Archive of Our Own

People liked to talk. That was nothing new.

Whispers always floated around the cafeteria, slipping from table to table, carried in half-covered laughs and the clatter of trays. Film usually tuned them out because most of it was boring. A recycled gossip that lost its flavor by the end of the day. But sometimes, every once in a while, something stuck.

"You know the girl who’s always in the library?" Love whispered, hand half-covering her mouth as she leaned closer across the table. "Glasses and always wearing those baggy clothes. Kinda awkward?"

Film glanced up from her tray, unimpressed. "There's like twenty of those."

Love rolled her eyes. "The one who always has that thick math notebook with her."

Film frowned for a second, then raised a brow. "Oh? Namtan?"

Love's grin spread instantly. "Bingo."

Film tilted her head. "What about her?"

Leaning even closer now, Love lowered her voice until it was almost drowned out by the cafeteria noise. "I heard she's... you know." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Packing. Like, not small. At all."

For a second, Film just blinked at her. Then she let out a laugh, loud enough that a couple people nearby turned their heads.

"Where the hell did you even hear that?"

"Win," Love said immediately. "He had chem with her last semester. Swore up and down that one time she adjusted herself through her pants and..." she made a vague motion with her hands, "...he saw something. Said it definitely wasn't her phone. And you know how Win lies about a lot of shit, but he looked dead serious this time."

For a second, Film just stared at the other girl, blank expression, trying to process whether this was a joke or not. Then she looked down at her tray and muttered, "Huh."

"Right?" Love whispered, her voice both scandalized and excited. "I mean, come on. Nerds with big dicks? That's like, straight out of a fever dream!"

Film didn't respond. At least, not out loud. She just gave a little shrug, poked at her food again and tried to act normal.

But later, walking back to class, her brain wouldn't shut up about it.

Namtan Weerawatnodom. The quiet and soft-spoken Namtan, the girl who always kept to herself in the library and barely spoke in class unless the professor called on her. She was the one with glasses always slipping down her nose, drowning in clothes two sizes too big and walking around like she was trying to disappear into the background. Awkward in every way, almost forgettable if you didn't look twice.

And she was also the one packing a huge dick? Yeah, righttt.

Film tried to brush the thought away, telling herself it was stupid gossip, nothing more than a baseless talk. But for some reason, the rumor clung to her. 

She caught herself picturing it. Glasses sliding down Namtan's nose, shirt riding up, hands fumbling nervously, jeans tugging tight, something pressing against the fabric—

Film almost rolled her eyes at herself. Ugh. What the hell am I even thinking? Why is my brain wasting time on this? But... what if it's true?

Film hated how curious she suddenly felt. She didn't even want to care, except she kind of did. Because if it was true, if Namtan was really walking around campus all shy and polite with a huge dick... well, Film wanted to know.

Actually, scratch that. She needed to know.

That night, Film found herself doing what she'd call light stalking, though honestly, it was anything but light.

"Namtan Weerawatnodom," she mumbled to herself, curled up in bed with her laptop. Her fingers tapped quickly against the keys as she pulled up college websites, club rosters and event photos.

Anything that had Namtan's name on it. And, surprisingly, this nerdy girl was everywhere. 

Science fairs, math contests, chess tournaments, and even on a robot club photos. She looked the same in all of them. A little awkward as she’s standing off to the side. Always with that shy, uncertain smile.

It made Film pause. Because honestly? It was adorable.

Film leaned closer, resting her chin on her hand as she scrolled more. She stopped scrolling when she found one particular picture from some math contest. Namtan stood stiffly on a stage, clutching a trophy that looked heavier than her arms could handle. Her hair looked like she'd run out the door without even brushing it.

She zoomed in on Namtan's face.

There was something about the nerd’s face. So soft and unguarded. Her doe-eyes behind those glasses had this quiet gentleness that didn't match how stiffly she stood. Her lips looked like they'd never been kissed properly, and that tiny, shy tense smile on her face... like she didn't even know how to relax.

Film bit down on her own lip, staring at the screen longer than she should.

"She's cute," she muttered, a tiny smile tugging at her mouth.

And then, like a reminder slamming back into her brain, came the other thing she knew. That piece of information replayed in her head, making her press the heel of her hand against her forehead in disbelief at herself.

Apparently, behind all that shyness and awkwardness, Namtan was also hiding a huge dick.

That thought made Film laugh under her breath, half in disbelief and half in anticipation. The mix of innocence and something so dirty was almost too much.

That sealed it. There was no question anymore.

Film was going to fuck her.

It wasn't easy.

Namtan was shy. 

But not the kind you could just glance at and understand. No, this was the kind of shyness that made her look like she wanted to disappear, like she'd rather melt straight into the chair than exist under anyone's attention. The kind that made her ears pink the second someone even looked at her for too long.

Film remembered the first time she slid into the seat beside her in the library. Namtan practically jumped out of her skin, her eyes flicking up for a fraction of a second before she stammered a tiny, almost inaudible "hi." And then just like that, she buried herself in her notes so deep Film wasn't sure she'd ever resurface.

It had made Film's chest thrum in that delicious, impatient way. 

Shit... why did it feel so good to watch her flinch like that?

And giving up wasn't Film's style. Not when something, or rather someone, intrigued her this much.

She tried again the next day. And the next. She claimed the same spot, careful to sit close enough that their elbows almost brushed, and threw little comments on Namtan's way. She smiled, laughed softly, even pretended to be confused over a line in her textbook just to hear Namtan explain it. She watched every flicker of reaction, every twitch of her fingers, every barely-there glance.

Still... nothing.

So Film upped her game. She started showing up with coffee, always pretending it was "extra" or that the barista had given her the wrong order. She leaned in when she talked, letting her laughter spill softly between the quiet rows of books. She let her thigh brush against Namtan's under the table subtly, just to see if she'd flinch.

And every time, Namtan froze like a deer caught in headlights.

But the nerd never took the bait. She never flirted back, never gave more than short answers, never looked Film in the eye for longer than a second.

It was infuriating. Film hated being ignored. Especially when her curiosity felt like it was crawling under her skin.

One afternoon, Film watched her scribble away at an equation, her brow furrowed, lips pressed together in focus. Film rested her chin in her palm, eyes fixed on her, and let the words slip out.

"You're so smart," she said softly. Then, with a grin, "It's hot."

The effect was immediate. Namtan's pen clattered onto the table, rolling off the edge before she snatched it up again with fumbling fingers. Her whole face went bright red, and she ducked her head so fast it was like she was trying to disappear.

"I-I'm not... uh, hot... I mean..." she swallowed hard, voice dropping into a mumble. "Thank you..."

Film smirked, fighting back a laugh as she leaned back in her chair.

That was the first crack.

The first time Namtan's perfect wall of shyness showed that maybe... Film was getting to her.

Three weeks in, Film was getting desperate.

Every day, her mind circled the same thought, and it gnawed at her constantly. The curve of Namtan's hips under her jeans. The way her voice softened when she explained something. The little nervous gestures like rubbing the back of her neck when she got flustered, eyes darting away when Film's gaze lingered too long. 

And damn, the way the nerd avoided looking at Film when she wore something tight, as if she could feel Film staring right through the fabric.

Film was feral.

And Namtan... acted like none of it mattered. Like Film wasn't sitting there in the back corner of the library, practically eye-fucking her every single day.

So Film took it one step further.

"I had a dream about you," she whispered one afternoon, leaning across the table while Namtan reread her math notes.

Namtan's pen stopped moving. Her head shot up, eyes wide, caught completely off guard. "...What kind of dream?"

"You were pushing me against this very table," Film said, letting her smile curl just enough to tease.

Namtan froze. Her mouth opened, then snapped shut, and Film swore she saw her throat bob. She looked like she might actually pass out right there, and Film had to bite back a laugh.

"I... uh, I would n-never..." she stammered, voice trembling.

"I wouldn't mind," Film whispered, leaning just a fraction closer.

Namtan went completely still. Her eyes widened, and for a second, it looked like she'd forgotten how to breathe.

Film bit her lip, watching her carefully. "You want to kiss me?" she asked, her voice soft, almost playful.

"I-I..." Namtan's gaze shot everywhere except Film.

Film tilted her head, letting the corner of her grin deepen. "You want to fuck me?"

Namtan choked on air. Literally. 

Film couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her. She leaned even closer, close enough that she could smell the faint mint lingering on Namtan's breath, the scent from the gum she always chewed when she studied.

"I heard about you, you know," Film murmured.

That snapped the nerd's attention back. She blinked rapidly, alarmed. "Heard what?"

Film tilted her head, a sly smile curling on her lips. "That you're... big," she whispered, letting the syllables hang between them like heat in the air. "…big enough to make a girl scream."

Namtan froze completely. Her ears turned bright red, almost glowing against her pale skin. Her hand twitched on top of her notebook, like she didn't know whether to grip her pen or throw it. Her legs shifted under the table, pressed tightly together.

Film let herself smile wider, enjoying the effect she was having.

"I want it," she said, barely above a whisper, eyes locked on Namtan's. "I want you."

For a moment, Namtan's brain just... shut down. Eyes blank and unfocused. She could barely hear herself think over the rush of blood and adrenaline that filled her chest. Film could practically see the blood rushing to the nerd’s face, hear the sharp intake of breath.

"I-I think... uh, I need t-to go," Namtan stuttered, stumbling over her words.

Before Film could say anything else, the nerd scrambled to her feet, nearly knocking over her chair in the process. She shoved her notebook and pen into her backpack with fumbling hands, slung it over her shoulder, and practically bolted out of the library, ears still blazing red.

Film leaned back in her chair, a grin spreading across her face as she watched her go.

Another bingo.

It had taken five weeks of careful flirting, subtle hints, and the kind of persistence only Film could pull off before Namtan had finally allowed her to come over to her apartment. 

At first, every suggestion Film made had been met with polite excuses, a shaking head, or an elaborate story about deadlines and group projects. Film had almost laughed at how predictable it was, how earnestly Namtan built walls around herself. But Film, with that infuriating mix of sweetness and teasing, had kept at it.

And now here she was. Standing in Namtan's small apartment room. The door clicked shut, sealing them into the small quiet space.

Film let her eyes wander, taking in everything around the room. Books stacked neatly on the desk, bed tucked with perfect corners, walls bare except for a single corkboard with color-coded notes. Off to the side sat a two-seat couch, looking almost too neat to have ever been used. There was also a tiny kitchen tucked into the corner and a small bathroom by the door. 

The apartment was small, the kind of place that felt just right for a student to rent and it was so, so neat. It was so Namtan. 

Meanwhile, Namtan stood near her desk stiffly and awkwardly. Her fingers gripping the strap of her bag like it was her lifeline. Her hair was still a little mussed from the wind outside, glasses slightly fogged, cheeks warm. She couldn't even look straight at Film, eyes darting anywhere else as though Film, the most popular girl in their year, was too bright to meet head-on.

"I've never been in this apartment building," Film said lightly, scanning the space. "So neat. Kinda cute. Just like you."

Namtan blinked. Her ears flushed a deeper pink. "It's just... I like clean spaces," she stammered, avoiding Film's gaze.

"Mhm," Film hummed, dropping her bag carelessly to the floor. The sound echoed in the small room. Then she turned slowly, letting her gaze settle on Namtan. Her head tilted, lips curving, eyes narrowing just slightly... like she was deciding what she wanted to do with this nerd.

"You're really not gonna ask me why I came all the way here with you?"

The strap of Namtan's bag dug into her palm. She gripped it tighter. Her mouth was dry. "Y-you said... you needed help with the presentation."

Film let the silence stretch for a beat, watching her squirm. Then her smile widened. "Right," she said, stepping closer. "Totally forgot about that."

Namtan's throat bobbed as she swallowed. Her brain screamed at her to move—to pull out her laptop, to gesture at the desk, to do anything that wasn't standing frozen while a girl this beautiful came even closer. But all she could do was watch Film close the distance, each step echoing quietly in the small room, the faint sound of her heels hitting the floor making Namtan's heart beat fast.

Film didn't stop until they were practically chest-to-chest. Namtan’s bag slipped off her shoulder, hitting the floor with a dull thud just as her back bumped against the edge of the desk. Her breath caught when Film leaned in, the closeness leaving her no room to think.

Too close, too close, too close—too close that Namtan could smell the faint trace of her perfume, something sweet and sharp that made her dizzy.

"So..." Film murmured, voice low and syrup-slick. "Is it true?"

Namtan's wide eyes darted up to hers. "H-huh?"

"Is it true," Film repeated, slower this time, dragging it out. Her fingers brushed the hem of Namtan's hoodie, teasing the fabric between them. "What they say about you?"

Namtan's stomach twisted. Film could practically feel her panic radiating off her skin.

"I-I don't know what people are saying." she stammered, voice too high.

"Oh, don't play dumb," Film teased, lips brushing the shell of Namtan's ear. "They all say the same thing. That the nerdy girl with the glasses… is packing something massive under those jeans."

Namtan went still. Her ears burned so hot she thought they might catch fire. "I-I..." she choked, stumbling over her words. "I don't! I didn't—who said that?!"

Film's giggle cut through the air, light and cruel and beautiful. She pressed forward until Namtan had nowhere left to go, her body pinning Namtan against the desk.

"Oh, sweetheart," she drawled, her voice low and teasing. "Everyone talks."

Her hand slid up Namtan's side, taking her time, fingers brushing over the soft hoodie fabric until they found her waist. She could feel how much Namtan was trembling under her touch.

"And I couldn't stop thinking about it," she whispered, leaning closer. Her lips hovered just at Namtan's ear. "You, all quiet in class... hiding a cock big enough to ruin me?" Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip, and she almost scolded herself for how desperate she sounded. But it was true. She needed to know. "I had to see for myself."

A broken whimper slipped out of Namtan's throat before she could stop it. Her back pressed harder into the desk. "I-I don't think... Film, I really....this isn't—"

Film shushed her gently, her thumb stroking over the swell of her hip.

"You're so cute when you panic," she whispered, smiling against her cheek. Namtan's panic was endearing, almost sweet. It only fed Film's hunger. "But I want it, Namtan. I want you. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to see how hard you get when I suck you like a slut. I wanna see how long you can last with me gagging around it."

Namtan made another helpless sound, half protest, half need. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, glasses sliding lower down her nose. Her hands twitched uselessly at her sides, because she didn't know where to put them, didn't know how to stop Film, didn't even know if she wanted to.

"I'm..." she whispered, eyes fluttering, "I-I'm not used to this..."

Film reached up and tilted her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "I know," she said, grinning. "But you're gonna get used to me."

Before the nerd could answer, Film was already dropping to her knees. The move was so quick, it made Namtan's breath stutter in her throat.

"Wait... wait, Film, wait—"

But it was too late. Film was already down, hands sliding over her thighs. Her fingers fumbled impatiently at Namtan's belt, tugging it loose, biting down on her lip as if she'd been starving for this moment. The sound of the buckle coming undone made Namtan's heart pound faster. 

Film didn’t stop there. She popped open the button of Namtan’s jeans, eased the zipper down slow, almost teasing, and pushed the denim just low enough to reveal the boxers. Her eyes instantly caught on the obvious bulge straining there. She could see it, could practically feel just how big Namtan was even through the fabric, the outline enough to make her breath catch.

Then she finally looked up, eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and hunger, voice breathless as she let out a disbelieving laugh. “Oh my god.”

Heat rushed to Namtan's neck, flooding her cheeks. Her whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out. She squeezed her eyes shut, voice breaking. "P-please... d-don't look!"

Film laughed. "You're huge."

The words made Namtan whimper. Her knees nearly buckled, thighs trembling as her cock twitched against the tight stretch of her boxers. The fabric did nothing to hide her, only made her look more undone, more desperate. Every little pulse made her more exposed, and Film couldn't look away.

Film leaned in, brushing her nose against the outline. She tilted her head like she was studying it, eyes full of mischief. "Is it always like this?" she asked, voice low and teasing. "Do you really walk around campus like this, cock stuffed inside your jeans while girls drool behind your back?"

Namtan's head tipped back, glasses sliding. Her lips parted, but nothing came out—just shaky breaths as her whole body betrayed her.

Film grinned, loving every second of it. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of Namtan's boxers, tugging them down in one impatient pull.

Namtan's cock sprang free, flushed red at the tip, thick, and already leaking. It slapped against the flat of her lower stomach. Film moaned just from the sight of it, her head falling back for a second before she caught herself. Her hand came up, fingers brushing carefully along the length, eyes wide with awe.

"God," she whispered. "It's so pretty," her lips curled into a grin, eyes locking with Namtan's again.

Both of her hands wrapped around the base. Her thumbs pressed against veins that throbbed with heat under smooth skin. The shaft was heavy in her grip, already slick at the tip. She swore her mouth watered just from holding it.

Namtan looked like she was about to die. She was half-folded against the desk, trembling, glasses sliding down her nose, lips parted in shock and disbelief. Her fingers clutched the wood like it was the only thing holding her up.

Film gave her cock an appreciative stroke, slow from base to tip. Namtan shuddered violently.

"It's so... clean," she said, genuinely stunned. Her thumb grazed the crown, collecting pre-cum and spreading it around with a filthy twist of her wrist. "Like freakishly clean. Your balls are so smooth... Jesus."

Namtan whimpered. "I-I take hygiene seriously," she stammered, voice barely above a whisper. "I... it's just, I mean, you have to, right? It's just proper care."

Film looked up at her with a grin, mouth close enough that Namtan's cock jumped at the heat of her breath. "You shave?"

The nerd nodded, blushing furiously. "Y-yeah. Every week. Sometimes twice if I'm... if I feel like I'm not th-thorough enough."

Film couldn't help it, she giggled. "You're adorable," she said, tightening her grip just a little, watching the way the nerd’s eyes fluttered shut. "You're standing here with your massive, gorgeous cock right in my face, and you're talking about shaving routines like a total nerd."

Namtan looked away, cheeks fully crimson now. "I use warm water. And the... uh, the sensitive-skin gel. And a mirror sometimes. So I don't miss anything."

"Oh my god," Film laughed, tilting her head and staring directly at her cock like it was a miracle. "Even your balls are shaved? Namtan, they're so round and clean. They're perfect. What the fuck."

Namtan made a quiet, squeaky sound in her throat. Her glasses slipped again, sitting lopsided across her nose. 

"It's for hygiene..."

"Yeah, yeah," Film murmured, almost to herself, not even pretending to look away as she pressed her lips against the inside of the nerd’s thigh. "You already said that. You're so fucking cute, I'm going insane."

She leaned back slightly, licking her lips.

"You said you weren't used to this," she whispered, eyes dragging up the length of Namtan's cock, "but I think I like watching you panic. Especially when you're hard like this."

Her fingers wrapped around the shaft again, stroking deliberately now. Namtan whimpered, biting her lip so hard she thought she might draw blood.

"It’s so… long," Film added casually, thumbing over the tip again, "and it's thick as fuck. Look at this. Look at these veins. Look at this curve."

Namtan made a broken noise. Her hips jerked slightly forward. "Th-that's just natural. I didn't... ah... do anything."

God, Film wanted to eat her alive. Her smirk softened into something hungrier as she leaned in, close enough that her breath spilled warm over the flushed head.

"You didn't have to," she whispered. "It's literally perfect."

And then, because her own curiosity and need were choking her, her tongue flicked out. She licked a long stripe up the underside, slow and reverent, all the way from the base to the crown. Namtan's whole body reacted, a raw gasp tearing from her chest as her knees nearly gave out.

Film groaned. "God, you even taste clean."

"I-I wash twice a day," Namtan blurted out, glasses slipping halfway down her nose. Her voice came out desperate, almost strained. "Morning and night with warm water and gentle soap. N-nothing too harsh."

Film lifted her head just enough to look at her, lips brushing the side of her cock. Her chest shook with a small laugh. "You're seriously giving me a hygiene lecture right now?"

"I-I'm sorry! I just—"

"Don't apologize," Film cut her off, grinning as she tightened her grip, thumb pressing into the base. "It's hot. You're a nerd with a hung cock. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Namtan made a strangled noise and slapped a hand over her face. Her other hand hovered close to Film's shoulder, fingers twitching like she couldn't decide whether to yank her closer or beg her to stop.

"I'm gonna pass out," she whispered, muffled behind her palm.

Film pressed a kiss against her cock, her smile curling against the flushed skin. "No, no, you're not gonna pass out. You're gonna cum first."

And then she opened her mouth.

Namtan barely had time to process the sight. Film's lips parting, stretching around the swollen head— before the warmth of her mouth wrapped around it. Slick, wet heat closed in fast, the suction immediate and merciless. The sound that ripped out of Namtan's chest didn't even sound human. She doubled over, glasses sliding further down her nose, hand shooting to Film's hair like she needed something to hold onto before she broke apart completely.

A moan vibrated through Film's throat, her tongue swirling in slow, greedy circles, spit already dripping down her shaft and soaking her hand where she gripped the base.

Namtan forced her eyes open and looked down—just to make sure this was real, that this wasn't some fever dream her brain had cooked up.

Film was kneeling in front of her, cheeks flushed pink, pretty mouth stuffed full of her cock. Her lips were stretched wide, shiny with spit, her jaw tight as she worked deeper. The sight alone made Namtan dizzy, like she couldn't get enough oxygen. Her whole body shook, red creeping up her throat to her ears, her hands trembling helplessly in Film's hair.

The nerd looked so close to crying, and the sight made Film's pulse throb between her legs.

"Y-you're... really doing it," Namtan gasped, her voice breaking as she watched her cock slide deeper into the older's pretty mouth. "O-oh my god—"

The room was too hot now, the air thick and heavy. Every slick sound echoed, obscene and wet, bouncing off the walls and filling Namtan's chest with unbearable tension.

Film finally pulled back, lips slipping off with a wet pop. A strand of spit clung between her lips and Namtan's tip before breaking and dripping down her chin. She looked up, breathless but smug, her swollen lips curved into that dangerous little smile that made Namtan's stomach twist.

"I told you," Film said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes locked on Namtan's dazed, red face. "I want this."

Namtan's chest heaved, words caught in her throat, but Film didn't give her the chance to answer. She leaned forward again, licking her lips as if she couldn't wait for another taste.

This time, she took her time with it. 

Her lips stretched around the head, tongue flat and heavy under the thick shaft. She eased down gradually, eyes fluttering shut as she fed Namtan into her mouth inch by inch. She moaned low in her throat, and the sound sent vibrations humming straight through Namtan's body. It didn't sound like an act, didn't sound like she was doing it just for Namtan. It was needy, like she was enjoying it far too much herself.

The tremor in Namtan's hand as it threaded through Film's hair only pushed her deeper. She could hear the cracks in her voice, the desperate way her breath caught.

"S-shit," Namtan gasped, the word tumbling out more like a prayer than a curse.

The warmth of it, the suction, the way Film's cheeks hollowed as she started to bob—it was too much. Namtan's cock twitched in her mouth, helplessly stiff, the thick head already leaking against her tongue.

Film moaned around her. Spit started sliding down her chin. She wasn't being neat anymore. Her mouth moved hungrily, tongue dragging and swirling every time she pulled back, lips wet and puffy from the stretch. The gluck-gluck sound was loud and filthy, echoing in the quiet room as she sucked her off with no shame. And when she pulled off with a gasp... a long, shining string of spit connected her lips to the tip of Namtan's cock.

She laughed breathlessly, voice husky. "Oh my god," she whispered, dazed and almost drunk on it. "You taste so fucking good."

Namtan's body was trembling, her chest rising and falling like she couldn't catch up with herself. Her thighs shook where Film was holding her steady. 

"I-I can't," she gasped. "F-Film."

"Yes, you can," Film said sweetly, licking the underside again, eyes flicking up. "You're doing so good, baby. Just stay still."

She gripped the base with both hands again and took her back into her mouth. All of her. Or at least as much as she could handle.

Namtan's head dropped back with a groan.

Film moaned again, louder this time, intentionally, sending vibrations up the nerd's cock. The sound she got back in return made Film's core tighten. She bobbed faster now, tongue working in messy, wet swirls. Her jaw moved lewdly, mouth stretched wide, and her spit everywhere. Down her chin, down Namtan's cock, pooling in her hand and dripping down her wrist.

Namtan looked down again and nearly passed out.

The sight was obscene.

Film looked wrecked. Pretty lips flushed and shiny, cheeks hollowed, eyes rolled back and glassy. Drool covered her chin, sliding messily down her neck. Her hands were slick, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth, and every time she moaned around her cock, Namtan made a sound like she was dying.

Well... she was dying.

"I can't... ha, I-I can't. F-Film… ah—"

Film pulled off again with a gasp, panting hard, spit clinging to her mouth.

"You're so sensitive," she laughed, wiping her chin. "You look like you're about to cry."

Namtan's voice was ruined. "Y-you're... god, you're filthy..."

"And you're gorgeous," Film said, squeezing the base again, rubbing the tip with her palm. "So thick. So clean. I want this cock all the time, you know that?"

Namtan's hips twitched. She hissed through her teeth. "Mngh—"

Film giggled and leaned in again, letting her tongue drag across the tip. "I could live with this in my mouth," she whispered.

She licked her way down the shaft, following a vein with the tip of her tongue, until she reached the base. Her tongue flicked lower... and lower... until Namtan's knees buckled.

"I could get addicted to this," Film whispered, hot against her skin. "To you."

Namtan whimpered again. Her hands were shaking. "I've never. N-no one's ever—ha… do this…"

Film smiled. "Good," she gripped both thighs now, holding Namtan steady, and sucked her back in.

Namtan let out a full-body moan.

Film worked faster this time, messy and wet, the sounds almost obscene. She moaned deliberately, louder than before. She spit on her cock and used her tongue like it was made for this. Licking, stroking and swirling, turning the nerd's cock into nothing but a toy in her mouth. 

Her hands moved in rhythm with her lips, everything slippery now, so dirty it made Film's chest burn with a wild satisfaction. She wanted to see how far Namtan could go before she broke.

"Film, Film," Namtan panted, hips rocking helplessly, fighting not to thrust too deep. Her voice cracked, strained, and desperate. "I-I'm gonna... fuck, if you keep... ah—"

Film pulled off just long enough to pant, "You can cum. I want you to."

Namtan nearly screamed.

Film kissed the tip before sinking down again, taking her deep, moaning around the cock in her throat until Namtan's eyes rolled back.

"F-fuck, fuck, fuck," Namtan gasped, her voice ragged. "Film—ha, fuck, fuck, I’m cuming—" 

Her whole body snapped. She came so hard it shook her, groaning deep, her cock pulsing thick and hot against Film's mouth.

Film stayed there, swallowing everything, not moving an inch, not giving her a chance to escape the intensity of it. Her throat opened, her lips sealed tight, and she just took it.

Namtan twitched, gasping and groaning, her fingers buried in Film's hair as the orgasm tore through her. She was so close to crying from how hard it hit.

Only when it finally eased did Film pull back, coughing softly, breath uneven. A streak of cum slid down her chin, and she grinned, bright and shameless, eyes shining.

"That was so hot."

Namtan blinked slowly, chest still rising and falling in uneven pants. Her whole body was flushed, trembling, too sensitive and too stunned to move. Her glasses had slipped halfway down her nose, and her mouth was slightly open. She couldn't even begin to process what had just happened.

Film, meanwhile, looked delighted.

"So... do you still wanna talk about shaving routines, or should we go again?" she wiped her mouth with her fingers and gave her the most satisfied smile.

Namtan just stared, half in awe, half in disbelief, like she didn't know if she was looking at an angel or the devil herself... except this one was gorgeous, teasing, and now very clearly obsessed with her cock.

"You okay up there, nerd?"

Namtan swallowed hard, still trying to recover, her voice faint and cracked. "W-why..."

Film tilted her head, still kneeling in front of her, her chin slick with drool and cum. "Hm?"

Namtan's face went scarlet. She turned away, fingers twitching against the desk, and mumbled, almost too soft to hear, "Why are you doing this to me...?"

Film blinked. For a second, she just stared at the nerd, then a grin stretched across her lips. "Oh my god," she gasped, hand flying to her chest as if she'd been personally wounded. "Did you really just say that like I ruined your life?"

Namtan whimpered. "I-I didn't mean it like that..."

Film pushed herself up slowly, brushing off her knees as she stood. Her eyes dragged over Namtan from head to toe, and she couldn't stop the dangerous little smile that tugged at her mouth.

Namtan looked ruined. Hair a mess, lips swollen from biting, chest rising and falling too quickly. Her hoodie was all rumpled, her legs still trembling, her knuckles white from gripping the edge of the desk like her life depended on it.

And her face.... her face was so red.

Film leaned in, grinning. "I'm doing it," she murmured, "because your cock is so fucking pretty."

Namtan practically whined. "...Film, stop."

But Film didn't stop. Of course she didn't.

"I mean it," she went on, completely serious now. "It's so nice. So clean. Thick, but not scary thick. Just perfect. And veiny, like come on, do you even know what you're working with?"

The nerd covered her face instantly, groaning into her palms. "Why are you saying this out loud?"

"Because it's true!" Film shot back without hesitation. "And don't even get me started on how clean you are. You shave so well too. I swear I've never seen anyone this tidy down there. Not a single hair. Even your balls are spotless, Namtan."

Namtan squeaked. "Stop. P-please don't say balls while looking me in the eye."

"I'm serious!" Film stated. "They're round and smooth and soft and bouncy, and they don't smell weird."

"Stop, oh god." Namtan's voice was muffled behind both palms, her ears burning red, every inch of her screaming how embarrassed she was. She peeked out from her hands just long enough to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose before muttering, "I told you. I shave every week. I use a new blade with warm water, and I have a special foam."

Film stared at her for a second and then burst out laughing. "Oh my god, you're really such a nerd."

Namtan peeked again, flustered. "I just think it's basic hygiene..."

"I know, I know," Film teased, still giggling. "But you were literally standing there with your huge cock explaining your whole routine. Twice. You even adjusted your glasses while talking. Do you even realize how cute that is?"

Namtan groaned, dragging her hands down her face. "This is humiliating."

"Nope," Film said lightly as she stepped closer.

Namtan glanced up at the older girl, still trying to process what just happened, her heart beating too fast.

"It's adorable," Film whispered, lifting one hand.

Before Namtan could react, Film reached up and gently slid Namtan's crooked glasses off her face.

"Wha—" Namtan blinked in surprise.

Film slipped the glasses onto her own face, unable to resist. She blinked slowly then grinned at Namtan. "Well? Do I look smart now?" she teased, peering over the rims.

Namtan's ears turned red. She stared at her helplessly with wide-eyed, words stuck in her throat. "You..." she croaked. "You look..."

"Hot?" Film offered, stepping in even closer, now chest-to-chest.

Namtan, poor thing, nodded without even realizing it. Film could see the way her throat bobbed nervously, how her lips stayed parted like she'd forgotten how to breathe. 

It was so easy. Too easy.

"Thought so," Film giggled, adjusting the glasses playfully on her nose. "These are cute. You should wear them more often. Especially when I'm on my knees."

Namtan instantly turned her head, refusing to meet Film's eyes, staring at anything else in the room.

"You're so red," Film teased, leaning in to peek at her through the lenses. She adored the way Namtan's blush spread all the way down her neck. "It's cute. You blush like crazy."

Film wasn’t blind—the nerd looked like she was about to faint from all the flirting she was throwing at her.

"I-I..." Namtan stuttered. "I don't know what to say."

That was Film's chance. She leaned forward, close enough for her breath to ghost against Namtan's ear. "Say you'll eat me out."

It was cruel, maybe, but god, Film loved the way Namtan froze like her brain had just flatlined.

The nerd turned toward Film, disbelief written all over her face. "W-what?"

Film looked down at her, glasses slipping slightly down her nose, lips swollen and cheeks flushed from earlier. She looked adorable and... sinful at the same time. 

"Can you eat me out?" she asked sweetly, almost innocent. Then she pushed it further, lowering her voice. "Please?"

"I... what?" Namtan whispered.

Film's pout was almost automatic. "I'm soaked," she admitted, voice soft but shameless. "Sucking you off made me so wet. I'm dripping, Namtan."

Namtan felt her whole body burn. She wanted to say something, anything, but her mind was blank. She'd never done it before. What if she was terrible at it? What if Film hated it? The thought made her panic, yet at the same time, the need to make Film feel good was overwhelming. 

She wanted it. Craved it.

"Y-you... but I've never," she stammered, face burning. "I don't want to mess this up..."

Film leaned in again, voice like silk. "You won't."

Before Namtan could argue, Film reached down for her hand. It was still trembling at her side, fingers twitching nervously. Slowly, she guided it under her skirt.

"Feel that?"

The moment Namtan's fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties, she gasped like she'd touched something dangerous. Film felt a shiver run up her spine—because yes, she was that wet, embarrassingly wet, and she wanted Namtan to know it.

But Namtan yanked her hand back instantly, like she'd been burned. Her eyes were wide, chest heaving, and Film swore she looked like she might stop breathing altogether.

"I-I can't!"

Film giggled, tugging her forward by the collar of her hoodie. "You can," she teased. "I know you're good with your mouth, baby."

Namtan swallowed hard. Her mouth? On Film? She could barely breathe just touching her, and now... now she was supposed to...

Her voice cracked. "F-fine. Where...?"

"The couch." 

Film turned and began walking, hips swaying, the glasses crooked on her nose. She glanced back over her shoulder, that smug little smile tugging at her lips. "Come here, baby."

Namtan followed, helpless, every step feeling like it was guided by Film's voice alone. Her heart hammered, her mind short-circuiting with every sway of Film's hips. 

By the time they reached the couch, Namtan felt like her heart might break through her ribs. Film gave her a playful push, gentle enough to make her stumble back, until she sank onto the edge of the cushion. Namtan sat there stiff and lost, hands gripping her knees. Her face hot to the tips of her ears as eyes darting nervously.

Then Film slipped between her thighs, leaning in close, and Namtan thought her soul might actually leave her body.

"Relax," Film murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from Namtan's face. "You look like you're about to take a math test."

"I-I might prefer that," Namtan whispered back.

Film laughed, soft and amused, then leaned down to press her lips to Namtan's. The kiss was warm, coaxing, almost playful, and it left Namtan melting instantly. Her fingers twitched against the cushion, desperate for something to hold. When Film finally pulled away, her lips brushed against Namtan's ear.

"You're gonna do great," she whispered. "I want you so bad, Namtan."

Namtan's breath caught.

Film stepped back, her hands already sliding under her skirt. She watched as Namtan's eyes followed helplessly as her thumbs hooked into her panties, tugging them down without a hint of shame, right in front of her.

Namtan's eyes widened as honey perfect thighs were revealed... then the slick, glistening mess between them. Her throat bobbed in a swallow.

"Oh..."

Film stepped out of the panties and, with a little smirk, tossed them onto Namtan's lap like some kind of prize.

"See?" she said sweetly. "Told you I'm soaked."

Namtan stared at the panties like she couldn't look away.

Then Film climbed onto her lap, straddling her knees. "Now lie down for me, nerd."

"I... w-what?" Namtan stammered, her cheeks heating.

Film couldn't help the smirk tugging at her lips when Namtan stammered, cheeks turning pink. She loved how easily the nerdy girl flustered. It made Film bolder, more reckless with the words spilling out of her mouth.

"You heard me," she teased, her voice dropping low just to watch Namtan squirm. "Head back on the couch. Let me sit on your face."

Namtan turned bright red. "W-wait, I thought... I thought I was supposed to..."

"You are," Film said. "But I want to ride your face."

Namtan froze. Her brain didn't know what to do, how to think. Her heart started hammering in her chest as Film leaned closer. She let herself be gently pushed back, arms awkward at her sides, legs stiff. The couch felt soft beneath her, but all she could think about was the heat building in her stomach, the flutter in her chest. Her glasses were off, and her eyes looked up at Film, wide and helpless. Film climbed over her with such ease it made her dizzy. 

Film tugged her skirt up around her waist, revealing the sticky wetness of her thighs and the flushed folds glistening between them. She shifted higher, and the thought that Namtan was watching every move made her pulse race. Her thighs brushed against Namtan's shoulders, and she felt her own wetness cling to her skin as she spread herself open.

And then slowly, she sank down, right over Namtan's mouth.

The first contact made her gasp, a sharp breath that left her shaky. Namtan's lips were warm, softer than she expected, and the hesitant flick of her tongue nearly undid her right there. Film's fingers curled into the back of the couch as her body trembled.

Namtan gasped. She can feel how warm, wet, and impossibly soft Film's pussy was. The heat pressed against her lips, and her hands flew to Film's thighs, gripping instinctively.

Film exhaled, a shivering moan escaping her. "God, your mouth... Namtan..."

Namtan whimpered softly beneath her, overwhelmed and trying to figure out what to do. She tried to stay gentle, tongue shyly licking through the slick heat, lips hesitant. 

Film could feel her trying to figure it out. But even the clumsy strokes of her tongue made Film's thighs tighten around her head.

"Slow," she whispered, her hips moving without thought, guiding Namtan into a rhythm. "Just like that, baby. You're doing so good."

The praise made Namtan flush even more. Every whine and shiver from Film above her made her want to do more, to be better.

Film could feel Namtan's mouth working harder now, tongue slipping deeper, exploring her wet folds. Each eager attempt made Film shudder, her body reacting before she could think. Her head tipped back, a low moan spilling out of her as pleasure rolled through her body.

"F-fuck... nerd," she gasped, fingers tangling in Namtan's hair. "You're so good—mngh... at this already. How..."

Her thighs were trembling, heat curling in her stomach so fast it scared her. She could barely hold herself upright, and the sight beneath her made it worse—Namtan's flushed face, her doe eyes, the way she whimpered into her like she was nervous but still kept going. Every shy lick and kiss sent another rush of fire up Film's spine.

The broad drag of Namtan's tongue made her jolt. Then it circled her clit, slow and careful, and Film shuddered hard, grabbing the back of the couch for balance.

"Oh my god," she moaned, breath catching, "Fuck, r-right there..."

Namtan's hands tightened on Film's thighs.

Film started moving without her even thinking about it, grinding down clumsily against Namtan's mouth. Her breath kept coming faster, breaking into whines and little cries every time Namtan got it right. 

She looked down, her chest heaving, and the sight nearly undid her. Namtan's lips was smeared with her slick, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open against Film's pussy. She licked up all the slick dripping onto her chin and cheeks, making a soft, overwhelmed sound as she tried to keep up.

"Y-you're so cute," Film moaned, voice trembling. "Eating me out with your—hng... glasses off. I'm gonna ruin... ahh—your face, baby."

The sound Namtan made in response vibrated through her, a desperate little whimper muffled against her. She kept moving, tongue shy but eager, clumsy but determined, like she wanted to give Film everything.

Film leaned forward, knuckles white on the couch as her hips ground harder. The pressure built fast, faster than she expected, her thighs trembling around Namtan's head.

"F-fuck, Namtan. Yes, yes, yes..." she gasped.

Then it happened. Namtan's mouth closed around her clit, sucking gently, and Film cried out, raw and broken. She rocked forward hard, thighs trembling.

"Oh my—fuck.... aahh—baby!"

Namtan moaned into her, desperate and messy and too shy to even stop now.

Film's hips snapped forward, rocking into Namtan's face with no rhythm, no grace, just pure need. Her whole body was shaking, sweat gathering at her temples, her stomach twisting tighter and tighter.

"Don't stop. I'm c-coming—" she begged, her voice cracking. "N-Namtan. Oh my god, please, please— hng, don't stop, don't stop,"

Film could feel it, the way her orgasm was going to crash over her. Namtan's tongue kept working, her grip on Film's thighs steady, holding her in place.

And then Film did. She screamed, voice tearing through the quiet room, her thighs clamping tight around Namtan's head as her body convulsed. Pleasure ripped through her, hot and overwhelming, leaving her sobbing into the cushions as she came hard right on Namtan's face.

Her body slumped against the couch, chest heaving. She barely noticed Namtan still licking softly beneath her, still kissing through the mess. Sticky warmth clung to her lips, her cheeks, her chin. Film's hand tightened helplessly in her hair, not to push her away but to keep her there, too overwhelmed to let go.

Her breath came out ragged, her whole body limp. She didn't even have the strength to lift herself off.

After a moment, Film lifted herself up, her slick folds sliding off Namtan's face. She moved down, settling on Namtan's stomach, hips trembling and hands braced on either side for support. Her pussy glistened and throbbed, still sensitive from the release.

Her strength gave out, and she collapsed forward, burying her face against Namtan's shoulder.

Suddenly, the room was quiet.

All Film could hear was the sound of her own breathing, uneven and shaky, brushing against Namtan's neck. Her thighs quivered where they rested on either side of her lap, and she let herself sink down, slumped over Namtan like she had no bones left in her body.

The air smelled like sex—sticky, humid, and thick with the scent of arousal.

Namtan still hadn't moved. Her mouth was wet. Her cheeks were wet. Everything was wet. She blinked up at the ceiling, completely dazed, unsure if she was alive or hallucinating in the afterlife.

Film sighed dreamily into her shoulder. "That was so good..."

Namtan made a soft, stunned noise.

Film slowly sat up in Namtan's lap, pushing her damp hair back. Her thighs were still spread on either side of Namtan's waist, her skirt pushed up high. She looked flushed and satisfied and smug as hell. And through it all, somehow, impossibly, Namtan's glasses were still perched crookedly on her nose, slipping slightly but refusing to fall.

Namtan, on the other hand, looked like she'd just been hit by a truck.

Film tilted her head, grinning. "You good down there?"

Namtan blinked slowly. "I... think so."

That answer only made Film giggle. She reached down and cupped Namtan's cheek, smearing a bit of her own slick across her face with her thumb, watching the way Namtan flushed deeper. "You look so wrecked. My cute nerd."

Namtan tried to pull herself together, clearing her throat, shoulders stiffening as if she wanted to sit up straighter. But Film wasn't going anywhere. She shifted in her lap, leaned down, and kissed her—wet, slow, and full of lazy hunger.

Namtan kissed her back, soft and shy, fingers twitching on Film's bare thighs. Film felt her whole body tense again, and then she noticed it. The press of Namtan's cock beneath her, hard and hot, sliding against her folds where her slick had already soaked through.

"Mhm," Film hummed as she rolled her hips a little, dragging herself over it.

Namtan gasped, fingers digging into her thighs.

Film smiled. Then pulled back slightly and asked casually, "Do you have a condom?"

Namtan blinked. Her entire face turned red. "I... uh… what?"

Film blinked back, all innocence. "Condom, baby. You got one?"

Namtan flailed. "N-no, I mean, I don't... uh—I don't have one..."

Film raised a brow, clearly amused. "You don't have any?"

Namtan looked away, mortified. "No," she whispered. "I don't... I've never had a reason to keep them..."

Film laughed. She actually snorted, doubling over a little with amusement. "Oh my god, you really thought no one wanted to fuck you?"

Namtan looked like she wanted to crawl into the couch cushions and die. "I... well, I didn't think that. I mean, I'm not like... hot."

Film stopped, staring at her. Did this girl just say she wasn't hot?

"Excuse me?" Film sat up straighter, staring down at her. "You're literally the hottest person I've ever met."

Namtan blinked, lips parting. "Me?"

"Yes, you, dumbass," Film said, half-exasperated, half-laughing. "You're so hot. You're literally gorgeous, smart, polite, and hung like a pornstar. And you still think you're not the type to get laid?"

The disbelief on Namtan's face almost made Film want to shake her. Or kiss her stupid. Maybe both.

"I mean—I wasn't getting laid!" Namtan protested weakly.

"Because you didn't try," Film grinned, cupping her face. "Namtan, I had to hunt you. I stalked you online. I brought you coffee. I dropped hints for weeks. And you just sat there like I was asking for tutoring."

"I didn't want to assume!"

Film giggled, she found the nerd adorable. "So, you're telling me," she said, trailing one finger down Namtan's cheek, "you've been walking around with a cock like that and no intention of using it?"

Namtan's hands tightened on her thighs. "I'm not! I-I didn't. I never planned..." she buried her face in her hands with a groan. "Oh my god."

Film softened immediately, her laughter fading into fondness. She leaned in and kissed Namtan's temple, brushing her messy hair back. "I'm not judging," she murmured. "It's kind of hot."

Namtan peeked at her through her fingers. "How...?"

Film shrugged. "You're a hot nerd with a big cock who doesn't even realize how hot she is. What's not sexy about that?"

Namtan whimpered softly behind her palms. "I didn't even know I'd end up in this position."

"You didn't think the girl who followed you around for weeks and sucked your soul out through your cock would sit on it next?" Film teased, scooting her hips forward deliberately. "I'm a little offended, actually."

Namtan groaned again. "I wasn't expecting this..."

Film giggled again and kissed her nose. "God, you're so cute."

Then she straightened up slightly, hands resting on Namtan's shoulders. "Well, good news," she said. "I'm on the pill."

Namtan stiffened. "You're... wait, what?"

Film smiled sweetly, tilting her head just enough to brush her hair back. "I'm clean. Tested last month. And I'm on the pill. You don't have to worry."

"I... I don't know what to do," Namtan admitted.

Film tilted her head, lips curving. "You don't?"

Namtan shook her head slowly, her face burning red. "I've never... not like this. I'm scared I'll hurt you, or mess it up."

Film grinned wider. "I'll guide you."

Namtan's eyes widened. "You will?"

"Of course," Film whispered, brushing her nose against Namtan's. "Now, take your hoodie off."

"...Huh?"

Film tilted her head. "You heard me. Hoodie. Off."

Namtan swallowed and nodded, fingers fumbling as she pulled the hoodie up and over her head. Her hair was a mess, cheeks fully red, and her chest rose and fell fast under the soft stretch of her tank top. She barely had time to breathe before Film shifted again, letting the slick heat of her folds glide over her cock trapped between them.

"I want you inside me, Namtan," Film murmured, voice low and breathy. "I've been wanting this since I heard that rumor."

Namtan whimpered softly. "You're serious."

"I'm so serious," Film said, rolling her hips again. "I want that thick, clean, nerd cock inside me."

Namtan gasped. "F-Film."

"You're gonna make me feel so full," Film purred. "I want you to fuck me until I'm drooling. Don't worry about doing it right. Just let me ride it. I'll make it feel good for both of us."

Namtan's hands trembled where they gripped Film's thighs. "I... I don't know how long I'll last..."

Film smiled like that was the answer she wanted. "You won't need to last," she said. "Just fuck me. Fill me up. I'll take care of the rest."

Namtan stared at her like she was a miracle and a nightmare rolled into one.

Film reached between their bodies and slowly wrapped her fingers around Namtan's cock again.

It was heavy. Hot and rock-hard from everything they'd done.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she dragged the tip through her folds. "See? I'm ready," she whispered, voice trembling just a little. "You made me this wet."

Namtan made a breathless, strangled noise.

"Now let me feel it," Film murmured. She leaned in for one more kiss, soft and lingering, before whispering right into Namtan's ear, "Give it to me, baby."

Her hands cupped Namtan's flushed face, holding her close. Then she shifted her hips, guiding herself lower.

Namtan froze when she felt it—the soft, warm press of Film's pussy against her cock, already leaking and twitching. She gasped, hands flying to Film's waist without thinking.

"Ngh—F-Film," her voice cracked.

"Shhh," Film whispered, biting her lip as she slowly started to sink down. "You're so big..."

Namtan's head fell back against the couch, jaw tight, breath hitching. The warmth, the wet pressure, the stretch of Film's pussy around her made her toes curl and eyes roll back. She couldn't stop the shudder that ran through her.

On top of her, Film winced, her brows drawn as she sank down carefully. Every slow drop of her hips made her gasp. Namtan was thick, too thick, and the stretch burned even as it sent sharp pleasure up her spine. Her thighs trembled with the effort to take it, her hands pressed hard against Namtan's shoulders for balance.

The heat between them pulsed, every movement electric. 

Namtan's cock throbbed, slick and leaking, filling her senses, while Film's pussy clenched around her, delicious and overwhelming. Each slow push made them both groan, caught between pleasure and the sweet burn of stretching.

"Fuck..." Film breathed, almost laughing under her breath. "I can feel everything..."

Namtan gasped, voice high, "F-Film, haaa... wait, w-wait..."

But Film only shushed her, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against her lips, her hips trembling as she pushed herself down further.

Namtan whimpered, gripping her waist, desperate and overwhelmed. "I-It's too much—ha, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"No," Film whispered. "It's perfect."

She slid further, hips rocking gently, and Namtan's nails dug into her skin. Her cock twitched, every inch sinking into Film slowly, so slowly that Namtan could feel every clench, every flutter.

Film's breath hitched, soft and needy. Her legs shook as she pushed herself the last inch down. Then she sank fully, bottomed out, her thighs flushed against Namtan's.

"Ahhh—f-fuck," she gasped, holding onto Namtan tightly.

Namtan couldn't even catch her breath. Her eyes were wide, mouth open in a helpless whimper, her hands clinging to Film's waist like she was drowning.

"Mngh—F-Film, oh god, oh god..."

Film stayed still for a moment, chest heaving, her walls clenching around Namtan's cock so hard she whimpered again. "So full..." she whispered shakily, resting her forehead against Namtan's. "You're so fucking deep in me."

Namtan's eyes glazed, her whole body trembling under the weight of it. "It's... too tight..." she managed, voice breaking.

Film smiled faintly against her mouth and kissed her lips again, slow and filthy. "G-Good," she whispered. "That's what I wanted."

Namtan gasped, trembling under her. Her thighs were tight, stomach fluttering, sweat already starting to build at her hairline. She couldn't think. Her cock was throbbing inside Film, so deep she felt like she'd come just from the pressure.

Then Film rolled her hips once, just a little.

Namtan cried out, voice breaking.

Film grinned, breathless. "Sensitive?"

The nerd nodded helplessly, eyes wide.

"Too bad," Film whispered, and she rocked against her again.

Her hips moved carefully, slow and steady, but even that cautious rhythm sent sharp sparks of heat up Namtan's spine. The stretch was still overwhelming, full and tight, but the wet slide of Film's pussy made every movement easier, smoother, and unbearably good.

Film braced herself against Namtan's shoulders, fingers digging in just a little, holding her down. Her lips brushed against Namtan's ear as she started moving her hips again. Each slow roll of her hips made Namtan's cock sink deeper with a slick, wet sound that stole her breath.

"Y-you know," Film murmured, voice almost playful, "I didn't believe those rumors at first."

Namtan whimpered, cheeks burning even hotter.

"They said you were packing... b-big. But I thought," she smirked, "that was just some bullshit gossip." Her voice dropped to a whisper, full of wicked awe, "But now, I'm sitting on the biggest cock I've e-ever seen."

Film rocked her hips again, slower this time, savoring the way she could feel every inch drag inside her.

The slick warmth of Film's pussy wrapped around her cock like a velvet glove, making Namtan whimper, eyes fluttering shut.

Film's mouth brushed against her neck, her voice rough with pleasure. "So thick. So perfect. You're wrecking me, n-nerd."

The words made Namtan shake harder. Her hands dug into the couch, fingers trembling, body taut with desperate restraint. She looked ruined already—face flushed red, lips quivering, eyes wet with the effort of holding back.

"F-Film," she stuttered, voice breaking. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't think—"

Film kissed her shoulder, interrupting her with a slow, hot murmur. "Don't be sorry. You have no idea w-what you're doing to me."

She rolled her hips again, pressing Namtan deeper, then pulling back just enough to make her gasp. The tension built with every measured slide, every wet, careful drag.

Namtan's body shook. Her cock throbbed inside her, every nerve screaming with the sensation.

"F-Fuck," Film whispered, eyes half-lidded, "you're so d-deep. I can feel you sliding in me like you were made f-for this."

The words sent Namtan spiraling deeper into heat and shyness. Her whole body was trembling, and every time Film moved, it was a shock of raw, messy pleasure. Too much, but just right.

"God," Film moaned, her hands sliding down Namtan's neck to grip her closer tightly, "I'm gonna... ruin you."

Namtan's whimper turned into a desperate gasp as Film rode harder, but still slow enough to savor every inch, every slick glide.

"Y-you're so good," Namtan gasped, "s-so good at this..."

Film smiled against her skin, voice low and dirty. "C-come on. Fill me up, nerd."

That was what finally pushed Namtan over the edge. She sat up suddenly, arms circling Film's waist, clinging as if she couldn't bear it anymore. Her face pressed into the crook of Film's neck, trembling all over, her hips twitching despite her desperate effort to stay still.

She whimpered there, muffled against Film's skin, body shuddering with need. She was trying so hard to be careful, to hold on, but her body betrayed her, hips jerking up helplessly as if begging for more.

Thrusting up, slowly at first, then with a little more urgency, instinctively chasing the warmth wrapped around her.

"N-Namtan..." Film gasped, her breath catching as she felt it. The sudden strength in those movements, the way Namtan's cock pushed deeper, thick and twitching inside her—it made her grip Namtan's neck tighter. Her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth falling open as the sensation spread hot through her chest.

Then it happened. Namtan gasped into Film's neck, body tensing, chest heaving.

"A-ah," she gasped, breathless. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—Film!"

Her hips snapped up once more, sharp and deep, before she spilled her cum inside Film with a low, broken sound. The pleasure crashed through her too fast, too strong, stealing the strength from her arms until she clung desperately to Film, face buried in her neck, shaking with release.

Embarrassment burned through her almost immediately. She was trembling, still catching her breath. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered, voice cracking. Her face was burning so red she couldn't even lift her head. "I didn't mean to. I didn't think I'd come so fast..."

Film stayed seated in her lap, her body flushed and needy, still aching but she didn't stop. She just smiled, breathless, and kissed the side of Namtan's head softly. "It's okay. I don't care."

Her hips rolled forward again, deliberate, and Namtan jerked hard beneath her, overstimulated and twitching.

Film just kept moving. Her hands slid up to cradle Namtan's face, thumbs stroking her cheeks. "You feel so good. You're still so hard for me," she whispered, teasing but warm, "So don't worry. You can still help me."

Namtan swallowed, heart pounding. Her body was on fire, everything was too much, but Film's voice, Film's warmth and her closeness... it made her want to try. 

She nodded shakily, arms tightening around Film's waist. "I'll help," she whispered, "I want to help you."

Even with her body trembling, still throbbing from release, Namtan started to move. Thrusting up again, slow but steady at first, then faster as Film's moans got louder, needier. Each upward push made Film jolt and cling tighter, her arms around Namtan's neck now, breath hot against her cheek.

"J-just like that," Film gasped, "So good, Namtan. You're doing so—fuck... good, baby."

Namtan whimpered softly at the praise, face still buried in her shoulder, her hands holding Film close as she kept moving. Her body was so sensitive it felt like lightning with every thrust, but she didn't stop. She wanted to make Film come, even if her whole body was shaking.

"You're perfect," Film moaned, rolling her hips to meet Namtan's every move, "You're so d-deep—god, I can't believe… mngh—how deep you are."

Namtan groaned again, the sounds she made all breathless and shy, her jaw clenched.

Film kept riding. Her body was already so sensitive, her breath ragged but the deeper Namtan's thrusts became, the more she began to fall apart.

It wasn't even about the rhythm anymore.

It was about the way Namtan held her. Tight and secure. Both arms locked around Film's waist. Her face was still pressed into Film's shoulder, flushed and slick with sweat, whimpering quietly with every movement. 

Still overstimulated and shaking but thrusting up, again and again, just to help Film get there.

And Film was getting there.

"N-Namtan," Film gasped, hips rolling faster, chasing the high that was building deep in her belly. "Fuck, Namtan. You're so big... nghhh. So good—hnngg—"

Namtan groaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Film, I don't—fuck... I don't know if I can. It's too—haaa... it's too much..."

But she didn't stop. She kept thrusting up, matching Film's rhythm, even when her thighs trembled and her hips faltered. Even when her cock twitched too hard inside the wet folds of Film's pussy, still overly sensitive from the orgasm she just had.

Film leaned in close, resting her forehead against Namtan's. "You're doing so good, Namtan," she whispered, eyes hazy and half-lidded. "You're s-so good for me."

Namtan whimpered hard. She slammed up a little harder into Film's pussy with a soft grunt, cock pulsing again inside her. She buried her face in Film's neck, breathing so hard it felt like she might pass out.

Film cried out, back arching. Her hands tangled in Namtan's hair now, tugging gently as she rocked on the nerd's lap faster.

"Namtan, p-please... mmgh—just a little more," she moaned, "Almost... almost there."

Namtan whined into her skin, nodding. "Okay... okay," she breathed, breath trembling. "I'll get you there. I promise."

She used all the strength she had left. Her hips lifted, again and again. Hard, deep thrusts that made Film moan louder, her pussy walls clenching down with every drag of Namtan's cock.

The slide was easy now. Everything was wet, hot, soaked from how long they'd been at it. Film was a mess above her. Her back slick with sweat, hands trembling, and her mouth open in a near-constant stream of gasps and cries.

"G-god, Namtan," she whimpered, "Just like that. Fuck... N-Namtan, you're so d-deep. I-I can feel you in my stomach..."

Namtan cried softly at that, her face buried in Film's chest now.

Film's pace turned frantic. She was so close, so full, so overstimulated and wet it was impossible not to come. Especially not with Namtan underneath her, whimpering and panting like she was ready to sob from how much she wanted to please her.

Then her orgasm hit. Hard.

She came hard, moaning so loud it filled the room, her body jerking as the orgasm ripped through her. Her nails dug into Namtan's back, her thighs clamped down tight around Namtan's waist, and her pussy clenching tightly around the thick, still-pulsing cock inside her.

Namtan groaned out in shock, choking on her own breath as her hips bucked one more time.

And Film just kept shaking, kept gasping, riding it out on top of her. She slumped forward after a moment, arms still around Namtan's neck, chest heaving.

For a long second, all they could hear was the sound of breathing. Hot and fast. Sweat and skin sticking together.

"Holy shit," Film whispered, completely limp against Namtan's chest. "I think I just blacked out."

Namtan didn't move. She was trembling, overstimulated to the point of dizziness. Her cock was still inside Film, twitching softly. Her hands were still gripping her waist.

"...D-did I do okay?" she asked hoarsely, her voice barely audible. "Even after... I mean, even when I..."

Film lifted her head, barely able to keep her eyes open, and cupped Namtan's face gently. "You were perfect," she murmured, kissing her flushed cheek.

Namtan blushed so hard she had to look away, nose scrunching as she tried to hide.

But Film just kissed her again, slower this time. Sticky, sweaty, and exhausted, but completely content.

Namtan melted into her.

"Thank you," Film whispered, still catching her breath.

Namtan nodded shyly. "You're welcome..."

"Even though you came too fast?" Film teased softly.

Namtan groaned and covered her face with both hands. "Don't remind me."

Film giggled, wrapping her arms tighter around Namtan and whispering, "Don't worry. It was kind of hot."

Namtan whined and Film just smiled against her lips.

Then, Namtan shyly leaned in and kissed her. Her lips brushed gently against Film's, a quiet hum vibrating between them. Film sighed into it, content and melted, letting herself sink into Namtan's arms. Her body was still trembling from the orgasm, her limbs heavy and sore, but she tilted her head and kissed Namtan back with just as much gentleness, lips parted slightly with arms curling tighter around Namtan's neck.

The kiss deepened for a second, messy and warm, then slowly faded as Namtan pulled away with pink cheeks.

"You okay?" Namtan whispered.

Film hummed, nodding with a smile. "Very okay."

Namtan nodded, then hesitantly gave her one more gentle kiss before slowly shifting, carefully moving Film to the side so she could sit up fully. Her face was still flushed, and she looked completely overwhelmed, but her hands were already moving with purpose, fumbling as she tugged her hoodie back on over her head.

"Boxers... gotta grab my boxers." 

Her eyes then flicked down to the floor, landing on her boxers. She practically sprinted toward them, only for her foot to catch the edge of the rug. She stumbled, arms flailing wildly as she tried to regain her balance.

Film's lips twitched in reaction. She almost laughed at the sight of Namtan's panicked little dance, hands flying as she steadied herself. "Careful, idiot," she managed between breaths, trying not to laugh too hard.

Namtan froze for a second, cheeks heating further. Then, almost as if on instinct, she straightened, grabbed her boxers, and turned toward the bathroom. 

"I'll get something to clean you up," she muttered, voice small. "Stay there."

"Huh? Wait—"

But before Film could finish, Namtan was already gone, feet padding across the floor as she disappeared into the bathroom. The door squeaked open, followed by the sound of cabinets opening, running water, and a towel being flapped.

Film stared toward the bathroom, blinking slowly. "...She's so weird," she muttered.

A moment later, Namtan returned with a small towel in one hand. Her hair was messy, strands of hair sticking to her forehead, and her cheeks were still bright red. She crouched in front of Film again, unfolding the warm towel neatly on her lap.

"Can I…?" she asked, glancing up, hands hovering just above Film's thighs.

Film raised an eyebrow. "You sure you've never done this before?"

Namtan's face turned crimson. She stared at the cushion. "I just... I mean," she scratched the back of her neck. "I already told you I care about hygiene..."

Film tilted her head, waiting.

"And you're probably really uncomfortable right now," Namtan continued quickly, her voice getting smaller. "You're sticky and sore and your thighs are trembling a little, and I figured your back probably hurts too from... how long you were riding me, so... so I just did what I thought I should."

Her words came out in one breath. Then she shut her mouth tight and looked away.

Film stared at her. "So you just did what you think you should do?"

Namtan nodded sheepishly, reaching forward to start wiping gently at Film's thighs, her touch so soft and delicate it almost tickled.

"I just... thought it would be better," she mumbled. "You probably feel sticky, and I didn't want you to feel gross or uncomfortable... so I just—"

"You're so cute," Film interrupted.

Namtan blinked up at her, startled.

"Seriously," Film added, a teasing smile spreading across her lips. "You're sitting here cleaning me up and blushing so hard I can feel the heat coming off your face."

Namtan pouted slightly, ducking her head. "You don't have to tease me about it."

"Oh, I do," Film grinned, her eyes flicking around. 

She spotted Namtan's glasses lying on the floor behind them, probably flung off her face halfway through being bounced around earlier. She reached over, grabbed them and carefully slid them back onto Namtan's face.

"There," she said cheekily. "Now, you can see clearly what you're doing while you clean me up, nerd."

Namtan blinked through the lenses, and suddenly everything came into focus—so did Film. Her flushed cheeks, damp strands of hair stuck to her forehead, her lips still swollen from all the kissing. 

Namtan froze. Damn it.

She hadn't really seen Film properly during the sex, not with her glasses gone and her vision blurred into nothing but shapes and movement. She hadn't seen Film's face when she moaned, or the way her eyes had rolled back, or the exact shade of pink spreading across her skin.

But now... now she could see. And Film looked so pretty it almost knocked the air out of her.

Namtan's heart stuttered, towel faltering mid-motion as she just stared, glasses slightly crooked.

Film tilted her head, amused. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're even prettier than I thought."

Film blinked, caught off guard for a second. Then her lips curved into the smuggiest smile ever.

"Even prettier than you thought?" she repeated, drawing out the words, leaning down just a little so her face filled Namtan's vision. "Namtan, I was literally on top of you for an hour. You're only realizing this now?"

Namtan's ears burned. "I didn't... I couldn't see you before," she muttered, half defensive and half embarrassed. "You took my glasses, remember? So my vision was off the whole time. It was all just... blurry."

Film's jaw dropped. "So you mean to tell me," she said slowly, eyes narrowing in disbelief, "you went through the entire thing blind as a bat? You didn't see my face once?"

Namtan gave the tiniest, most guilty nod.

"Oh my god." Film threw a hand over her chest in mock shock. "And here I thought you were gazing at me all romantically the whole time, when really you were just winging it like some half-blind pervert?"

Namtan groaned. "You make it sound so stupid."

"It's not stupid," Film said, her tone softening, her grin easing into something warmer. She reached out, brushing her thumb against Namtan's cheek, tilting her chin up. "It's actually really sweet."

Namtan let out a tiny, embarrassed sound, somewhere between a whine and a sigh, and immediately ducked her head again. She couldn't even look Film in the eye.

Film giggled, then nudged the towel still hanging loosely from Namtan's hand. "Go on. Keep wiping me."

Namtan swallowed hard but obeyed, her hands moving again, slow and steady. She kept wiping, gently and thoroughly, making sure every bit of stickiness was gone. Her touch was light and careful. Not sexual at all. Just soft, cautious and gentle. She avoided eye contact the whole time though, lips pressed together in a tight, embarrassed line.

Film just watched her quietly. Her eyes trailing down the nerd's face. On her flushed cheeks and the way her lashes fluttered with concentration. She was so focused. Her fingers trembled a little, but she never paused, making sure Film was okay before thinking about herself.

Film felt something weird in her chest.

She watched the way Namtan's hand slowed when she was done, setting the towel aside carefully. Then she leaned back a little, looking up, clearly unsure what to do next. Her face and neck were still flushed. Her glasses were slightly crooked from how quickly Film had shoved them back on. But her eyes were soft, gentle and full of something Film couldn't quite name.

So, without thinking, she blurted out, "We should date."

"Huh…?"

"We should date," Film said again, her voice soft but very certain.

Namtan stared at her, stunned. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.

Film just tilted her head at her, smiling. "Because I think I really, really like you right now."

Namtan fidgeted, glancing down at her hands like she wasn't sure if she was dreaming. "Isn't... that weird?"

Film frowned. "What is?"

"I mean... you're popular. I'm... a nerd? You didn't even know me, like, few weeks ago."

Film laughed. "Okay, first of all? I don't care about that. At all."

Namtan blinked.

"Second of all," Film continued, tugging her closer by the front of her hoodie. "You blushed the entire time. It’s adorable. You cleaned me up. You know what aftercare is even though you said you've never done this, and you have the thickest cock I've ever seen, and now you're shy?"

Namtan stared at her, eyes pleading. "Please don't say all of that at once."

Film burst out laughing.

When Namtan tried to turn away, Film pulled her back, sliding her hand into Namtan's hair and tugging her close. Her smile softened. "I'm serious, Namtan. Date me."

Namtan swallowed hard. "Now?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

Film smirked. "Do you want me to beg?"

Namtan looked flustered beyond belief. "No! But—"

"No buts," Film cut in, gently pushing Namtan's glasses back up her nose. "I like you. And if you like me back... then we should date."

Namtan stared at her, still stunned.

Film leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to her nose. "I like you. I like how gentle you are. I like how shy you get. I just... like you."

Silence stretched. Namtan seemed frozen, her thoughts spinning too fast for words.

"You can say no, you know," Film murmured.

"I wasn't gonna say no," Namtan mumbled at last. "I was just... buffering."

Film broke into laughter again, tugging her into a hug. "God, you’re so cute."

Namtan slowly wrapped her arms around her waist, exhaling shakily. "I guess we're dating now…" she whispered.

"Damn right we are." Film whispered back.

Before Namtan could gather another thought, Film leaned in and kissed her. This one was slow and deep, certain in a way that made Namtan's whole body sigh against her. Film looped her arms around Namtan's neck, pulling her closer, while the nerd’s hands found her bare thighs again like it was instinct.

Film grinned to herself against the kiss, tasting Namtan's nervous little sighs like a victory. When they finally pulled apart, Namtan's face was red all the way to her ears. She looked dazed and glasses slightly crooked.

Film tapped her nose lightly. "Cute."

Namtan whined, burying her face against Film's shoulder to hide. "You're gonna be so annoying, aren't you?"

"Yup," Film said cheerfully, tightening her arms around her. "Better get used to it, girlfriend."

Namtan's heart flipped at the word. She didn't even try to fight the smile tugging at her lips.

"Yeah…" she whispered, holding her tighter. "Girlfriend."

The next day, in the campus restroom between lectures, Film was casually reapplying her lip gloss while Love stood beside her, scrolling through her phone.

Without even looking up from the mirror, Film said, "By the way, I'm dating Namtan now."

Love froze mid-scroll. Her finger paused in the air, her face blank for a second before she blinked and turned to Film. "Wait. What? That Namtan? Nerdy Namtan?" 

Film just smirked and popped her lips. "Mhm. The one you told me was secretly packing."

A beat of silence.

Love dropped her phone. "WHAT?"

"Yeah." Film shrugged, all nonchalant. "Turns out you weren't lying."

Love was flailing, wide-eyed and half-laughing in disbelief. "No. No way... You actually checked?!"

"I didn't just check, babe." Film grinned, fixing her hair. "I rode."

Love pulled a face, fanning her hand in mock disgust. "Ughhh, gross. Too much information. But... good for you, I guess."

Film just turned, winked, and walked out of the restroom with the kind of confidence strut that only came after a very good night.

And honestly... Love wasn't even that surprised. Film always had a soft spot for the quiet ones with cute puppy faces anyway.

As Film stepped out of the restroom, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder, her eyes immediately landed on a familiar figure across the hallway.

There she was. 

Namtan stood in front of her locker, one hand pushing her glasses up her nose while the other fumbled with a book she was trying to wedge between folders. And then she glanced up from her locker and spotted Film, her whole expression changed.

A shy smile bloomed across Namtan's face.

It made Film's heart do a little somersault.

She walked over, confidence in every step, even as students bustled past. Namtan straightened as Film approached, looking adorably unsure.

"H-Hi," Namtan mumbled, soft and nervous.

"Hi, baby," Film replied, grinning.

Without warning, she reached up and gently fixed Namtan's glasses, pushing them back into place with a little scrunch of her nose. "Always crooked," she murmured fondly.

Namtan blinked at her. "...Oh."

Before she could say more, Film leaned in and kissed her.

Right there in the hallway. No warning, no hesitation. Just a soft, warm press of lips. Namtan let out the tiniest sound, like she hadn't expected it at all, and Film felt the way her whole body tensed up before melting. Namtan kissed her back gently, a little awkward, but sweet. Her fingers curled shyly around Film's wrist, as if she didn't know where else to place them.

When they pulled apart, Namtan's cheeks were flushed all the way to her ears.

"Wanna walk me to class?" Film asked, smiling as if they hadn't just made a public declaration of affection ten seconds ago.

Namtan nodded immediately, voice still caught somewhere in her throat. "Y-yeah. Of course."

"Thanks, baby," Film said, turning to take her hand. Their fingers intertwined naturally, a little squeeze passing between them.

Namtan squeezed back, then tilted her head, glancing at the bag slung over Film's shoulder. "Give me your bag."

Film raised an eyebrow. "You wanna carry it?"

Namtan just looked at her like it was obvious. "Yeah. So your shoulder doesn't hurt."

That made Film stop in her tracks for a second, caught completely off guard by the simple sweetness of it. Then she handed it over with a little flutter in her chest. "You're so sweet, baby." she muttered, watching Namtan sling the bag over her shoulder.

Namtan just shrugged. "You're my girlfriend now, after all."

Film's heart flipped. Then she grabbed Namtan's hand again, intertwining their fingers tightly.

They walked down the hallway together, Film swinging their joined hands back and forth, grinning as Namtan’s ears grew redder with every step. Namtan glanced around, clearly aware of the people watching, but she kept walking beside Film, holding her hand firmly, shoulders hunched slightly as if she didn’t quite know what to do with all the attention.

Even so, she didn’t pull her hand away, and Film couldn’t stop grinning the whole way down the hallway.

Yeah. She’s definitely keeping this nerd.