A Big Brain Student's Guide to a Fanfiction Site

Okay. Look. You know how it goes. And you should probably address the allegations.

But later.

"Are you ready?"

You're not sure what you're ready for. And not sure what you're supposed to be caring about yet. All you know is that you have your laptop open in front of your desk, and for some reason, Chaewon is very, very agitated.

"Babe, I don't even know what I'm getting ready for. And this is a little crazy, don't you think?"

"Just look at the damn site."

And yeah, you get it. It's meant to be something big. Some new site by someone you definitely don't hate for cross-posting fanfiction. And for some reason, you're late to the party. And for some unknown reason, Chaewon thinks that the best way for you to study is with your pants by your ankles and you bound to your chair in every way save a physical one.

"Jesus fucking christ it's bright."

"There's a dark mode," Chaewon says helpfully, wrapping her fist around your confused and soft shaft. You hiss as her grip tightens.

"Thank fuck for that. Save my poor eyes."

"I already helped you verify your account, and set up the basics. You know, favourite groups, favourite idols?"

"There's an option for that?" You say, before flinching when Chaewon lands a string of spit across your cock.

"Pretty cool, right?" Chaewon murmurs, and definitely not drooling all over you.

"Yeah. Not bad, I guess, for someone like her."

Chaewon clicks her tongue. "You have your cock in my hand and still you're being snappy."

"Babe, you just threw this on me. I was busy. You know how long it took me to finish that asshole's prompt? I haven't even had time for a snuggle yet before you've dragged me by the balls over here screaming about some world-ending monetisation and diabolical drop rates."

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Chaewon replies sarcastically, like your blood sweat and tears were worth nothing. Like your deranged mental state was worth nothing. She just licks a stripe up the side of your shaft like it's supposed to help, making you jump in your seat.

"The problem is you're late."

"To what?"

"Everything. And there's new content updates every day. And no damned tutorial. It's like that stupid Warpain game you're always ranting about. And just so you know, Jia already has a million photocards and the whole site is an oligopolistic economy."

"Photocards? And it's Warframe, the free-to-play revolutionary third-person shooter developed by Digital Extremes. And what's my hubby got to do-"

"Focus, babe, focus," Chaewon reminds you, popping your head between your lips.

Oh yeah, you're totally going to lock in for this. Easy work, right? Studying some new website with your girlfriend between your legs. You click through a couple buttons on the site hurriedly. "Chaewon, I don't even know how to use the line dividers yet. Or tag people. Or, hell, how to manipulate the font options! Could we not have made an AO3 account instead?"

"Do you want to use that site where unthinkable evil festers?"

You hold your breath, or Chaewon holds your cock real tight, or something.

"Okay," you wince as Chaewon starts pressing soft kisses on the skin where your base meets your balls, trying your best not to pop a vein in your head at just how unconducive this all is, "You know what, I roughly get it. Post-ah- a fic, bitch- fuck, this is impossibly distracting, Chaewon."

"No, you're just not putting your head to it," Chaewon replies, giving you a series of rapid jerks, your shaft now thoroughly lubed up.

"Right," you gulp, your fingers shaking, "So just follow the features, don't mess up the tags-"

"And pray for good luck," Chaewon murmurs, low enough that you don't hear it with how hard you're concentrating.

Chaewon gives you a minute for you to read the little features on the writing page, which, thank fuck, are mostly self-explanatory. And by give you a minute, you mean a minute where she can peaceful enjoy your cock lodged in her throat.

"Uh, babe?" you ask, and loud pop of vacuum-sealed lips lets you know she's listening. "The hell are flowers? And is that Jollibee?"

"In game currency. Rarities. Once a day. Random chance of turning into a bouquet. And don't talk about the bee."

"-Sorry?" you sputter, looking down at her in complete confusion.

"Don't think too much. Just remember the flowers. Send one to me every day when your cooldown finishes. If you're luck they duplicate, or something, and you send a bunch at once. They're ordered in rarity already, so you just need to look."

"It says I got one from a secret admirer."

"Fuck 'em."

You blink.

Chaewon tugs her bare-shoulder top off of her in a smooth motion, offering you a soft smile as she tosses her hair behind her and ties her hair into a simple ponytail with the scrunchie around her wrist. "You can send letters too, by the way. Tumblr asks."

"Glad to see that's still around."

Chaewon drops her white sports bra next, and your eyes fall from the screen naturally. "That is really not helping."

"Bullshit. I'm keeping the signals in your brain moving."

Oh she's sending signals alright. Grabbing your cock and going back to suck it some more, all while giving her shapely breasts some fresh air.

"So uh, what's this about pocas?"

Chaewon pauses just as her lips kiss the tip of your cock. Then she stands up, capturing your full attention.

"So we're just going to dive in," Chaewon murmurs, like you've just taken the red pill from the Matrix. You shudder, cock cold from the wind, or something. Chaewon reaches under her skirt and pulls her panties down.

"Woah woah woah-"

"You're going to need some serious concentration for this next part," Chaewon says, straddling your hips.

"Seriously, Chaewon, there's no way you expect me to focus when you're going to-"

Chaewon sinks down on your shaft in one smooth motion. You choke and nearly buck out of your chair.

"Christ!"