•She wants you to want her so badly, even if you didn't love her, if you could just have the hots for her, objectify her like men do, that would give her something to work with

•She tries so hard to coax it out of you, wearing her skimpiest outfits around you, talking crudely about sex, praying she'll see even the faintest spark of attraction in your eyes

•Hell, she’ll flirt with you, just never without enough plausible deniability to call you crazy or perverted or “so gay” if you call her out on it

•But deep down she knows that she can't make you want her so she tries to make you need her instead, right from the moment she introduced herself and basically love-bombed her way into being your best friend

•Because, sure, she's bulldozed through every boundry you’ve tried to set but how can you say no to the it-girl of Devil’s Kettle when she’s being so nice to you

•She likes to masquerade as your own personal dating coach. With how much experience she has over you you tend to take her word for it when she makes up red flags and tries to drive you away from people you're interested in, appreciating how protective she is

•Sometimes she'll mix it up and encourage you to give a chance to someone she knows is bad news just so that she can comfort you after horrible dates

•Keeping you single makes it so easy to blur the lines between your friendship and her fantasy, like kids playing house except it's her insisting you do “Galentine’s Day” together or go on “friend dates”

•Jennifer cannot handle rejection, just cancelling plans will make her lash out, but any reminder that you don't like her back is what really stirs that near murderous rage that she's been trying her best to hide from you

⋆This makes it official. Jennifer has a thing for nerds

⋆With Needy there was an excuse, sandbox love never dies and all, but from the moment you face-planted into her life she's been smitten, and so apparently she just has to face her fate as a loser-lover

⋆Jennifer would never call you a loser though, for someone who can be so cuttingly cruel she can be just as sugary sweet when she's got a crush, she genuinely treats you like you're the smartest person in the world, she's your biggest cheerleader

⋆And frankly she likes the popularity gap between you two. She likes that your social status is raised by being with her and would plummet without her, she likes that she can use her popularity to protect you, she likes the awe in your eyes when she gives you access to social perks you thought were out of your reach

⋆She's surprisingly eager to listen to you nerd-out… Well, she doesn't exactly listen all the time but she loves looking at you when you get all passionate and excited

⋆She’s googled summaries and watched movie adaptations of all your favorite books and swears she read them and loved them. You know she definitely didn't but she's just too cute not to humor her

⋆In Jennifer’s opinion you don't do your "adorable" face justice with your wardrobe choices so she loves dressing you up, like you're her Silicon Valley Barbie. But she never strays too far from the nerd aesthetic, it's hot, what can she say?

It finally arrived.

The box was discreet and unassuming but it made Tara’s thighs clench all the same.

Just the sheer size of the package was thrilling, a dirty secret, a detail her roommates didn’t bat an eye at but knowing what was inside inflamed her anticipation, almost intolerably so as she tried not to visibly squirm until she was back in the privacy of her bedroom, lock clicking behind her.

Your day together couldn't come fast enough, the porn she’d spent longer than she’d freely admit teasing herself with could only quench her need for you so much.

But even after picturing your face above all those big tits and plastic cocks, none of those videos prepared her in the slightest for the white-hot lust shooting through her once she took in the sight of you wearing the strap-on.

You palmed the base of the toy and stroked the length of it, as if getting yourself hard for her, or maybe you just wanted to get a feel for the thing you'd be driving into her cunt soon.

Either way you looked fucking hot. She almost wished she had a cock of her own for you to touch like that.

Mesmerised by the bounce of the toy as you let it go and yearning to reach out for it herself, the clips she’d been cumming to the past few nights played through her mind, filling it with all kinds of spine-tingling ideas.

“Hey, can I try something?” She stalked forward, eyes hooded and lip catching between her teeth.

“What?”

“It's a surprise.”

The suspicious look on your face made her giggle, a sound more heated than playful.

“Seriously there's something I wanna try.” Practically batting her eyes because she knew just how to get her way with you she added, “Please?”

“Okay, Sweetheart. Do your worst.” You said cautiously, brushing her hair out of her face for her.

The rake of your nails against her scalp left a tingle in her brain that she was barely maintaining the basic functions of. Especially now that she had your permission to proceed.

Tara observed your expression closely, delighting in the widening of your eyes when you realized she was getting on her knees.

She pulled her gaze away to meet the rubbery cock practically poking her in the face now.

God damn it was big.

Her tongue darted out across her lips before tentatively she ducked forward, licking a stripe up the head.

Fuck.

Your breath hitched like you could feel it, like her tongue had swiped over your own inflamed bundle of nerves.

Her tongue circled around the tip before she took it in with a gentle suck, pulling back just as quickly.

“You tease.” You tried to sound playful but your voice had dropped an octave, breath thinning.

Tara grinned at her obvious success and went back in, bolder this time.

You watched in awe as your cock disappeared inside her mouth, and somehow she was just as enraptured, swirling her tongue around to feel every ridge of the nice, hard toy stretching her jaw.

“You're doing so well, Tara.”

She moaned around you, inching further until she gagged.

You shifted your hips back quickly. “Shit, are you alright? You're doing great, okay. You don't have to push yourself.”

You met her eyes, watery from the hit to her gag reflex. You wanted to contort yourself in half to kiss her cheek as a single tear slipped down it but settled for a gentle caress to wipe it away.

Tara pulled back ever so slightly, still keeping a solid four inches in her mouth and reached her hand up to squeeze yours, as if to confirm she was fine, then she let it land on your base.

Her fingers wrapped around it and you swore you could feel the pressure from them. Slick with her saliva she jerked you from the base to where her mouth could comfortably reach and continued as she was, working her hand and mouth in rhythm with each other.

Fuckkk.

Heat enveloped you, her warm, wet mouth, taking you so beautifully you could combust.

Up and down, and up and down…

You could see how hard she was sucking in her hollowed cheeks. A captivating vigor like there was nothing she'd rather be doing than blowing you.

“Sh-shit. Tara, you're amazing.”

So amazing that it was hard not to thrust against her, desperate for any stimulation.

She was such a fucking sight to behold but you weren't sure how much longer you could handle just looking, even if another part of you never wanted to look at anything else.

God, you'd have to ask her if you could film her doing this next time.

“Tara, please, I need to fuck you right now.”

She pulled back, your cock bouncing up as she smiled bright and mischievous.

“Fuck, come here.” You gave her your hand to help her up, and she was barely steady before you pulled her in, lips slamming against hers and arms caging her against you.

She moaned into your mouth as your shaft slid against her, her nails dragging up your back.

She craned her neck back, her panting breath hot against your face, “God, I need you right now.”

“Whatever you want, Princess.”

You hoisted her up by the hips and her legs wrapped around your waist on instinct.

Your lips returned sloppily to her own as you took her blindly to the bed, only breaking off to lower her and crawl in between her legs that were all too eager to spread and arch up around you.

Fuck, she looked as wet as you felt.

Cock in hand, you couldn't resist dragging the tip up and down her slick folds, drawing a whimper from Tara.

“Oh fuck, please...”

She sounded so beautifully desperate. Any other time you wouldn't be able to resist teasing her, but right now your patience was about as thin as hers.

So you lowered yourself wordlessly, breasts flush against her own as you carefully prodded through her entrance.

Her legs tangled around your thighs, pulling you deeper while her hips thrusted up to meet yours. You moaned as the strap-on’s surface brushed against your clit just right, savouring the delicious friction as you bottomed out inside of her.

“Fuck. Feels so good.” She gasped.

“Yeah? You ready for me to move?”

“Please.”

Just a bit faster than you'd pushed in, you pulled back, and spurred on by the euphoric twists of her expression thrusted again, and again, picking up the pace.

Your hips ached in no time from your quickening rhythm and the harder you pounded, the harder the strap grinded against you, almost too hard on your sensitive clit, but the noises she made were just too hot to care.

“You're so fucking perfect.”

Tara mewled at the praise. Stretched too far to form a coherent reply, your thrusts not letting up for a second.

“Rub your clit for me, Sweetheart.”

She nodded, eyes screwing shut as her hand disappeared between your bodies.

“So fucking perfect.” You repeated breathily, almost to yourself.

Tara never could last long, not when she was already on edge, so when her moans stuttered and her body stiffened around you, you knew what was happening.

Everything blurred, the line between pleasure and pain, the space between your body and hers. It was like you could feel the sparks of her orgasm yourself, driving you to fuck her even harder through it, until with one last ungodly moan Tara fell limp on the bed, spent and trying to catch her breath.

And you didn't feel much different. You weren't even sure if you came or if your clit had been rubbed too raw to tell, but satisfaction flooded you. You could barely support your weight so as to not collapse on your sweaty, panting girlfriend.

“I'm gonna pull out now, okay?”

She nodded, taking a deep breath and trying not to wince as carefully you dragged out of her.

“Are you okay, do you need your inhaler?”

With some effort she pulled on a smile, “I'm okay.”

“You did amazing.” You said, squeezing in beside her on the bed and stealing a kiss, “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”

“A little, but no regrets.” She grinned, looking so tired but so satisfied, nuzzling into your touch as you stroked her hair.

“Good. Want a bath? I can run one while I'm cleaning the strap off.”

“Sounds perfect.” She sighed almost dreamily.

“Yeah? Then maybe we can order food and watch a movie.”

She perked up at that, her voice coming alive with excitement, “Yeah, you still need to watch Midsommar.”

───Acts of service:

•Lois is a huge fan of acts of service, they can be a life saver sometimes when work gets crazy and her chores are piling up and she hasn't had a real home cooked meal in weeks. Just run some errands for her, maybe get her coffee, and you're her hero

•She can't always reciprocate as much as she’d like to, often she barely has the time to take care of herself, but she's good at offering practical help when you need it. If a work project is giving you trouble she’ll help you figure it out, or if something of yours has been broken for a while she'll make sure to get it fixed or replaced when she has the chance, things like that

───Words of affirmation:

•Lois is honest, she doesn't flatter for the sake of it but she doesn't hold compliments back either, when you do something well or something she appreciates or just clean up nicely she tells you

•And she's good at offering a unique perspective too, she gives you credit for things you may take for granted, and her pep talks can always cut through any of your insecurities

•She likes receiving praise when it's deserved. As for more flirty compliments she may roll her eyes and make a teasing quip, but she's just messing around and unfortunately for her she can't hide her blush behind her humour

───Gifts:

•Gift-giving can be a somewhat frustrating endeavour for Lois, at least around the holiday season when she's trying to decide who's on the shopping list and what the appropriate gift for them would be while sticking to a reasonable budget

•But when she knows someone as well as she knows you she's got a talent for choosing the perfect present. Seriously, if you had to pick the top ten best gifts you've ever been given, Lois would be responsible for at least half of them

•Gifts are ranked relatively low as far as her love languages go, aside from anniversaries, birthdays and holidays she doesn't really give or expect them but when she receives one that's clearly very personal and goes to show how well you know her it means a lot, it's quite literally the thought that counts

───Touch:

•She's a little more standoffish early on in the relationship but once she gets comfortable she loses any sense of a personal bubble. She loves the comfort of curling up against you, the intimacy of sharing slow kisses, the quiet helpfulness of straightening up your clothes and fixing your hair

•She's not that big on PDA though, especially not in professional settings, she’ll give your hand a reassuring squeeze when you need it or steal a quick kiss as you're saying hello or goodbye but that's about it

───Quality time:

•Sometimes Lois’ job can get in the way of your quality time. She can get so busy and distracted chasing a story, and it's been the failing of more than one of her relationships so finding time for each other is crucial

•Usually you initiate it, Lois is such an independent person that it doesn't always occur to her to reach out first, but she does like to squeeze in coffee dates on her breaks and get dinner or watch movies after work