and she didn’t want it to seep into her pleasure. He inserted his tip, observing her face for any sign of discomfort. A picture of desire was painted on her face, lustful eyes looking to where their bodies joined. He carefully entered her, inch by inch until she took him to the hilt. She had wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him close tightly, his head next to hers. So close, he could hear her short breaths and gentle moans, trying to take all of him. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his size. He waited until she told him to move. Slowly, he pulled his cock almost all the way out, before thrusting back in. He started out with slow but deep thrusts. He needed to feel every inch of her.
The walls of the lecture hall were painted with the sounds of their escapade. She whispered for him to go faster. Quickening his pace, he watched as her body squirmed as he thrusted even harder into her pussy. He wanted to memorize the scene in front of him: her, begging for his cock, taking all of him. She wanted to burn the image in front of her in her eyelids: him, giving all his body to her, giving into her commands. They’d never be able to look at each the same again. They’d never feel as good as this moment.
He shifted his hips ever so slightly before thrusting back in, this time hitting just the right spot. She let out a loud moan, louder than any before. She couldn’t help it now that she was pulsing every time he thrust in. She had been holding back her mouth, scared of attracting unwanted visitors from the hallway. The door was unlocked and she was pretty sure both of them would die of embarrassment. But now her body had a mind of its own, letting filthy sounds fill the air.
Bringing his hand to where their bodies joined, he started to rub her clit again. And when she thought her abused g-spot couldn’t take anymore, he thrusted harder. The sensations brought her over the edge. Swearing, it felt like she entered another dimension, that she was having an out of body experience. Her vision filled with stars. He fucked her through her orgasm, her fluttering walls almost sending him over the edge. He continued to thrust, using her pussy to chase his own orgasm. When he felt himself nearly climaxing, he pulled out, sitting back on his heels. She watched as he jerked himself off. He nearly keeled over as he came, the pleasure more overwhelming than anything he had felt before. He locked eyes with her as he spilled his cum into his hand.
The silent aftermath of their dalliance consisted of paper towels crinkling as they wiped each other clean. Their clothes rustled as they were pulled back onto their sore bodies but no words were spoken. He poured some water from his water bottle to wash off anything left on his hands. He reached for the nearby vodka bottle, opened it, and took a swig of it. He held out the bottle to her, watching as she took a long swallow.