Killer Geek (SLOW UPDATES)

Randy

Bringing Y/N to my house felt like a small victory. When we walked through the door, Mom greeted us with her usual warm smile, and Martha practically lit up when she saw Y/N.

“Y/N!” Martha squealed, running up to her and pulling her into a hug.

Y/N’s laughter was soft but genuine, and for the first time all day, I saw some of the weight lift from her shoulders. Her smile wasn’t forced, and the way she bent down to Martha’s level, letting my sister talk her ear off about school and some new art project, made me feel like maybe—just maybe—things were okay for now.

Mom didn’t even blink when I told her Y/N might be staying the night. “Of course, honey,” she said, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “You’re always welcome here, Y/N.”

I couldn’t help but watch her as she sat at the kitchen table with Martha, helping her draw something. She looked...peaceful, almost. It was such a stark contrast to the way she’d been earlier, and I felt this weird ache in my chest. She wasn’t mine—not yet—but seeing her like this made me want to protect her even more.

Later, when the house had quieted down, and Mom and Martha had gone to bed, I showed her to my room.

“You can have my bed,” I said, gesturing toward it. “I’ll crash on the couch downstairs.”

She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Randy…”

“Yeah?”

She didn’t meet my eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can you stay? Just...stay with me tonight.”

My heart skipped, and for a second, I thought I’d imagined it. But when she looked up at me, there was a vulnerability in her eyes that I couldn’t ignore.

“Of course,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady.

I kicked off my shoes and crossed the room, pulling back the covers as she climbed into bed. My mind was spinning, my body tense as I slid in beside her, keeping a respectable distance even though every part of me wanted to hold her.

She hesitated for a moment before shifting closer, her movements tentative. Her head rested against my chest, and I froze, every muscle in my body tightening as I felt the warmth of her against me.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice muffled against my shirt.

I swallowed hard, my hand hovering for a second before settling lightly on her back. “Anytime.”

It took everything in me to keep still, to not let my hand drift lower or shift my hips even slightly. She was so close, her breath warm against my chest, and I could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat. It was almost hypnotic.

But this wasn’t about me. It was about her, about making her feel safe. So I stayed still, forcing myself to focus on the sound of the rain outside, the softness of her breathing as it evened out.

For now, that was enough.

As Yn moved closer to me, her body inches from mine, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. I wanted to touch her, to hold her, to feel her skin against mine. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, all of them centered around her.

I wanted to run my hands over her curves, to feel the softness of her skin, to explore every inch of her body. I wanted to kiss her, to taste her lips, to feel her tongue against mine. I wanted to touch her in all the places she liked, to make her feel good, to make her come.

As she drew closer, her eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the desire there, the want. I knew she felt it too, this spark between us, this attraction that neither of us could ignore.

My hand, seemingly of its own accord, reached out and hooked under her knee, pulling her closer. She didn't resist, didn't pull away, and I took that as a sign to continue. My eyes flicked to her lips, and I felt a surge of desire. "I want to kiss you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

I moved closer, my lips inches from hers, waiting for her to pull away, to tell me no. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a soft, gentle kiss. It was like the whole world had come to a standstill, leaving only the two of us, lost in this moment.

As we kissed, my hand began to move, sliding up her side, feeling the softness of her skin. I wanted to touch her everywhere, to explore every inch of her body. My fingers brushed against the edge of her shirt, and I felt a surge of desire. I wanted to lift it, to feel her skin against mine, to touch her in all the places she liked.

My hand slipped further down, tracing the edge of her pajama pants. I paused for a moment, my heart pounding in anticipation, before gently pushing my hand under the waistband. The soft fabric of her panties was a slight barrier, but my fingers soon found their way past, slipping through her wet slit.

Yn's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as she let out a low moan. I began to explore, gently stroking her folds, feeling the warmth and wetness that greeted me. I could sense her arousal growing, her body responding to my touch.

As I continued to finger her, my mouth trailed down her neck, my lips brushing against her skin. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips, and her breathing grew more ragged. My fingers moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, coaxing her closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Yn's hands grasped my hair, pulling me down. I followed the guidance of her hands, my mouth meeting her pussy. I began to eat her, my tongue lapping up her juices, my fingers still stroking her from within. The sounds she made were like music to my ears, a symphony of pleasure and desire.

As I devoured her, I felt my own arousal growing, my cock straining against my pants. But I ignored it, focusing solely on Yn's pleasure. I wanted to make her come, to feel her body shudder beneath mine. My tongue and fingers worked in tandem, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Yn's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she approached the precipice. I could feel her muscles contracting, her pussy clenching around my fingers. And then, in a burst of sound and motion, she came, her body shuddering as she rode the wave of pleasure. I held her close, my mouth still lapped against her, as she slowly came back down to earth.