FanFic: Comparisons (Or 5 things Annie is better at than Britta)
Title: Comparisons (Or 5 things Annie is better at than Britta)
Author: ClassicFREAK
Rating: NC-17/M
Words: 2,975
Warning: Smutty McSmut Smut
Disclaimer: Dan Harmon you make me weep tears of joy.
Summary: Exactly as the title says
Author's Notes: I hope I didn't rip on Britta too bad, but ... yeah.Not sure if I actually like this but I've always wanted to write a 5 and 1 story, but that turned into this. Comments and Critisisms are always welcome.
She is amazing.
And he's not saying that because he had been 9 inches deep in her warmth not even 15 minutes before but because it’s the truth. Who else would allow him to use their body as his personal pleasure toy? Surely not Britta who kept moving her hips in uncomfortable positions so he could hit the areas she wanted him to. She was a very selfish lover, not even noticing when he didn't come.
Vocal
Having sex with Britta was like taking a math test on material you'd never learned. You couldn't ask for help or guidance because the teacher kept telling you to shut up. Sure, he doesn't need dirty talk to take him over the edge, but when the physical act doesn't exactly get you to the point of yelling your head off in pleasure it's always nice to have something extra. Britta was so full of herself during sex that her partner talking distracts her from her pleasure and half of the noises coming out of her mouth are hissed commands of silence.
"Shhh."
"Shuuu-ahhh-t up"
"Stop talking and pound harder."
**
Not that sex with Britta is terrible, but it doesn't hold a candle to the passion overload that is sex with Annie.
**
Sex with Annie is mind blowing with a little bit of earth shattering thrown in. She’s responsive to every touch, every caress and every pump of his hips. She is vocal to the point of pain. She begins quiet with her breathing coming faster and faster as he strokes up and down her slit slowly, then moans quietly as if afraid to annoy the neighbours she won't care about in a few minutes. She continues with shallow breathing while he focuses on the tiny bundle of nerves and throws in a couple of breathless mewls as he finds her slick entrance with 2 talented fingers. Her sighs and moans getting louder and louder as he adds a third and fourth finger, he thought she had been exaggerating when she was stunning everyone during dungeons and dragons but he now knew she was so detailed because it had been everything she liked. After only a few seconds of him pounding his fingers into her willing and open body she starts talking to herself out loud, describing the tingles he's causing throughout her body.
"Are my thighs on fire?"
"I can feel you all the way in my throat."
"OH GOD, RIGHT THERE."
Once he's finally had enough and slams his body into hers she moans loudly, loud enough to startle him out of his insane pace. He slows down until he's barely moving inside of her. This is the time she opens her eyes and looks directly into his soul before opening her mouth and demanding.
"Faster, harder, more."
As his pace speeds up, so does the frequency of her pants and the sound gets louder and louder. Soon the hollow sound of the headboard hitting the wall is drowned out by her moans and demands for more.
Annie sounds the best when in the throes of an orgasm, instead of the ultra-feminine purr you'd expect from the young woman she emits this animalistic growl of satisfaction that could wake the dead, but just threw Jeff into his own orgasm.
The theatrics definitely make the performance.
Kink
Jeff has always been a lover of the kink. Maybe not being peed on or anything that could mess with his body. He has worked way too hard on the rock hard abs to fuck it up now when his body is trying to sabotage it with what he will absolutely deny as old age. Britta is boring missionary position every time. One time he tried to do 'passion' and spontaneity but she shot him down almost immediately.
He caught up to Britta outside of her feminist studies class, took her arm and lead her down a secluded hallway where he shoved her up against the wall and pushed his erection into her stomach to show his desire for her. Instead of a hot make out session before a quickie in one of the janitor closets they frequented he got a lecture.
"Why do males think that women want to be abused? Or that shoving your erection at me will turn me into a puddle of desire. This is exactly why the women in ..."
He tuned out as soon as she got into the lecture on whatever the hell she was trying to defend or save or whatever. He tried to bring up an image of something disgusting to get rid of his boner so he could walk off without embarrassment, but his penis had other ideas. Instead of Coach in a skin tight leotard his mind brought up pictures of Annie trying to rip her clothes off and instead of stopping where the memory ended with Britta snapping them out of their argument, she continued to strip until she was in the skimpiest underwear his brain could remember. That in no way helped Jeff with his, to be honest, rather large problem.
**
After the first frenzied happy accident, Jeff started to see Annie differently. Not just because he knew her body carnally, but she'd started wearing actual starched white blouses with shirt tartan skirts in the classic schoolgirl fantasy. She even went as far as showing up at his apartment under the guise of helping him study for a test he had the coming week, something justifiable they could use if someone asked to steal some of Annie's time. And study he did, he studied the red lace of her barely there panties, and he could recite her anatomy from memory if asked, though how that's going to help him with his calculus grades he hasn't figured out yet.
What was even better than the schoolgirl outfit? Annie head to toe in leather, with high heeled boots high enough to have him looking up at her through his eyelashes. Not that it would have made a difference because he was on his knees with his hand tied behind his back and the gag tied tightly around his mouth keeps him from hiding his moans of excitement. She was holding a riding crop tightly in her right hand while her left hand was snaking down his back. She'd already hit him with the crop and he was straining against his leg, begging for attention. Dominatrix!Annie was one of his favorite personas.
Accident prone!Annie was kind of amazing too. They'll just be hanging out watching shitty reality TV when she drops her book on the floor
"Oopsies!" She would say before bending over at the waist, letting her short skirt ride high revealing her panty-free bottom and her slit already wet with her moisture.
"Oopsies!" She would say as the buttons on her shirt fall to the floor as she hooks her shirt on a door handle as she walks by, revealing her bra, or on some of his more lucky days, her lack thereof.
"Oopsies!" She would say as her skirt that's just slightly too big slips from her creamy hips to the floor leaving her bare to his eyes.
"Oopsies!" She would say as she slides herself onto his lap and grinds against his clothed hips.
"Ugh!" She groans as he slams her down on his angry cock, holding her hips tight to his for only a second before giving her the control over pressure and pace.
And people pity the accident prone.
Position
Britta was annoyingly prudish when it came to how they had sex. Sure the first time was on the study group table, and that was cowgirl, but the rest of the time it was missionary, including the times they fucked on Abed’s bed and the floor in the janitor’s closet. Britta was dead set against bending over, she said it would remind him of women throughout history cleaning up after rich white men, to which he replied he didn’t think about history when his penis was ruling his brain. She said she thought against the wall with the man supporting her would make her feel like she’d reversed female empowerment. Once, she allowed herself to ride him in the backseat of the Lexus, which was pretty awesome because that was one of the times he’d gotten off without aid, but she complained about it afterwards.
“I never knew how uncomfortable it is to bounce on your knees like that.”
“Why would you like the position? It’s not like you’re able to see anything that way.”
“The reverse cowgirl is a terrible position for pleasure.”
She’d just Britta’d the best sex they’d had together.
**
The Annie he knew in the bedroom, and every other place they’ve had sex, was not the same Annie the study group knew. Study group!Annie always sat stick straight in her chair with her cardigan buttoned to her throat, and though her skirts were shorter than expected, they never showed too much skin. The Annie he knew had told him to strip in a sexy strict voice. The Annie he knew loved trying new positions; reverse cowgirl being one of her favorites, she seemed to love being able to grab something in front of her to push herself harder into his hips. He liked that he was able to pull her hair and see her back arch like a satisfied cat.
Sure, she was just as studious in the bedroom as she was during class and study group.
“It would probably be better if we did this on a chair, my breasts would be closer to your face that way.”
“I really liked you pulling my hair, remember that.”
God, how was he supposed to think about homework when just being around her makes his member stiffen in anticipation?
Playing
Sex with Britta was never planned. They’d be walking down the hall and look into the other’s eyes and know they would see the other later. Sometimes there were calls placed at late hours where one called the other about being lonely and horny, always filled with BCI. It always worked and Jeff found himself driving home at an insane hour of the morning. How he always fell for it he didn’t know, but he figured he was a guy and sex was a good enough explanation for anything. Britta would get indignant whenever Jeff suggested anything beyond sex.
“You know what’d be hot? You in your stripper boots and panties next time you booty call me.”
“Jeff, you are so preoccupied with your own pleasure. That is all men ever care about, their own orgasms, they never …”
“Never mind.”
**
Anything Annie participated in was scheduled. Jeff was pretty sure that if you looked at her calendar there would be little annotations in cryptic writing on the days they’d had sex. It amused Jeff beyond words, the way she planned their sexual escapades.
“Jeff, do you think you’d like Nurse/Patient roleplay? Because I have the night off on Friday and I have a couple positions I’d like to try.”
“Annie, any situation in which I’m inside you, I’m all for. I’d be lying if I said I never thought of you in that way.”
“Jeff, that’s gross. And accurate.”
Of course, Annie was still a little shy about a few things.
“Jeff, I don’t want you to watch.”
“Annie, We’ve been having sex for 3 months, You practically live naked when you’re here, how is this embarrassing?”
“Because you’ve always been an active participant. This time you’ll be watching while a plastic tube with batteries is buzzing away … down there.”
“I told you You could just use your fingers, you’re the one who said you couldn’t get yourself off that way, though you’ve never had that problem with my fingers.”
Annie was desperate to please Jeff, because he always returned the favor sevenfold. She could allowed herself this little bit of embarrassment (and hopefully get an orgasm also, because this would be her first time with a toy) because she knew the immediate future would involve numerous orgasms by the hands, and talented appendage, of Jeff.
She turned the purple vibrator on the lowest setting and eyed the device, she had the barest idea of what to do with it, but how was that supposed to get Jeff off? She decided that pleasuring herself should be the main point, seeing as Jeff only gets to see. Wow, he really screwed himself in this situation.
She looks into the dark of the room towards the chair that was holding the man in question and stares in the direction of his eyes as she touches the vibrator to her chest. She shivers a little as she realizes that the vibrations are more intense then she thought, she runs the toy over and around her breasts before running it down her stomach towards her entrance. The first stroke was so intense, she bucked against her fingers while letting out a long, deep moan, before stroking herself again, adding a little pressure. Soon she lost herself in her own pleasure, forgetting the man in the corner who had released himself into his hand and was stroking his member in time with her growls of satisfaction. They achieved climax at the same time on opposite sides of the room, never touching.
Sometimes toys are a great substitute.
Emotions
Britta was a great fuck. She was a great fuck, but that’s all there was of their relationship. They slept with each other because they were horny and willing. There was no cuddling or kissing purely for the pleasure of kissing someone you liked. That was their fault. They had no stronger feelings for the other.
The problem with fucking friends is that after you’ve decided to stop fucking, there isn’t much to talk about. It’s not like you can ask them who they’ve been fucking lately. Either the answer is “No one.” which just makes you both think about the last time, or the answer is some other person’s name and you get angry because even though you were just fucking, you still deserve a mourning period. You could even get pissed off and tell her she is a whore with a penis addicted vagina.
Sure you weren’t in love but it still hurts to be replaced.
**
Sex with Annie was sex for the first 4 months. Jeff got tired of having to go pick her up when her shitty car broke down and she didn’t have money for the bus let alone money to fix a car that wasn’t worth the price of a tow truck.
He quickly got tired of driving to the shitty part of a shitty town just to kiss her whenever he felt like it, he urged her to move out of her shithole of an apartment and into his, with purely selfish reasons.
He hated waking up from a dirty dream where he was fucking Annie’s brains out while she played with herself, alone, and so he told her to sleep in his bed. She never again slept in her own bed; it was too far away from Jeff and wasn’t covered in 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.
He’d already convinced her to fuck him and only him. Yeah, you could call them boyfriend/girlfriend, because moving in together definitely crossed the fuck buddies boundaries. He hated putting that label on whatever the fuck they were doing, but if it made Annie happy and more confident he would do anything. Well, almost anything, he would never dress in a French maid costume and allow her to spank him.
At least not sober.
One time, just after Annie had come home from the library after a particularly long study session, Jeff couldn’t help himself and gave her a welcoming kiss. Annie was pleasantly surprised, as this had never happened before. Was he redefining their relationship yet again?
The kiss, as always, got heated until they were pushing at each other’s clothes wanting to be naked as fast as possible, craving skin on skin contact. Falling into walls and bashing each other’s bodies into doorjambs trying to get to the bedroom without losing contact, they finally made it as Annie’s knees hit the mattress and fell with Jeff following immediately after. They didn’t have to fool around with foreplay, both were ready for main event with no detour into any activity that would make them detach at the lips. Jeff threw his hand out toward the nightstand, and dug in the drawer for one of the tiny packages he required for this particular activity, they were nowhere near ready to have children, before sheathing himself and lying his hips on hers. He removed his lips from hers and looked at her until she looked back.
“I really care about you, Annie.”
“I love you too, Jeff”
He pushed his erection into her wet hole until he was buried deep in her before pulling out and pushing back in with a lazy stroke. This was not fucking. This was making love, no matter how much Jeff wanted to deny it, not that he wanted to deny it. He’s kind of gotten over himself in the past few months of living with Annie.
He continues looking into her eyes as his pace increases and she begins having a hard time keeping her eyes from rolling into the back of her head. She’s riding the tailcoats of a building orgasm, but somehow finds the strength to keep her eyes staring into Jeff’s. Suddenly she’s in the throes of the most powerful orgasm she’s ever had in the missionary system, an orgasm so great she almost misses the mumbled “I love you” tumble out of Jeff’s mouth.
**
Britta may have been a great lay, but she was No Annie.