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hiiii can you maybe do an smut and fluff elijah mikaelson where the reader has daddy issues and oral fixation? 🥺🥺🥺

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How can you possibly pay attention in history class when your professor is that hot? Let's hope you don't fail your exam...

~Thanks for the request anon(s) ♡♡ I hope you don't mind me combining the two ideas!~ ~I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ONE~

~I've gotten sooo many requests in the queue - I love them all, but it will take me some time to catch up ♡♡ thanks for your patience~

7k words - Warnings: smut, blow jobs, oral sex, daddy!kink, Elijah being bossy, tenth century history...

{Part Two}

You looked up at Mr. Mikaelson, with wide, doe eyes, as you knelt before him. His hand gently caressed your face, his thumb grazing across your plump bottom lip. You let out a soft moan, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable, begging to be touched.

Your eyes followed his every movement as he unzipped his trousers, pulling his hard cock from his boxers. His hand moved to the back of your head, his fingers running through your hair as his eyes met yours, giving you a firm nod, allowing you to take the first taste of him.

Slowly, you took him into your mouth, letting out a sigh at the perfect weight of his cock on your tongue. His fingers tightened around your locks as he gave you a sharp tug, pulling you towards him, causing his length to hit the back of your throat. You closed your eyes as you focused on pleasuring him, sucking and licking at his shaft.

"Good girl, so good for me" He growled, his hips slowly thrusting into your mouth, "Such a pretty little thing on her knees for me".

You moaned in response, the praise he gave you spurring you on, making you move faster, wanting to please him more, wanting him to feel good.

You felt yourself growing wetter as he took control of the movements of your head, his grip on you becoming harsher. You opened your eyes once more, looking up at him as his hips stuttered, and his eyes fluttered shut.

"I'm going to cum," he growled, as his thrusts became sloppy.

"Cum for me daddy," you moaned, then a flicker of confusion crossed your face as the sound of an alarm echoed in your ears.

Your eyes opened, and you shot up out of bed. You rolled over and grabbed your phone, "Fuck!" you screamed, it was 8:30 am.

"Shit shit shit shit" you repeated as you quickly threw on some clothes and grabbed your things.

You raced out the door and began to run to campus, knowing full well that you wouldn't make it on time.

When you arrived at the exam room, you were already 30 minutes late. You wanted to cry, knowing that Mr. Mikaelson would not let you take it. You slowly entered the room, hoping that he would show you mercy, but to no avail.

He sat there, looking just as handsome as he did in your dreams, grading papers as the rest of the class worked in hushed silence.

"Miss Y/L/N," He said, not looking up from his papers, "see me after class".

Your heart sunk as you shuffled towards your seat, dropping your bag next to your desk. You looked up to find the eyes of your classmates looking at you.

"Eyes on your own exams," Mr. Mikaelson warned the class, his tone icy.

The rest of the hour seemed to drag on, with nothing to do, your mind wandered back to your dream, a familiar heat settling between your legs. You had a crush on him since the first day, but lately everything seemed to be escalating. You could barely pay attention in his class, so distracted by your fantasy of having him in your mouth.

When the bell finally rang, you sat frozen in your seat. The rest of the students slowly shuffled out of the room, casting sympathetic glances in your direction as they did.

When the room was empty, Mr. Mikaelson stepped in front of your desk, eyes darkened, waiting for you to look up at him.

"My office. 4:00 pm. You will take the exam. No excuses." He stated matter-of-factly.

Your stomach twisted, and your breath hitched, as you looked up at him through your lashes. He looked stunning. His hands clasped behind his back as he towered above you. He was always dressed with a suit and tie. His hair was slightly messy, probably from running his fingers through his hair and a pair of reading glasses sat low on his nose.

"If you are late, you will not have the opportunity to retake it. Do I make myself clear Miss. Y/L/N?" He looked over your appearance, as you sat there helplessly, his eyes lingering on your lips.

"Yes, sir" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Good." He turned on his heels, walking back to his desk to collect his things, and preparing to leave. "Now be a good girl and go to your next class."

That was it? That's all he wanted to say? Wait, good girl, you thought. You bit your lip, he definitely said 'good girl'. The sudden image of your mouth wrapped around his cock flashed across your mind, and you could feel yourself getting wetter.

Your cheeks flushed red, and you quickly left the room, embarrassed by your own thoughts.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. You barely paid attention in any of your classes, too distracted by the idea of being alone with Mr. Mikaelson. By the time the last bell had rung, you made your way to his office. Your hands were shaking, and your heart was racing in anticipation.

"Mr. Mikaelson?" You asked as you knocked gently on the door, peaking your head inside. "Can I come in?"

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N. Right on time. Good." He smiled, a small, pleasant smile. But it only made you more nervous.

You slipped into the room, slowly closing the door behind you, watching him as he slid the exam across the table, toward you.

"You may begin".

You looked down at the paper before you, it was on the tenth century, a time period you were well versed in. You glanced up at Mr. Mikaelson and shot him a little smirk, pleased that you knew your stuff.

When you finished you slid your paper over to him, with a graceful flick of his wrist he put on his glasses as he looked it over, eyebrow raised, impressed with the way you had answered.

"Do you drink? Wine, bourbon?" He asked as he stood from his desk and walked over to the small bar he had in his office.

"I'll have whatever you are having" you replied, the feeling of your stomach tightening and knotting as he closed the space between you.

"Wine, then," he said, pouring two glasses and handing one to you. "Salute" he clinked his glass with yours as you brought it to your lips.

He moved to the front side of his desk, leaning against it and looking down at you. His face was stoic, but there was something in his eyes, a fire that hadn't been there earlier.

"So," he said, bringing his glass to his lips, "you are a bit of an anomaly to me, Miss Y/L/N" he said as his eyes trailed over you, drinking you in, a familiar flush began tinting your cheeks.

You laughed, a tiny giggle, and smiled, "How so?"

He shook his head and laughed softly. "Well, you test incredibly well, yet you never seem to be paying attention in my class."

Your smile faded, your face burned with embarrassment. You couldn't possibly admit to why you were so distracted.

"Did I say something to upset you?" he asked as he set down his glass of wine, turning his body to face you.

"No, of course not" you stammered, not meeting his eyes.

What could you say? 'You're just really attractive and I can't concentrate in class because I'm too busy thinking about your dick in my mouth'?

"If you don't tell me what's wrong, I can't help you" he replied in a soft tone.

You didn't know if it was the wine, or the strange almost subconscious influence of the dream you had that morning, but you felt brave. You lifted your head and looked him dead in the eye, trying to sound confident.

"I've been having these dreams, constantly lately..." you said, "and they have been interfering with my attention" you paused, studying his face for any reaction, and you continued, a whisper, barely audible "They have all involved you"

The look on his face was enough to send shockwaves through your core. His eyebrows shot up and he moved a little closer, now right in front of you, towering over you, making you feel small. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his arms, the button-up shirt pulled tight, his muscles flexing. This had to be a dream.

"What are they about? If I might ask" he spoke, drawing your attention back up to his face, your cheeks blazing as you gaped at him like a fish out of water.

You blinked rapidly as the realization that this was, in fact, happening, struck you. What could you say? The truth? Surely, he wouldn't take kindly to your mind producing nightly fantasies that starred him? Would he laugh at you? Tell you to get the hell out of his office and go home, never to return? Would he ever be able to look at you again without thinking of you as the pathetic, horny college kid that had a pathetic, horny crush on him? Probably not. But also, you knew that look in his eye, it was the kind all men had when they wanted to fuck you.

Your mind did some quick calculations on how badly this could go, but it seemed like your pussy was in control right now because it was the voice speaking, and it said, "Can I show you? Sir?" as your eyes trailed downward to his crotch.

There, right before you, was the evidence that maybe, just maybe, you weren't the only one in here all hot and bothered by the other. You looked up at him, feeling a little bit smug, as you saw his eyes follow your line of sight before flashing back up to yours.

You didn't wait for his response, instead you moved off the chair and on to your knees, your hands slowly skimming up his thighs, stopping just short of the proof you were sure you'd find in a moment.

"Can I?" you asked, in the most innocent voice you could, which wasn't all that convincing. You were in over your head, and you knew it, a hint of confusion shadowing his face at your words.

"I should be the one asking permission, miss" he responded before he placed his hand on your head, brushing your hair from your face in a gentle caress.

You couldn't believe this was really happening, and you sublty pinched your thigh, hard, and while it did sting a bit, you didn't wake up.

Your eyes met his once more, your hand darting forward and over the crotch of his pants, and yes, just as you hoped, he was rock solid.

Before you had much time to revel in your delight though he gently grabbed your wrist and paused your movements before you could get carried away with yourself.

"We can't do this" his words didn't convince you as you looked up at his face and saw the same emotions he'd displayed since the beginning flash across it.

He wanted this just as much as you did, why was he stopping you?

Feeling bold, you stood, taking his hand and leading him to the plush armchair in the corner of the room, you pushed him lightly, but playfully, causing him to gently fall into the seat

For a split second you enjoyed the image before you, Mr. Mikaelson looked slightly dazed with his glasses askew, as he gazed up at you in the chair.

Then you slowly kneeled between his legs, resting your hands on his thighs. Looking up at him from where you were, you could appreciate his physique, his broad shoulders and strong arms. Even in his suit, you could see the muscle definition in his chest and abdomen, the hard planes visible underneath. He leaned forward and stroked your hair, tucking it behind your ear. You met his gaze and he looked deep into your eyes, his thumb brushing over your lips, bringing them to part slightly.

"Mr. Mikaelson.. Sir" you could hear the neediness in your voice as you melted under his touch. "You don't know how badly I’ve wanted this"

He looked quite flushed, probably just as eager as you were. His brown eyes were almost black. You couldn't think, only focused on the throbbing sensation that was pooling low in your belly.

You grasped the button on his trousers and deftly popped it open. You carefully unzipped him, your stomach fluttering in excitement. You glanced up again and watched his face as you pulled his pants down his thighs. He breathed deeply, eyes closed, looking tense but ready to receive pleasure.

The black boxers he was wearing strained over his erect cock. The shape bulged as you nuzzled against him. You placed small kisses along his shaft, teasing him through the thin material. You lifted his shirt to give yourself a better view, then began tugging his boxers down.

His dick sprung out from under the fabric, and you caught your breath in surprise. It was large, not overly large, just bigger than what you expected. You stroked him gently, becoming accustomed to his size. Your hands followed his length from base to tip, your grip tightening, causing him to groan.

You gave the head soft kitten licks, looking up at him to gauge his reactions. His fingers in your hair slowly pushed your face closer, signaling for you to take more of him into your mouth. You opened your mouth and welcomed the weight of his cock on your tongue.

He tasted so delicious. It was the perfect mix of sweat, musk and pure man. You wanted to make him feel good, to make him lose control. To feel him holding onto you as he tried to contain himself. You bobbed your head and took more of his length with every pass. His breathing became labored and you looked up to see his eyes on you, watching as you sucked him. He looked intensely focused, biting his lower lip.

You slowly pulled off of him, sucking on the tip before letting go with a lewd pop. His cock was slick with your spit, glistening in the lamplight. You licked his length, kissing and sucking along the sides.

"Do you like that daddy?" The words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"What did you just call me?" he breathed, moving your head back so you were face to face again.

Your face flushed in embarrassment, as you avoided his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was caught up in the moment... I.." Your eyes flickered up to his, and you could see that a smirk had begun to spread on his face.

Your thoughts were racing, had you really just called your professor 'Daddy'? And, more importantly, he liked it?

"Sir..." you breathed as he leaned back in his chair, a confident look settling on his face as he rubbed his scruff.

"Interesting" he said as he looked at you, licking his lips as he studied your face, which was now resembling a ripe tomato.

This was it, he would never be able to look at you with out laughing at the way you had acted. Shame burned hot on your cheeks and you hung your head in embarrassment.

"Look at me," he said softly, when you didn't he placed his finger under your chin, pulling your face towards him.

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he whispered a barely audible "do it again"

"Daddy" you repeated, watching as his cock twitch as you said it.

"Good girl" he praised, lightly pressing on your shoulders.

His hand returned to your hair, drawing you toward him, leading you back down his length. You ran the tip of your tongue around the head of his cock before teasing the slit, gathering precum on your tongue and swallowing it down eagerly.

His hips bucked forward involuntarily and he let out a throaty moan. You smiled and took him back into your mouth, swallowing his cock to the base. You held him there for a moment before bobbing your head rapidly.

"Just like that," he moaned.

You could tell he was close from the way his breathing changed and gripped your hair tighter. "So fucking good," he said roughly, tugging on the strands and angling you where he liked best.

He stilled your movements suddenly, making it so you couldn't do anything but sit still with his dick in your mouth. His cock rested on your tongue, the sensitive head leaking precum. You bobbed your head and continued to suck him, lapping up all of his fluid. His breathing grew ragged as his release approached.

He tugged on your hair, pulling your head off of him so only the tip remained inside your mouth. His eyes were closed, and you took the opportunity to kiss the head of his cock, toying with it between your lips.

"Will you cum in my mouth daddy?"

A loud groan left his throat, his breath coming in huffs. "Jesus, yes."

He held you in place and began thrusting shallowly into your throat, all while you stared up at him from where you knelt. You couldn't break his gaze.

He watched your throat contract as you swallowed him down. He seemed to appreciate the amount of saliva that leaked from the corners of your mouth, tracing a glistening path down to his balls.

You hollowed your cheeks and gave a long, drawn-out suck.

"Oh my sweet girl, do that again." His breathing was labored, his tone deep and raspy. His body jerked slightly, thrusting deeper, struggling to hold back. He cupped your face and brushed his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a tear that escaped.

You did as he asked, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. He kept his gaze on yours. You opened your mouth wider, relaxing your throat, and let out a soft hum. It sent the most delicious sensation through his dick, sending him over the edge.

You swallowed down everything he gave you, never once breaking eye contact. Your mouth was warm and wet, and you gave little swallows to pull more from him.

He shuddered and you couldn't help but moan around him at how wrecked he looked. His hair was messed up and there was a wild look in his eyes. He was gazing down at you with a possessive, determined expression, like he was seeing you for the very first time.

He slowly withdrew his cock, watching it slide past your swollen lips. You gently hummed and gave the tip a few soft kisses before leaning back.

You could see the satisfied smirk on his face. He released your hair and pushed his cock back inside his boxers. He tucked his shirt back in and straightened up, then tugged you by the arm to help you off the ground.

He was quiet as he looked down at your completely ravished appearance. Your eyes looked heavy and hooded, and your lips were red and puffy from being stretched open. There was a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin and he could see how turned on you were.

He beckoned you to sit on his lap, which you gladly did, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands found their way around your waist, pulling you closer. He kissed your lips tenderly, then trailed his lips along the column of your throat.

You sighed, melting against him, he felt so nice and warm. His stubble tickled your skin, bringing you out of your haze. The closeness of him, the way he held you, was surprisingly intimate. You hadn't expected to be so affected by something so simple.

"That was unexpected," he said softly, as his hands moved slowly along the lines of your sides, the action wasn't provocative, rather it was in the comforting, sensual kind of way. It allowed him to explore your body, to familiarize himself.

As the lust faded, you felt a deep sense of uncertainty about what would happen. You also had no idea where this might lead, or how quickly. It wasn't smart to get involved with your teacher, and it definitely wasn't smart to have his cum in your mouth.You usually knew better than to put yourself in situations like this with people you didn't know. You knew nothing about the man, save for what you learned in his class. But the logical part of your brain seemed to have checked out for the night.

You moved off of him, causing him to loosen his grip on you, his eyes following your movements.

"Thank you for letting me take my exam late, I really appreciate it," you said awkwardly, leaning in to peck him on the cheek.

He gave you a puzzled look and nodded, reaching out to take your hand before you got too far.

"Are you alright?" he asked, gently squeezing your hand, concern etched in his features.

"Yeah, I.. have some assignments due and some studying to do. I should go, I've taken up too much of your time already," you brushed his hand off and swiftly headed out the door before he could respond.

From the moment you woke up the next day, you were dreading going to your history class. Not only had you embarrassingly called one of the hottest men you'd ever met, 'daddy', but then you had given him head and actually liked it.

You'd never acted like that before, it was completely out of character and despite his positive reaction, it did nothing to ease your anxiety around him.

He was such an enigma and it didn't make any sense to you. He looked and acted for all the world like the perfect gentlemen, but there had been an edge to him, when he'd looked down at you while you'd...well, done what you had. Like he was just holding himself back, and you wanted to see what would happen when he finally let go.

Even though it was such a bad idea.

Maybe you should just skip today, maybe the rest of the year, you knew that you would probably spend the entire class thinking about how you sucked his cock. You let out a long sigh, and headed to class anyway, you didn't want to skip your lecture, even though your mind was a muddled mess.

Class began the usual way, and you went about taking notes while he lectured, ignoring the way your face burned when you glanced up and saw him looking at you. At some point he began talking about the vikings and you mind began to wander. Daydreaming about the way his cock had throbbed in your mouth as he came.

You were lost in a daze of desire, subconsciously sucking on the end of your pen, you were unaware of the heated look he was giving you. How he was transfixed by the sight of the pen disappearing between your lips, followed by a flick of your tongue as you glanced up, looking directly at him as you gave it an obscene suck. His eyes narrowed at the sight, you weren't the only one who was distracted.

His lecturing halted momentarily and everyone noticed he looked more flustered than usual. The classroom was quiet, as they all watched in confusion. His eyes met yours and he quickly cleared his throat, shaking his head as if he was coming back to reality.

"Miss Y/L/N, please see me after class" he directed at you before abruptly continuing to lecture.

You looked away, feeling tense, maybe skipping class hadn't been such a bad idea.

You stood there, watching the room empty, and waiting for the last of your classmates to leave. When the room was empty, you approached his desk, where he was gathering his belongings, preparing to leave.

"Is everything ok, professor?" You asked, as he finished putting his books away and turned to face you.

"That's not the term I was hoping to hear, especially considering our encounter yesterday," he said, a smirk spreading on his face.

"Sorry, I..I mean Mr. Mikaelson," you replied, looking down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"It's Elijah, and I believe that you were referring to me as something else" he teased, his dark eyes searching yours, the corner of his mouth lifted into a sly grin.

Your face flushed, as you remembered how you'd called him 'daddy', and how much he had liked it.

"So, why did you want to see me?" You asked, hoping that you could steer the conversation away from the previous day's events.

"How do you feel about Italian? Tonight, seven o'clock, my place?" He gave you a handsome smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Tonight?" you echoed.

"At seven," he repeated.

"You want me to have dinner at your place?" you clarified.

"Yes," he nodded.

"With you?" you asked.

"Unless you are busy," he teased.

"No, no I'm not. I'd love to. I mean..." You didn't want to accept the date too quickly, like you were over eager to spend time with him.

"Good, it's settled then."

When Elijah arrived to pick you up, you were surprised that he actually came to your door. The typical nervous excitement bubbled in your belly as you opened it for him. He looked so good, wearing a black button-down shirt without his usual blazer. He had no tie tonight and his top buttons were undone.

He seemed to enjoy your outfit choice. Your dress was long enough that it had an innocent feel, but the deep V at the front could not be ignored. It was bold and eye-catching. He took your hand and brushed his lips across your knuckles.

"Shall we?" His brown eyes twinkled.

It was a short drive to his place. He led you through the building and into the elevator, then used a key to access the penthouse. The doors slid open into a massive room, the entire wall facing the city was a huge window, offering a spectacular view.

The floors were a light oak, and the walls a crisp white. Modern art was hung on the walls, and a large, leather couch was situated in the middle of the room. A fire was crackling in the fireplace, and a coffee table was filled with candles, making it cozy. And of course, books. There were books everywhere, on every surface and neatly lined up on the floor.

You walked to the window, amazed by the view. You could see the whole city and the mountains beyond.

"Do you live here alone?"

"I have a brother who stays here sometimes," he replied.

"This place is incredible. The view is stunning."

"I'm glad you like it," he smiled, moving towards the kitchen.

You sat on his kitchen counter, drinking wine as you watched him cook, chatting casually. He was so interesting and passionate, and you enjoyed the stories he told. You found yourself becoming more comfortable around him. The longer you spent in his presence, the better you felt. You were hooked.

"Can I ask you something?," you started, after swirling the wine around your glass, then taking a drink.

"Of course." Elijah looked over at you.

"How are you still single? You're incredibly hot, smart and charming," You blushed, hoping you weren't sounding desperate. He laughed, turning his attention back to the food.

"I don't really have time for dating. I spend all my free time on my research,"

"And sex," You added, a teasing smirk appearing on your lips.

"Is that what you think? That I'm one of those professors?" He smirked, looking amused.

"Are you saying you don't have sex with students?" You asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Not yet," he replied.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you shifted slightly on the counter. His words had the desired effect on you. He chuckled and began plating the food.

"Let's eat while our food is still hot."

Dinner with Elijah was surprisingly pleasant, the conversation was entertaining and he asked you lots of questions about your personal interests, family and passions. You were falling hard for the man, he was just so easy to get along with. By the time he had cleaned everything up and washed the dishes, you were well over your initial awkwardness and laughing more freely.

You walked around his place, admiring the art on the walls. There were beautiful paintings, some that were probably very old and expensive. You noticed a piano in the corner of the living room, and wondered if he played.

The fire was still going and it made the room warm and cozy. You kicked off your shoes and curled up on the sofa.

Elijah walked in with a fresh bottle of wine and two glasses.

"You have an amazing collection of paintings," you remarked, as he sat beside you.

"Thank you, I've collected them for years," he said, handing you a glass.

You smiled as you brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip. You felt his eyes on you and glanced up to meet his gaze. His expression was unreadable, and you suddenly felt self conscious.

"You passed your exam, by the way." He finally spoke.

"I'm sorry I left so quickly. I know that was weird," you looked down, avoiding his eyes.

"I wasn't sure if I had upset you," his hand was warm on your thigh, rubbing gently.

"You didn't, I was just..." You looked up at him, seeing his eyes searching yours, the question was there, and he deserved an honest answer. "I have a confession."

"Oh?" he leaned forward, placing his wine on the coffee table, giving you his full attention.

"I've wanted you since the first day of class," you admitted.

"Hmmm.." He smirked, looking you up and down. The look in his eyes was hungry. "Speaking of class, I have some extra credit work for you," he leaned over, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

Your body was pressed against his, and his hand was holding you in place by your ass. Your nipples hardened as you moved against him.

"What do I have to do, professor?" Your lips parted and he met you, giving you a passionate kiss. You moaned as you twisted his shirt in your fists, responding eagerly.

"Take this off." he tugged at your dress, signaling for you to lift your arms. You pulled away so that he could take the garment off. His brown eyes glowed as he took in your appearance.

You were wearing your favorite lingerie, dark red lace that formed to your figure perfectly. Your nipples pebbled through the material, a noticeable wet patch appeared on your panties.

"Spread your legs." Elijah's voice sent tingles along your skin, commanding yet soft. You obeyed his command, pushing your thighs open.

"Pop quiz, Miss Y/L/N." He teased, tracing his fingertips along the edge of your panties.

"Who was the ruler of the Holy Roman Empire during the tenth century?" He asked, his fingers slowly circling your clit over the fabric. You whimpered, your breath hitching.

"Otto the great." you said, and the moment the words left your lips, he hooked his finger around the thin strap of your thong and snapped it against your hip. You gasped, and the sting made your clit ache.

"Good girl, you're learning" He hummed, rubbing the sting away.

"What significant event took place in 987 AD that marked the beginning of the Capetian dynasty in France?" His finger slipped under your panties and he ran his fingertips through your wetness.

"Hugh Capet was crowned King of the Franks."

"That's my good girl, very smart," his thumb began to rub lazy circles on your clit, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Which Islamic caliphate was at its height during the tenth century and played a crucial role in preserving and advancing knowledge?" He asked, his fingers stroking along your slit, and then circling your entrance.

"The A-abbasids." You moaned as he slipped a finger inside you.

"So you have been paying attention in my class," He chuckled, slipping his finger out of you.

"Yes, Professor Mikaelson," you groaned, rocking against his hand, desperate for more friction.

"Which Chinese dynasty ruled during the tenth century and is often considered a high point in Chinese civilization, known for its advances in arts, science, and technology?" He asked, his breath ghosting across your lips.

"T-the Sung dynasty," You whispered, and he plunged two fingers deep inside you, causing you to cry out.

"Very good, such a clever girl," his mouth covered yours, swallowing your moans.

"Last question," he teased, and you groaned in frustration, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, but he wouldn't let you move.

"In the tenth century, what Viking explorer is believed to have reached North America, making him one of the earliest known Europeans to do so?" He asked, his thumb grazing over your clit as his fingers curled inside you.

"Leif Erikson," you cried, your hips jerking.

"That's right, such a clever, clever girl," he praised, thrusting his fingers faster, his tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, grinding against him.

You felt a rush of arousal, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"Do you want to cum for me?" He asked, breaking the kiss.

"Y-yes, please." You stammered.

"Such a polite, obedient girl. What was it you called me yesterday? Daddy? Do you want daddy's cock, baby?"

"Y-yes, I want your cock, daddy."

He withdrew his fingers from you, and you watched as he licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Get on the floor."

You slipped off his lap and knelt between his legs. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, his erection straining against his pants. He pulled his cock free and stroked it a few times, looking down at you.

You opened your mouth and leaned forward, pressing his cock between your lips. You looked up at him, sucking eagerly. He let out a deep groan, his hand threading through your hair.

He guided you up and down his shaft, his hips rolling slightly. You loved the feeling of his hard cock sliding over your tongue. He began to move you faster, and you swallowed around him. He moaned, gripping your hair. You tried to take more of him into your mouth, bobbing up and down eagerly.

You could feel him getting close, his fingers digging into your scalp. You sucked harder, trying to bring him over the edge.

Before you could, he pulled you off of him, and you let out a soft cry of disappointment. “Come here," he said, pulling you into his lap.

You straddled his hips, his hands gliding over your body, finding the back clasp on your bra and unhooking it. He peeled the lace away from your body, his eyes blazing with desire as they roamed over you.

He cupped your breasts and leaned forward, capturing nipple between his lips. You moaned, your fingers pulling on his hair as he gently bit down.

You whimpered, arching your back, offering yourself to him. He lavished attention on your breasts, his mouth sucking and licking and biting until your nipples were swollen and aching.

You leaned in and kissed him, your tongues meeting in a slow dance. His hands tangled in your hair as he took control, tasting every part of your mouth, devouring your lips.

You moved your hips, desperately seeking contact. He halted you, a dark look in his eye, he had a dangerous edge about him, which somehow excited you even more.

"On my bed, now," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

You scrambled off of his lap, and practically ran to his bedroom. He stood and followed you, his predatory gaze making your pussy throb.

He caught up to you and pulled you into him, his hands gripping your hips, pulling your ass against him. His cock was hard against you, and you ground back into him, the friction making you moan.

"Get on the bed and show me what a good girl you are."

"Yes, daddy," you breathed, climbing onto the huge bed.

You got on all fours and presented your ass to him, arching your back.

"Spread your legs," he commanded. You reached behind and pulled the strings on the thong, exposing your wet pussy to him. You could hear him growling with lust, his hands grabbing at your ass, spreading you wider.

You could feel the heat of him hovering over your pussy, his hands gripping your thighs. You let out a low moan, and then his tongue was pressing against you, tracing patterns on your already swollen clit. You gasped, your head dropping to the bed.

"Ohh, daddy, yes," You panted as he licked and lapped at you, sucking on your clit. Your fingers twisted in the comforter. His hands gripped your hips as his tongue swirled around your entrance.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

You whined, rocking your hips back, your pussy clenching around his tongue as he drove it into you. You moaned and rolled your hips, chasing the pleasure, your entire body tightening in anticipation.

"Oh, god, yes. Please, don't stop," you begged, one of his hands trailing along your spine.

The warmth grew until you felt like you were aflame, your whole body shuddering. You came with a cry, his mouth moving with you, continuing to push you through the overwhelming waves.

His hands were on your hips, holding you in place, as his lips ghosted over your ass, pressing open mouth kisses to each of your cheeks. The stubble on his face created a delicious friction against your soft flesh, making you shiver.

The wet head of his cock slid over your pussy, dragging through your slick and bumping over your clit. You whimpered, grinding back against him. He chuckled and delivered a sharp slap to your backside.

"On your back."

You turned over, your chest heaving. He bent down, grasping your thighs and pushing your knees up against your chest. He leaned over you, his lips brushing over yours, his eyes dark.

"I'm not usually this demanding in bed, but you have this effect on me," he rasped, his hands gripping your thighs as he rubbed his cock against you.

"What are you usually like?" You asked breathlessly, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his body was pressed against yours.

"I like to savor things. Women. Food. Wine," He explained, his voice thick with desire. "I like to take my time," his lips brushed over yours as he spoke.

"I'm not usually like this either," You admitted.

He smirked, and then captured your mouth, kissing you deeply. You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, and slowly eased inside you. You gasped, breaking the kiss. You closed your eyes, your back arching as he pushed deeper, stretching you open.

"Fuck," he breathed, his forehead resting against yours.

All you could do was moan in response, as his hips began to move, setting a slow and steady pace. Your hands moved down to his ass, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. He groaned, his lips finding yours once more.

He thrust harder, and you moaned into the kiss. You were completely consumed by him, by his scent, his taste, his touch. He felt so good, his cock filling you perfectly. His hands were planted on the bed beside your head, caging you in. Your pussy was clenching around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps.

You looked up into his eyes, and you were drawn into their dark pools of lust. He smiled, leaning in to kiss you hungrily, swallowing your moans.

"Listen to the sounds you make, sweetheart. You were made for me," He growled, the filthy wet sound of your bodies meeting filled the room as he pounded into you.

You were losing your mind, his cock stroking in and out of you perfectly, his face hovering over yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair, desperate to be closer to him. Your toes were curling and your whole body was tingling, every nerve firing.

Your hands moved to his back, fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked you, his body pressed against yours. His breathing was ragged, his muscles tensing. You could feel the warmth building again, the pressure mounting.

"Cum for me, sweetheart." He rasped.

His mouth was hot against you, his tongue tangling with yours. Your head fell back, his name falling from your lips as your orgasm crashed over you.

He was whispering to you, filthy words, promises and praise all mixed together. The weight of his body pressed you deeper into the mattress, his cock still hitting every sensitive spot. You whimpered and gasped, burying your face in his chest.

"That's it," He encouraged, his hips rocking against yours.

He began panting and you could feel him losing control, his thrusts becoming erratic. You clenched around him and he let out a deep groan, his cock throbbing. He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he came inside you.

He leaned in, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss. He kissed you with so much passion, you swore you saw stars. Your hearts beating in sync.

You were both breathing hard, your bodies glistening with sweat. He rolled onto his side, taking you with him. You rested your head on his chest, his arm wrapping around you, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on your back.

"Will you stay the night?" Elijah asked, his lips brushing against yours.

"Yes, please, sir" You sighed.

He chuckled, pulling you tightly against him. You laid tangled up in one another, sharing soft kisses and lingering touches.

You didn't expect to get caught up with your professor, but here you were. Wrapped in his sheets, in his arms. It was probably wrong, but you didn't care. He was completely irresistible, and you were hopelessly drawn to him.

This was definitely going to be an interesting semester.

♡ Do you guys want a part two?? cause I could definitely make this a whole series.. ♡

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futurecorps3 · 5 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Masterlist<3

Summary: Sirius and reader plan a romantic dinner for a very tired Remus Pairing: Poly!wolfstar x reader Warnings: mentions of sex and that’s all, I think! It's fluff and post!war where absolutely nothing went wrong because Reggie was a spy for the Order just like in canon duh Word Count: 1.4K Requested: No

Sirius leaned against the kitchen counter, a playful twinkle in his eyes, and said, "You know, love, if our cooking skills don't impress Moony tonight, at least our charm will do the trick." Y/N laughed, adding a bit more salt to the pasta they had been working on for about an hour now.

"Bet your pretty smile and my dazzling gaze will be fit enough… I really hope he likes it though," she mumbled that last part, feeling a pair of arms round her from the back. "I'm sure he'll love it," Sirius whispered, kissing his girl's cheek and moving on to whisk the eggs for the brownies they were baking for dessert.

It was Remus' first year as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He had started the charge right after the war ended, and the trio had settled into a lovely flat on Eaton Square—a two-story building bought with Black family money. ("One thing my mum and dad will be good for!" Sirius had said back when he bought it.) They were slowly transforming it into a home. During the war, they realized they had the power to turn even a cavern into a warm place, as long as the three of them were together.

For the past week, Remus had come home absolutely drained. When he jumped into bed or the couch with them, he'd fall asleep right away and still wake up tired. Sirius and Y/N were aware that he was struggling to adapt to new routines; going from spending all his time with the people he almost lost to teaching six classes a day with minimal breaks was becoming challenging for him.

He'd adjust eventually and would be back to his old self, but for now, their boy was tired, and all they wanted was to treat him with every ounce of love and care he deserved. So, when Remus told them that he'd be coming home earlier that Friday, they decided to go all out with a romantic home-cooked dinner.

"Can you try this? I-I think it's a bit insipid," she said, stirring the cream-based sauce that was ready to serve, pouring a bit onto the back of her hand for Sirius to lick. His tongue gathered the liquid, and his eyes opened in shock. "That's amazing! D-don't change anything; it's perfect, baby," he smiled, grabbing the spoon from his girlfriend and taking more of it into his mouth, directly from the spoon to then place it back inside the boiling pot.

He either didn't mind or didn't think about it; knowing him, it was probably the latter. "Sirius, no!" she half-scolded while laughing, slapping his shoulder playfully. "Wouldn't be the first time my saliva is in either yours or Moony's mou- oi!" he snickered as the girl assaulted him again, all tiny hands against his broad figure. "You're disgusting," Y/N smiled, walking over to the dining table where a white tablecloth was set.

While the noodles cooked and her boyfriend danced to Queen while baking their last course planned for the night, she set the table. Y/N knew her boys to perfection, and Remus had always appreciated neat and aesthetically pleasing settings for their dates, and while this was not exactly one, she wanted it all to be perfect. Before coming home from a job interview that day, she stopped by and bought some candles and a nice bottle of wine; red. He loved red wine.

As she picked the bottle, she wondered how many bottles they'd collect as time passed and their flat became truly theirs. She smiled.

"Love, the water's doing it again…" she heard Sirius warn in a quiet panic and almost giggled. "Just stir them for a bit and turn off the stove; they're almost done," the girl reassured as she placed the brand-new silverware Regulus and James had gotten them when they first moved in neatly over the tablecloth, right next to the plates and careful that no wax could reach them when the candles eventually melted.

When all places were set and ready to be occupied—a bouquet of red roses and baby's breath in Remus', courtesy of their boyfriend—she returned to the kitchen. Her pasta was done, and brownies were in the oven. She found Sirius cleaning his rings, which he hadn't bothered to take off and were now covered in flour, delicate fingers gently scrubbing off the white powder.

Y/N took in the sight of him. He was going on about something that happened to him on the way home, about how he fought a lady for Moony's bouquet or something. She really didn't care when he looked like that. His long, black hair was tied in a messy bun with his wand, with a few strands falling out, a Rolling Stones t-shirt he turned into a crop top let a glimpse of his v-line show, as if it was purposely teasing his girlfriend, jeans hanging low and covered in flour.

Fuck. She scored. "… and so I told he- what are you doing?" he questioned when approached. Y/N stepped between the sink and his body, looking up at him while biting her lip. He felt her fingers hook on the empty belt loops of his pants, making him press flush against her body. "You're too pretty for this world; did you know that? Who gave you permission, Sirius? Do you think it's okay to be this perfect and just… exist like you're not this gorgeous?" she asked in all seriousness, making him blush and snicker at her flirting.

They were always like that with each other. Always flirting. Always trying to make each other blush. That, until Remus stepped in and made them both blush, fluster, and giggle like twelve-year-olds who just pecked someone else's lips for the first time.

"Careful. My brownies are still in the oven, and Moony won't take long in getting home," he warned, his eyes darkening a bit. "And?" she teased, scratching the bit of stomach exposed he displayed. "And if I bend you over-the-counter right now, dessert will be ruined, Remus will get too distracted in punishing us, and dinner will never happen. Just be patient," he groaned, stroking her face and kissing the corner of her lips, turning to clean his hands once again.

She ran her hands through his chest and screamed into his back in frustration, making his chest bubble with laughter. Right after, keys jingled in the front door, and they were both quickly at the door, smiling at each other like they held some secret intel Remus could never know about, and in some sense, they did.

Their boyfriend walked through the door, looking at them like they had grown two heads as he discarded his coat and boots by the door. "Well, hello," he smirked, walking over them and kissing their lips gently. "Are you baking something? I thought we'd do that on Saturday when Harry came over," he asked, trying to peek over their heads before Y/N pulled his head down with both her hands on his cheeks.

"We've got a surprise. Go change into something more comfortable and meet us in the dining hall." She smiled. "Dining hall?" Remus laughed, shaking his head as he felt electricity running through him with the information. Sirius remained serious as he nodded at their girlfriend's statement. "Yes, the dining hall, dear. Now go, c'mon," he encouraged, patting his shoulders as he walked away.

They used the time he took in putting some joggers and a shirt on to serve the pasta and place it on the table. Pads took care of the wine and looked up giddily at their boy paddling through the floor in disbelief. "Come sit." Y/N smiled gently, having changed the record to The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars; Remus' favorite. "Oh, I absolutely despise you both," he said, running a scarred hand through his curls as he approached the table with a soft smile playing on his lips.

Remus eyed the food, the table, and the soft music playing in the background, somehow managing to keep it together. Until he saw the flowers. He picked them up and looked at his partners with utter adoration in his eyes. "Fuck you," he laughed as tears prickled his eyes, making his boyfriend and girlfriend walk over to him to engulf him in a tight hug.

He felt safe and protected, even when he was very clearly towering over both of them. "We know you've been having a hard time coping with change, so we wanted to do something special for you," Y/N mumbled against his chest, stroking his back comfortingly. "The things I cooked might be shit… know I made them with a lot of love though," Sirius joked, kissing Remus' cheeks, which left a salty taste in his mouth. Moony laughed airily.

Surrounded by the warmth of his partners, Remus felt a surge of emotion. It wasn't just relief; it was a profound sense of belonging. Y/N's lips pressed against his cheek, leaving a lingering warmth, while Sirius's hand ruffled his hair in a gesture that felt both affectionate and familiar. "Come on, or it'll get cold."

They sat at the table, humming to the tunes playing in the background as they rambled about their day, sharing minutes of comfortable silence accompanied by loving glances out of nowhere. After the war ended, this is what they longed for. The trio would never forget how they fantasized about simpler times while laying on icy surfaces or in the woods, praying to whoever was willing to listen for a crumb of grace and a bit of luck to find solace after all that was done with.

As their eyes locked, there was an unspoken promise of enjoying the one thing they dreamed of a few years ago lingering in the air. They were giving themselves and each other a gentler life, a kinder environment, and a safe haven they could always go to. A safe haven with great pasta.

"Shit, dove… this is amazing! Where's the recipe from?" Remus exclaimed, resisting the urge to lick the plate and limiting himself to only gathering the leftover sauce with his fork like a civilized person. "I called Effie.” "Bless her soul," Sirius groaned in a solemn tone, licking the plate. Moony chuckled and drank the last bit of his wine as Y/N playfully scolded him. How he loved them, he thought.

Y/N slipped off her shoes and started prancing around to the music with a glass of wine on her way to serve dessert, a pair of warm smiles beaming at her going unnoticed as she was too lost in the beats. She paid attention to the plating, so she grabbed the small plates they had with tiny flowers on them and sprinkled some powdered sugar on top of the brownies her boyfriend baked.

"Here you go." She smiled, kissing both Sirius' and Remus' cheeks as she put the plates in front of them after putting hers on the place, sitting back down the next second. They bit into the pastry at the same time Padfoot waited for their verdict. "So? How'd I do?" He asks, in a concerned state his partners found hilarious, seeing how seriously he was taking the whole situation.

Y/N's expression turned into a disgusted frown as she chewed but quickly replaced it with a smile, making the change obvious to Sirius. "What was that!?" the black-haired boy said with wide eyes, taking a bite off the dessert himself and frowning when he actually found it good. "Come on love, it can't be that bad," Remus said, biting into his piece and closing his eyes in disgust in a very exaggerated manner.

"The-they're good, baby." She smiles, leaving the large piece untouched in her plate as she looked at him with sympathetic eyes. "I tried them; I did a bloody great job, so don't co-". His partners erupted in laughter. Moony almost cried, and Y/N's tummy hurt as Sirius shook his head with an upset pout.

"You're so mean. I hate you both. I'll never bake for you again!" "No, love, come on! We're sorry I-I just saw where Y/N was going and played along," Remus laughed, reaching over to engulf him in a hug, but his boyfriend pulled away, back facing his smiling face. He couldn't avoid the love for too long, cornered between his girlfriend who also reached out to embrace him.

"They're really good, Sirius! Come here; I-I'm sorry." "Why do you keep laughing!?" He whined with a little smirk playing at his lips he tried hard to contain when he found himself sandwiched between his loves. "No, ge-get off!" he playfully fought in-between giggles, trying to squirm out of Moony's arms, failing miserably. Y/N jumped over to them and kissed Sirius' face repeatedly.

"I-I'm leaving this house! Stop, Y/N, there's no changing my mind." He laughed. "We won't let you go; hate to break it to ya'." "Yup, I'm kissing you until you forgive us." They collapsed in giggles with sore bellies, letting go and going back to their spots to finish their desserts. "You did a splendid job, darling." Remus smiles, biting happily into his brownie. "Yes, they're amazing." Y/N assured and presses one last kiss to Sirius' cheek.

After several stories, laughs, warm smiles, and kisses were shared, they all decided to call it a night. Y/N grabbed one of Padfoot's shirts and a pair of Moony's socks, throwing them on before brushing her teeth and washing her face as her boyfriends got ready as well.

They jumped into the two queen beds they had joined and covered only with a soft silk sheet Sirius had insisted on getting since it was spring; They liked to cuddle, and if for some reason they covered more, they'd be kicking away in their sleep so they could be fresher.

Usually, Y/N would sleep between them, but today Remus took her spot and they were all comfortable with that. He wrapped his arms around his partners and kissed both of their heads, feeling exhaustion wash over him as their limbs pressed against all of his body; engulfed by love and warmth he craved his whole life before they came into the picture. "Thank you," he sighed, "for everything."

"Anything for our Moony," was heard in a soft whisper in the dark room, and with that, they drifted off to sleep.

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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i beg you, i just am literally begging you to write smut ver. of professor!ethan LIKE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 💘‼️🎀

context tw for student-teacher relationship

when he finally has you on your knees, your legs tucked beneath your bum, your hands shyly resting atop your plush thighs, he feels like he's in a dream. he has to blink a few times, touch the stiff fabric of his pants, take a deep breath, and remind himself that this is real.

he finally has his pretty little student on her knees for him, staring up at him, waiting for instructions like a good little thing.

he reaches a hand out, stroking your cheek, and a sound almost slips out whenever you lean into the touch, blinking lazily up at him.

you part your smooth lips to ask him: "what'd you want me to do, professor?"

ethan can't help but slip his thumb between the plush pillows, forcing the digit completely in, pushing down on your tongue before you can wrap your lips around his skin. you don't even have to be told what to do, because you're closing your mouth and sucking, watching him with expectant eyes.

"looks like you already know, don't you?" you nod, swirling your tongue around his finger.

it's quick that he has his pants pulled down and his cock forced into your mouth. you struggle around the intrusion at first, gagging, tears coming to your eyes and spilling over. ethan coos, a little condescending on his part. "no crying yet," he tells you, wiping away the tears but doing so in a way that smudges your mascara underneath your eyes. you sniff, pulling off of his cock and licking your lips.

"'m sorry, professor." your voice is soft, meek, and he confirms that you're a submissive little thing that wants nothing more than to please him. he wonders if you'll turn teasing, into the minx he also imagined, if this thing continues.

for now, he revels in having someone underneath him who seems terrified of disappointment.

"it's okay, pretty girl. just make me proud, okay?"

you nod, smile, and wrap your hand around the base of his dick. "okay."

and you do make him proud. slurping around his cock, ignoring your pesky gag reflex, until he's gripping at your hair and moaning above you. when he's close to cumming, you refuse to pull off of him, but he pulls you off anyway just so he can see the perfect image of his cum laying atop your pretty face.

it's a sight he desperately wants to photograph, but the illicit nature of this affair forces him to instead attempt to commit this picture to memory.

his thumb spreads the cum along your lower lip, dipping it back into your mouth to give you a taste that you hum at. when you pull off the digit, a mix of saliva and cum strings along the way. you lick your lips, disconnecting the thin rope.

"did i do good, professor?"

#ethansworld!#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #celeste writes scream

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lilsluttyy · 1 year

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" you better be quite darling "

✪ Professor Zhongli X Professor male reader

✪ warnings : bitting,bottom male reader,rough sex,nipple play,cream pie,cockwarming

College au

+18

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You just finished up your final class for the day , while you were tidying up your desk a knock was heard. " Come in " you didn't bother looking who was it and assumed it was one of your students that wanted help.

suddenly someone hugged you from the back , you led out a yelp. " Did I scare you darling my apologies " he chuckled, you sighed softly " if you're sorry about it you wouldn't be doing it " he chuckled and blew kisses on my neck .

You looked at Zhongli he was a literature teacher but preferred people calling him professor. I kissed his cheek , " are you done with your classes?" I asked " well of course if I wasn't I wouldn't be here with you " " well I'm not going to be able to head home yet since I need to grade my students work so you can head out first " .

Judging by Zhongli's face you knew he was quite disappointed but then he smirked. You grimaced ' I don't know what he's thinking but I don't think I'll like it '. He then head to your sit and sat down patting his lap , you sighed and walked over to sit on his lap " just make sure you don't bother me or not I'll kill you when we get home " he chuckled " oh darling you know I won't bother you when you're working " you didn't really trust his words but shrugged it off.

While you were grading the works you could feel his hand rubbing you waist up and down , the shirt you were wearing was thin so it made your skin a bit sensitive. You squirmed in his lap and he gripped your waist tightened. " Stopped bothering me " you grumbled looking at him , he looked at you with an innocent look " darling I don't know what you're talking about I'm simply holding your waist" you wanted to punch his face so bad.

Halfway through of grading things you felt his hand slid underneath your shirt, you ignored it. Your already pilled up with work , the only thing you wanted was to finish them and relax. " Baby I think you're stressing out right now " he whispered to my hear nibbling it as well, " well why don't you try and help me " i reached out to get something leaving my ass vulnerable to him.

Zhongli smirked to himself " oh I'll help you for sure.." he then proceeds to pull of m/n's pants. " Oi! What the fuck do you think you're doing" m/n tried to move away but Zhongli pushed his head onto his table " well I'm just trying to help what else do you think I'm doing" he chuckled. m/n's face was burning from embarrassment he tried his luck to move away.

M/n whimpered when his ass was spanked, Zhongli kept on spanking it until it was blooming red "w-wait ngh!" m/n's cries wasn't heard. Zhongli kept hitting it 20 more times. By the time he was done m/n's dick was already dripping with precum. " My my~ aren't you such a slut darling I spanked you 20 times and you're already leaking how adorable"

Zhongli licked his lip at the sight , he spreads m/n's cheek staring at m/n's puckered hole just aching to be filled. Zhongli shoved his fingers in stretching it wide , "u-ungh~♡" tears start streaming down m/n's face the pleasure he was receiving was to much. M/n grew frustrated when Zhongli kept missing his prostate. " Just fuck me already! You're to slow " m/n whined pushing his ass back to deepen Zhongli's fingers.

Zhongli pulled out his fingers, " tch..stupid slut only know how to please himself how selfish " he then shoved his fingers hard onto m/n's prostate. Leaving m/n in a crying mess " aAngh.. w-wait slow d..down~" when Zhongli stopped m/n let out a breath of relief. Suddenly Zhongli shoved his dick into m/n's ass , m/n let out a chocked moan he came at the sudden thrust. " Look at you just one thrust and you already came " Zhongli whispered huskily in m/n's ear.

Zhongli chuckled when m/n snapped out of his trance " wa..wait?" m/n looked at Zhongli puzzled. Zhongli gave m/n a smile " oh darling you still have plenty of work to be done I suggest you finish it up " m/n was speechless he felt like crying.

During the whole time m/n let's out breathy moans and whimpers , m/n then tightened up " now now I don't want you to abandon your work darling " Zhongli himself was holding back from fucking you hard. " but..I can do my work later please..fuck me " m/n was tearing up he was bouncing on Zhongli's dick but he was stopped by Zhongli's hand. The pulsing dick in his ass was too big , there was a little bump on m/n's stomach. Zhongli noticed it and pressed on the bump m/n let out a moan , Zhongli's dick twitched from the tightness. " Darling you're squeezing my dick to hard I might cum in you at this rate "

M/n couldn't focus anymore the only thing he wanted was to be destroyed by Zhongli. " please please please...fill me with your cum already breed me use me.." m/n let out a frustrated cry. Zhongli bit m/n's neck and leaving hickeys all over, " my little slut is so desperate but how could I decline a tempting offer. " Zhongli kissed m/n's neck. He pulls his dick and slamming it in again , m/n let out a chocked moan Zhongli starts thrusting roughly not giving time for m/n to comprehend anything.

" this is what you wanted right you fucking slut getting fucked hard and getting filled with me cum I might as well make you pregnant" Zhongli gritted his teeth , " y-yesh u..ungh~♡ I'm your slut A-anhh~ w..want to be pregnant mmgh♡ with your k..kids" m/n panted. Zhongli cummed deep inside m/n his thick cum coating m/n's wall , Zhongli draws back and thrusts , carving open m/n's tender insides. Molding them to the shape of his cock. Wet sounds can be heard everytime Zhongli thrusts back in.

Zhongli fuck him hard and fast , one hand is gripping m/n's thigh open while the other one is digging into m/n's hip. The classroom is filled with moaning and grunts , the tight heat surrounding Zhongli is driving him mad. Zhongli's movements quickened chasing his pleasure again. M/n squirmed in his lap , " I want to..c-cum m-mngh~"

" go ahead darling cum as much as you want but I'm not stopping" Zhongli feels the tight pool of heat in his gut. He emptied himself deep in m/n's body for the second time , m/n let out a loud moan cumming again. M/n was too tired, he and Zhongli shared a sloppy kiss. M/n saw Zhongli digging through his bag pulling out something, when Zhongli pulled out m/n let out a breathy moan. " u..ungh~.."

But then Zhongli shoved a buttplug inside him to avoid Zhongli's cum to flow out " w-what..?" . Zhongli smiled " darling this is only the beginning we'll be continuing this at home and I expect you to not take that out.." Zhongli had a sinister smile on his face and it sent shivers down m/n's spine "..you did say you wished to be pregnant with my children"

Before m/n could reply Zhongli already fixed his and m/n's clothing, he stood up and lifted m/n up bridal style. M/n yelped " I don't worry about your things darling get some rest there are things awaiting you at home " Zhongli chuckled at m/n's expression.

Oh how Inlove he is.

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a/n

It's been awhile since I write this kind of stories so bare with me I'll try and improve more for future stories

#bottom male reader #genshin impact x male reader

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yelenasdiary · 6 months

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Dirty Games

Pairing: Russian Professor! Yelena x College Student! Reader

Summary:After seeing your Professor, Yelena, at the bar with Professor Bishop you get a little jealous, so you pick up a random girl to make your favourite Professor jealous because you know she can’t do anything while she’s with a work colleague.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!, Smut, Dom! Yelena, Sub! Reader, Strap on Use, Language Warning, Mentions of Drinking, Daddy Kink, Public Sex, Expeditionist Kink, Exhibitionism Kink, Legal Age Gap, Abuse of Power, Degradation Kink | 1.1K

Translations:Detka (baby), Printsessa (princess), Папочка (daddy),

AC:Been a while in the making, thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy this xx @tonbelova25

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As Yelena sits with her work colleague, Kate, she can't help but watch as you grind and dance with another girl completely zoning out from whatever Kate is saying. "Yelena, Yelena! Did you hear what I just said?" Kate's voice breaks Yelena's focus on you, "What are you staring at anyway?" the brunette adds. Her eyes trying to follow Yelena's to see what on earth had her full attention.

"What? I, I'm not staring at anything, what were you saying?" Yelena lightly shakes her head before taking a mouthful of her drink, taking in another look of you from across the room.

"It doesn't matter" Kate chuckles, "When's this holiday you've been planning?" she asks to change the conversation from work.

After watching you mess around for way too long, Yelena decides she can't take it any longer, seeing what's hers dance all over someone else. You're just about to take it to the next level and kiss the stranger when a hand wraps around your wrist and drags you away.

You look up to see a very angry blonde Russian Professor, as she drags you into the nearest bathroom. When inside she pushes you up against the door as she locks it, "you've been a bad girl, detka! Grinding all over that thing out there, what am I going to do with you hmm?" She says in a possessive tone. You let out a whimper to which she smirks knowing that she has you right where she wants you.

As she stares at you intently and licks her lips, you mumble "I'm sorry, daddy."

"What was that printsessa?" Yelena asked to tease you.

You look in her eyes and then down to her lips "I said I'm sorry, daddy" you repeated. Yelena shook her head, "I don't think you are, how many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me huh?" she replied before crashing her lips against yours, kissing you roughly as little moans left your throat. Her hands wonder down to your waist, pulling you slightly closer to her if that was even possible.

"Jump detka" she husks out.

You jump slightly, wrapping your legs around her waist and your arms around her shoulders as she starts to leave her remark the dark marks that she left on your neck only days before all while she elicited moans out of you. Yelena's hands move to your ass squeezing it as you start to grind on her waist feeling her strap that only turns you on even more, you plead with her "please daddy."

The blonde pulls back, smirking at you, "please what detka? What do you want?" she asks, once more just to tease you.

"Fuck me, Папочка please! I need you"

Yelena's smirk only grew at the title you called her, "somebody has been doing their homework" she mumbled before her lips pressed against your neck once more as she placed you comfortably on the countertop of the public bathroom. "Stop teasing, please!" you begged while your Professor's hands slid up your dresses, brushing your thighs up and down while her lips explored your neck to your jawline back to your lips, "say it again" she whispered.

Feeling your soaked pussy clench around nothing, you wasted no time giving into her. "Please Папочка, fuck me! I need you so bad" you begged, watching her eyes ever so slightly light up at your pathetic state. A moan leaves your lips when you feel her fingers brush over your clothed pussy, "I've barely touched you and you're this wet?" Yelena almost chuckles as she pulls your panties down, you can't help but pull her closer, kissing her deeply before she works on releasing her strap on from her pants.

Muffled moans escaped the deepening kiss when you felt the tip of the fake cock slide up and down between your folds, using your arousal as a lubricant. A loud knock is heard on the door, "hurry up in there! Some of us need to pee!" a stranger calls out to which is only ignored by your moans as Yelena slides her strap inside your pussy, your walls already clenching around her.

"F-fuck!" you moaned, "so big!" you added as you took her inch by inch.

"I know printsessa, I brought a new one" Yelena replied, watching as your pussy sucked her length in, "god, look how needy you are! I bet that tramp out there doesn't get you this wet and needy huh?" Yelena added as she looked up at you to see you already nodding at her words, "only you daddy!" you replied.

Another loud banging on the bathroom door could be heard, Yelena turned her head as if she could see whoever was behind the door, "fuck off!" she yelled over the voice coming from the other side. Her anger sent a throb to your core before she began to thrust into you, pulling the toy out to the tip before pushing herself fully back inside you. She muffled your moans with her lips, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she helped you grind yourself on her strap.

"Maybe I should let that little whore you were dancing with come in here and show her who you belong too!" Yelena pulled back from your lips wanting to see how well you took her. A rather louder mouth left your lips at the thought which caused your Professor to smirk, "you like that? You want people to just how fucking wet you are for me huh? How well this pretty pussy takes my cock?" She teased knowing you loved the thought.

"Y-Yes daddy!" you moaned, throwing your head back leaving your neck fully exposed for Yelena to cover with her lips but instead you felt her thumb land on your clit. "Maybe I should unlock this door and let the whole night club know you're daddy's little slut!" she thrusted into you faster while her thumb worked tight circles around your clit.

"Daddy!! G'nna cum!" you rocked your body back and forth to match her thrusts.

"Not until you tell me who you belong to detka!" your professor replied, running her tongue over her lips.

"You! I b-belong to you!"

"I can't hear you detka, what was that?" Yelena teased with a smirk, her actions speeding up. You were unable to control your moans, your release the edge, "P-please!" you begged.

"Say it again" Yelena demanded.

"I'm y-yours!" you moaned loudly, "I'm only yours d-daddy!" you broke, unable to hold your orgasm any longer, you came around her strap. Luckily for you, your professor wasn't mad about you not waiting for her permission, instead she wrapped her arms around you and held you close as she slowed her thrusts, letting you ride out your high. "I don't ever want to see you throwing yourself at somebody else ever again" Yelena spoke softly into your ear as you came down from your high.

You couldn't help but smirk at her words knowing that your little game worked, you got what you wanted and you'd do it again without a second thought.

#fanfiction #yelena belova #marvel #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova smut #Russian Professor! Yelena #Kinktober #black widow

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Fun Classes - Professor!Wanda x Reader [Kinktober]

Summary: A little fun with Professor Maximoff during class.

Warnings: (+18), dom!reader, bottom!Wanda, vibrator use, heavy teasing and edging. | Words: 1.512k

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--//--

The lesson was about some white novelist of the twentieth century, and unlike Kate or Yelena, sitting on either side of you and writing down every one of Miss Maximoff's words, you were much more attentive to other things.

From the outline of the suit on the breast area of the most beautiful woman, you had ever seen in your life, to the way her words seemed to come out shaky and out of breath. To everyone else in the room, Wanda must have seemed excited about the lesson - the way she paused and sighed, gesticulated too much or held the chalk tighter than necessary.

But you knew better. In fact, you were the one who was increasing and decreasing the rhythm of the vibration of the toy buried deep in her under her pants, having the best time in the world while Wanda struggled to finish a class.

You blinked, a smile playing on your lips as your finger slid across the cell phone screen, increasing the frequency almost enough to make Wanda's knees buckle and make her choke mid-explanation.

People noticed, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink. You took pity and turned down the vibration.

"Is everything all right, Miss Maximoff?" It was Peter Parker, from the front row, who asked. Wanda immediately looked at you from the back of the room, but diverted the next second, an excuse forming on the tip of her tongue now that the vibration was weak and allowed her to think properly.

You watched her lie about a headache and end the class with an apology, and soon, the chairs around you began to empty.

Your last name was called out, but you had your backpack on already.

"Sorry, Miss Maximoff, I have basketball practice now. Don't wanna be late." You retorted to the woman leaning on the table, aware of Kate and Yelena waiting for you at the door. Wanda hesitated.

"C-can't it just be for a second? It's important...about your final grade."

You licked your lips, almost giving in because Wanda looked desperate, and thinking about how wet she must feel now sends a wave of heat straight to your core. But you don't fall for it, because Wanda knows very well that your irritation is well founded in her interactions with the annoying and inconvenient Math Teacher.

"Sorry, Miss Maximoff, I'm kind of the star of the team." You joke and she has to hide her frustration because your friends are still at the door, chuckling at your joke. You have a little pity when you see her expression, and offer her a small smile when you retort, "Can we discuss this later? After practice?"

Wanda nods almost immediately and tries to cover it up with a fake coldness the next second. "Come see me after the last period. I'll wait in my office."

"Of course, Miss Maximoff, and please don't fix anything yourself." You tease and she chokes softly, making you smile mischievously. "My grades, of course. I'll think of a solution, don't try to solve the problem all alone."

Wanda swallows dryly, nodding and you offer one last innocent smile before turning away.

–//–

Vibrators can have an unlimited range, which was terrible for someone who had five classes ahead of her.

Wanda knew that you were annoyed with her - rightly so, she may have purposely laughed more than necessary at Professor Simon's comments when she saw you in the hallway - and so she spent the day trying to function normally apart from the insistent vibration in between her legs.

Every time she got used to the rhythm and stopped sweating, you changed the frequency from wherever the hell you were. She nearly moaned in the middle of a narrative about Romanticism in the 20th Century, and had to excuse herself about three times in the same class just to keep from sliding to the floor with the way her knees were giving way.

You kept her on the edge all day, and by the time the last period was coming up, Wanda was practically collapsing.

She dismissed the class almost thirty minutes beforehand, practically laying back against the armchair when the room was empty, the toy still vibrating inside her making her close her eyes and take a few deep breaths.

You took your time to Wanda's classroom. You had the last period free and spent much of it changing the speed of the toy buried in your girlfriend, amusing yourself by imagining her pussy twitching and dripping, always close to climax but never satisfied.

You were not so surprised to find the room empty, although you were impressed that Wanda was so desperate to relieve herself that she would risk being caught by any other student, since there she was in her own armchair, one hand cupping her right breast beneath her blouse and the other clenched tightly in her own lap - her hips moving in the air trying to follow the rhythm of the toy.

You walked slowly towards her, locking the door behind you, and Wanda was so absorbed in her own actions that she didn't hear you - much less see you, her eyes closed tightly as she tried to cum.

You licked your lips, and leaned against one of the front tables, enjoying the show.

The muffled moans began to sound like whimpers of pleasure, so you grabbed your cell phone from your pocket and give Wanda a reason to scream.

Once the speed was increased to the maximum, she reacted immediately. Her back arched in the chair, and she opened her eyes in shock, her mouth opening in a perfect circle, a loud moan ripping through her throat.

You offered her a corner smile. "Enjoying yourself, darling?"

Knowing that you were watching sent a rush of heat straight to her abdomen. Wanda choked, her face contorting with pleasure.

"Please, malysha" She begged, fingers moving frantically under her blouse, to tease and squeeze her nipple. You laughed dryly, cell phone in hand to change the frequency again and steal her orgasm once more. Wanda cried, her hips jerking. You bite your lips when you realize she came - The overstimulation must have made her so sensitive to the point that any touch made her come, even with the control off. Your own intimacy pulsed with the image.

"Tsk, you're so easy." You mocked, turning off the toy and leaving your cell phone on the table to approach her. Wanda was panting, trying to recover from the intense climax, but you didn't care much - You grabbed the collar of her blouse and kissed her hard enough to make her whimper. She immediately responded, albeit with difficulty, but you broke the kiss with a bite on her lip. "I told you not to fix it yourself. Do you have a problem with orders, Miss Maximoff?"

She groaned, one hand gripping the wrist of yours that was still holding her shirt. "You were so mean today, malysha, you can't blame me."

"Oh, but I can." You retort meekly, releasing her shirt to bring your hand to her cheek and caress her skin. "You have a whole list of mischief, don't you? Flirting with that asshole, touching yourself against my will, and now cumming without permission..." You committed, brushing your lips against theirs, and Wanda gasped softly.

"Will you punish me?" She teases in a husky voice, and you grunt softly, a reaction that makes her smile.

"What do you suggest, Wands? That I leave you on the edge for more hours? Or mark every inch of your body? Maybe I should turn that beautiful ass of yours the same color of your hair..."

"Fuck, yes to all of those." She retorts pulling your wrist and kissing you hard.

It doesn't take long to get hungrier and more desperate, and you take the opportunity to slide a hand down to the middle of Wanda's legs, enjoying the way she squirms, throwing her hips against you. But just when the pressure is what she needs, you move your hand away.

"Let's start your punishment now, then." You clarify, kissing her short a few times, and ignoring her frustrated cry.

"No, please, just make me cum once..." She tries, grabbing your shoulders but you laugh.

"Once more you mean." You retort as you pull away completely, leaving the armchair to reach for your cell phone.

Wanda huffs in irritation and you turn the vibrator back on, at a frequency too low for her to come, but enough to bother.

"How about we go get pizza? I'm starving." You say casually as you tidy up your messy clothes, and Wanda bites her tongue to keep from cursing. You smile, moving closer to kiss her cheek. "If you behave yourself, the reward will be worth it, Miss Maximoff."

Her eyes light up. "Really?"

You bite your lips. "I'll let you choose your prize, how about that?"

She nods, ignoring the trembling of her own body to get up, and you offer your arm to her with a smile playing on your lips.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #kinktober 2022 #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines

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mybworlds · 1 month

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Sex with stranger, p. 2 one-shot

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: You, your beautiful sociolinguistic teacher, in his office.

rating: 18+ MDNI

warning tags: porn with lil plot, no use of Y/N, no outbreak, use of 'you', age difference not specified, smut, use of pet name, dirty talk, f & m masturbation, unprotected P in V, oral m & f receiving, if I miss smt please write me.

Before to start... it wasn't supposed to be a sort of second part of my previous one-shot, but I woke up with this idea and here it is, I don't know what came out of it, I hope it doesn't suck.

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

How the fuck is this even possible?

You keep telling yourself, as you try to take notes as much as you can while straining to forget that you are listening to the man you fucked and he fucked you not even two hours ago and that fucking man is your professor, that professor, not just anybody, your sociolinguistics professor and now how the fuck are you going to follow his next classes and take the exam?

Is he going to be thinking the same thing?

Hard to say, he has an impenetrable look, his words roll off his mouth with a fluidity that enchants you, you should forget that with that mouth he addressed you quite vulgar words and even licked your nipples, you sit in the chair feeling uncomfortable taking notes on Saussure and structuralism.

"Well, class is over. But if ya need clarification, I’m in my office. The door is at the bottom left, thank ya." says Dr Miller dismissing you, as he begins to arrange the books and papers he showed in class.

Everyone goes down the stairs, someone comes to him to ask when he receives, others just to thank him for the class, you stay in the middle of the stairs holding the book and the notebook to your chest, you have to tell him that his class was enlightening? Or you must be as cocky as you were in the elevator?

You used to be allowed to be, you fucked a stranger, but now that you know you fucked Dr Miller is different, does that affect your college GPA? You’re gonna fail on this regardless?

"Class is over." says a voice, his own, bringing you back to reality "D' ya want some clarification?"

Do you want it? Yes.

" Yes." you just answer looking him in the eye.

"Well, follow me," he tells you taking his bag and walking out of the classroom, you follow him. He doesn't say anything nor do you know what to say to him, your footsteps echo in the hallway, you pass a few students from time to time, and Dr. Miller waves to colleagues by raising his hand in greeting. You arrive in front of a door on which there is a plaque with his name on it, you see him slip the key into the lock, turn it, and finally open the door.

"Come in," he says to you and you comply. The office interior is extremely formal, clean and neat just as he looks, you turn back to him and see him turn the key, when he looks up he realizes that you are watching him "So no one bothers us," he adds by way of clarification, you nod.

"It doesn't bother you…" you are about to say, but your words get stuck as you see him move closer to you and close the distance between you and him, he pounces on your lips as with his hands he slides your jacket down your arms again.

"No," he answers you guessing your question, "in fact it turns me on even more." he says towering above you.

For a moment you wonder if he fucked other students before and then dumped them and flunked the exam and that's why they call him a bastard or an asshole, but you don't have time to wonder because feeling his moist lips on your neck makes you stop thinking.

"Aren't you afraid someone will hear us?" you ask him, closing your eyes as he fumbles with the buttons on your shirt, moving away from your neck and looking into your eyes.

"D' ya want clarification on today’s lesson, right?" he asks taking off your jacket and shirt and you guess the game.

"Yes." you reply swallowing.

He leaves you another quick kiss on your lips, then says, as he unzips your skirt "Well, tell me about the notes you took," you are already almost completely naked in his eyes and speaking will be very difficult "I know you have a good memory, I'm listening." he adds starting to kiss you on your breasts still covered by your bra feeling your nipples hardening in response to his mouth.

You close your eyes and swallow feeling your heartbeat going fast "Saussure is considered the father of modern linguistics, he was born in Gen…" it's so difficult to concentrate on your words when his mouth is on your breasts and his hands on your hips holding you still against his desk "Geneva" you manage to say biting your lower lip "in 1857 and died in 1913, he was a linguist and semiotician, he's most famous for his study of structuralism…" you interrupt yourself because he makes you sit on his desk and lay down, oh God… you will never be able to speak if he…

"Go on." he says lowering your briefs showing you to him, he brings your legs over his shoulders and you stare at the ceiling without really doing so, you close your eyes and swallow and then resume "He proposes the study of the language understanding" your voice rises a pitch as you feel his fingers open your folds and his tongue explore inside you "Oh, fuck! " escapes you as you feel his tongue inside you and touching that little bundle of nerves with his angular nose, a louder moan escapes your lips and he pulls away from you "As much as I love to hear you, you must be quiet." he admonishes you looking into your eyes veiled with desire "Rather, you were saying that Saussure proposed the study of the language as an autonomous system, right?" you nod looking at him "Well, go on," he adds lowering himself between your legs again taking you back to let you see stars behind your closed eyes from the strong pleasure you are experiencing.

"It is a system of signs that emphasize the system rather than the individual elements, in fact…. " you stop and a sigh escapes from your lips, feeling his expert tongue fumbling in your folds and his hands on your hips make you gasp, your vision blurring, as you feel the orgasm mounts more and more over you, his hands that reach your breasts freeing them from the bra cups and begin to tease deliciously your nipples turning and twisting them between his fingertips are a coup de grace, you come pressing your hand on your mouth.

Fuck, you came between his lips and it was beautiful.

He helps you sit up on the desk and kisses you overwhelmingly, feeling your arousal on his tongue sends more rushes of pure lust down your spine.

"Are you turned on too?" you ask him looking in his eyes.

He grins, "Judge for yourself." he replies, you look down and see it, it's still covered by his pants, but his huge erection is clearly visible.

"You're making me wet again," you say slipping a hand through his dark hair and kissing him again "You're way overdressed," you add as you begin to undress him by getting off the desk.

"I thought you wanted clarification," he tells you as you slip off his shirt and then move to the waistband of his pants.

"You just gave 'em to me," you say looking at him with a complicit grin, "You are so big," you add as you fully release his erection.

"Seeing and hearing you come turns me on," he confesses.

"And what else turns you on?" you ask as you kneel down and look up into his face.

"Right now?" he asks looking down to you.

"Right now, generally," you urge him, kissing his mushroom tip of his cock and licking along his evident vein.

"Have power over others, see a beautiful girl kneeling in front of me as you are doing now, take you from behind, see the effect I have on you, I want to see your face while I fuck you this time." he responds panting as you begin to suck and lick his huge erection, it's wonderful.

You place your hands on his hips as you begin to pump his erection feeling it if possible grow even bigger between your lips, he begins to moan softly and this sends more rushes of lust making you even wetter.

"How many blowjobs have you had in your life?" he asks as he slips a hand through your hair and pushes your head even further toward him, you are almost afraid of choking, but at the moment you don't care. You look up at the totally distorted features of his face and that pushes you to suck and lick even harder, he moans and growls louder and louder until he puts his hands in your hair letting out a long loud moan, "I'm gonna..." he tries to say, but you know what he wants to say, streams of hot seed invade your mouth and partly on the sides of your mouth, you moan swallowing every drop of him.

"Oh, fuck." he groans closing his eyes.

You turn your lips away from his cock breathing deeply, then he helps you up and takes you to a couch where he makes you lie down. You open your legs to welcome him and he immediately accepts your invitation, he lays his hands on the sides of your head caging you, but you are not at all afraid nor do you pull back, you are too involved, you want to feel him sink inside you. He kisses you languidly a couple of times, then probes your intimacy with his fingers feeling how ready you are for him, you moan closing your eyes.

Oh his hands are so expert.

He kisses your neck while he touches your pussy with three fingers, you moans louder and louder.

"I knew it was even hotter see your face while I was fucking you, little girl." you can't reply, all you can do is receive his touch and feeling your orgasm mount again.

He replaces his finger with his cock inside you. Both of you hold your breath as his cock sinks easily into your flesh.

"You are so soft and so wet," he whispers to your ear.

"You are so big, fuck," you whisper biting your lower lip.

He immediately starts pumping fast inside you, you don't think you will last long, your vision is blurred and you moan without restraint forgetting what he told you earlier, but he does the same, he tries unsuccessfully to stifle his moans and expletives.

Suddenly, Joel holds you by the back of your neck and tilts your head down to make you watch while he fucked you.

It's too much, you're fucked out.

You see his eyes become darker as he looks at your face, your watering eyes and your tits wince at his thrusts.

His thrusts are stronger, deeper as he buries his cock between your soaked folds.

“I love your cunt, 's so tight, so wet for me.” he says while the only noises you hear are his cock sucked in and out of you and his heavy balls against you.

You're totally fucked out, brain foggy as you stare up at him with glazed eyes.

"Oh, fuck I'm cumming." he warns you in a broken voice.

You wrap him by tightening your legs against his hips and making him if possible sink even deeper inside you "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you curse again and again as you feel streams of his hot seed invade you again while you surround his neck with your arms.

You moan in unison as you close your eyes.

"You are an incredible fuck," he comments with his eyes closed placing his sweaty forehead against yours. You would like to retort something, anything, but at the moment words fail you, "Come to me whenever you want."

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Retaliation: Jason Todd x plus-size!fem! reader

“You should not be staying here alone.”

“Hm?” Y/N was more focused on the chocolate pudding in front of her than the words her boyfriend shot her direction.

“You should not be staying here alone” he repeated rolling his eyes at her obliviousness.

“I’m not alone.” she licked the spoon before continuing “Alfred is here. Besides, I believe that Wayne manor has all sort of crazy technology protection measures, right? Some of them of my invention?”

“Still, I don’t like the idea…..”

“Come on, Jace.” She took a step forward, dessert in her hand. No matter what she was not willingly giving up on her piece of sweet “it’s not the first time and most definitely not the last. Why are you getting paranoid now?”

“Not sure…. Maybe it’s the instinct.”

“Maybe it’s the urge to avoid patrol with Grayson.” She smirked

“I’ll ditch him within ten seconds from the start of it and you know it. I think it’s rather the urge to not leave you alone with that chocolate thing.”

“Get the hell away from my pudding!” she yelled and rushed through the door to save herself from Jason’s greedy hands .

***

It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to stay at the manor for the night. Sometimes, she was accompanying Oracle in the batcave, some other working on her tech stuff, but still she was present there. This time however, she needed peace. Of course it was hard to focus on anything while Jason was out in the field, going full crazy with his guns and stuff, getting himself in danger, but Y/N had to force herself to try and get some rest. So instead of staying in the four walls, she decided to take a bit of fresh air. If you can even talk about fresh air in Gotham City. Still, grabbing her jacket and a pair of favorite fingerless gloves she sneaked a peek into the kitchen when Alfred was busy baking.

“Alfred.”

“Miss Y/n” the butler turned around from the counter and smiled at her. “Going somewhere?”

“Just gotta clear my mind. A lot has been going on lately.”

“Surely it did. But please, don’t be long. I may need help with preparations.”

“The feast for our fearless protectors?” the girl smiled wildly, a chuckle escaping her mouth.

“that’s one way to describe them.” Alfred smiled back lightly

“ Are you preparing your cookies?”

“I do.”

“Then I will be back in a heartbeat. That’s the only way to ensure I will get at least one of it.”

***

She did not come back in a heartbeat. She did not come back in an hour and after that time Alfred became a bit worried. Trying to keep calm he went down to the batcave to consult with Barbara, who being herself, immediately took the action, searching long and wide for any sign of Y/n. The thing she found was far from good news.

***

"Who the hell is she?"

"I don't really know. She was in the manor so....."

"You idiot!" the first man smacked the first one on the head "Were you thinking at all?!"

"Relax, Denver, maybe we can actually benefit from it. If she was at the manor she probably has some value to Wayne or one of his sons...."

"Denver ?" Y/N couldn’t help a single laugh despite the bag on her head blocking her vision and the fact that situation was far from funny "Have you guys been watching Money Heist much?"

"You shut up or I'll help you" with a single harsh move her vision was back and she squinted trying to prevent eyes from the light.

"Let me guess" her gaze focused on the man in front of her. "If you're Denver, since you really act like the most impulsive one, than he "she motioned towards the man by the wall "must be Marseille, the intermediary between you two" . And you....." she looked at he one acting like the leader of the group "let me guess, you're Berlin? Or did you go straight for the name of Professor?"

"You talk a lot for someone who's just been captured....." the leader took a few steps forward "But you're good, I'll give you that. I go by Berlin, indeed. Now, let's see the pretty face Marseille got for us.... Oh, fuck....." the sudden change of tone and unexpected word got his accomplices on high alert.

"What happened boss?" the man who called himself Denver stuttered.

"Do you know who she is? Do you freaking now who that fucking one is? You've captured Red Hood's girl!"

"Wait.... How do you know....?" Y/N stuttered

"We got our ways, sunshine. Now, this is not going to be nice for you....." he smirked reaching for the knife resting on the nearby table and his wild face expression made Y/N shiver.

Oh, no.......

***

“Red?” getting in touch with Jason to drop the news to him was far from the preferred way to spend the night, but Babs really had no choice in the matter if she wanted to save her friend.

“Kinda busy here, Oracle.”

“this is rather important.”

“Everything is rather important. I can’t really do three things at once. You got four vigilantes running loose so why don’t you…..”

“It’s about Y/n.” she specified. Time was of the essence in this case so she was trying to use as little words as possible only to get Jason going. Of course that informing any other member of the family was an option, but eventually Red Hood would find out what happened and flatten everyone and everything for not letting him know first. After all, Y/N was his girlfriend. No one else’s. And it wasn;t like he was underlying it proudly at every time possible.

“What about her?” for a moment the only sound echoing through the comms were bangs and some screams, clear sign that a single mention of her name and possibility of her being in danger got his mind spinning and his action more violent. And then Jason came back “What happened?”

***

It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

The guys who captured her were surely not the ones to joke around and make empty promises. Once they realized who she was they tried everything to get her to talk and spill Red’s secret identity. Not that she was going to talk of course, but the price to pay for silence was extremely hard.

“Damn it, you bitch!” Denver yelled and punch her straight in the face, hitting an eye and she could feel the bruise forming. “You better talk right now or….”

“Denver.” Berlin spoke calmly “Please, the girl is our guest. Is that how you treat your guests? I don’t really think so. “ he took a step towards her, grabbing her swollen face in his hand and making her look at him “it would be a shame to mutilate such pretty face…..”

“Screw you” she spat but it only made the man laugh

“You see, gentlemen. This little one has to be taught some manners. It’s a shame Joker is not in town tonight, he would show you the real meaning behind the words “big mouth.”

“Screw you ….” She repeated, but this time it came out weaker. Maybe it was because of the fact that for whatever seemed like an eternity now she was tortured with the use of every tool and every method possible. She was tied to the chair, her hands bind behind her, wrist swollen and purple because of the cut of the blood supply. She had sprained ankle which hurt like hell and many deep cuts on her legs which allowed the blood to drip freely making her feel hazy and dizzy. She also had countless bruises all over her arms and possibly dislocated shoulder. And now, also a black eye. Her head was hanging low and she was losing all the motivation to fight, not that she was going to show it to them.

“You are so stubborn, aren’t you? why don’t we start again then?” Berlin reached towards the table and grabbed something that looked like giant nail clippers “Step by step. First, you tell me who is the Red Hood. Then I’d like to know about the Nightwing. And last, but not least, Batman.”

“There is clearly something wrong with your priorities” the sudden hit in the chest made her cough and much to her terror she saw some blood coming from her mouth.

“every time you refuse to cooperate I will pull one of your fingernails.” Berlin moved closer to the chair and twisted her arm painfully, placing her finger between the claws.

“He’s going to get to you, you know…..” she whispered “he’ll find you and then…..”

“Then what, sunshine?” Marseille, silent until now joint the discussion pulling her head back and squeezing her already hurt neck, putting another knife to it. “You still think he can save you? You watch to many movies….”

“What good will it come to you if you kill me?” she panted, her heartrate picking up significantly “you still won’t know who he is underneath that mask. You’ll be left in the dark, so what is the whole point of….Auch!”

“You still don’t get it, doll, do you? We’re just sending a signal here. You see, your loverboy interfered with some of our business and let me tell you, there were consequences for us. Not the kind you like. So this…” Marseille motioned towards her broken figure “is just a collateral damage. You are a collateral damage. A lucky coincidence we captured you since it was not planned. But it will get to Hood. And when he comes….” He laughed viciously “we’ll be ready.”

“Screw…..”

“You said that before and it got you nowhere, sweetheart. Again then. Who is Red Hood?” once again the clipper got really close to her finger and Y/N gulped loudly.

“Why don’t you just ask the object of your interest?” familiar, yet modulated by the helm voice reverberated from the right upper corner of the barn the men were keeping Y/n.

“Look who decided to drop by.” Berlin smiled wildly, especially when he noticed the gun pointed at him. “now, now, Red. We all know you are way past your killing days, don’t you.”

“I can make exceptions” Jason’s gaze travelled towards Y/N who was now almost unconscious on that fucking chair, blooded, bruised, exhausted, tortured. And still with Marseille’s knife at her throat. Jason had to be extremely careful now.

“You want to add to your girl’s trauma? Poor thing has been through so much….. Believe me, we have very vivid imagination when it comes to retaliation.”

“I can assure you, it could never compare to mine.” Jason took a step forward, now almost having the gun at Berlin’s forehead “Easy, Hood. One wrong move and Marseille’s going to cut her throat without any inhibitions. “

“What do you want?” Jay’s voice broke slightly

“Take off your mask and expose yourself or… you know” Berlin made a very unambiguous gesture. “You can’t win this round, you know it. There are three against one, even you are not that good.”

“I’ve dealt with worse….”

“But not when the life of someone you love was at stake.”

Jason hesitated. He could easily take all of the men down, but could he be fast enough to save her as well? He knew Marseille, that one was a devil in disguise, the most unpredictable opponent, never acting like he was expected to. Once again, his gaze travelled to Y/N and his heart clenched. For a while her consciousness was back and he looked him straight into the eyes, her own filled with tears, fear and so much pain. She shook her head slowly, silent begging for him to not surrender for her sake, but Marseille pulled her by the hair and she stopped. It was the moment Jason could not take it anymore. His brain stopped functioning. Let them know who he was. Let them. If it means that Y/n would be kept safe he would go for it.

“Fine….” He muttered reaching up to remove the helmet.

“No! No, don’t, please, please!” Y/n yelled and the second that voice came from her things happened too fast to comprehend.

Nightwing and Red Robin came out of nowhere, heading straight towards Marseille who immediately yanked Y/N up using her as a shield. At the same time Robin went at Berlin from behind, tackling him to the ground. In such circumstances Jason fired a single shot into Denver’s leg eliminating him from the equation for good. However, the other two were not so easy to give up. Berlin got up from the floor and attacked Jason, showing unusual fighting skills, which were a bit surprising yet still not sufficient to beat Red Hood. It only took a couple seconds when he was back on the ground being beaten to death by the anti-hero.

“You hurt her!” he yelled “You should die for that!” at this point Jason did not care where his punches and kicks landed. In all his blind fury, the only image behind his eyes was Y/N, broken, scared, injured…. This only fueled his rage and made the motions more violent and powerful. He was so oblivious of what was happening that it took Dick’s interference to bring him back to reality.

“Hood!” he yelled

“Fuck off, Grayson!”

“She needs you!”

Those three little words worked like a magic spell. Jason immediately dropped unconscious Berlin, whose face was now more like a bloody pulp than anything else and looked about. Marseille was down as well, now getting tied up by Damian and a few meters further he noticed Y/N’s limp body, her head resting on Tim’s lap. The boy stood up abruptly, pushing away Dick and fall on his knees next to her, slowly and gently getting her in his arms, careful not to cause any more damage. It only took him a second to notice the deep cut on her throat and a pool of blood. Her blood.

“y/n…. no, no, no, no….” Without hesitation he took the cape Tim handed him and was trying to use it to block the bleeding “Baby, please, stay with me….Please” he sobbed noticing her breath getting more and more shallow.

“Jay….” She stuttered reaching for his cheek and cupping it gently, her hand so limp when he put his own bigger over hers. Limp and cold and pale just like her whole face.

“hush, baby. Save your strength. Just hold on to me, all right? It’s gonna be all right. You’re gonna be alright. Just don’t let go….” His grip on her grew stronger and stronger while she was becoming more pale and weak and started coughing.

“I’m….. I’m sorry…. Jay…..” she closed her eyes and took a desperate breath “I…. I love you…..”

“No, no, no, no! Don’t you dare dying on me! You hear me? I forbid you!” his hands were stained with her blood. A stain he knew he could never clean, no matter how hard he would try.

“Bossing me…. around…. Huh?”

‘I know you like it when I do that…” he brushed a strand of hair from her bloody face and rested his forehead on hers, closing eyes in silent desperation. Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me.

“And yet, I never….. “ she coughed “never listened”

“Make an exception this time” he pleaded, tears falling from his eyes. “I can’t lose you…. Y/N, baby…..”

“Jay…” she whispered, eyes blurry, losing contact with reality. All the light that her gaze usually held slowly dying with each faint heartbeat. If only he could ......

"Jason...."

“I told you to fuck off Dickhead!” he spat at his brother, not caring what the oldest had to say at the moment.

“The help is here” Dick motioned towards the paramedics rushing through the warehouse door. “Come on, let them work, it’s not too late….. Jay?”

The view of big, scary Red Hood kneeling next to the girl who was the love of his live, holding her close to his chest, while sobbing, rocking back and forth and repeatedly kissing her forehead muttering some incoherent words was heartbreaking for everyone. And there was nothing either of the boys could do.

“Miracles like this don’t happen…..” Jason sobbed while Y/N’s body was practically ripped off his embrace by paramedics and put into the ambulance, while his brothers held him back, preventing from beating the medics. “I lost her….. I lost Y/n…..”

Possible part 2 - let me know if you want another part of angst, mourning and heartache.

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genre: smut, porn with a bit of plot, flatmate!matty x fem!reader, dom!matty x sub!reader

summary: after a bit too much wine at a game night, you worry matty learned things he never would have never wanted to know about his flatmate, but he assures you you aren’t as weird as you think.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: this is smut, please do not read this if you're under 18 or uncomfortable with sexual content!! specific warnings include: swearing, alcohol consumption, they're both a bit self conscious but only briefly, crying, (VERY MINOR) who hurt you troupe bc I'm a whore for it, reader is worried about being kinkshamed/implications she has been in the past, dom/sub dynamics, praise, degradation (consensual), unprotected sex (don't do this), choking, spitting, hair pulling, spanking, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), aftercare, fluff, matty being a little softie after sex

a/n: I haven't written anything in a while so I apologize if this is rusty! I also do not proof read so there may be some mistakes, and as always please let me know if I missed a warning and I will add it on. Happy reading! :)

"Never have I ever...." Your friend trails off, swirling the contents of her wine glass absently in her hand. Her living room is packed but all the attention is on her as she speaks. A sudden blast of nostalgia from college collides into you: you sitting in your much smaller common room with her and your group of classmates, drunk off cheap beer as you swap horror stories about professors and dating. She had always been the most gripping and magnetic person you knew. Someone who could pull all of your darkest, deepest secrets out of the folds of your mind before you even realized.

Or maybe it was the expensive wine that she always had stocked now that you were adults.

"Oh! Never have I ever made someone choke me during sex." A few flickers of laughter go up around the room, and you watch as some couples proudly throw back gulps of their drinks. Your mind whirrs, suddenly self conscious at the idea of someone seeing you take a drink, but you do it anyway. There's so many people here, and so many of them are drunk that it's unlikely anyone would remember anyway. You take a hearty gulp and feel the pleasant buzz settle in your veins, whether from the alcohol or the quiet liberation of admitting one of your darkest desires like this.

Her question seems to have inspired a new theme of the game, as the next person in line slurs, "never have I ever been spit on and liked it." Less people offer up their admittance than on the last round, and your face flushes as you try to subtly bring your glass to your mouth. Your eyes dart around, drunkenness making you feel sleepy. The room was mostly occupied by your coworkers and friends of friends, all people that you could elect to never see again if you had to, and a wash of relief has you taking another sip of wine- this one just for enjoyment.

"Never have I ever let someone I'm hooking up with come inside me." Even you have to laugh at the absurdly sexual way the game began to go, but you jovially drain the last of your wine, throwing your head back lavishly as a round of jeers go up in the circle around the coffee table.

Your head is back upright, warm and swimming with intoxication as you giggle in spite of yourself. Remnants of wine stick on your lips and you lick them, trying to pry off the last of the sweet taste. Your body feels so heavy and so light at the same time: flying and sinking with intoxication and the inherent comfort that comes with it. Your eyes flutter open, mostly because you're afraid you really could fall asleep right on the couch if you keep them shut. As soon as the visual world comes back to you, you see him.

Matty, your generous flatmate who always accompanies you to these parties when he has the time, standing just behind the seated circle of people in the game who you now notice are beginning to disperse. The sight of him is sobering. How long had he been standing there? The rest of these people were inconsequential to the rest of your life, but Matty? You share a home with him, cook each other dinner, and swap each others' laundry, and pick up medicine when the other is sick.

Nerves curl in your stomach. If he had seen all of that, he definitely would think you're a freak, a sexual deviant. Maybe he would want to terminate his lease and you would be forced to find a new place. You suddenly feel dizzy as he approaches.

Handsome as ever, he pushes a hand through his already wild curls and plops onto the couch beside you. He hums thoughtfully, examining your face closely; the flush of your cheeks, the unhinged look you're sure is present in your eyes. As hard as you try, your intoxicated mind can't comprehend the emotions showing on his own face.

About all you can muster to think is "handsomehandsomehandsome" as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth before prying the empty wine glass from your hand.

"We've got to get going," he says to someone as you stand with him, slightly wobbly in your platformed sneakers. You wave at your friend and manage to support yourself long enough to make it out of her front door. The night air is thick and sticky with humidity but Matty keeps an arm around your shoulders as you go down the stairs, silently ensuring you don't wipe out and skin your knee again.

"Thanks," you finally speak once you're onto the familiar even sidewalk back to your flat. He just hums, dark eyes sparkling under the street lamps dotted along the path.

"You didn't drink?" You ask, suddenly realizing that he seemed remarkably steady tonight.

"'course I did," he wiggles his flask from his jean pocket and waves it in front of you, "I'm just not a lightweight." You sigh, throwing your arms up dramatically. He's already giggling before you even begin to defend yourself.

"I didn't get drunk off of the one glass, Matthew! I actually had three tonight. And I didn't even get sleepy till the last one."

"Sleepy? Is that the word for it?" His voice is clipped as you make the final turn to your street, the looming complex you call home only yards away. Your brow furrows at his tone.

"What are you implying?" You stop, arms crossed defensively over your chest. He deflates, visibly dropping at your change in demeanor as if it wasn't him who caused it.

"Seriously, Y/N? We're almost home." You don't budge and he relents. "Sorry, that was rude of me. I know you're sleepy, let's go. Please? Forget I said anything." You sigh, appreciating the candid look of relief on his face when you start to walk again, all the way until you're into the safety of your bed.

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"Oh, fuck," you grimace upon waking up. You have no idea what time it is, but sunlight is streaming in through the crack in your curtains, and you can faintly hear the sounds of the tv down the hallway. You know that your hair is tangled, and it's a miracle that you even bothered to change out of your clothes before bed.

You grasp for your phone and sit up, cursing the throbbing headache that always comes with getting wine drunk. You start picking up pieces of the night in your memory like loose change: a selfie here, a bump into a guy from accounting there, a handful of pretzels tossed into your mouth by your friend, the game of never have I ever-oh.

Shit. You swallow hard, listening for the noises downstairs, and the confirming shuffle of Matty's footsteps makes you freeze. Shit, how much had he heard? You meant to ask about it last night but lacked the cognitive ability for such a thing.

Your stomach bottoms out as you think, practicing different ways to approach it in your head.

Hey, did you hear about all of my weird sex stuff last night?

Hey buddy, learned anything about me recently that changed your view of me as a person and now you want to move out?

Hi Matty, thanks for coming with me to the party and getting us home, did you see me admit to liking being spit on?

Each idea was worse than the last, and a shiver of fear runs up your neck. You had always expected to have to deal with some differences in this living agreement, and had before, but never about something like this. Okay, maybe you could just avoid him until you came up with a good way to ask? Or maybe it would never come up at all? Perhaps he really hadn't been in the room the whole time. And worse case scenario, you have time to think about it. You could crawl right back into bed and pretend to sleep all day and-

"Y/N? You're up, right?" Matty's voice sounds from right outside the door, strong and clear. You consider ignoring him but he nudges on the door and it swings open just a bit, revealing him clutching onto a bakery to go box. He smiles bright when he sees you upright and takes a step into your room.

"Brought you a cinnamon roll,” he smiles the small, earnest smile that you don’t even think he realizes he does, and your heart melts. Surely this is a sign off goodwill.

You thank him and take the box, immediately flipping the lip open and staring down at the pastry. Your stomach rumbles at the scent so you dig in, flakes of dough falling off and back into the box as you eat. Matty stays silently in your doorway until you vaguely gesture at your bed, inviting him to sit as you chew.

He perched himself at the foot of your bed: hair messy under the hood of his favorite old sweatshirt and his hands tucked endearingly under his thighs, as if he’s waiting for something.

You finish your bite and raise an eyebrow at him, hoping that he voices whatever he wants or needs from you. Not that you didn’t love just spending time together or the random act of kindness, but faint alarm bells were still ringing at the possibility of what he learned last night. Neither of you were prudes: you’d had your fair amount of conversations about hook ups throughout your years as friends, but it still felt like a delicate line to cross.

“‘S good?” He asks, voice stunted as if he had to swallow down his nerves before he spoke. “Are you feeling okay? Not too hungover?” His eyebrows crinkle cutely as he asks, eyes roaming your face as if to make sure you’re telling the truth.

You nod your assurance. “Fine, I was mostly just hungry but you fixed that.” He echoes the grin you produce and your heart flutters. He looks so painfully domestic like this, in his comfy clothes and making sure you feel okay. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you recall the care he took -always takes- to get you home safely.

“Good. You were...pretty blasted." You cringe, placing your head in your hands. The heat of your cheeks is strong and burning into the palms of your hands. Fear strikes down your spine, a fuzzy feeling of panic filling your mind. The question dances on the tip of your tongue.

"Hey." His fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging gently at it until you relent. The warmth of his touch lulls you a bit, but you can still feel the tears rimming your eyes. He coos, the sound a soothing balm on your heart.

"What's got you so upset? You're more than allowed to get drunk from time to time, love. I'm no saint myself." The pad of his thumb swipes gently over the vein in your arm.

"I-" one hot tear escapes you, rolling down the side of your nose. "How much did you see?" Your voice barely holds: wobbly and unsure yet you somehow find the courage to look at him: staring deep into his eyes. He looks back just as unflinchingly, studying your eyes as if he was trying to memorize their exact curvature.

His mouth opens, then closes into a frown, and a dark wave of anxiety creeps through your chest. He knows. He saw it all, and you know Matty well enough to know that he only hesitates with you when he's trying to find the right words to soften the blow. Like the time you had made horrendous tasting pasta and he pushed it around the plate until you finally asked for his honesty. He releases his hold on your wrist as you tug it away harshly, scooting further up your bed until you hit the headboard with your back.

"Sorry, I'm sorry about- if you think I'm weird and you want to leave or not live here anymore, or you don't want me to ever talk to you again-" your voice wavers and a rush of tears spill forth despite how hard you will them to stop. The idea of him never speaking to you again you makes you choke on a sob, but you can't dull the voices in your mind.

"Now why the fuck would you think that?" His voice snaps you out of your blubbering. His pretty features are marred into a scowl so deep that you gasp.

"Tell me, Y/N, why would you think that? I would never, ever-" his features shift, eyes softening. "Who made you think that way about yourself?" You try to ignore the undercurrent of anger in the question but it oddly sets you alight to hear how much he cares about this. That maybe even if he doesn't agree with your desires, he's not going to alienate you because of them.

Your tears have dried onto your cheeks, and you can feel the uneven breaths of anxiety begin to wash away as he shuffles closer until your knees touch. It still feels as if your brain is full of cotton, unable to process or produce anything meaningful to the conversation.

"I don't mind if you don't tell me who made you feel that way, but I'll be damned if I let you go on feeling' weird about it. Or alone about it. Cause you're not." You nod along listlessly as you often do when he rambles on, and with the mix of emotions rushing through you it takes you a moment to understand him. Matty traces a lazy pattern over your knee cap, eyes glued to your face as you catch up.

"Oh," it stumbles out of you before you can check yourself. "So you, like," your brain short circuits as he flashes you a dazzling smile.

"I do."

"You don't think I'm gross?" A spark of hope settles in your stomach, whether from the knowledge, or Matty's proximity, or both you aren't sure.

He licks his lips, runs his tongue over his teeth in a way that makes your heart lurch. His curls shimmy around his face as he shakes his head no, hand stilling on your knee.

"Actually quite the opposite." His lopsided grin makes you gasp, and his hand slides up the length of your leg until it's resting on the top of your thigh. He sits up onto his knees, imposing over you even on with his pajamas still on. "More surprised..." his eyes search your face, finding only awe, "happy, thrilled, elated...who would have thought my sweet little angel would be so..." he clicks his tongue, mocking as he pretends to think. Your heart rate quickens as arousal shoots through you. "Fucking dirty." He tilts his head as if speaking to a child, eyes sparkling with what you can only assume is lust.

Your mouth feels dry as your entire face and neck flush red.

"I-I, well, uhm." You gulp and he places a hand delicately on your face. You lean into the touch, no longer finding it in you to be ashamed in front of him.

"You what? Are a dirty little thing who gets off on being choked and spit on?" You nod fervently and he chuckles, winding his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck. "Gonna need some words from this pretty mouth or we aren't doing anything."

"Yes, yes! I am, Matty. C-can you please?" He tugs at your hair, sending your line of sight upwards until all you can see are his eyes and mop of curls.

"Please ruin you? Make you forget about whatever fucker shamed you for what gets you off?" All thoughts outside of Matty leave you as you whine your affirmation. The anticipation is enough to make you squirm against his hold, hot pin pricks of pleasure sparking as he pulls against your hair.

"No running now that I've got you." He smiles sinfully before pushing forward for a kiss, molding his lips against your own with ferocity that you had only imagined he would use. No matter how many times you had fantasized about kissing him you never would have expected it to feel this perfect.

He tastes like coffee and the faint staleness of his last cigarette; something so iconically Matty that it makes you want to cry. He devours you, thrusting his tongue into your mouth and holding steady on your hair to keep you exactly in place for him. Arousal roars inside of you, underwear already slicking at the show of dominance just the kiss has given you.

"Need you." You mumble it into the kiss, unable to push down your thoughts any longer. Matty relents, chest heaving just as much as your own.

"Need you," you try again, clearer this time, tugging at the strings of his hoodie. It's gone in an instant, his lean tattooed torso exposed for your viewing pleasure. Matty's hands are instantly fisting into the fabric of your old sleep shirt, stripping it as soon as you gasp out a yes. He eyeballs your tits and immediately groans, deep and guttural in a way you've never heard before. "Prettiest fuckin' girl. Look at you." The tenderness makes your heart swell as he tenderly cups your breasts in both hands, pinching at your nipples just enough to make you breathless. He places a line of kisses down your sternum and then follows the same path with a swipe of his tongue.

Shuddering, you latch onto his back and dig in with your nails, hoping to leave him with a little gift of his own. The movement presses him against you, his face buried in your stomach as he continues the sinful path of his tongue down to the elastic band of your shorts. He licks under it, being careful not to actually touch you anywhere you truly wanted him.

"Mmph, Matty, please-please please!" You moan and shiver, wriggling under his weight as he keeps you pinned down with one arm over your mid section.

He nips playfully at the skin of your stomach, "Impatient little slut, huh? Just got started on you and you're already lookin' for more." He abandons your skin completely, taking his warmth with you. A whine grumbles in your chest at the loss, but it dies in the air as you watch him shuck off his sweatpants and underwear in one go.

You can't tear your eyes away from the sight of his cock: something you'd imagined but never figured you would be lucky enough to see in person. Desire strikes through you as he settles against the bed, his lean thighs on display as he kneels on the bed.

"Can I suck your cock?" The question jumps out of you and Matty stills, seemingly shocked at your boldness. He cocks his head, biceps flexing when he wraps a hand around himself. Your mouth practically waters as he pumps himself slowly.

"Of course you can," he licks his lips as he settles into your crumpled bedsheets, spreading his legs to give you ample room to work. You spring into action, eager to repay all of the attention he's given you.

There's no time to waste once his cock is in your mouth. Your eyes water at the intrusion but you can't deny the way it makes your pussy flutter to feel so full of him. Matty gasps, lacing his fingers back through your sweaty hair and leading you further down, pressing your face into the skin of his pelvis.

A gag ripples through you and Matty groans, loosening his grip just enough that it's clear you could escape if you wished. But you don't, and you won't, as you work through the reflex with hot tears streaking down your face. Matty's breathy gasps only encourage you as you wiggle your tongue along the bottom of his cock as you suck: saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth and dripping into a sticky mess at the base of him.

"So fuckin' messy and hot, spitting all over me cause you're so desperate, is that it? Can't do anything but be stupid and drool all over my cock?" You moan at his words, bobbing your head vigorously both to show you agree with him and encourage him to say more, the nasty words flipping all the right switches in your brain.

His hips stutter up into your mouth and he huffs, pulling you off of him in painfully slow increments. You whine at the loss: throat raw and scratchy as you watch his cock shine under the light.

"Lay down," his voice is clipped and you're silently thrilled to note the shake as evidence that he was feeling just as fucked out as you.

You follow his instruction, flipping easily onto your back. He stills at the foot of your bed as you sprawl in front of him, legs parted in invitation. His chest heaves as he crowds overtop of you, heated skin against skin as he presses the length of his body onto your own. The fullness of his weight against you makes you feel fuzzy and you go lax under him, bucking your hips upwards in seek of friction over your clit.

Matty hums, his reddened lips forming into a mocking pout. "Prettiest baby ever but just so desperate," he places a kiss on your forehead and your heart flutters: eyes watering at the sweet gesture.

He catches your gaze, carefully inspecting the shine in your eyes.

"I'm okay," you voice before he can even ask, running your fingers over his jaw as you grin up at him. "Just happy." A little sly grin spreads on his lips and you can't help but return one, a giddy feeling of happiness spreading through your bones. It only makes you more ravenous for him and you whine, pushing your hips up against his own again as you attach yourself to his neck, biting a hickey into the skin just under his ear. A long moan falls from him as you work your mouth against him and your mind short circuits, in disbelief that you finally had him like this.

"Fucking quit with the hips before I explode," Matty growls, pulling away from the stimulation of your movement. You still immediately, the steel in his voice making you pliant. Apparently pleased with your behavior, Matty simply sits back, trailing his sinfully long fingers between your legs. You gasp at finally being touched, head pushing back into your pillows as Matty circles a finger around your hole, pushing in slowly as you widen your legs to allow him more access.

"Pretty little pussy, think you can handle another one?" You know he's teasing you, as he was already working another finger in alongside the first, stretching you open. The burn is deeply satisfying, liquid pleasure seeping through you as he works you open, thrumming his thumb against your clit.

"Matty, please?" You tug at the hand unoccupied with fingering you. His eyes squint in confusion at your request and you sigh, pulling his hand toward the base of your neck. His hand on your pussy stills as his mind finally catches up.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're fuckin' perfect, want me to choke you? Wanna have my hand around your neck while I fuck you stupid?." You nod dumbly, already feeling like you're on cloud nine. He moves the fastest you'd ever seen him, abandoning his work on your pussy for a threatening grip on one hip. You watch hungrily as he lines himself up with your pussy, eyes locked onto the image of his intrusion. The fullness of his cock inside of you made you keen, chest heaving as he pushes fully inside of you.

It had been a very long time since you'd been this full, and the fact that Matty was the one filling you made it even more addicting. The sheer size of his cock was enough to make you dizzy, and even more so once he finally began to move. A stream of obscenities spill out of you and Matty tsks, falling back into this dominant persona as he narrows his eyes at you, fingers dancing at the base of your neck. You swallow with harsh anticipation.

"Do I need to shut you up?" You nod eagerly, desperate to feel the strength of his hand closing around your neck. "What a dirty little girl, wantin' me to choke you when I'm already buried inside of you." His voice deepens with a groan while you plead him with your eyes, pussy throbbing around his cock at his words. His thrusts falter for just a moment as he finally relents, tightening his hold on your neck until you feel the perfect level of pressure that makes you feel perfectly floaty, nodding at him to continue his thrusts against you.

Emblazoned by the sight of his hand around your neck, Matty's hips snap into you with renewed vigor that has you rocking against the pillow, legs locked around his back. The slick sound of your pussy around him fills the room, mingling with the strangled moans that slip from both of you.

Matty pants above you, the punishing pace making your eyes roll to the back of your head. It's almost embarrassing how easily he works you up, and almost even more embarrassing how quick you are to hang your mouth open, mind blanked by the pleasure as you take everything he has to give you. He loosens his grip on your neck slightly and you whine petulantly.

"Relax, pretty. Not done with ya, hold on." Thankfully the movement of his hips doesn't even stutter as he moves his hand upwards, over the cleft of your chin before tracing the pads of his first two fingers over your bottom lip, pulling on the flesh until you open your mouth again. He smiles and lust clouds your senses as you watch his eyes crinkle.

"There's something else you want, isn't there? Something else that makes this pretty pussy all wet?" Your eyes widen, heart jumping into your throat as one of your most common wet dreams comes to life right in front of you. You try to swallow but his fingers in your mouth impede you, the tip of your tongue running over the digits.

"Wan' you to spit in my mouth," you make the sentence out with impressive clarity, especially as Matty's thrusts speed up at the confession, a deep, sustained moan rumbling out of his chest.

He slips his fingers from your mouth and immediately puts them between your bodies to thrum over your clit, slick with your own spit as they make contact. A shock runs through you, exciting every vein in your body with the whisper of your oncoming release. Despite his renewed vigor, Matty's eyes remain glued to your own as you hang your mouth open. From this angle you can see all of his pretty curls framing his face and every eyelash around his deep brown eyes. Before you even have a moment to anticipate it, a thick translucent glob of spit descends from his perfect lips and onto your waiting tongue. You swallow it eagerly as his cock twitches inside of your walls, and before you can even thank him, his hand unoccupied hand latches back onto your neck.

"I'm going to fuckin' come, shit. You're so hot." Matty's praises send you to another plane of existence as he holds you by the neck, deft fingers curling around your clit in time with his thrusts. You're sure that the sounds you're making are pathetic and embarrassing but pleasure courses through you so quickly that you can barely make out your warning that you were going to come.

Matty growls as you finally let yourself go, giving up to the monsoon of pleasure that wipes through your entire body. Your toes curl, muscles strained with the force of your orgasm as you hold him as close as possible with your legs. Matty curses, plowing into as he nears his own end. Even though you feel out of this world, you are acutely aware of everything about him; the way he pants and the rivulets of sweat that are beading down his chest, the beautiful moans that come from his bitten-red lips.

"Gonna come, can I come inside?" His desperation is making him whiny, and if you were less fucked out you would poke fun at the tone you know he would hate, but all you can think about is having his hot come fill you up.

"Yes, please! Need it Matty." A sliver of overstimulation starts to overwhelm your easy pleasure but you endure through it as you feel his cock twitch heavily inside of you before he leans into you, face buried into your shoulder as he comes. Although you mourn the loss of the face he makes, you get a beautiful sample of the moans that overtake him when he comes. The sound takes your breath away alongside the feeling of him filling you to the brim, so forcefully that you feel yourself shudder with another small orgasm as he finishes with a few more tiny thrusts of his hips. You gasp for air, immediately grappling for him to wrap your arms fully around his back.

He falls into you easily, his own chest heaving as his cock softens inside of you. You hear rather than feel him kissing over the plane of your shoulder as you float in and out of focus, exhausted and most likely dehydrated from this and the night before. Unintelligible speech rumbles against your skin, and Matty must realize that your lack of response means you aren't quite there, as he leans up onto his elbows.

You smile when you see him, face flushed and eyes heavy with fatigue.

"Handsome," you finally speak the word you held back last night and he laughs heartily as he cups your jaw as if examining you to look for damages before placing a kiss onto your lips; short and sweet and grounding.

"Glad you finally caught up, love. It was getting exhausting being the only one in the house who thought so."

You roll your eyes, finally coming back to yourself and reality.

"Last time I'll ever compliment you." Giggles continue to wrack his body as he slowly pulls out of you. The gush of your mixed arousal coming out of you makes you whine, sure that you had just ruined your sheets.

Matty looks guilty as you finally make eye contact again and you just wave him off, sitting up slowly as he flops onto the bed beside you. He looks up at you, reverently, and you blush.

"Stop that, please. Stop." Your voice is still scratchy but you can't fight the smile on your face, the undeniable hope that this wasn't just a one time freak accident.

"Stop looking at how pretty you are? Especially with that just got choked and fucked within an inch of my life glow? Nah." He casually pushes his hair off of his forehead and your body betrays your rolling eyes with a new stir of arousal.

"Seriously, though. You're hot. And pretty, and gorgeous and so fucking dirty in all the best ways."

"Stop before I barf, Matthew." You try to be petulant but can't resist his cute grabby hands as he settles you down next to him, petting gently at your temple.

"But thanks," you finally squeak out, feeling tremendously tired and satisfied as you yawn. "For being cool and doing all that and, like, not running away from me after." You feel him stiffen slightly before he goes lax again.

"Love, if I'm running anywhere, it's over to my room for us to have a clean bed to do this again."

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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and if you do write for him maybe professor draco smut 🫣

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Pairing: professor Draco x student reader

Summary: you're gonna fail potions but your professor has an offer to help you pass…

Word count:1,043

Warning: fingering, oral [fem receiving], unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it this is fictional), dirty talk, sir kink, professor kink, light spanking [he does it once], praising kink, pet names [little girl] reader is of age!!! I think that's it let me know if I missed anything.

Universe: professor

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You bite your nails, eyes pacing as you await the arrival of your professor. It's not that he's cruel, it's the fact that you'll be trapped in this room with him knowing you'd thought of him in ways a student shouldn't think of a teacher. The door was pulled open, startling you from your anxious thoughts.

"I do suppose you have the basic things you need right ms.[Last name]" he greeted taking a seat at his desk.

your eyes overlook the older professor missing his question. he looked the same as always, a glare with glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, blonde lashes above his sliver blue eyes, his all-black suit except for the dark green tie, and the rest was tucked away under his desk at the moment.

"I don't like repeating myself so answer my question or leave me to assume you don't have what you need" he states, you swallow meeting his piercing gaze.

"Yes sir, I brought the notes I need help with" you replied. He hums in acknowledgment before standing. He's moved to your side leaning over your shoulder to check over what's written on the paper. your breath comes to a stop as if you're afraid to breathe around him.

"breath [name]" he whispers, his hand coming to your shoulder in a firm grip. you try to do as he says but it falls on deaf ears.

He leans closer and says, "I think I have an idea for our lesson."

If someone would have told you you'd be bent over for your professor, you would have replied-

"Please, just touch me already sir." you whimpered. He had been teasing you for each answer you'd gotten wrong. his cold fingers would rotate on your clit or push in just enough to have you moaning out before pulling them away. He chuckled.

"I am touching you, you needy little girl" he responded from behind your open legs. your skirt was flipped up and he was sitting back watching your pussy drool for his attention. his large hands covered both your ass cheeks before you felt the flat of his tongue licking through your lips and catch on your clit as it peeked through them. he let the saliva run free on your pussy, mixing with your arousal as it came out of you. he latches on to your bud sucking at it like he was drinking from a straw. your legs struggle to stay open as he eats you out sloppily, making a mess of your wetness.

"you taste so fucking good" he groaned, nipping at your inner thigh. you could just picture the lower half of his face smeared with juices and spite running down his chin. He didn't say anything else before you felt the wet muscle buried in you.

"oh fuck sir" you let out, body resting on the table till a hard slap comes to your ass making you shoot up and grab the corners of the wooden desk. your eyes look around the empty potions class before they roll back feeling two fingers prying into your warmness. his tongue is back on your clit repeating the sucking motion. your cheeks burn while you bite your lip, grip tightening on the wood with your hips jerking as you near your release, but he pulls back making you cry bucking your hips against nothing.He's standing behind you, shadow dark against the floors.

"spread your legs wider for me" he ordered and you comply spreading them as wide as they can go.

"good girl" he says, planting a kiss on your back through your wrinkled button-up. a clunking sound is heard before his tip is pushing at your entrance.

"I need you to relax so I can fit inside little girl" he inhaled, you take a deep breath letting your body rest until he's completely rutting into you, stretching your walls to fit around his cock. you feel dizzy as your body is rocked against the desk. you're letting out small yelping sounds in between the thrust into you. The stretch burns deliciously and your tummy ties sweet knots that have your body spasming on top of the school work. He leans forward, putting his bigger hands over yours.

"you can take it" he whispered, his teeth grazing your ear breathing heavily against your neck.

"Professor," your mind runs circles from how intimate it all feels. Your toes are squeezed tight in your sneakers and you're sure you look cock drunk with a tint on your cheeks, sweat coated with your eyes rolled back.

"yeah that's right, fall apart for me little girl. Take it, take every inch." he rambled, slamming into you, making the room fill with a screeching noise along with your moans and slapping skin. Your warmth swallows his thick, veiny, cock as he pounds into your g-spot, his hips striking your ass while you mutter things you don't even understand but he responds when he does.

"it-its feels so good sir." you moan like you had a taste of your favorite frozen dessert.

"Yeah, you like it when I use you like this,'' he answered.

"yes, please don't stop" you whine and he chuckles. "not till your cum is all over my cock little girl." he keeps that promise, still fucking into your quivering walls as they clench around him desperate to keep him buried there. the knots in your belly are pulling loose slowly triggering you to rock back against him.

"Good girl, take what you need," he says, gripping your waist, probably bruising the skin with his calloused hands. your legs shake against the table as you repeat his name on a loop before your breath hitches, heat spreads over your skin, and your walls flutter as you soak his cock with blurred vision. He's still going as you fall limp on the desk.

"Almost there, you did so good, taking me so well" he praises; his muscles tense against you before he's flooding you with every last drop of his seed.

"fuckkk" he growls, fingernails digging in your skin till you hiss.

You didn't study much, but you know you're Passing the lesson for making professor Malfoy cum and you'll take that to your grave.

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twistedr0se · 1 year

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Gifts! Gifts! Gifts! - A Valentines Day Special 🌸🌹🌷

Note: Gn!Reader, sorry if this was late I had a lot of crazy things happening and I dodged potential homelessness but I'm back and writing again :D

Valentines day, it was one of those days that many people would not want to miss. The school was livelier than usual, many were already at work preparing their confession letters and gifts for their loved ones and friends, and you were no different.

You paced back and forth, making your way into the busy halls and making sure the contents of your bag were safe from everyone. This morning was especially crowded as both you and many others were rushing late to their morning class, not sparing a second until they arrived just on time in fear of punishment. Truthfully, you had been later than usual today, and that was no accident.

The things within your bag were little gifts, chocolates, all of which you planned to give to your friends and colleagues during class. But one thing turned into another and, here you are rushing to trein's class.

With the hustle and bustle of the halls, you had wondered 'how will I get all of these to them?', but little did you know there was someone out there who would look for you to. Perhaps it was someone you were close with, or maybe you would meet them along the way as you hand out your little treats. Still, there was this gut feeling of something special happening today.

You supposed that this would be more beneficial, as you are usually seated to both ace and deuce, the first few people you would give these items to. Running into the class, trein glanced at the entrance. His usual grimace turned slightly more relaxed as he saw you walk in.

"Ah, you are just on time. Please do sit down, we are about to start-"

You moved towards trein and fidgeted around the bag, what he saw come out of it was a small box with a chocolate that resembled a familiar cat...

"Happy valentines day Professor! I made this just last night"

Trein examined the piece, the cat's fur was carefully crafted and its expression showed a droopiness to it that he had known all too well.

"Oh, for me?"

Lucius was eyeing at the piece as well, and as trein brought it closer to his chest he couldn't help but smile at his beloved cat licking the plastic box that encased the little gift.

"I appreciate it dearly, thank you."

Moving into your seat, both Ace and Deuce greeted you with their usual antics. It seems that it was never too early or late for them to start their usual banter.

Deuce greeted you with a smile, a little flustered than usual "Morning, prefect!"

Ace was a little more talkative today, perhaps within his own reason

"Ah, you're quite later than usual~" Ace teased.

"Yeah yeah now hush, I made this for you"

The two eyed the little boxes. Like trein, they had been gifted specially crafted chocolate trinkets, one shaped as an ace of hearts, and one a deuce of spades.

You smirked as they were left bewildered at the small but thoughtful gift. Deuce flushed a bright pink and Ace was practically trying (and failing) to hide his blush

"Happy valentines day you two"

The two looked to the boxes, and back at them, and then at you

"You did this...for us?" Deuce replied, his face flushing a deeper shade of pink at the special blue bow that was on the box. Both Ace's face and ribbon were a soft shade of red.

"Hmph, if I had known you'd make something like this for me I would have made my plans a little grander today~"

You raised your brow up at him "What do you mean by that?"

"Ahaha! Don't worry about it~ You'll see it when you see it"

Whilst class resumed as usual, you could see that Deuce was slightly deeper in thought this time. You hadn't known the inner dialogue that unleashed within him when he saw your gift.

His thoughts of him and you were running feverent in his mind 'Should I tell....ah- but what if I get rejected...But then again...'. He spared one passing glance at you, face still flushed, and looked down at his pen and paper. Maybe it was time for him to take action....

The next class was alchemy. Peering into the lab, you see Trey, Cater, Riddle and Rook all huddled near a cauldron. Waving to them, you pulled out three seperate boxes, each chocolates carved in different things for each person.

"These are for you guys...I spent quite a lot of time making them so...happy valentines day!"

"You're too kind, prefect. i

Riddle was equally as flustered "A-ah...thank you...."

He examined the carefully crafted chocolate rose. Trey got a chocolate clover, sleek and tidy. Rook an intricately crafted bow and arrow, the end in the shape of a heart. Cupid's bow, he thought. Cater had a little diamond as his shape, and by the looks of it he was enjoying every minute of it. He was sure he had taken more than 10 pictures in the span of the few minutes he'd received this as a gift.

Queen of hearts rule 298 states that chocolate should not be consumed during the fifth week of the last month they tasted satly tea, but for just this once maybe....

"BEAUTE!!! This craftsmanship....the beauty within such a fickle yet delicious thing...I could not thank you enough, Mon Cher"

Cater smiled widely, ecstatic at this special gift you made especially for him. "I couldn't agree more~"

It didn't help that he had something else in mind for valentines day too but...Oh well, it seemed that it was too early for him to reveal that now.

Rook took the palm of your hand, and softly planted a kiss. His face showing a softness you hadn't seen before "I shall repay you when the time is right"

"Oh stop it, you don't have to really" You held your hand to your cheek, cupping it as you saw just how much they appreciated your hard work.

"But I must! With such beautiful craftmanship and thought, how can I not repay you ten fold~?"

Trey chuckled "He's right you know, I might bake you something special just for this. You did such a good job it would only be fair that I return the favor"

Riddle nodded, face still flushed "I will certainly remember this...kind gesture. I would love to prepare something special for you...to repay you that is"

The four of you enjoyed alchemy, much to your surprise as it is one of the few grueling classes due to crewel's strict nature. Speaking of crewel...

"Hm, what's this? Don't tell me this is a bribe for a better grade"

"It's a gift for you, happy valentines day Professor Crewel!" You handed him a chocolate, carved in the shape of a dalmation puppy with white chocolate.

"Ahhh~ my puppies are so adorable!"

He seemed to be the happiest you've seen him in awhile, which was...strange but cute. Like an excited little puppy getting head scratches.

"You've been such a good student this whole semester, thank you for this!"

Walking outside the classroom, you saw a familiar sleeping lion laying peacefully under a shaded tree. Ears were twitching, his tail wagging, yeah...he's asleep alright.

Slowly, you sneak closer and closer to him, placing his gift on one of his hands, which laid free on the grass.

"Oi...what is this?"

"Ah- you scared me!"

"You would know better than to sneak up on a lion. Now, what's this?"

"Oh, it's a valentines day gift. For you that is~"

"For me....hm...."

He looked at the little chocolate lion. It was small, yet you managed to capture the fierce and prideful nature of it. It was cute.

"Thanks, herbivore. I'll make sure to reward you with something just as good"

He gave you one last smirk before he rolled back over to return to his nap. But once you had turned your back to go for your break, you could have sworn that Leona was snuggling the box. But of course, he would never let you see that...ever.

In the cafeteria, and dodging all the crowds fighting for the special lunch of the day, you were looking for more of your friends, when all of a sudden....

"Aaah, shrimpy~" You were pulled into a tight hug, and as the air was slowly wringed out, you can see a familiar smile as you looked up.

"It's been so long since I've seen you~! I miss you yaknow!!" Ah, floyd.

"Ah- floyd! You're squeezing me here..."

Floyd let go swiftly, nearly dropping you down to his seat as he pulled away "Oh right~ hehe sorryyy"

Jade smiled at the new company "Oh dear, well if it isn't our little prefect. What brings you to our table?"

The two watched you fumble in your bag once more, pulling out two separate boxes with familiar looking chocolate eels for the two of them.

"Hee~? A little eel?? For me???"

"How adorable, despite the small stature, the carvings are percise, sleek." You can feel the two staring at you, only this time with adoration.

"Oya oya? What's with all the commotion?"

You looked towards your right, seeing that fedora peeking through a familiar face.

"Ah- Azul! I have something for you"

"For me? Oh, you shouldn't have..."

Azul looked at the chocolate octo with an expression you hadn't seen in his face. You can only describe it as a softness he never allowed anyone to see. His suave businessman facade slowly melted as the realization of this gift had settled in his mind fully. You of all people had made something for him, and especially on valentines day.

"I can't thank you enough for this, angelfish. How about I repay the favor. Anything you want, just say the word and it's yours~"

You chuckled "You don't have to Azul, I have all that I want right here~"

"Oh, right! Have you seen Idia anywhere? I can't seem to uhh...find him"

"Hm, chances are he's in his room. He brought his tablet for today's seminar, so he'd most likely still be cooped up in there."

"Thanks again, angelfish. I'll be sure to give you a monstro lounge discount the next time you drop by~"

Before you left, you saw two more familiar faces wave to you.

"Ah! Hey!! It's been awhile!" Kalim exclaimed. Seems that his shine and spark never dies down even in mundane situations like this. Jamil is right next to him, waving back in a manner more reserved. But still, you can tell the two are happy to see you again.

"I got something for you, here!"

You handed the two of them their boxes, Kalim's having a tiny otter, and Jamil a snake. The scales were carefully carved with intricacies that only Jamil would see and appreciate. Kalim was more than overjoyed at the little otter that's now in his hands.

"This is so cute!! Aaah now I wanna gift you back something...."

"How about it? A party? A parade? A magic carpet ride???"

Jamil held the box close, as if it was the most precious thing he had "...something just for me...."

He smiled, looking to you with a soft grin and letting down his calm and aloof demeanor for even a small moment "Thank you..."

Once you said your goodbyes as the bell rang, you went to your next lesson; Flying.

On the court, you can see Jack, Vil, Ruggie and Epel all stretching after a round of magift. Vargas was near them stretching as well.

Ruggie was the first to notice you first "Well well, if it isn't our dear prefect hehe~"

"Ah- Hello!" Epel waved, he seemed happy to see you.

"I come bearing gifts~ Happy valentines day you guys!!"

Both Epel and Jack flushed red as they saw the little carvings. A wolf, an apple, a donut and a peacock...they had all wondered how much time you had spent making all of this, and especially for them....

"You did well, potato..." For once, Vil had no criticism against this. The peacock was carefully crafted, down to the feather. He seems to hesitate for a moment, not wanting to eat this creation you made just for him. Epel on the other hand, would want nothing more than to devour the little treat, even if it was in front of Vil who had just now warned him about his new dietary restrictions after getting a few acne bumps....

"Going through all this trouble to make something special...it kinda gets to me y'know? How about I do something for you in return eh~?" Ruggie smirked, already scheming of many different places he can take you to, far away from everyone else...

Turning to Vargas next, you handed him something "and happy valentines day to you Vargas sir!"

You handed him a tiny chocolate muscle man, lifting a barrel full of eggs. Strange, they all thought. But Vargas seemed more than happy to receive it.

"What a strong little guy! You're quite the interesting type aren't ya?"

"I guess I am hehe~"

Flying class went smoother than usual. Checking the time, you decided it was time to head to ignihyde to check on the resident elusive dorm leader...

Walking through the halls of ignihyde, you specifically wanted to go to Idia directly to give him his little valentines treat. But, as per usual, he was not present physically. So you might as well meet him directly in his dorm room.

"So this is Idia's room..." You knock once, no response.

"Hey, I noticed that I couldn't find you in person so...I'll just place your valentines day gift here, 'kay?"

On the other side, Idia could not believe what he heard "...Valentines?"

You placed the little mecha head shaped chocolate on the footsteps to his door

"I'll leave this here. Happy valentines day, little flame~"

It took a long while before Idia could reply "T-thanks ah- um........."

You moved away and crossed him off the list of people to send your gifts out to. Unbeknownst to you, Idia was shaking.

"fhjhskdhjksjahhh!!!!! I can't believe it...this gift....." picking up the box, he can see the detail you had put on this. Even down to the seams of the robot.

Idia laid down on the ground for a couple minutes, his pink flames threatening to scortch the carpet. But at this point, he didn't care. What he held in his hand was something you made just for him...and those moments lying down turned into minutes slowly turned to hours....and hours turned into.....well....

Down the hall you could see Ortho, configuring some hardware for the main area. You had something special for him too.

"Ah! Ortho! Hey!"

The little robot looked up from his work station, his eyes lighting up as he saw you go near him. You fumbled around your bag for his gift.

"I have something for you, ah- here!"

Inside is a chocolate shaped skull, specifically the skulls that adorned his and his older brother's rooms and clothes.

"Happy valentines day, ortho!"

In his excitement, he had tackled you hard into the ground. If he had known any better he would have thought that he was shortcircuiting in his excitement

"Aaah! Thank you so much!!.... I can't really eat this, but I'll scan it for the archives so I'll remember this forever!!"

You both said your goodbyes as you crossed out his name. There were still a few more to go.

The sun was slowly setting and afternoon classes had already ended, so time was of the essence for you to gift everything to all your loved ones.

Running around the main halls once more, you accidentally bump into someone....standing.....sleeping?

Silver caught you just in time before you hit the ground, his arms gripping you firmly close to him until the two of you are stable.

Heat slowly creeped into your face at how close you are together "Sorry I-"

"...No, it's fine...Are you okay?"

"yes! and I uh...I have something for yo-"

"HUMAN!!! What are you doing in the middle of the hallways, you could've hurt someone! or even worse, YOURSELF!!"

'Ah...sebek....'

"Awww come on Sebek, I'm sure the prefect's just clumsy today"

'Lilia too? Perfect timing'

"Oh! I'm glad Im seeing all of you now, I have something for all of you....right...here!"

Handing all three of them your gifts, you watched as each of them reacted slowly at the little chocolate figurines you made. A sword, a crocodile, a bat. All three of them were in a state of fluster at this gesture. For once, Sebek did not have anything to say, and the same went for Lilia.

"This is adorable~! I'm surprised you'd get something for me..."

Sebek looked away as he spoke "T-thank you...human..."

Silver had never been more awake than he was before. It's clear that his face had flushed a soft pink, and his white hair had only contrasted the pink coloring his cheeks. "I don't think I can thank you enough..."

"it makes me even more certain now with what I- no...it's okay. You don't have to worry about it" He smiled, cheekily hiding that plan he had under his smile.

"What's with the commotion! It's almost time to retire for the night!"

'Crowley...'

"Ah! Headmaster! This one's for you too!"

You handed him a little chocolate raven, he seemed more than ecstatic to receive something of this caliber.

"This...for me???!!!!! Oh!!!! Oh how generous of you!!!"

He pulled all four of you into a reluctantly big hug "You all are so precious!!!"

In between all of them, you squeezed in a hug back "no problem, headmaster"

Once they all left, you headed to ramshackle to retire. After all, you had someone waiting for you at this hour...

A familiar horned silhouette greeted you at the gate "...You came"

You peered through the bushes and pushed forward, looking to the fae waiting for you. The moonlight shone on his skin with an ethereal glow, and he was more than happy to see you.

"I have something for you, here..."

You handed him a chocolate gargoyle, wrapped with a green bow.

"Happy valentines day, tsunotarou~"

He froze for a moment, not comprehending that someone, anyone, would give him anything other than isolation on the day celebrating love. "This...is for me?"

Nodding your head, you smiled "Yeah! I made it last night, took me awhile y'know! But I think it paid off"

Malleus' gaze softened, a feeling of warmth igniting inside him as he held the box closer to him "I am eternally grateful for this, I am sure blessings will come to you after this..."

You tilted your head "...blessings? What do you have planned-"

He chuckled "You needn't worry about that, child of man."

After all the shennanigans of today, you had finally did it. Thirty something gifts for every one of them...It's a miracle as to how you even achieved it. But as you entered the house, there was something that was placed on top of the coffee table of the living room. Something....wrapped? There seems to be a letter as well. Strange...

'This box...Who is this from?' you thought.

As you read the note on the box, your cheeks flushed and your eyes widened.

"This...this is from...."

You smiled, you really couldn't believe it. It was none other than him...

This secret admirer revealed...and none other than...

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[Personal Trainer!Dream AU] Chapter 2: (Much Ado About) Gym Clothes

Chapter 1: First Meeting

This is still for @sadrumihours , who shared Tom Sturridge's highly educational 😏 training videos (part one & part two), as well as everyone who yelled in the comments and reblog tags. I see you all and I love each and every one of you. 🖤

Disclaimer: These are once again just vibes because I still don't know a single thing about gym stuff. Will someone please tell me what the equipment Tom is using called? Because I'm still calling it stretchy jump rope machine in my head. 😭

CW (and summary): Dream being his usual thirsty-for-Hob self, Hob being insecure about his body, and Johanna trying to be a supportive sister to Hob. (Keyword being: 'trying.') This chapter contains spicy spice! Enjoy? 😏

Mojo Jojo

Jo, what do I wear to the gym???

uh, gym clothes?

(You sent a photo.)

Is this okay??

i guess?

why are you being weird?

you're just going to the gym, not going on a date

WAIT, ARE YOU???

HOBERT

answer me or i'm gonna come over and steal all your teeth

I bought pizza since I know you're coming over from your shoot anyway

fine

you can keep both your secrets and your teeth for one more day

"That's it, Professor," Mr. Endless--Dream, says next to his ear, low and inviting. His hands are cool as they caress Hob's overheated and very sensitive inner thighs, and his eyes, so dark and so close to Hob's own, are laser-focused on his panting, straining face. "One more. Just one more for me."

Hob's cheeks are already streaked with tears. How many hours has it been? How much more until they're done? Until he's told that he's been good? "Mr. Endless, please--"

Dream has moved to inspect his position. He adjusts Hob's legs so they spread even wider. The change in angle makes him sob, but Dream shushes him and he leans all the way down to lick at his rim.

Hob wails, body jolting against the restraints. His muscles are already so sore, but he wants to be good.

"You can do it, Professor," Dream says, lightly tapping at his taint to encourage his muscles to clench. "This is the last one."

Hob cries and wiggles, breathes slowly and purposefully like how he has been taught, and forcibly relaxes his muscles one by one, until finally, finally, he manages to push out the last large anal egg from his body with a soft moan.

It plops wetly onto Dream's waiting hand, and the man hums approvingly as Hob's hole gapes for a second before winking closed again.

"Very good," Dream purrs against his rim and dips his tongue into Hob's loosened hole. Hob keens and thrashes against his bonds again. It was so humiliating, but he loves every second of it. He can feel his body slowly becoming stronger, and he owes it all to Dream.

"You see what you can do?" Dream asks, now inserting his long, clever fingers inside him. "What your body can achieve with my guidance?" He moves his fingers in and out slowly, the squelch of the remaining lube loud in the room. "I'm so proud of you, Professor. Only a few sessions in and you're already my beautiful, obedient little slut." He emphasizes his words by drilling his fingers unerringly against Hob's prostate. Hob cries and bucks up, helpless and overwhelmed, unable to do anything else with how good he had been tied up.

"Please, Mr. Endless--"

"Mr. Endless?" Dream repeats. "You have to be specific, Professor Gadling. Are you calling for my brother?"

Hob shakes his head wildly. "No. No, please. I mean you. Just you, sir, no one else. You know that."

Dream rewards him with a soft kiss against the head of his cock. "And what's my name, Professor?" he asks. "What's the name that you'll be screaming in ecstasy for the rest of your life?"

"D-Dream," Hob gasps. "Dream--"

"Good boy," Dream says, and returns to his hole to suck hickeys around the rim. Hob hopes he bruises well. He hopes he'll feel all the love bites Dream gives him every time he sits down. "Shall I give you your reward now?"

Hob remembers last time, when his reward was Dream spanking his hole directly until it was red and puffy, and then fucking him that way, all the while praising him for being so virgin tight.

"Yes, please," Hob says, voice cracking a little. He wants to move. He wants to wrap his arms around Dream and kiss him softly while they fuck. He wants to be called sweet and good and mine.

But in the end, Dream is still his trainer, and he knows Hob's body best. He knows Hob's body better than Hob himself, now. And if he tells Hob he has to wear a vibrating plug while he uses the stationary bike, then he will.

He'll cry and stumble and cum in his underwear countless times, and Dream will coo and kiss his tears away, but he'll do it. Has done it. It had increased his stamina exponentially.

"Very well," Dream says. He leans over Hob so they could share a kiss while he lines his cock up against Hob's waiting hole. "You have been so good for me today, and I think that means you deserve a treat, yes?"

Hob nods, biting his lip at the incredible pressure as the head of Dream's large cock pushes against his rim--

Hob's alarm blares at max volume, and he jolts awake, blindly reaching for his phone to turn it off.

It takes him a few seconds, and once that's done, he's awake enough to notice the sticky feeling in his underwear. He moves the covers aside and peeks inside his boxers.

...Great. Not only did he have an incredibly realistic wet dream (ha) starring his personal trainer, but he's also currently sporting a semi.

Thank goodness he set his alarm hours before he has to go to the gym. He still has time to do some...preliminary stretching.

He blushes as he grabs his favorite dildo, which he had placed conveniently beside his pillow last night, as well as the bottle of lube beside it.

He's already ashamed of himself for thinking about Mr. Endless in such a manner, but try as he might, he can't conjure up the image of another person. Not since he met him.

Oh, he tried thinking about previous people he had a crush on, real and fictional, as well as local and international celebrities: actors and idols and athletes--to no avail. They always turn into Dream Endless in the end, looking down at him as they fuck in a variety of positions, usually missionary because Hob is a dumb romantic at heart, his gorgeous blue eyes loving and captivated, his lips forming 'Professor Gadling' or 'Hob' over and over again, his voice soft with awe and reverence.

It never fails to bring Hob to completion faster than he ever had before, when he had yet to be blessed about the knowledge of Dream Endless's existence. It was mortifying. His imagined scenarios always leave him whining and pressing his face against his pillow so he doesn't scream Mr. Endless's name out loud for the entire neighborhood to hear.

He knows it's pathetic, because it's not like Mr. Endless is going to look at him that way in real life. But if he's sad about it, crying a little like a lovesick fool after he cums, then that's his business and no one ever needs to know.

Boss Dream's newest trainee walks in the gym dressed in a thick hoodie and joggers, and Matthew starts sweating bullets just by looking at him. Is he going snowboarding with Boss Dream or something?

Nope. None of his business. Better just focus on getting the damn blender working.

"Good morning, Mr. Endless!" Professor Gadling says cheerfully as he rounds the corner to where Dream is waiting. "I hope it's alright that I'm a bit early today. I had to make up for last time."

He's an entire 15 minutes early, but Dream won't say no to spending more time with him. He had been reviewing today's agenda, but had turned around as soon as he heard Professor Gadling's voice. And he was just about to greet him back, when his eyes lift from the clipboard he's holding, and the smile falters in his face as he takes in what the man is wearing.

Dream had indicated in his email that they were going to do some mandatory stretches, and after that proceed to doing a full-body pre-test workout that would measure the professor's strength, endurance level, general dexterity, etc. It was important that they do this on the first session so that Dream could come up with a program specifically tailored for him and his end goal.

It was his mistake in assuming that Professor Gadling would do the sensible thing and wear something light. Not winter clothes in the middle of summer.

"Good morning, Professor Gadling," he says, as neutrally as he can manage. "You are dressed quite warmly."

Professor Gadling grimaces. "Oh. Well um, I'm afraid I don't really have gym clothes, and I haven't had the chance to buy some yet since, you know, school. And everything else I own are dress shirts and slacks and lounge wear. But don't worry! I'll go shopping this weekend." He pauses and smiles bashfully. It was just as devastating as Dream remembered. "Sorry. I'm talking too much again."

Meanwhile, Dream's mind had latched on to the words 'lounge wear,' and he imagines Professor Gadling casually walking around his house in nothing but short pajama bottoms.

"I see," he says, glad that he took the time this morning to get himself off so he won't be as tempted to push Professor Gadling against the nearest surface and really give him a full body workout. "Then please, if at any point you wish to take off a layer, feel free to do so."

"Oh, no," Professor Gadling says, still cheerfully. "I'm fine like this. Shall we begin?"

There's still a few minutes before they officially have to start, but Professor Gadling seems to want to begin immediately, so Dream nods and instructs him to stand with his feet shoulder width apart, and gets him to start stretching his upper body.

Professor Gadling obeys, following Dream's example as he demonstrates the set, counting to eight, then back to one again under his breath, before doing the next set without complaint.

Dream watches him closely, because he has to. It's why he notices that the professor's thick hoodie barely shifts, even as the man raises his hands upwards towards the ceiling and counts to 16.

A dark thought crosses Dream's mind then, that perhaps the reason Professor Gadling is wearing clothes that cover his entire body is because he's currently covered in love bites.

Dream clenches his teeth but breathes through it. He knows he's being possessive when he has no right to be, and that Professor Gadling has every right to sleep with whoever he wants.

But knowing these facts and acknowledging them to be logical and true does not stop Dream from hating whoever it was that is currently enjoying Professor Gadling's gorgeous body in bed, perhaps repeatedly throughout the night.

He wants to be that person. He will be that person. He is already fated to be that person.

If his brother Destiny is right about one thing, Dream fucking hopes that it's the power of manifestation, because he doesn't think he would just allow Professor Gadling to end up with someone else without challenging that person to a fight.

Mr. Endless is wearing a tight, sleeveless black shirt and slightly baggy joggers, and Hob is losing his mind. Has lost his mind as soon as he spotted the man a couple of minutes ago, standing by the large glass windows and reading something on his clipboard.

The sight of his toned arms are bad for Hob's concentration. And it's even worse when he circles Hob like a very observant vulture to check his position (just like in his dream) and bids him to raise his arms higher, or at one point, bend a little more to the right.

Hob can't bend as much as he used to in his twenties, but he is very determined to be super flexible at the end of this.

For health reasons, of course.

Mr. Endless demonstrates another pose to stretch the arm muscles, and in doing so calls Hob's attention to how his muscles bunch and flex. Hob is sure that they're far stronger than they look, and he has no doubt that Mr. Endless can carry heavy grocery bags without breaking a sweat.

Hob gets so far as picturing Mr. Endless's hands squeezing his thighs before he immediately shuts the thought down.

No. Absolutely not. And his previous thought about being flexible, too. Mr. Endless would be horrified, if not outright disgusted if he finds out that Hob is thinking about him in that manner.

Professor Gadling continues to obediently follow his orders, getting on the treadmill, walking, jogging, then running, complying as soon as Dream warns him about changing the treadmill's speed, and he does so without a single word of complaint.

Dream could not help but compare him to his past trainees, all of whom had complained on their first session about wanting to go straight to the workouts that would help them achieve their ideal body shape. But not Professor Gadling. He would listen and watch Dream's demonstration well, then immediately obey his orders or mimick his movements. Dream has to bite his tongue multiple times so he wouldn't slip up and say, 'good boy.'

Or worse, 'my good boy.'

Death is going to have Destruction break his spine if, out of all siblings, a sexual harassment complaint would be filed against him and not, say, Desire, who regularly flirts with their own trainees.

Cardio pre-test finished, Dream leads Professor Gadling to the weightlifting area, and once there, bids him to take 2 dumbbells that weighs 1 kilogram each, and do 16 squats while holding the weights.

While Professor Gadling gets the appropriate equipment from the rack, Dream lets his mind wander. Would Professor Gadling be obedient in bed, too? Or would he be a brat? Will Dream have to tame him, or is he already sweet and docile?

Dream imagines that the latter to be more likely, though he wouldn't mind if his lovely professor turns out to be an incorrigible brat in bed. He'll just have to spank him until he's pliant and good enough to deserve his treats.

Fuck. He's teaching. He should be more professional than this.

"Like this, Mr. Endless?"

Dream snaps from his ill-timed daydreams to scrutinize Professor Gadling's form, only to then hold back a lustful groan.

The man is squatting alright, but he's doing so improperly. His heels should be flat against the floor, but instead his thighs and calves are touching, and he's so low that he's almost kneeling on the floor.

Dream has an errant thought that Professor Gadling is being seductive on purpose, except one look at his genuinely unsure expression proves Dream wrong.

Definitely sweet and docile in bed.

Dream wants to eat him alive.

Were this a porno, Dream would tell him that he's doing a terrific job, and if he could please thrust his chest out more so Dream could admire them better. But since he's an actual trainer with the thinnest veneer of professionalism left, he bids Professor Gadling to stand up and instructs him on how to squat properly.

Except, of course, his improved and now very proper form isn't making Dream feel any better, as Professor Gadling now had his ass thrust out instead of his chest, and has to repeat the motion 15 more times.

Dream gets his bottle of vitamin water and drinks deeply, hoping to cool himself down enough to banish his lecherous thoughts.

It doesn't work.

Hob sees from the corner of his eye Mr. Endless drink from his water bottle and immediately looks away. He's glad he's already red from exercising.

When Mr. Endless corrected his squat earlier, he did so by placing a hand gently against Hob's lower back to guide him, and Hob barely bit back a moan from how good a simple, innocent touch from him felt, even through his thick hoodie.

He feels like such a shameless pervert.

Once the assessment is (finally) over, Dream praises Professor Gadling for a job well done, valiantly ignores the shy, pleased look on the man's face, and instead goes on to tell him that he's doing okay overall, but needs more work in certain areas.

Dream does not specify which ones, telling him that he still needs to study the data and compile them together before emailing the whole thing to him.

In truth, Dream does not trust himself to look straight into Professor Gadling's lovely dark brown eyes and say words like 'stamina' and 'flexibility' without exposing the level of hunger he's currently feeling for him.

So yes. Dream will email him his pre-test results later, but he does not tell him that he will only do so after a good long wank.

Professor Gadling, totally unaware of his inner turmoil, only nods understandably, and agrees to read Dream's email as soon as his schedule allows him to. He must be sweating like crazy underneath his get-up, but his choice of clothes show no evidence of it.

Dream worries, and his mouth opens before he can stop it. "Professor Gadling," he says, just as the man had turned away to go to the nearby drinking fountains.

"Yes, Mr. Endless?"

Dream doesn't want to keep him any longer from the fountains than he has to. But next time, he's going to make sure to bring an extra bottle of vitamin water for him, so he could take a sip anytime without going all the way across the room and falling in line.

Dream is also going to be mature about not staring at his throat while he drinks. "When you go shopping for gym clothes, you may want to consider buying lighter fabrics."

"Oh, no, I'm absolutely fine with these," Professor Gadling says, and sounds sincere about it that Dream drops the subject.

"Very well," he says. He will not force him. Professor Gadling's comfort is paramount. If that means that Dream would have to adjust their lesson plans to include more water breaks, then that's what he'll do. "I shall see you next session."

He turns away before he could be tempted to watch Professor Gadling go. He does not think about the possibility that the hoodie might actually belong to Professor Gadling's boyfriend, who is probably waiting for him to get back home, and very eager to get him back in bed.

He has no right to be jealous.

Hob opens his gym bag and starts to take out his clean change of clothes when the texture of the shirt made him pause.

That's not the shirt he folded last night.

He takes the folded black shirt out, wonders at its suddenly lighter weight, then shakes it open to see if he had mistakenly folded another shirt.

As soon as the garment is revealed, however, he shoves it back in his bag, then shakes the accompanying bottom garment open. When that was revealed, he also shoves it back in the bag.

Then, slowly and mindfully, he breathes for a solid minute before he takes out his phone and texts his sister.

Mojo Jojo

Jo what the hell

what

(You sent a photo.)

Why are your gym clothes in my bag???

they're not mine stupid

i had ric buy them yesterday specifically for you

?????

for your ~mysterious~ gym crush to notice you (u///u)❤️

anyway don't worry and just wear them

they'll fit you

That's not the point!

A crop top and booty shorts???

you're right. the booty shorts are fine, but the crop top is too plain.

i should have told ric to pick the other one that says 'daddy's little fuck toy' 😂

JOHANNA CONSTANTINE-GADLING

pfft coward

i'm gonna tell ric to go back to the store and buy the fuck toy crop top

oops the director is shouting at me to get in place bye gtg

Hob is typing another scathing reply in all caps when he hears footsteps stop a short distance from him.

"Professor Gadling?"

Great. The last person in the world he wanted to see right at this very moment.

Hob smiles awkwardly and stows his phone back in his bag. "Mr. Endless."

"Is everything alright?"

Right. Shit. He hasn't even showered yet. He's probably stinking up the place and being a nuisance near the lockers.

"Everything's fine," Hob says, waving the man's concern away. "Just. Sisters being sisters. With their weird and very inappropriate sense of humor."

Someday, he'll learn how to shut his big mouth and stop at 'everything's fine.'

"I'm sure all sisters suffer from having a weird sense of humor," Mr. Endless says politely. "May I ask what your sister has done?"

Hob sighs deeply and zips his bag closed. It's fine. He'll just go shower at home. And anyway, it's not like he has to take the Tube and subject everyone to his sweaty self after a workout. Thank god he drove here. "Better not. If even I, as her brother, didn't find it funny, I very much doubt that you will."

"And yet you remain troubled," Mr. Endless says, and now his brows are furrowed in concern. "Please. I know this is not any of my business, but I would like to help you, if I can."

The fact that Mr. Endless looks very sincere makes Hob want to cry.

And he knows he shouldn't show him. He knows that Mr. Endless should be the last person in the world Hob should show these to. But he figures, what the hell. He could just quit via email as soon as he gets home and never have cause to see Mr. Endless or be seen in the vicinity of Endless Gym ever again.

Maybe it would even be for the best if he did that. Then he would stop having all these unsavory thoughts about him while the man is only trying to do his job.

He sighs and opens his bag once more, tilting it a little so Mr. Endless could see its contents. "My sister swapped my clean change of clothes for these."

Mr. Endless looks inside, and Hob can just see in his mind's eye what the other man saw: an extremely short, short-sleeved, solid black crop top with a deep V-neck that would barely cover Hob's chest area, and slutty black booty shorts with the phrase, 'SQUEEZE ME' printed on the butt area, complete with a cute yellow lemon emoji.

Although to be fair, 'crop top' is a generous term to use for the upper garment in the bag. It's too small and resembles a short-sleeved bra more than a crop top. From a single glance, Hob knows that even if it did fit him, it would be so tight that it would force his pecs to form a cleavage and leave his underboobs exposed.

He cringed internally at the image that would make, and could only imagine the utter revulsion Mr. Endless is feeling right now.

Dream had leaned over to inspect the contents of Professor Gadling's bag, expecting everything from a shark onesie to a clown suit.

Instead he sees further fuel for his already full folder of Professor Gadling-centric fantasies.

He could just imagine the crop top and the booty shorts on the man, and how he'd look like exercising while wearing them.

He had half a mind to ask for his sister's number so he could personally extend his gratitude to her, but doesn't dare to, in case Professor Gadling gets the wrong idea.

He inhales slowly and leans away, placing his hands neatly behind his back so Professor Gadling would not be in danger of being pushed against the lockers and fucked within an inch of his life. Dream did not fail to notice the distinct lack of underwear among the clean change of clothes, and now his mind is working overtime imagining himself standing behind Professor Gadling as he runs on the treadmill, the tiny shorts and the lack of proper underwear leaving nothing to the imagination. Imagines pressing himself against the professor's sweaty back after, the man still panting and out of breath, and pulling down his cute little shorts to jerk him off as a reward for a job well done.

"I see your dilemma," Dream says calmly, like this is an incident that happens every so often and not a cause for alarm or humiliation. "Fortunately, we have a stock of clean clothes in the staff locker room, in case staff members need to change for some reason or another. If you could please stay here for a while, I'm going to get you a clean change of clothes with more coverage."

Yes. It is imperative that he provides Professor Gadling with more conservative clothing than the ones currently in his bag. Otherwise, other people would see and covet what Dream has already envisioned as his. And that will definitely not do.

"Oh," Professor Gadling says, looking incredibly moved by his words. He's probably thinking how kind Dream is, while Dream is still thinking about how easy it would be to fuck his thighs after jerking him off, using the man's own cum as lube. How he would then make an even bigger mess of him and not clean him up after. That way, everyone would know that Professor Gadling is Dream's and Dream's only. "Are you sure? I don't want to trouble you unnecessarily."

"It's no problem at all," Dream says. In his mind, he imagines the man's thighs covered in both their cum, and Professor Gadling scooping some of it up and sucking on his fingers, curious as to what their mixed spend would taste like. "I have also been at the receiving end of a couple of my siblings' pranks, and would not wish another to suffer similarly." When Professor Gadling opened his mouth, possibly to protest, Dream holds up a hand and adds, "Please. I insist."

"Oh. Well then...thank you, Mr. Endless," Professor Gadling says, his dark brown eyes sparkling like precious gems in his gratefulness. Dream wants to kiss him all over. "You're a lifesaver."

Dream speedwalks to the staff locker room, checks to see if the coast is clear, immediately locks himself in a stall, drops his joggers and underwear, and starts jerking himself off furiously.

He barely even had to spit on his palm for lubrication, and he knows it wouldn't take long. He's already so aroused.

He has to do this.

If he doesn't, then Professor Gadling would be in an even greater danger when Dream hands him his clean (and much more conservative) change of clothes, and gets to be on the receiving end of his shy gratitude.

He imagines Professor Gadling, usually so buttoned up, only wearing that infernal crop top and booty shorts in Dream's favorite color, with those taunting fucking words--

"There's a good boy," his imagined self says to a kneeling Professor Gadling, who is pressing his tits closer together to create a valley where Dream could rut his cock against.

"I could...squeeze them even tighter, if you want?" his imagined Professor Gadling says, maintaining his naive, unsure aura about him even as his lips are slick and red from sucking on Dream's cock. "I want you to feel good, Mr. Endless."

Dream cums at the thought of marking Professor Gadling's face and hairy tits with his seed, and him shyly licking his lips for a taste of Dream's cum, moaning in delight when he finds Dream's spend to be thick and delicious. Dream is going to eat more pineapples, just for him. He's going to make Professor Gadling addicted to the taste of his cum that no other cum would do.

"Thank you for lending me your clothes, Mr. Endless," he would say, because he's polite like that. He would lean forward to milk Dream's cock more, making sure to get every last drop, before making a show of swallowing everything down, save for the cum marking him as Dream's. "And for the really tasty post-workout treat."

Mr. Endless looks a little flushed when he returns. However, judging by how far the staff locker room is from the gym goer's lockers that was out in the open (possibly to prevent theft and sexual harassment), as well as any additional effort he may have made in finding clean clothes that are in Hob's size, Hob thinks he got back pretty quickly.

The sight of him slightly flushed makes Hob think naughty thoughts though, which he quickly dispels from his mind. He doesn't have the right to think about Mr. Endless like that, especially after the man went through all this trouble just so Hob would feel comfortable going home.

Still. He wonders what would have happened if he had both the courage and the confidence to wear the clothes Jo bought for him.

Would Mr. Endless...

He viciously cuts the thought off before it could fully form. No. Absolutely not.

Mr. Endless would have felt nauseous at seeing his rolls and body hair and just...general unattractiveness. Hob wouldn't need to email him about quitting because the man himself would drop him as soon as he could, like a hot (temperature-wise) and very unappealing potato.

"Here," Dream says as he hands Professor Gadling a set of clean clothes. In the bundle is a black shirt, a black letterman jacket with the number 03 on it, and black joggers. All of them belong to Dream, and everyone, especially his siblings and the rest of the staff, is going to know that these are his clothes as soon as they see the number 03. "You will have to go commando, but it's definitely preferable to what your sister intended for you to wear."

Professor Gadling looks so grateful and Dream wants to mark him up, this time with his own teeth. Let everyone see Professor Gadling wearing his clothes and his teeth marks, even his boyfriend who lent him this hoodie, whoever he is. "Thank you so much," he says. "And yes. Lord knows I shouldn't subject anyone to the sight of me in that. I'll drive all the gym goers away and then Endless Gym would have to close."

Dream really, absolutely hates how Professor Gadling thinks of himself as unattractive. Is it because his boyfriend tells him that? Is that why Professor Gadling signed up for training in the first place?

Well, whoever he is, he better be prepared because Dream is ready and raring to beat him into a pulp the moment Professor Gadling even implies that his lack of self-esteem is caused by his boyfriend spouting lies about his beautiful body.

Were Dream allowed to freely speak his mind, he would say that if Professor Gadling did don the clothes his sister intended for him to wear, he would no doubt cause multiple accidents due to gym goers losing their concentration: dropping weights on their feet and tripping on the treadmills, not to mention the injuries he would cause in the future, when Dream would casually arrange little minor accidents to those he caught drooling at his lovely future boyfriend.

But because he is still Professor Gadling's trainer and therefore need to have some semblance of control and professionalism, what he says instead is, "I don't think such a thing will happen. And please, feel free to keep those clothes if you wish."

"Oh!" Professor Gadling exclaims. "I absolutely shouldn't. I'll wash them after and return them to you on our next session."

Dream smiles. He's very stubborn, too. "If you do that, I will simply put them in your locker so you will have an extra set of clothes if your sister decides to swap your clean set again."

Hob blushes as soon as Mr. Endless hands him the bundle of clothing, and feels even more flustered when, after showering, he holds them in his arms and smells a hint of Mr. Endless's own scent on them.

He really is so kind and generous and considerate and Hob is so very quickly falling in love with him.

Hob is walking past the gym's cafe after getting dressed when he sees Mr. Endless ordering what looks like a pineapple smoothie. He walks over and nods politely to both the staff member behind the counter and Mr. Endless when both men turn to look at him.

The male staff member quickly walks towards the blender to fulfill Mr. Endless's order, however, and so the two of them are left alone to converse freely.

"Thank you for lending me your clothes, Mr. Endless," Hob tells him, all-smiles. The clothes fit him perfectly, and the fabric feels good on his skin.

There is an undecipherable look in Mr. Endless's eyes. Hob hopes he's not mad. He looks really intense. "I see they fit you well."

Hob laughs. "I was surprised, too! Thank you very much for finding ones that are in my size. This jacket is especially lovely." He rubs his hand over the fabric of the jacket's sleeve, which really does have a nice texture to it.

"I'm glad you like it," Mr. Endless says. "And I hope that this means you are considering keeping it?"

Hob ducks his head to hide his embarrassing lovesick smile. He'd love to, actually. He'll take it off as soon as he gets home and press his face against it, hoping to smell what little remains of Mr. Endless's scent, and how their scents mix together. "Maybe."

"Then it is yours," Mr. Endless says. It might be Hob's delusional imagination, but Mr. Endless looks fond as he looks at him. His heart is beating so fast. If he doesn't leave soon, he may just do the unthinkable and kiss Mr. Endless in front of the poor staff member behind the bar, as well as a couple of random gym goers peacefully eating their salads in the background.

"Oh," Professor Gadling says softly. "Really? You mean that?"

Dream wasn't wrong in his assumption. The man does look good wearing his clothes. And for him to go out of his way just to show Dream how well they fit before he leaves...

Dream wants to tear his own clothes off him and just give him another set after.

"I do, Professor Gadling," he says. "I only say what I mean, and I would love for you to keep them. At home or in your locker, as long as your sister doesn't hide them from you and replace your clean change of clothes again."

"I will care for them well," Professor Gadling vows sincerely. Dream has no doubt that he will. But this is only the first of many clothes that Dream is planning on giving him. In fact, Dream could already envision his own closet at home, interspersed with Professor Gadling's clothes, and the man himself wearing Dream's clothes to bed. Dream is going to let him steal all his hoodies after they burn his ex's hoodies. He's going to spoil him rotten with pretty lingerie so he'll never have to go commando ever again. "Shall I see you in a couple of days for our next session?"

Dream could think of no one else belonging in his life as a romantic partner other than Professor Gadling. He smiles and barely prevents himself from leaning forward and giving the man's delicious-looking lips a chaste peck before he has to leave. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

#personal trainer dream au #your honor they need to chill tf out #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #5800 plus words motherfucker what #good job my thumbs #the rest of my fingers also contributed so 👏👏👏#matthew: boss pls i'm just trying to make you a smoothie here #other gym goers in the gym's cafe: really? right in front of our salads?#I was thinking what this AU's title is going to be if I put it on AO3 and my brain said 'Let's Get Physical' 😂#now I don't know about that but it certainly made me laugh #i'm sorry for laughing miss olivia newton-john 🙇‍♀️

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Jenson had morals, ethics, and beliefs. He was a good professor, hell, a great one. His students adored him, his peers considered him a good friend, and he was published and constantly working on new research.

Someone with morals, ethics, and beliefs didn't fuck his student. They didn't. It didn't matter that the student was of legal, consenting, adult age. It didn't matter how hot and fuckable they were. It didn't matter how much the student flirted and teased. None of that mattered because, at the end of the day, there was a power imbalance and morally wrong as a professor.

But Jenson's morals, ethics, and beliefs had flown out the window when Daniel Ricciardo had come to his office hours to discuss his last paper on Bentham and utilitarianism. From what Jenson recalled, Daniel hadn't done great on the paper. There were things about utilitarianism that he hadn't been able to fully conceptualize in his paper.

Fucking utilitarianism and Daniel asking, "So what Bentham is essentially saying is that actions are morally right if they promote pleasure and happiness."

And while Daniel wasn't wrong in his summary, there were intricacies to Bentham's work, utilitarianism, and moral rightness. However, none of that is said because Jenson has a 20-year-old Daniel on his knees in front of him with apparent intentions of what he was offering.

"So Bentham-"

"Please don't talk about Bentham when you're on your knees in front of me," Jenson groaned. He did not want to talk about ethics philosophers when his student was seconds away from sucking his cock on university grounds.

"Can I talk about Bentham if I'm bent over the desk for you?" Daniel questions. And for a moment, a very brief moment, Jenson does consider it.

"No," Jenson replies, "I only have ten minutes before a meeting with the Dean." God, was he really about to meet with his boss minutes after getting sucked off by a student? He doesn't have much time to think about it because Daniel's got Jenson's belt undone.

"Is this a display of Bentham's idea of moral rightness? We're both receiving pleasure from this action," Daniel questions.

Fucking hell.

"I'll change your grade from a D to a B+ if you just get on with it and stop talking about moral rightness, Mr. Ricciardo," Jenson sighs. He's going to hell.

"If that is what you want, professor," Daniel grins up at him as he finally takes Jenson's dick in his mouth. And he's good, great even at hollowing his cheeks and sucking and licking and destroying any sense of morals that Jenson held as a professor.

Fucking minx. He's going to hell regardless, so he might as well enjoy it.

#daniel ricciardo x jenson button #what is their ship name??? danson??? jenial???#this was just a simple plot bunny last night with two sentences #college student daniel #professor jenson #cw age gap

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A request where Harry styles is a college football star student who has a crush on his single sexy proffesor, reader. One day, reader asked him to see after class

after class: h.s.

pairing: fratboy!harry x professor!reader

summary:

"i can tell you like the thought of this rendezvous with me." i smirk and she gasp.

"that is very inappropriate mr. styles."

fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.

warning:

SMUT 18+ PLEASE

p.s.a i didn't write the exact request but this is what i felt comfortable writing! thank you for the request! <3

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

i let out an exaggerated sigh as i make my way to english literature, introduction to romantic poetry was the lesson of the week. at least the professor is bangin' hot. thick thighs, amazing curves and what looks like a d-cup set nicely on her chest.

professor y/l/n.

she was a recent graduate of the University of Georgia, the current school i was attending. a full ride football scholarship, i was the best wide receiver in the nation, uni's form all states where trying to pull me. i made the decision to attend UGA on logistics, the best football team in all the states, currently undefeated.

"you ready to see our professor?" niall snaps me out of my thoughts wiggling his eyebrows.

"bloody hell, yes. i don't think i could thank my advisor more for forcing me to do this class." i snicker and he chuckles shaking his head.

"tell me 'bout it." he comments licking his lips and i scrunch my face in disgust.

"watch yourself horan." i mumble as i see a group of girls waving at me and sending winks my way, i send them a wave before averting my eyes.

niall throws a punch at my arm before starting a light jog and i huff out a laugh before following him. sooner than later we find ourselves in professor y/l/n's lecture hall.

"romantic poetry is the poetry of the Romantic era, an artistic, literary, musical and intellectual movement that originated in Europe towards the end of the 18th century." professor y/l/n's states as she walks around her desk, a gray pencil skirt hugs her curvy hips, her freshly shaven legs on display, and a black turtleneck that sticks to her skin like glue. "i've decided to take a different route then the normal, 'Sonnet 18 by the beloved William Shakespeare', and instead we will start this unit with something from my background, 'El Beso' by Angelina Weld Grimké. which translates to 'the kiss', Grimké wrote the poem about a love song, full of passion, yearning, and confused emotions."

i lick my lips and pull my bottom lip between my teeth, she sits back on the desk and her hips plush out even more.

i never would've thought i could listen so much in a class.

"as like your other projects in my class you will either make a short story, making it easier for the common eye to read or, you will make a photo reflection. with that being said i would also like a short summary over 'El Beso.' she smiles at the class, "any questions?" no one raises their hand except, well me. "yes mr. styles?" she cocks an eyebrow.

"what is the grade point based on?"

"like all your other projects it depends on efficiency, the structure and etcetera." she replied folding her hand in-front of her chest, "also if i could see you after class mr. styles, we need to talk."

my heart drops to the pit of my stomach and i gulp down the knot in my throat, "of course professor y/l/n."

i'm fucked.

"thank you so much for working hard today! i cant wait to see all of the things you guys have come up with. there will be a short quiz over El Beso next class so study hard!" professor y/l/n shooes everyone out, class ticked by at the slowest rate known to man kind.

i stand awkwardly at the foot of her desk and wait till she turns around beaming a smile at me.

"ah mr. styles! exactly who i wanted to see. please follow me to my office." she starts walking towards the direction of the locked office and opens it with her key.

"now no need to be scared, just wanted to talk to you about your grades." she smiles pointing me to sit in the chair in front of her desk.

she slides into her rollie chair as well and pulls out a manila folder with my name on the top right corner.

"okay it's just that you seem to be doing exceptional in my class, you are one of the top students that i have."

"but..?" i wait for the wooing factor that's bound to happen.

"but you are barely passing your other classes." she pulls out what looks like a report card you would get in grade school.

"a seventy is passing." i state bluntly as i look over the grades.

"that is true mr. styles, very true but how are you making seventy precent in all other class and passing mine with a ninety percentage average?"

it's because you make me focus.

"how do i make you focus?" she answer the question i thought was just in my head.

"i don't know okay? i mean look at you! you're the hottest professor i have! it hard not to pay attention when you are the professor!"

her eyes widen at my outburst and her ears flush, she straightens herself out and i notice that she squeezes her thighs together.

"i'm sorry? that i distract you?" she stutters putting her glasses on the top of her head.

"i can tell you like the thought of this rendezvous with me." i smirk and she gasp.

"that is very inappropriate mr. styles."

i get up and make my way towards her side of the desk pulling her chair out, i let my hands travel up her sides and to her shoulders, massaging them slowly as she lets out a whine.

"tell me this doesn't turn you on. the thought of you and me. me bending you over this goddamn desk and me fucking you senseless." i whisper in her ear and a shiver runs down her spine.

"we can't." she says bluntly causing a chuckle to leave my mouth.

"i didnt ask if we could did i, love?" she holds back an answer and i bring my lips to her neck pressing kisses on her sensitive skin, "i asked if this turns you on."

she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and murmurs, "fuck it." before spinning around and crashing her lips with mine. i eagerly kiss back slipping my tongue between her mouth, she lets a moan slips out. i slip between her legs and my arms grab underneath her thighs picking her up with ease.

"wait," she whines pulling apart and pushing my chest.

"what baby?" i practically cry out wanting nothing more than to kiss her puffy lips again.

"the door, i didn't lock it."

i let out a chuckle before dropping her to her feet and briefly pecking her lips, quickly locking the door. y/n leans over the desk, the plump of her ass sticking out.

"so you do want this?" i muse as my hand runs along down arch of her back.

"shut up and fuck me." she grunts through gritted teeth causing my cock to swell in my pants.

i slip a hand through the front of her skirt splitting her sleek folds before my thumb makes contact with her sensitive puffy clit rubbing tight circles, her whimpers and moans start to fill the air, "you're soaked baby." i mumble in her ear and she shivers.

"please." she pleas, grabbing ahold on her skirt hiking it up and they bunch on her plump hips.

"wanna taste ya cunt first." i groan sitting in her chair as i pull down her red lace thong, "ya tryna to kill me."

pressing a kiss to the arch of her back i make my way down to her puffy cunt, jesus fuck, i spread her glistening folds pressing a kiss to her clit, she lets out a breathy moan before pushing her hips back licking a broad stripe through her folds, muffling my own groan of pleasure.

"oh harry." she shuddered pulling her hand to her mouth, trying to suppress the small moans and whimpers that were trying to escape her.

"no," i growl against her and slap her plushy ass, "let them out, i wanna her you."

her jaw fell open as a beautiful pornographic moan erupted through the room, knuckles white as they fisted the bottom of the desk, nails digging in the wood leaving small angry marks, her hips pushing back into my face.

my hands were around her thighs, pulling her closer to me, holding her still as she huffed out a breath through her swollen lips. i begged her with my actions, digging fingers into her beautiful melanin flesh and willed her to cum on my face.

"har, 'm gonna cum!" she moaned bucking her hips.

"do it." i spat shortly.

she lets out a high pitched moan as her orgasm hits her, i let her ride it out coaxing her swollen clit. my hands quickly unbutton my pants and i yank them down along with my boxers.

"got my cock leaking honey." i muse lightly fisting my bulge.

"fuck me please." she whines arching her back further.

"yeah you want my cock bad?" i tease swiping my swollen tip through her velvet folds.

not wanting to tease us both any longer i positioned my cock at her entrance, pushing inside her in one fluid motion. she moaned loudly, my hands moving to her lower back, fingers digging into her skin i groaned at the feeling of being inside her. i fucked into her at a torturously steady pace. she grounded her hips down to meet my movements, desperate for more, silently begging me to meet that soft spot inside of her. my hand moves to her neck, wrapping around her throat and she whines.

" 's good." she slurred as her legs start to buckle.

i pull her up with the hand that's around her neck, moving it to her face before turning her head to give her a bruising kiss. once we pulled away i push her down again my hips snapping faster craving a release. i looked at her like she was artwork, displayed just for me in a pornographic arch. my pace was fast, smooth and shallow thrusts, keeping my hips angled so my cock could hit that spongy place that makes her eyes roll back.

"faster h! please!" she cried pushing her hips back, i rocked my hips faster against her before looking down where we connected, i gather saliva in my mouth before spitting between us.

"that's it baby, that's it, take it like a good girl." i gasp out gripping her hips with an iron grip not letting her run from my thrust. i felt her spazzing around me and a choked moan left my lips, my hand moves around to her front and my thumb connects with her swollen pearl.

"cum for me baby." i grunt and she lets out a whine clawing the front of her desk.

she clenched around me and i let out a gasp as we both finally released. my thrusts we're starting to slow down, giving her a sharp pump keeping my cock there as her orgasm hit her. she screams my name as her eyes closed and legs shook. i stood above her as i waited for her pulse to calm down. i let out a breathy chuckle before pulling out and grabbing a tissue for the box of her desk. i quickly clean her before placing a kiss on her plump ass and pull her thong up.

"what do you want for dinner love?" i ask as she pushes her skirt back into place.

she turns around with a smile on her lips before pushing me to sit in her chair and sitting in my lap, "dunno, we haven't gone grocery shopping this week, we have nothing in the fridge."

i play with the diamond ring that rested on her left hand before bringing it to my lips and placing a kiss on it.

"i can go if you want sum pet."

"yeah been craving your chicken parm." she groans out rubbing her stomach, i let out a chuckle before kissing her lips.

"okay want anything else?"

"those crisps i like, the spicy ones." she hums running a hand through my hair, "best fiancé out there."

"yeah? 'm the best?" i tease her and she nods.

a/n: PLOT TWIST😭🤣🤣 i knew i wanted them to have a real relationship but i didn't know if i wanted it to be a "they use to date" relationship or a "they're engaged" relationship😋

also a lil introduction about me i'm 19! my full name is emily but please call me em! i am mexican (MEXICORRY RISE🇲🇽) my pronouns are she/her/hers. i've been a fan of harry since xfactor days so i'm not new to this fandom🫶🏽 that's all you get rn ;)

-all the love,

xo🐝

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