She sat at her laptop, fingers hovering over the keys, trying to draft the summary for her latest fic. "No smut," she muttered to herself, the words tasting wrong on her tongue. The cursor blinked like it was mocking her. She had promised her readers something clean this time, a slow romance without the usual heat. But the moment she typed the first line, her mind drifted.
Her roommate walked in, towel slung low on his hips, skin still damp from the shower. "Still working on that no-smut story?" he asked, voice low and teasing. He knew her too well. She nodded, but her eyes tracked the water sliding down his chest, pooling at the edge of the towel.
"I can't figure out how to write that theres no smut on ao3," she said, half-laughing, half-breathless. The phrase felt ridiculous, but saying it out loud made her thighs press together under the desk.
He stepped closer, the towel slipping just enough to show the sharp line of his hip. "Maybe you need inspiration." His hand landed on her shoulder, warm and heavy, sliding down to cup her breast through her thin shirt. She gasped, the keyboard forgotten as his thumb circled her nipple until it peaked hard against the fabric.
She turned in her chair, facing him. "This isn't helping my plot." But her hands betrayed her, reaching up to tug the towel free. His cock sprang out, thick and already half-hard, the head flushed dark. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling it swell fully in her grip.
"Fuck the plot," he growled, pushing her laptop aside. He lifted her onto the desk, spreading her legs. Her shorts came off in one rough pull. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, tongue dragging hot and wet along her slit. She moaned, hips jerking as he licked deep, sucking her clit between his lips until her thighs trembled around his head.
She grabbed his hair, grinding against his mouth. "More," she demanded. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the desk. One thrust and he was inside her, stretching her open with one long, hard stroke. She cried out, pushing back to take every inch. He fucked her raw and steady, the slap of skin loud in the room, his balls smacking her with every thrust.
Her fingers clawed at the desk as he reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. The orgasm hit fast, her walls clenching around his cock, milking him. He didn't stop, pounding harder until he pulled out and came across her lower back in thick, hot ropes.
Panting, she looked back at him.
"Still think I can write no smut?"
He grinned, already hard again. "Not a chance."
