reader x college!ted kord
warnings: fem!reader, smut!, webcam sex, mutual masturbation (m! and f!), use of vibrator, they don't know each others names, smut btw, use of nicknames, unestablished relationship, idk what else to put
author's notes: hi guys... guess whos back hehehe did u miss me ik u cant live without ted bc i certainly cant!! 'rin stop writing smut' never ever. also i see ur requests and im working on them right now!! anyways this could potentially have a part two so if u want it, lmk! - xoxo rin
college is fun, sort of. sure you go to the occasional frat party or stay in drinking with your handful of friends. but, it's not entirely what you want to do.
which is how you've found yourself in this mess.
you're a total geek, growing up with a dad who was sci-fi crazy. as a result, your childhood was filled with memories of watching star trek and binging the x-files. oh, and ridley scott's alien. even though your dad preferred predator (and the two of you would constantly argue over who should've won alien vs predator), you've always had a special love for all things alien.
but, much to your dismay, none of your college friends share your interests. sure, they listen to your rants and begrudgingly stayed over one night to watch the first movie, but it's not the same.
so you took to the internet, hoping to find some like minded geeks to talk to!
at first you were hesitant, is talking to people online really the safest thing to do? but you were always careful not to reveal anything more than you had to. you even went by a pseudonym (ellen because obviously) just to be careful.
and that's where you met him.
his username was 'bluemorph', some play on xenomorph and his favourite colour you assumed, and he was perfect.
you had posted on the forum about why you believed 'alien' was better than 'aliens', spending hours perfecting your first ever post to be perfect, just for it to get two likes and zero comments. of course you can't be too upset, forums are an outdated form of website after all and basically no one uses them, but still…
until, at around eleven at night, you got a ping! on your phone, notifying you that you'd gotten a comment on your post, along with a 'new follower' alert.
@ bluemorph : "absolutely, aliens feels like a sci-fi action movie with as many sound effects as possible but alien is definitely a horror movie.. i got the biggest chills when i watched it!"
and ever since then, your daily routine always has time for hours of texting and calling blue. you knew he was a guy in college around your age, but that's about it. but still, you're closer with him than anyone ever.
you breathe out as your fingers pump in and out of your wet heat, head thrown back on your rumpled pillows, your other hand pressing your blue vibe to your swollen clit.
you'd just come back from possibly the worst day at school. curse you for doing engineering and robotics because now you're in lectures with almost entirely men who don't understand that just because you sit two rows behind them, doesn't mean you want them. plus, your professor had the audacity to tell you to wake up after you'd dozed off for a split second!
okay, maybe that was your fault. perhaps staying up all night talking to blue wasn't the best idea.
but still, you need a break. and release.
your wrist aches as you finger yourself raw, ignoring the burning in your arm as you chase that sweet release. you're so close, tears brimming your eyes as you try to think of something to push you over the edge.
blue. the sound of his voice that you fall asleep to most nights on call.
you can't help but imagine him talking you through it, the warm rumble of his voice you hear on your calls filling your head as your heavy pants turn into whimpers. you're so close, the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter as you-
you immediately startle at the sound of your phone ringing, the orgasm you’d spent the last half an hour working up to dissipating with a defeated whimper. fumbling to turn off the vibrator, you pull your fingers from between your legs with a wet plap, quickly grabbing the tissues from your bedside table and wiping your hands, trying to steady your breathing.
when you see ‘blue’ on the caller ID of the call, guilt swirls in your gut at the fact that you were just masturbating to his voice but you quickly force through it, picking up the phone.
a cheery “hey el!” chimes through the phone as you put it on speaker, laying back down and swallowing thickly as you try to calm your racing heart. “hi.. hi blue,” you manage to say, the breathlessness in your voice undeniable as you mentally curse yourself for how you sound.
“rough day? you sound tired,” he says with that annoyingly smooth chuckle of his, the sound of him shifting around behind the phone reaching your ears.
you shift on your own bed, grabbing tissues to try and subtly clean the mess between your legs as you give him a strained chuckle back. “uh yeah.. my professor was being a prick.. no big deal..” you try to say smoothly, still catching your breath.
“ah, asshole professors, i feel you! my professor was cranky today too. but you sound like you’ve just ran a marathon! what were you up to when i called? i hope i’m not interrupting a workout or something,” he says cheerfully and you can practically hear that smile on his lips, your stomach doing a flip.
“oh! uh.. yeah actually.. i was doing one of those ‘home workout’ things but it wasn’t very good anyway,” you manage to lie as you fumble to toss the tissues in the bin beside your bed, letting out a little shaky exhale as you close your now aching legs.
he lets out another dizzyingly sweet laugh, the sound of him leaning back in a chair reaching you as you sit up. “well i was wondering, if you’d like to video call? you don’t have to show anything you don’t want to of course i just- i got some new lego i wanted to show you..”
“uh yeah sure-” you say in panic before you can stop yourself, immediately fumbling to stand up. “just- just let me set up my laptop” you squeak out before cutting the call quickly.
in a panic, you kick your sheets off, grabbing some clothes, a black cami and some comfy sweatpants, pulling your panties back on in a rush. you practically rip your laptop out of its charger, setting it down on your desk and sitting down. you take a breath, running a hand down your face before adjusting your hair. okay, maybe it’s a mess… but he won’t see it anyway! right?
after angling your laptop to not show the top half of your face, you call blue, stomach twisting at the thought of seeing him on call again as you wait for him to pick up.
the screen suddenly lights up with blue’s end, his hands adjusting the camera to hide his face, a dorky smile on his lips as he sits down in his chair. “tada! look! i’ve been saving up for six months now and i got it on sale!” he says chirpily as he holds up the milky way lego set, dimples framing his soft smile.
“woah! oh my god? you’re so lucky i’ve been wanting that one forever!”
“i was wondering if you’d like to stay on call while i build it? i don’t have anything to do tonight so..” he trails off as his eyes wonder across the screen, noticing your bed in the background. specifically the blue vibrator and tissues on your bed. a flush immediately crosses his skin, his adam’s apple bobbing under the thin stretch of his throat as he trails off, connecting your earlier breathlessness with the sight of your bed.
you blink in confusion, about to ask him what’s wrong when you spot in your own camera what can be seen on your bed, embarrassment making you splutter as you try to explain yourself.
“it’s- it’s just- the- i- well-”
“is.. is that what you were doing when i called you..?”
you can hardly breathe, utterly humiliated as you blink rapidly, hesitating before nodding in silence, unable to bring yourself to look at the screen, even if he can’t see your face.
his question makes you choke, eyes flying up to the screen as you splutter. sure, you’ve had less than appropriate conversations before, but never this!?
“i- blue you- uhm.. n-no..” you manage to murmur sheepishly, a flush crawling up your cheeks as you look down at your hands. he slowly lowers the large box of lego, a visible flush creeping down the thick column of his neck.
“i.. didn’t mean to.. interrupt.. you should.. yknow..”
you swallow thickly at the implication, your heart thudding in your chest as you consider his proposition. it’s not like he could see your face right? so there’s nothing… incriminating. besides, you’ve already exchanged a few ‘more than friendly’ pictures before so…
with a shaky breath, you stand up, careful not to let your face be caught in the camera as you grab a pillow and your blue vibrator, sitting back down shyly with the pillow behind your back.
his breath gets caught in his throat, his jeans immediately tightening as he shifts in his own chair, eyes transfixed on your hands as you fidget with the hem of your cami.
he understands your slight nerves, hands moving to pull his shirt off in hopes to make you feel more comfortable, revealing the flush covering his chest. you have to bite back a moan at the sight of his bare chest, the soft peach fuzz dusting his chest and the subtle pudge that clings to his thick frame, his skin littered with freckles like stars across a universe.
“blue i..” you can hardly hear your own words, your heart thrumming loudly in your ears as you carefully tug your cami up your own body, pulling it off and letting it drop to the side, a shiver running down your spine as the cool air hits the soft mounds of your breasts.
you can hear his breath audibly hitch, watching the way his hand moves to adjust himself through his jeans, his teeth sinking into that plush lower lip. “fuck- you’re.. you’re beautiful, you know that?” he manages to breathe out, unzipping his jeans and kicking them off slightly clumsily, already straining against his star trek boxers.
his words have your heart thudding as you can hardly formulate a response, tugging your own sweatpants down enough to slip them off, your panties going with them. you sit with your thighs pressed together, embarrassingly wet as you fiddle with the vibrator in your hand, suddenly feeling self conscious as you reach up to adjust the laptop yet again.
“you.. don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.. it’s completely your choice..” he murmurs softly, voice slightly grainy through his mic yet as warm as ever as you study the way he shifts in his chair, clearly painfully hard but holding back for your sake.
you sigh softly, sitting up straight and brushing your hair out of your face as you swallow thickly. “no i.. i want to.. i just… i don’t know..”
“you.. want me to talk you through it..?”
his words send a jolt directly between your legs as your eyes fly up, hesitating for a moment before nodding shyly, a heat already crawling down your neck and blooming across your skin.
“okay.. that’s okay..” he breathes out, his hand moving to carefully palm himself with a hiss. “spread your legs for me.. show me how much you want this..” he murmurs gently, his throat bobbing as he breathes shakily.
you immediately nod, bracing yourself on the arm rests of the chair and spreading your legs, adjusting the laptop to ensure your face is hidden, your slick heat on full display. you’re embarrassingly wet, glistening inner thighs shining with your arousal as your pretty pink clit peaks out from between your tufts of curls. normally, you would’ve been mortified to show a man your bush, but you get the feeling that blue won’t judge you for it.
he tugs his own boxers down, revealing his throbbing length already leaking like a tap, complete with his own mop of curls as he smiles dorkishly. his gorgeous dick lays hot and heavy in his hand, dizzyingly thick with a pulsing vein spanning from the base till the blushed tip that shines under his light of his desk lamp.
“shit- feel how wet you are for me… let me see..”
with your index finger, you collect your slick, dragging it up and down your slit at the same pace that his hand wraps around himself and strokes, a breathy gasp tumbling past your lips as you bite back a whimper.
“you see how much i want you..? s’ all you.. all for you..”
a whine escapes as you watch how his pretty cock throbs with need, your own bundle of nerves throbbing in response as you rub circles on it, your free hand keeping your thigh spread open.
“so fucking pretty.. use one finger.. slowly..”
you slide a finger inside with a gasp, curling it perfectly to prod at that spot that makes tears spring in your eyes, keeping your gaze locked on the screen of your laptop. he continues to stroke himself, pre leaking and dripping down his fist as he slowly twists his wrist at the same pace as your hand.
“now grab your- yeah that’s it.. it’s blue huh? just like me…”
as you fumble to turn on your blue vibrator, you can’t help but let out a soft giggle at his words but it comes out more like a whimper, your cheeks flushed. you sink your teeth into your lower lip, slowly dragging the vibrator down your stomach and pressing down on your clit. a squeal of pleasure tumbles past your spit slick lips, toes immediately curling as you fight to keep your legs open. you’re already close, your arousal dripping down your folds and landing on the fabric of your chair. through the screen, you can hear the wet plaps of his fist stroking himself, slick strokes of his pre dripping down his length mixing with his heavy pants disguising his whines.
each groan has you clenching around your fingers as you pump them till your wrist begins to burn, vibrator pressed against your bundle of nerves and sending shocks up your spine. heat spills from your eyes in thick tears of pleasure, your gasps morphing into moans despite your attempts at keeping quiet (sorry neighbours).
“i- fuck! so- m’ gonna!” you manage to gasp before letting out a whine, heels digging into the chair as your hips buck against your hands and your head tips back in ecstasy. your moans make him let out a pathetic whimper in response, his fist squeezing himself at the base before speeding up, balls drawing up as he grows closer and closer. “j-jesus- me- me too!”
a white hot wave of pleasure washes over you as you finally reach your peak, clenching around your knuckles with a choked sob, eyes glazing over as you ride out your high. blue finishes at the same time, head tipping back with a groan as he shoots up across his chest, the soft shapes of his abdomen now coated in his sticky release.
you both sit panting for what feels like an eternity, breathless from the mind numbingly intense experience. safe to say, you’ve never orgasmed like that ever. slowly, you lower your now aching legs and grab some tissues, eyes trained on the screen as you stare with wide eyes at the mess coating his stomach. he lets out a slightly awkward chuckle, running his clean hand through his hair as he also grabs tissues, accidentally knocking his camera slightly.
“guess we made a mess huh?” he murmurs breathlessly, earning a soft giggle from you. as you wipe your hands, you shake your head with a gentle smile, cheeks still flushed. “always a cornball..” you say with no real heat, about to open your mouth to let him know his camera has moved. as your lips are about to form the words you freeze, eyes narrowing on something on the screen.
in the back of his room hangs one of those cheap beige tote bags mass given out on freshman week, big red letters reading out ‘midwestern university’. your university. and not only that, but a stack of electronics textbooks beside it, the very books your irritating professor had handed out the first week of lessons.
you can hardly breathe, blood thrumming in your ears loudly. blue’s confused “el?” falls on deaf ears, your hands immediately slamming the laptop shut and swiftly ending the call.
can u tell im an alien over aliens fan....
