[M4F] They all want her, but they don't know why they can't have her.

The dynamics of nerd friend groups are, in a word, tricky. Especially when women are involved. Put a bunch of awkward, geeky young men in close proximity to the only girl they’ve ever seen who talks excitedly about MTG and Gunpla, and you’ll start to see cracks in the friendship immediately. If the girl in question happens to be an absolute bombshell, with tits nearly the size of her head and a seemingly naive, innocent personality, it’s not unusual for their behaviour to devolve back to something reminiscent of the law of the jungle. Backstabbing, fumbling, lying, undermining, awkward attempts at flirtation and preening, even the odd bold attempt to steal a march on the others. It’s bedlam. Between seven young men and one beautiful woman, the only thing keeping the precarious balance intact is the fact she doesn’t seem to favour any of them more than the others. While she holds out, so too does the boys’ friendship with each other. If she were to respond to any of their advances, the house of cards would come crashing swiftly down, robbing her of her deckbuilding squad and her Smash bros (even if the bros just want to smash).

That’s why she doesn’t tell them.

Even as Andrew awkwardly tries to put the moves on her at the FLGS Christmas party, she doesn’t tell him why she has to turn and slip away through the crowd.

Even as Otto and Fabian bicker over who gets to pair up with her for a 2v2 in Tekken, she doesn’t tell them that she already has her permanent tag team partner.

Even as Brendan totally misreads her body language for the seventieth time and leans in for a hug, she doesn’t tell him why she ducks away with an awkward giggle.

Even as Marc offers her a ride home after D&D night, desperately hoping something will happen, she doesn’t tell him that she isn’t intending to make it back to her place that night at all.

Even as Luke shyly offers her a handwritten card, the most straightforward attempt at a confession she’s seen yet - despite the fact his gaze is fixed on her chest rather than meeting her eyes - she doesn’t tell him why she has to throw it away unopened.

She doesn’t tell them why Alex never seems to be hovering closely around her like the rest do.

She doesn’t tell them why Alex greets her with a casual ‘Sup?’ while the others are variously stumbling, fumbling and sputtering.

She doesn’t tell them the reason for Alex’s apparent disinterest in gawking at her tits when the rest of the crew is swaying in unison like the crowd at a tennis match.

What is it that she doesn’t tell them?

She doesn’t tell them that for the past three years, Alex has been fucking her brains out on the daily. That he gets to see her tits whenever he wants, or sometimes just when she feels like showing him. That after the hangouts are over, she circles back to Alex’s house just to slide his cock down her throat and slobber all over his thick, burly shaft until it coats her in her favourite sticky treat. That he pins her down and kisses her until she’s a sloppy, heated puddle before railing her till she squeals.

Because of course she’s not naive. Of course she knows the type of attention she gets. She even enjoys it a little bit. But both she and Alex are smart enough to recognise that their relationship coming out would spell the total doom, destruction and dissolution of their tight-knit friend group.

So they keep the secret. They drive to the next city over for dates. They meet up behind closed doors. Alex’s flat is their love nest, since he lives alone but “doesn’t have enough space for the whole group to hang out.” It’s gotten to the point that she starts to feel herself get a little flushed and warm when she hears his keys jingling in his pocket, because she knows that as soon as the door is open, she’s getting pinned to the nearest wall and fiercely kissed by the sweetest man she’s ever known.

Because at the end of the day, this is a wholesome, if slightly unconventional relationship. They’re not technically doing anything wrong by dating in secret, just hiding it for the sake of keeping the peace. Two sweet, horny nerds, both alike in dignity, indulging in each others’ bodies and hearts while preserving the feelings of their friends who’d probably be too fragile to handle it.

They all want her, but they don’t know why they can’t have her.

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Alex’s cock worked its way slowly between her soaked pussy lips, and she moaned long and low as the head alone spread her wide. “Fuuuuuuuck…. I’ve missed this,” she gasped, reaching up to loop her arms, suddenly weak, around his shoulders.

“It’s been three days,” Alex teased, his voice low and soft as he loomed over her, his large frame threatening to pin her to the bed. Though a little soft around the edges, Alex’s body was broad and deceptively strong, and she melted as his chest pressed against hers, his lips drifting closer. “You can’t wait that long?”

“No!” she whined, sending herself into a fit of giggles as she swivelled her hips to try and take him deeper. Her breathing was ragged as she grinned, biting her lip and gazing up at him. “No more Labor weekend game jams. Please.”

He chuckled, his girthy cock easily slipping another inch or two inside her hot sex, making her whimper. “But don’t you love watching Otto try and animate a proper jump sequence while Marc is editing pixel tits onto the sprite?" Leaning close, he pressed his lips to her cheek with no small affection.

“N-no…” she groaned, feeling his scorching hot shaft slowly pierce her. “No, I don’t… just fuck me, please.” Tilting her head, she sought out his mouth hungrily, pressing her soft, plush lips against his and parting them to give him her tongue.

He took it gladly, kissing her with ferocity and sweetness that made her moan into his lips. Hurriedly, clumsily, she tugged at his shirt, trying to lay him bare, to communicate how desperately she needed him.

It seemed the message was received, because in the next moment, Alex’s hips were driving forward and her gaze swam up to the stars in a haze of steamy ecstasy. “Mmmnnph!” she wailed, her voice muffled by his kiss as he bottomed out in her in one swift stroke. Her hips and core trembled, the beginnings of a tidal wave that she knew from experience would build slowly but surely over the course of minutes until she lost control of it completely. Alex’s cock filled her so completely, she couldn’t imagine being without it. Without him. As he settled in on top of her, gently but firmly pinning her to the bed and splitting her open as he had so many times before, she felt tears of long-denied joy stinging the corners of her eyes.

This was her happy place. And judging by the way that Alex’s heart was beating against her chest - not to mention the excited pulsing of his massive cock inside her - it was his too.

He finally broke the kiss, staring fondly down at her as she struggled to focus her rolling eyes. “You okay, baby?” he asked, a note of warm, tender affection in his voice that made her clench with happiness.

“I am now,” she gasped. “I’m so fucking okay.”

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As you may have noticed from this and my other recent prompt, this week I’ve got a hankering for three things in an RP: total vanilla, giant nerds, and huge endowments. That last one’s got some wiggle room, but I just think it’s fun to play with a big ol’ dick and some moderately oversized boobs. I don’t go in for hyper or anything, but I enjoy the slightly impractical, top end of realistic.

The other two parts are much more important!

I’m super nerdy, as my DPP profile will attest if you want even more reading (not required). Perhaps not as nerdy as the Alex in this prompt - not these days - but it’s fun to play with that dynamic. And while kink is fun and all, I’m a little worn out lately with scenes and partners that keep leaning towards degradation, roughness, cheating and more out-there stuff. The spice of keeping our relationship hidden from the friend group is about all I can handle - and we can discuss how we’d like to incorporate that, or if it even needs to be relevant. I do like a bit of sneaking around, but only because of the thrill - not because we’re actually doing anything bad.

‘Kinks’: Kissing, cuddling, groping, squeezing, fondling, massaging, foreplay, licking and sucking, stripping, teasing. Oral both ways, a bit messy and intense but not rough or degrading. Big endowments, but realistically large. Mutual worship and adoration, spending time fixating on sensitive parts and driving each other to distraction. Huge (at least semi-realistic) amounts of cum, squirting is on the table too, explosive and repeated orgasms. Sex that gets intense and optionally just a little rough. Vocal partners, banter and chatter while in the act, either dirty or not. The ‘kinkiest’ things I might picture happening in this scene are a little sneaking around, maybe risking getting caught, and a little lack of care for birth control.

Limits: Anal, pain, any kind of cruelty, torture or sadomasochism. Bathroom, furry, anything infantilising.

Usually I like to play something a little bit soft-dom-ish, but for this one I honestly wouldn't mind leaving that aside (unless it particularly works for you). I haven't done a scene like this on an even footing for ages.