[M4F] the quiet girl and her obsession. (Can be wholesome or dark)

Hi thank you so much for visiting the post, I’m not great with titles. I apologise in advance for the long read, I’ve left a TLDR at the end.

If you choose to reach out, please introduce yourself, your kinks and limits, any ideas you have and whether you prefer the wholesome version or the dark version.

You were the quiet girl, unsuspecting, unassuming, usually kept to yourself or your three other friends. The outcasts and the bookworms, often found in the library or in the cafeteria talking about the popular kids with disdain. You pretended to hate them yet secretly wished you had their life. That one day, like a movie, you’d have the hot jock around your arm, shut down the former cheerleaders and the trust fund babies and become queen of the college. But you knew you had to start somewhere.

There’s a side of you that no one knows. The obsessive, the toxic, the do whatever it takes side. The one that will do anything to get ahead and get what she wants. And it began with him. Enter Jay, the star athlete, the golden child, the tall, dark, handsome glass of wine that became the muse of your obsession. He wasn’t like the others. He didn’t bully you and your friends, nudge you in hallways, look down on you and laugh if you tried to talk to him. He was sweet, kind, humble. He didn’t come from a very rich family, he wasn’t even from this country. His brown skin, thick black hair, athletic build, hairy chest, it oozed of manliness that captured your attention. But would he ever notice you? Oh that’s right, he did. When you dropped your books rushing to the nearest classroom, he was there. Helping you pick it all up, giving you a kind smile and pat on the back, a look of concern because he thought you hurt yourself. A nurturing quality that you never seemed to find. You’ve had relationships before, boring shut in introverts who would rather game than pay you attention. Guys who simply used you and left you for your body and left you behind. Enough was enough, you weren’t going to settle for anything less than what you deserve anymore.

You had built a shrine around Jay. Knowing his schedule, his classes, his training hours, finding ways to spy on him in his own home, just for his own safety of course. Nothing sinister or creepy about that. His girlfriend that you despised more than anything in the world. She didn’t deserve him. Then there was that faithful night where everything changed.

You caught wind of him being at a bar just off campus, his Instagram stories gave off more than enough information for you to understand where he was and what kind of state he was in. He would need help getting back home. So you came to the rescue. Dressing up like you never did before. Tight revealing clothing that showed off your body, hair done, make up on point, you sat by the bar pretending like you didn’t see him when just like that, just like you knew he would, he noticed you.

The night went on, you fed him drinks, maybe something more, stroked his ego a little and let your touch become familiar and suggestive to him. Finally, you took him back to his place. Barely able to walk or form coherent sentences, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, leaning on you for support while you shimmied his door open and led him into his bedroom.

“Thank you” he said with a low slurred town as he lay on the foot of the bed, kicking his shoes off. “Here let me help you” you muttered. Jay felt the buckle of his belt being undone, his pants slipping down his legs. “Wow.. wow.. what.. are you doing?” He mumbled, trying to hoist himself up. His vision blurred, his head heavy from the alcohol. “Oh hush, I’m just getting these off of you, you can’t sleep in jeans, Jay. It’s so uncomfortable” your voice soft yet a sense of excitement lingered in your tone. “Okay..” he lifted his hips, allowing you to peel them off, while his hands lazily began unbuttoning his sweat drenched shirt.

“Sit up sweetheart, I’ll take those off for you” your voice soothing and nurturing in it’s own way. Although he frowned at the term of endearment and let out a chuckle “ok sweetheart” he sat up and the shirt is stripped off his shoulders with ease. “Not let’s get these off too” your voice more hushed this time. His dazed look furrowed as your fingers sunk into his boxers and began to peel them off.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?” He mumbled, barely able to form the sentence. “Jay, relax, I’m just making you comfortable. What? it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before” you responded. He snorted into a drunken laugh. “Wait, what? You’ve.. seen me-“ he took a pause as his eyes sealed shut for a moment, stifling a silent burp. “Seen me naked?” The boxers were rushed down to his ankles exposing him. “Oops, i guess now you have” he chuckled. You laughed along, happy that he moved past the unintentional slip of you spying on him.

“Aww look at you.. your cock is so cute when it’s soft” you cooed as your soft palm slowly wrapped around this flaccid member. “Wow, okay, no you can’t-“ he began to lean back letting out a nervous laugh in his drunken haze “you can see but not touch” he said trying to lift his head to meet your eyes.

“Oh Jay, what are you so worried about? That I’m gonna get you hard?” Your tone was in jest but your actions weren’t. He could feel your dainty fingers brushing along his heavy sack, almost like a gentle massage as your finger tips teased him. His body betraying him as his cock began to grow across your wrist. “Didn’t realise you were a grower and not a shower.” His chest began to rise and fall as your fingers wrapped around his swelling shaft. “Look at that.. looks like someone doesn’t have an issue now huh? Lie down.” the pull of your playful tone seemed to draw him in while the push of your stern command had him right where you wanted him. “That’s it.. you’re gonna get nice and hard for me aren’t you?” Your voice swayed into his ears like a spell sinking him deeper through the sensations of your touch on his thick dark cock.

“Wait, stop..” the attack of his conscience awoke him, but only briefly. “I have a girlfriend, we can’t do this” he said sternly while his heart began to race from fear and arousal, guilt and remorse, he heard the loud echo of spit shooting from your mouth to his cock “oh don’t worry, I won’t tell” he saw your silhouette sink in the darkness of the room only for a deep guttural moan to escape him as the warmth of your hungry lips embraced him, his thoughts muddled, his heart pounding, his manhood throbbing with need and his body betraying him as he slowly sunk into the bed with huffs of desire and pleasure while the soft sounds of gagging and lewd slurping surrounded the room like a symphony of sin.

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Okay, that went on for longer than I thought. Apologies for the long read.

TLDR: quiet girl obsessed with popular guy, takes advantage of him and it leads to them developing something more over time.

This could go a lot of ways. Maybe she starts hanging out with him a lot more inserting herself into his life. He slowly grows more attached and sees her as the woman he wants to be with. The darker route, she has her way with him and he can’t remember a thing. She gaslights him into thinking it was his idea for them to have sex, she even recorded it and claimed it was him that asked her to. So she blackmails him into breaking up with his girlfriend and becoming her boyfriend instead.

I’m open to other ideas too and id love to discuss it with you :)

Kinks: (this is a general list, none of them are necessary. We can exclude anything you’re not into :)) hair pulling, spanking, rough sex, oral, anal play, rimming, interracial, watersports, sweat, musk, body worship, choking, spitting, slapping, thigh jobs, tit jobs, light bondage, breeding, pet play, cheating, cuckquean, messy sex, sloppy sex, romance, cuddling, kissing, face fucking, face sitting, sneaky sex, casual nudity, outercourse, teasing, shower sex, clothed sex, filming, toys, and plenty more.

Limits: scat, gore vore.

Looking forward to hearing from you.