Summary: Beck comes to the library to help you study...
Author’s Note: This is for HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the awesome prompt below sent in by @prunes-said-bucky​ I and for the character appreciation day and my most favorite space nerd ever....CHRIS BECK! I hope you enjoy this! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤
The library is quiet other than the soft turn of a page here and there and the distant shuffle of feet. You sat at the small table hidden in the back and tried to focus on your Biochem studies. Shaking your head to clear it you look back down at your book, mindlessly tapping the pencil to the page. Much to your frustration, your mind continues to wander off, mostly to a pair of ocean blue eyes and a sweet smile.
Almost as if you’ve summoned him your phone dings with a text from Beck. “Hey y/n, where are you? I’ve got caffeine and sugar to help you study.” Your fingers type your reply while your mind revisits your thoughts from earlier. He informs you he’ll be there in five, so you tidy up the table and try to wait patiently.
Beck appears from around the corner of the bookshelves, coffee and treat box in hand and wearing the smile you’ve been daydreaming about. “Hi.” He sets everything down and sits next to you, his thigh brushing yours while he takes off his jacket. “Hey, Beck, thanks for coming.” Smiling, he hands you a coffee and looks down at your books. “How’s it going?”
Dropping your head with a sigh you laugh, “it’s going. Nowhere. I can’t focus for shit.” He takes a sip of his drink then places it down, draping his arm over your chair and pulling the book closer to him. “Let’s see. I can definitely help with this stuff.”
For the next hour you watch Beck talk animatedly about the topic, his eyes bright and his hands flying every which way. You’re completely entranced but unfortunately, it’s more with him than the information. “Hello. Earth to y/n?!” His warm fingers caress your shoulder and it snaps you from your lusty thoughts. His face is much closer now and you can’t help the way your eyes drop to his lips.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” you whisper, trying desperately to remember what he was talking about. “You haven’t been paying attention at all, have you?” You swallow hard as you feel the blush creep up your neck. “I um, I…I’m distracted.” His voice drops low and he brings his lips to your ear, “by what?”
Finding some courage, you place your hand on his thigh, gently squeezing when you respond with, “you.” Grabbing your hand, he slowly drags it toward the bulge in his jeans, softly moaning when you close your eyes and run your hand over him. “That makes two of us.”
The next thing you know he’s pulling you from the bench and slipping around some bookshelves into a dark corner of the library. He pushes you against the shelf, pinning you there with his body as his warm breath fans over your cheek. “This is the Space Weather section. No one comes back here.” You instinctively roll your hips, trying to stay quiet when you feel how hard he is.
“Beck, what are you doing?” He answers your question with a kiss, his mouth hungry as he parts your lips with his tongue. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you walked into class. I can’t believe it took me so long to do something about it.” The words come out as whisper as his fingertips brush under the hem of your shirt.
He reaches under the material and brings his hand up to your breast, gently massaging it before pulling down the lace of your bra. You have to bite your cheek to stop from crying out when he rolls your nipple between his fingers, his lips trailing along your neck. “Fuck. This is so much better than studying.”
You grab at his jeans and try to undo them, your mind dizzy from his touch and making you fumble with the button. When you finally get them loose you dip your hand inside and rub over his substantial length. His groan rumbles in your ear, his own hand sneaking below the waistband of your leggings. His finger circles your clit over the material of your underwear and his hips buck into your hand when he feels the dampness collecting there.
Pushing the material to the side he spreads you open and glides a finger through your folds, rubbing your arousal over your clit. You moan into his kiss and grab his shoulders to keep steady. Using his thumb to keep pressure in just the right spot he pushes a finger inside you and after swallowing your wanton moan, pushes a second in.
Your head falls to his shoulder as he slowly fucks you with his thick fingers and you try to muffle your sounds of pleasure in his neck. “Oh no no baby girl. Don’t cover your face, I want to hear you.” Lifting your head, you meet his heated gaze, your lips parted with heavy breaths. “Make me cum and I’ll make plenty of noise.”
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Summary: You’re at a NASA event and you make a small (maybe not) confession to your friend...
Author’s Note: This is for the continuation of the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the fun prompt sent in below! I hope you like this lovely, thank you! And thank you all for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤
Warnings: Fluffy, flirting, having some drinks :)
You stood at the bar waiting for your third drink, smiling at Melissa as the two of you poked fun at Watney. “Come on, Mark. Are you saying you have no rhythm whatsoever? I’m almost positive we have some clips of your best moves when you were stuck on Mars.” Mark playfully rolls his eyes, spotting Chris down the bar. “Oh good, there’s Beck. I’m going to go talk to someone nicer than you two.”
With a scoff and a smile, you wave him off, turning back to Melissa who is smirking at you. “What?” She takes a sip of her drink before leveling you with a knowing look. “I saw the way your eyes lingered on Beck. You two have been spending a lot of time together in the lab recently. Late nights and all.”
Glancing over her shoulder you catch his eye and he gives you that lopsided smile, winking before looking back to Mark. Clearing your throat, you try to suppress a smile. “He’s nice and very smart of course. And he doesn’t look too bad in a tux…” you trail off hoping to hide your blush in your drink.
“I can’t disagree with you on any of that,” Melissa says, clinking her glass to yours. “Does he know?” Now you give her a confused look, asking, “know what?” She sighs dramatically, tugging you closer to her and whispering, “that you have the hots for him!”
Pulling away, clearly appalled, you scrunch your nose up. “I certainly do not. And I think I need another drink.” You down the rest of your cocktail and turn to the bar to grab the attention of the bartender. “Hey Chris!” Melissa says far too loudly, and you spin around, new drink in hand, to find Chris smiling at you.
“Hey, y/n. I was just going to ask you to dance but I see you just got a refill.” Melissa carefully takes the drink from your hand, resting it on the bar. “Oh, she’s fine. I’ll hold onto this for her while you two have a dance.” Chris’ face lights up as he holds out his hand. You take it, throwing Melissa and evil look over your shoulder.
Chris pulls you in close, placing his warm hand at your lower back. “Are you having fun?” You try to focus on the conversation but being this close to his lips is making it difficult. “I am now,” you say, barely above a whisper. His blush matches yours as you both lightly laugh, swaying slowly to the music. “I’m glad and I couldn’t think of a better excuse to get rid of Watney.” This time you really laugh, and it chases away some of your nervousness.
Before your dance is over Chris gets pulled away by an old Air Force buddy, reluctantly leaving you to say hello. You float back toward Melissa who is still standing at the bar, smirking when she hands you your drink. “I wish you could see your face right now. You practically have heart eyes!” You give a glance in Chris’s direction, locking eyes for a brief moment before quickly looking away.
Instead of answering Melissa you take a long sip of your drink, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red hot as they feel. “Did I mention he looks really good in a tux.” She raises her eyebrows, encouraging you to go on. “I’m just saying that I wouldn’t hesitate ripping my panties in half and straddling his face until I cum around his lips.” Letting out a deep breath you smile smugly, feeling much better. “There, you happy now. I said it!”
Melissa’s stunned silence has you grinning from ear to ear. “Well. What do you have to say now?” Her wide eyes shift over your shoulder and you visibly stiffen. Swallowing hard you ask, “he’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Melissa’s head nods every so slightly as her smile grows, “enjoy the rest of your night guys.” With that she turns on her heels and disappears into the crowd.
You try to ready yourself to meet his eyes but his hand curls around your waist and he slowly turns you to face him. “I wish a black hole would swallow me up right now,” you whisper, looking into his sparkling blue eyes. “Is that so. Because I’m pretty sure you just said…” Placing a finger to his lips you silence his next words. “Shut up and kiss me.”
