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In retrospect, this was probably the exact sort of thing he should've anticipated when the tree outside the window closest to his bed started rustling a little too hard for a night with such mild weather. Of course, that was something that he could usually blame on an overeager squirrel (not that the reality was much different), which had been to her advantage tonight.
The dragging sound of his window being pushed up and the small figure tumbling onto his carpet that followed soon after finally tore J.D.'s attention from the book he had been reading.
Veronica, his lovely girlfriend who maybe should have never been informed that his windows have no locks, stood up and brushed a few leaves off her skirt, not bothering to announce her presence before marching over to stand beside his bed. She was almost taller than him right now.
Almost.
"I need a fucking study break, and you are going to provide me with one," she stated, hands planted firmly on her hips.
Oh. Well, in that case.
"Yeah? Will you be informing me of how I'm to lift your burdens tonight, or am I just supposed to keep guessing until I get it right?"
Veronica plucked the book from his hands and threw it aside, ignoring J.D.'s small noise of complaint. It was only an old Kafka that he'd picked up at the thrift store, but still. He was reading that, and he didn't want to bend the cover. She situated herself into it's former place on his lap, rolling her eyes as he pouted at her a little.
"I'll buy you a new one if it's fucked up. Promise. In the meantime, I was hoping I could get your head buried between my thighs, if that's alright with you," she said calmly, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt.
He drew in a sharp breath and settled his hands on her hips, stroking the soft skin of her exposed stomach where her dark sweater was riding up.
"I don't think I'll ever not be alright with that."
It was true. Of all the things they did together, getting to eat her out was a favorite of his. Even if she was barging into his bedroom at nearly 12 am to demand it from him.
Fuck, especially then, if he was being honest with himself.
"Good," she said with a grin, "I have a feeling you'll be doing it a lot until midterms are over."
He let Veronica maneuver him where and how she wanted, finding himself shirtless, flat on his back, and with his arms above his head as she straddled his torso. He moved one hand to her thigh, and made to push her skirt up, but she stopped him with a firm hand on his jaw.
"Is this okay? I can turn it down a notch if it's too much," she asked quietly, finally letting him get a peek at the Veronica he knew so well outside of all this.
J.D. shook his head fervently. That couldn't have been any further from the truth.
"God, you're fine. Keep going, please."
Smiling, relief written all over her face, she pulled him up into a simple kiss that quickly grew heavier, leaving him breathless and desperate before they separated and she gently pushed his head back down. She moved her hips further up his body before hovering right above his face.
"C'mon now, I don't have all day."
J.D. made quick work of pulling her closer to his mouth, grateful she forewent underwear tonight, before diving in and licking straight across her clit. She groaned pleasantly above him, and threaded her fingers in his hair.
"Fuck, that's good. Keep it up."
Veronica was already dripping wet, and he licked at her like he would never get to do it again, relishing in the way she pulled a little too sharply on his hair whenever he did something she really liked. He could tell he was already nearly hard as a rock, but getting himself off was almost the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. They both knew he was only here to please her right now.
Picking up the pace a little, he let his fingers grip onto her thigh to keep her steady. His mouth worked fast and firm against her now, almost a little sloppy in technique but still so dedicated and warm. Veronica could never let herself complain about such enthusiastic head.
Another thing that they were both well aware of.
"Shit, you're gonna have to slow down if you don't want this to be over way too soon," she nearly panted after what seemed like merely a few minutes in. He flicked his gaze up for a moment, making eye contact with her as he licked, slow and deliberate, across her clit. Throwing her head back, she moaned freely, and when she really tightened her fingers in J.D.'s hair he let slip a desperate noise into the meat of her thigh. She probably wouldn't mention it later.
Probably.
He built her up closer and closer to orgasm until she was practically just grinding down onto his face instead of letting him do any real work, and one more broad stroke of his tongue where she loved it the most had her climaxing, trapping his head tight between her thighs as she rode his face through it.
After she released him he pulled away, resting his head against her thigh while she came down.
He felt her soft hands on his jaw, tilting his head up to look at her. She stared at him adoringly, and while her face was flushed and beaded with sweat she still looked absolutely gorgeous.
"You're gonna be the fucking death of me, you know that?" she said, climbing off of him and pulling him up for another kiss, relishing in the taste of herself on his tongue. He grinned against her mouth. Veronica's hand slowly crept down his body as they kissed, stopping to play with the button on his jeans right above where his dick was straining against them. He gasped into her mouth, wiggling his hips to try to get some stimulation until she pulled her hand away, drawing a quiet whine from him before she shushed him.
He felt her hands at his waist, gently pushing at him until he got the message and moved away. Concerned, he started to ask her what was wrong, but she'd yanked his hips up by his belt loops and shoved one of her thighs between his, almost forcing him into her lap before he even had the chance to get a word out.
"That's better," she said with a smirk, "you can have at it now." She clutched his hips encouragingly, until he began to rock back and forth on her leg in the smallest of movements. Heat crept up his face and neck when he realized what she was trying to make him do. She wanted him to rub off on her leg, probably until he came in his fucking pants.
And the worst part about it was that he was going to do it without any hesitation.
The friction on his dick was rough and nearly dry, only aided by his precum dampenning his underwear, but it was still something. She kept him moving with a hand planted firmly in his back pocket, almost groping him.
Almost.
His brain had started to go fuzzy around the edges, and he buried his face into in the crook of her neck, muffling any of the small sounds he let slip into her skin. As if he wasn't trying to hold them back already. Her free hand twisted into his hair and pulled his head up not too gently, and she fixed him with a look as they made eye contact.
"You can do better than that, you know I wanna hear you. Let it out for me."
He responded with an involuntary whimper, loud enough that he felt it strain against his vocal chords. It seemed to please her well enough, and she scraped her nails over his scalp the next time she tugged on his hair.
"There's a good boy."
Fuck, he was done for.
He came suddenly with a near shout, soaking the front of his jeans and panting while he rested his head back on her shoulder. Giggling quietly at him, Veronica stroked up and down his bare back, letting her fingernails trace the skin gently.
"Uh... was that okay? Did you like all of that?" she asked once he had calmed down, throwing out her overly confident facade for her usual tenderness towards him, uncertainty bleeding into her tone as well.
It wasn't like this was the first time they'd ever done anything like that, but she hadn't really come on as strong before. Usually it was at least a little more planned out, but, hey, sometimes you just need to barge through your boyfriend's window for a little stress relief. Especially after said boyfriend had made a point to tell you that he very much didn't mind for you to push him around and do pretty much whatever you wanted with him, whenever you wanted to do it.
"I think you probably already know the answer to that, seeing as I just came all over myself," he said meekly, the flush never leaving his face and neck, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go change my underwear." She grinned and gave him a peck on the forehead.
He pulled away from her to climb down off the bed and look for some fresh boxers in his dresser.
"Get me a pair while you're at it," she said, and when he turned to look at her he discovered she'd already taken over the bed, stretching out and luxuriating like a Persian cat. He grinned as he chucked a pair of old briefs with little goldfish all over them at her.
"In all seriousness," he began as he stripped his soiled pants and underwear off, "I think we should do all of that and more whenever you want. Nothing about that made me even a little bit uncomfortable." He turned towards Veronica once he had pulled on a clean pair of underwear (bright blue with stripes), watching her eyes flick back up to his face from where they had undoubtedly been gazing at his ass. He chose not to comment on that for the time being. His chest fluttered when he took in the sight of her, stripped down to nothing but her black bra and his stupid underwear.
"Well, the whole power dynamic thing anyway. I could probably do without cumming in my pants for a little while," he said playfully, raising his eyebrows at her.
"But you'd do it again if I asked you to." A statement, not a question, her face sincere.
"Unfortunately."
He meant it. There wasn't much he would deny her these days, and something like staining a pair of underwear was trivial in the grand scheme of things. Vulnerability was never a strength of his, but it came easy when she was around.
He chose not to think about the implications of all of that.