87WW She gets Darien to help her write a one shot

Darien waited impatiently for Serena to arrive. Very quickly after they started dating, he got used to having her around. When she wasn't there, he felt incomplete and listless. He could admit to himself that he actually felt like that before, but now he knew what the cause was. She was so full of joy and light that it filled up his entire world.

He was sitting on the couch with his textbooks spread out on the coffee table. He used to study in his office. That was something else that changed quickly once they started dating. Now, he studied in the living room on the couch. It enabled his favorite way to study with his arm wrapped around her while she leaned up against his chest.

He immediately perfected being able to read and highlight while she leaned up against him, and he had one arm resting on her stomach. He made sure it was always his left hand. He was right handed of course, so when he lifted his arm to highlight something, he didn't have to remove his hand from her.

He heard a knock on the door, and he quickly went to answer it. He smiled down at Serena as she strode in and removed her shoes. She was loaded down with her bag that he grabbed from her shoulder, without a word, to carry it for her.

She smiled up at him, "So, a funny thing happened today."

He smiled at her, "What's that?"

"I ran into one of the guys from your bio class at University, David. Somehow, he immediately recognized me." She wrapped her arms around him and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

He held her and asked, "And, what did he say?"

"He said that you smile now, and that at first when he saw it, he thought you were having a stroke." Laughter danced in her eyes.

"I'm happy to have you in my life." He kissed the top of her head.

"He also said you showed him the picture of us that we took at the ski cabin." She smiled, "I know you said you wanted to tell everyone. It just feels good to have a stranger come up and say he knows about us."

Darien smirked, "I have to admit that telling them was mostly selfish. I knew the guys from my class would see you at some point when you visited me on campus, and I wanted to make sure they know that you are mine. You're gorgeous, and I didn't want them drooling over you."

She blushed, "So, you were marking your territory. There are worse ways to do it. Plus, it feels really good. I'm so happy we're finally dating."

"Me too." They then went and sat down on the couch. Darien smiled when Serena pulled her laptop out of her bag. It was absolutely covered in stickers. He chuckled and asked, "Do you have enough stickers on that thing?"

She smiled at him and held it up, "Hey, if I write a fan fiction about something, I get a sticker and add it." She laughed and said, "I think it is several layers thick by now."

Darien gave her a heated look, "Is there a sticker that represents the story you wrote about us?"

"Yes! See this?" she pointed to a sticker that was in the middle of the cover. "The snowflake represents us. We did get together on a ski vacation. I won't be covering that one up."

He smiled at her fondly and asked, "And, the bunny sticker?"

"That's just there because I love bunnies a lot."

She leaned back on him, and he wrapped his arm around her. She opened her laptop and began writing. He opened his chemistry book and picked up where he left off.

Thirty minutes later, he kissed the top of her head and asked, "What assignment are you working on?"

She smiled up at him and said, "I'm not. I'm writing a story."

"What's it about?"

"A manga you haven't read. It would make no sense to you. It involves a demi-goddess, angry gods, and true love. It also has double crossing bad guys."

"I have to admit, I've read a few of your stories, but my favorite is still the one about us."

She smirked, "That's because you loved trying out everything in it."

"Yes, that's very true." He stroked her breast. "But, the main reason is because it's about us. I like stories of us getting together. They'll always be my favorite."

She smiled up at him and said, "Well, I'll just have to write another one. Any particular requests? I do like to receive prompts."

He moved his arm beneath her shirt and stroked her stomach. "How realistic do you like them to be?"

She gave him a heated look, "It can be whatever you want."

"How about the day I met you in our Junior year of high school, and I wasn't a jerk to you?"

She laughed, "So, we're going as unrealistic as possible here."

He chuckled and nodded, "I guess we are. And since we are, make me charming and irresistible."

"Irresistible is easy to write. That is grounded in truth after all. You're incredibly sexy."

She started typing, and he looked at what was on her screen. "Hey! A smug bastard isn't irresistible."

She smirked up at him, "I was just seeing if you were paying attention."

He watched her delete that and write, 'man with a perfect body.' He said, "Much better."

"It's true."

He grabbed her breast and said, "And when you describe yourself, you have to write 'plump breasts.'"

She moaned and shook her head, "I am writing from my POV. It doesn't make sense for me to describe my breasts that way."

Darien huffed, "I like my POV better. Trust me, your breasts feel amazing." He tossed his book to the side and put his other hand on her breasts too.

He didn't see her smirk. She had been steadily getting more and more turned on that day. Now, she had his undivided attention, and she was going to use her writing to drive him wild. This story would definitely veer more towards the smut side. After all, she was living out her happy story. Now, she just wanted to make him desperate for her.

The best part was that she didn't interrupt his studying. This was all him. She had been careful not to interrupt every time they studied together. She knew that he needed to study, and she didn't want to make it so he couldn't have her over. She knew staying quiet equaled more snuggle time.

She went back to typing and said, "So, he meets her that day outside of school, and she throws her test in his face. What does he say to her? I figure, 'I would like to bend you over my desk and take you,' won't work."

He laughed out loud and pinched her nipples. "No, but it would be closer to the truth of what I wanted to say than what I said to you that day."

"And, what did you actually want to say?"

"Well, I wouldn't have ever said it, but I thought that you had amazing breasts, and I wanted to touch them."

"You did not!"

"Yes, I did. Your school shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons, and with my height, I had a fantastic view of your breasts. It's why I took a step towards you. I was trying to see your bra."

She was shocked, "And, did you?"

"White lace." he said smugly.

"You're a pervert!" she chuckled.

"You have absolutely no idea. That was the night I first masterbated to the thought of your pink lips wrapped around me."

Her fingers started flying. "Oh, this is so going in my story!"

He grasped her breasts and said, "I thought it was your POV?"

"Not anymore. This one is third person POV now. I want you to tell me more. We'll go with wishful fulfillment for this one." She smiled at him and said, "Keep touching me while I write. It inspires me."

"Yes ma'am!" He pinched her nipple again.

She moaned and said, "I wrote that you, 'Glanced down her shirt and saw her white lacy bra. His fingers itched to touch her plump breasts.' Good so far?"

"Accurate so far. I thought this was supposed to be fiction?"

"The fiction comes on the second day of the story. I think we should make out behind the school. What do you think?"

"And, how would I convince you to do that?" he massaged her breast.

"I'm changing my mind. I think you should grab my breasts and make me moan." she started typing.

"Where's the consent?"

She rolled her eyes. "This is our story we are writing. You're really worried about that? You touched my breasts without asking at the ski resort."

"You were moaning and arching your back. It was so damn sexy."

"Fine. I'll write that I encourage you. Hmmm." She thought about what to write and started typing.

She read, "The next day they ran into each other behind the school after class. Darien was still thinking about her breasts and how much he wanted her. He stepped towards her and backed her up against the wall. Serena looked up at him with unconcealed lust in her eyes. He felt his cock harden. He wanted her. He pressed her up against the wall, raised one hand and grasped her breast. She let out a moan and gave him a sultry look."

She felt his muscles grow tense against her back. He liked this. "How is that for consent? Think it's clear enough that she wants it?"

He only managed a breathy, "Yes."

She read on, "He leaned down and kissed her, pressing himself up against her body. He felt her rock against his hard cock, and he deepened the kiss. He tasted her, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. He broke the kiss and started nipping at her neck."

Darien said, "I'm liking this story. A lot."

"What do you think should happen next? She could get on her knees and give him a blow job."

Darien groaned, "As much as I would like that, anyone could walk around the corner and see that."

She laughed, "Which would add some elements of danger. Remember though, this is a story. We are in control. No one needs to catch them."

He pinched her nipples, "I like it then."

"Who initiates it?" she asked. "We could have him tell her to get on her knees and pull out his cock."

"That would be hot, but-"

"She has to want it." Serena finished.

He kissed the nape of her neck. "Yea, she has to want it." He shifted on the couch and leaned against the arm rest. She had her back to his chest and felt his hard cock pressing into her back. His legs were alongside hers. She set the laptop on her legs and pulled off her shirt revealing her white lacy bra. "Fuck Serena, I get to touch you wearing it."

"Yes, you do." She moaned as he played with her nipples.

She typed for a bit more while he did. She then read, "Serena looked up at him and whimpered. 'I want you, Darien. Please, say you want me too. I would do anything to please you.' He gave her a cocky grin and said, "Anything?' 'Yes, I want you.' He stepped back from her and said, 'Get on your knees.' She quickly did what he demanded. She was wet and aching for him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock. 'Open up those pretty pink lips of yours and suck on my cock.' She nodded and moaned. Then he thrust it past her lips into her mouth. She licked and sucked him. He placed his hand on the back of her head to guide her. She took him as deep down her throat as she could. She pulled back and said, 'You taste so good. Cum in my mouth.' She went back to sucking him. He rutted into her mouth until he came cursing. 'Fuck Serena, that was so good.'"

Darien moaned, "Can you feel how hard I am?" He slid his hand under her skirt and underneath her panties. "Serena, you are just dripping wet." He played with her folds. "What happens next?"

"What do you want to happen next?"

He flicked her clit and said, "I think Darien wants to please her now. He would want to get his hands on her hot body and make her orgasm."

She nodded and went back to typing. She then read, "Darien looked at her and her eyes were blown wide with desire. She was still on her knees and had his spent cock in her mouth. He pulled back, and it made a soft pop when she released it. He helped her up and said, 'Come back to my place. I want to have more time to touch you and taste you.' She nodded and followed him. The moment they went into his apartment, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her. He deepened the kiss and moaned into her mouth. He said, 'I want to bury myself inside of you and hear you scream out my name.' She nodded. He lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen table."

"Wait, what is he going to do to her there?"

She rolled her eyes, "I was thinking he would have sex with her on it."

"That can't be comfortable!"

"This is fictional sex. It's not real. It can be whatever we say it is."

Darien said, "In that case, can he have sex with her pressed against the wall? You are hard to resist, and he gets to have whatever he wants."

"She wants it too."

Darien slid his fingers into her pussy. "You always get what you want. Right, Buns?" He flicked her clit.

"Yes! Yes, I always get what I want from you. Don't stop."

He paused, "Keep writing."

She began typing, and he went back to playing with her pussy.

She then read in a breathy voice, "While he had her pressed up against the wall, he reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. He then pulled out his large cock and buried it inside of her. He said, "Do you like that, Serena? Do you like the way I feel inside of you?" She nodded frantically, and he began driving himself into her. Rutting inside of her with his hard cock. She moaned and cursed. He moaned praises for her tight, wet pussy into her ear. She tightened her walls, and he reached down and played with her clit. They both came hard. They then slid to the floor and clung to each other."

She moaned and rode his fingers, "That feels so good."

"Yes, it does," he said. "You're so tight and wet. I love watching you fall apart."

"What happens next?" She asked.

He whispered in her ear, "He lays her out and fucks her on the couch."

She put her laptop down on the coffee table and said, "Yes. Please, fuck me right now. I want it so much, Darien. Please." She was so turned on.

He pulled off her panties, stood up and pulled a condom out of his wallet. "I carry these now. I want to have one on me at all times. I can't get enough of you."

She pulled off her clothes, and he stripped too. He then rolled on the condom. He climbed on top of her and buried himself inside of her. A while later, they both orgasmed screaming out and collapsing bonelessly in each other's arms.

Later that night before she went to bed, she saved the story in her finished story files. It wasn't technically completely, but she had really loved how it had ended.