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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Honestly after the Sweden trip, it all gave us smutty ideas lol I know you did something similar blurb about this about Willy but he seems like the type to try to make you squirt as much as he can before his game and riding his face :)

I'm here with you, darling 😏 Did someone mention pure smut without a lot of storyline? 🙃🙊 Naturally, Willy aims to make you squirt! That guy is all about his oral skills, and let's admit it, he's more than just good at it - he knows it too! 😜

Warnings: smut 18+; oral sex (f receiving); mention on unprotected sex (p in v);

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Hungry ⚡️

It was last night when William returned home late from his training session. You were having a dinner night with two of your girlfriends, and with a glass of your beloved rosé in hand after dinner, you were deep in girl talk, relaxing on the sofa.

Amidst the chatter and laughter, William walked in through the front door. He greeted you and your friends with a smile, enjoying the sound of your laughter before quietly heading to the bedroom. He didn't want to interrupt your girls' evening, but as he settled in to play video games in bed, he heard your voice.

"Oh no, Terry was the one who made me squirt once," you had exclaimed, accidentally loud enough for William to overhear.

And it sparked something inside him.

If there was one thing, he was confident about, it was his skill in eating you out.

He could elicit moans, screams, and bring you to climax quicker than he could tie his skates. His beard and lips always ended up soaked in your juices as you writhed under his touch, never staying quiet with his head between your legs.

Yet, despite his best efforts and attempts to use his fingers just right, he'd never managed to make you squirt.

Feeling a tad let down by your words, reminiscing about how you'd been satisfied by your ex, William decided to have a chat with the lads. Normally, they didn’t delve into emotions or relationships much, but discussing the finer details of sex was something they could share among themselves.

So, during their PlayStation session, William took the chance to talk about experiences without mentioning his own lack of success in that department. However, it was interesting to hear how the other guys handled things.

The next day was game day.

While you took your time in the bathroom, showering, shaving, doing your hair, and all the rest, William was chilling on the bed, once again engrossed in his NHL PlayStation game.

And walking into the bedroom, you couldn't help but chuckle. There was your boyfriend, as laid-back as ever, sprawled on the bed, completely absorbed in the game, wearing his headphones.

"Aw, come on!" he exclaimed lightly, frustrated at missing a scoring chance in his game. You giggled and cleared your throat, trying to get his attention.

"Babe, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your match tonight?" you asked, curious.

The team had had a morning training session, followed by a few hours off to relax before the game that evening. But William, true to his casual nature, tended to be a bit too laid-back. He'd come home, snack a little, play a few rounds of PlayStation with his friends, take a shower, then put on some music before heading to the arena.

"In a minute," he said casually, barely looking up at you, eyes fixed on the screen.

"Well, I hope you don't mind if I get ready while you entertain yourself," you chuckled lightly, dropping the towel to the floor. You didn't actually intend to have sex, but you hoped to pique William's interest just a bit.

And you succeeded.

Even though he tried to concentrate on the game, his attention kept drifting back to you. Your perfect curves, round breasts that fit so well in his hands, and your inviting warmth always ready for him.

As you stood there, casting a seductive smirk in his direction, William couldn't resist his desire for you. Blood rushed to his length as he licked his lips, an idea forming in his mind.

Tossing the joystick aside, he turned to you with an intense look. With hungry eyes, he lay back and used his finger to signal you to come closer, a seductive invitation.

And you happily obliged. Even though it wasn't your initial plan, you never refused a good round of bed sheets activity with Willy, even right after a shower.

Gently, you came to straddle him, leaning in, aiming to connect your lips, but he had different intentions. He craved to have his mouth on your other lips.

"Further up, babe," he commanded in a husky voice, and you could almost feel your heat pulsating merely by his words.

"You want to do that now?" you chuckled.

"Mmm hmm," he replied with a flirty wink.

And following his instruction, you moved up slightly, positioning a thigh on each side of his head as your core hovered closer to his face.

William then wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you nearer and bringing your warmth in contact with his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," you breathed out as you felt the sensation of his lips and warm tongue touching the tender skin between your folds.

You've always loved William's talent and passion for eating you out. Although you couldn't quite pinpoint why he enjoyed it so much, you had no complaints whatsoever.

From the very first time he went down on you, he had a knack for turning you into a delightful mess using only his mouth. And just like tonight, he wasn't afraid of getting a bit messy.

He used his entire mouth to work its magic. His tongue explored you thoroughly, from your entrance all the way to your clit. His warmth mingled deeply with yours as he teased his tongue against your entrance before focusing on flicking your clit and drawing it into his mouth. He made sure you were thoroughly wet, mixing his saliva with your juices, making you unable to hold your cunt back from dripping.

Your moans grew louder as the delightful sensation of an impending orgasm built up, while his beard gently scratched your inner thighs, and his nose nudged just the right spot.

Keeping yourself in place wasn't easy as William voraciously devoured you as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes gazed intensely up at you as you became a quivering mess above him, your legs gently trembling while you grasped the bed's edges for support.

"Willy," you moaned, closing your eyes, throwing your head back, and arching slightly.

Your toes tingled as the climax approached, your mind becoming hazy, and your desire overwhelming, eager to release.

And as William sensed your mounting anticipation, he gently hummed against your warmth, prompting a loud moan to escape your lips as you reached your climax.

"Oh yes," you breathed out heavily, allowing yourself to let go as the rush of pleasure surged through your body.

After taking a moment to catch your breath, you tried to shift away from William's face, intending to let him have his turn.

"God, you're so good at that," you chuckled, attempting to move from his grasp. However, William wasn't entirely satisfied with his efforts.

Even though he'd brought you to orgasm, that wasn't his only goal.

As you carefully untangled yourself from his grip, he used his advantage of strength and size to guide you onto your back.

"What are you doing, babe?" you laughed lightly.

"I'm not finished with you yet," William smirked, moving once more to position his head between your legs. This time, you could relax more easily as you bent your knees, allowing him better access while he gently guided your legs open with his broad shoulders.

"Relax, baby. I want you to just let yourself go," he encouraged, his voice was calm and soothing, urging you to just lean in to it.

"Willy, I don't think we've got the time…" you attempted to speak, but his mouth swiftly resumed its attention on your heat. "Oh, shit," you moaned, allowing your body to sink into the mattress, your hands gripping the bedsheet above your head.

Your chest rose and fell erratically as you struggled to control your breathing while William once again sent tremors of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Fuck, yes…"

William couldn't help but smirk against your core as he continued his ministrations, yet he still hadn't brought you to the point he desired.

With one hand, he slid two fingers into your entrance, gently pushing them inside while continuing to suck on your sensitive bud.

He felt the warmth of your inner walls enveloping his fingers, embracing them tightly as he moved them in and out of you.

"More, Willy," you softly moaned, sensing him stretch you just slightly. And though William understood what you wanted - the desire for his cock deeply inside of you - that wasn't his current intent.

Instead, he persisted with his intense oral attention, simultaneously continuing his fingers’ work.

And he took his time. He aimed to be patient, exploring meticulously to find the spots that elicited those sweet, intense, uncontrollable sounds from you. Those spots that made you squirm beneath him and brought you right to the edge, causing you to writhe and tremble in pleasure.

The intensity was overwhelming, and you felt the onset of your second orgasm. That familiar knot gently tightened in your lower abdomen, your legs starting to tremble while your hand gripped the pillowcase tightly. You shut your eyes and leaned your head back into the pillow.

"Willy, I'm close," you announced, signalling your impending release, but it only spurred him on to drive you completely over the edge.

He had pinpointed just the right angle based on the slight squirm you made when he curled his fingers, finding the perfect spot.

Then, he released his mouth's hold and concentrated solely on his fingers’ movements. He quickened his pace, fervently thrusting his fingers in and out of your sweet warmth.

You once again became the mess he skilfully made of you, but this time, it felt even more intense and overwhelming.

Your entire body shook as William repeatedly hit that incredibly sensitive spot, and your mouth let out a stream of incoherent sounds and curses amid the intense sensations.

"That's it, baby, let go for me," Willy murmured softly, his eyes intensely fixed on you as you cried out under his touch, your soaked core making wet sounds with each pound of his fingers.

Completely undone by his assertive motions, your eyes remained closed, and yet you saw nothing but stars as your body surrendered to him, releasing without warning. A loud moan erupted from deep within your lower abdomen, all the air rushing out of your lungs and past your lips, echoing through the room.

In response to your sounds, your juices gushed from your core, squirting all over William's face, almost giving the sensation of having peed yourself. A complete sense of euphoria enveloped your mind as adrenaline surged through your veins and a flood of serotonin and dopamine took over your brain.

"Fuck, Willy!" you breathed heavily. "Oh, I'm so sorry..." you cried out in embarrassment, realising what had just happened, covering your face with your palms.

But William simply chuckled darkly as he gently withdrew his fingers from your entrance, giving it a few more gentle pumps to help you come down from your high.

"Babe, don't be embarrassed," he offered a light laugh as he gently moved to sit back on his heels, softly removing your hands from your face. "Do you realise how hot that was?"

"Really?" you asked, still feeling a tad self-conscious.

"Fuck yes!" he exclaimed. "Seriously, I've wanted to make you come like that so many times," William confessed, letting out a deep breath.

Having almost settled after your recent climax, you looked at him curiously, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"Wait… this was like a mission for you?"

Now William had to suppress a smile as he quickly pondered your question.

"Maybe…" he softly replied, flashing you a cheeky grin.

"Oh god, you heard me yesterday when I told the girls about Terry making me squirt once, didn't you?" you chuckled.

"Yes…" he sighed. "But honestly, I've wanted to make you squirt pretty much every time I've gone down on you," he admitted with a light chuckle, gently scratching the back of his head.

You couldn't help but give him a wry grin and shake your head, finding it a mix of amusing and hot at the same time.

"I don't think I have much to complain about, do I?" you smirked at him. "Shit, you're so good at this, babe..."

William chuckled, hovering over you as his face drew closer to yours. You gently reclined back before using your fingers to wipe his face, feeling your own slick juices, then drawing him down for a kiss. Your mouths eagerly met, tongues dancing together, as you savoured the taste of yourself before breaking apart.

"I just love spoiling you," he then remarked.

"Mmm," you flashed him a mischievous smile. "But, now what should we do about this?" you asked with a smirk, your eyes darting downwards to his very hard cock, snugly tucked away in his sweats, clearly yearning for release.

"Hmm, I guess we'll have to wait until later, and then you can take good care of it," he grinned.

While you felt a twinge of disappointment at not having his cock inside you and also sympathised with your boyfriend's need for release, you couldn’t help but also feel a bit overwhelmed by William's intense work on you. So, you simply nodded and let out a small sigh before both of you pushed yourselves up from the bed.

William of course played tonight's match with an enormous grin, utterly content with his performance on you before the game. It had given him a surge of confidence unlike anything else, leading to him scoring a hatty for the night.

And as your core began to feel normal again, it was only right to thank him for it once you got home. You didn't even make it to the bedroom before dropping to your knees in the kitchen. And while William could easily have finished just then and there, he chose to have you sprawled on the dining table, deeply thrusting into you, making you moan his name and other sounds once more, before he released and celebrated properly by finishing inside you.

#thirst night #18+#william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine

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harlowhockeystick · 2 months

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Thinking about when William said that he can have sex 3 hours before leaving for a game. I have a feeling that sometimes it’s because he can’t fall asleep for his pregame nap. When you’re not there he just jerks off but if you’re there he wants you. Whether that’s you sucking him off or riding him. He just needs a release so he can take his nap. - 🌙

i read that as “he can have sex for 3 hours” and that took me to ANOTHER PLANET

#my asks #18+#thirst night #william nylander #🌙

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senditcolton · 1 month

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seeing how aggressive andrei svechnikov plays tonight sends me spiraling. like this man can manhandle me all day all night help

aggressive manhandling andrei svechnikov is something everyone needs, me thinks.

like, i feel that this man has two sides. on one hand, he would be the sweetest most attentive lover two you, literally the definition of 'making love'.

but on the other hand... sometimes he just needs to get his energy out and really just let go. the man is possessed, throwing you on the bed, flipping and manipulating you into any position. it's desperate, it's needy, it's messy, it's HOT. multiple orgasms - hell - all throughout the house. man is not stopping until both you and him are satiated.

send in your thirsty thursday thoughts!

#thirst night

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hockeyblogg · 1 year

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pov: sleepover fantasy w/ freddie

you’re both laying on the couch, blankets on the floor bc of your maneuvering around, fred leans down to pick up a thin sheet, draping it across you two and you cuddle into him, half asleep. freddie feels your thin panties pressing against his bulge which is hardening by the second, your breathing becomes shaky as you subconsciously start grinding against him, and eventually you feel him push his boxers down, his dick popping out and pressing into your thigh. fred grabs your panties and pulls them to the side, slowly and gently pushing deeper and deeper into your tight hole, biting his lip to stop from growling. finally reaching the hilt, balls deep, he sighs, “is that good kæreste?” your breath is soft and shaky in his ear and you grind your hips into him, pressing your face into his neck and eagerly nod. you both are too sleepy to do anything, but it’s a game of chicken that will end with stream after stream of his thick, sticky cum pouring inside and coating your walls.

#too intense?#nah #ok maybe #but its freddie #that man deserves this #frederik andersen x reader #frederik andersen imagine #freddie andersen x reader #freddie andersen imagines #thirst night #kazzy speaks freddie

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 8 months

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In mood for some asks for DADDY FIC COUPLE send me some😭💅🥹

#DADDY FIC #jungkook #jungkook x reader #thirst night #jungkook smut

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this-is-ally-and-im-confused · 2 years

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angry sex with Nolan Patrick

I’m dead

…hate fucking with Nolan Patrick.

#send in requests #send anything #ally loves hockey #thirst night #ally’s thirst night

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ftmsteveraglan · 3 months

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the fnaf movie really was a win for bisexuals. we got:

-sad pathetic wet cat short king who's actually a single mother

-evil dilf who's canonically gross and stinky and calls himself daddy

-perfect angel woman who has never done anything wrong in her entire life fighting through the horrors™

-matpat

#for legal reasone i'm not thirsting over matpat i know he's married lmao #we just love him around here #but hey i'm just thirsty for these three #every type is your type when you're chronically thirsty #william afton #steve raglan #mike schmidt #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #ness the waiter #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #shitpost #ftmsr

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xythlia · 3 months

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› he's obsessed w you (and your pussy)

mdni. f!reader. pussy worshipping satoru. fingering. clit play. edging. multiple orgasms. biting mention. squirting.

satoru who loves playing with your pussy, getting you situated between his legs and creeping his hands up your thighs. especially if you wore those cute sleep shorts to bed last night, the ones that bunch up around your ass when you wake up and sleepily pad into the kitchen looking for coffee.

you don't have to worry, he's got something that can wake you up much better than a cup of steaming hot caffeine ever could. he's practically addicted to the way you moan, quiet and breathy, as his fingers stroke you through your shorts at first. squirming in his hold as you feel his erection press against your lower back but he's not concerned about himself just yet.

placing wet, sloppy kisses against the side of your neck, trailing his tongue against your warm skin makes his head spin and he's gotta use his other hand to hold your hip firmly in place. no wiggling away from him, not when the thought of you has been tempting him since last night. when you whine out his name and paw as his forearms it just urges him on, pulling the fabric to the side to swipe his fingers against you and feel just how wet you are.

"woke up like this, huh? you know I can help," he purrs against the back of your neck as your head rolls back to rest against his chest. Your lips are parted and little puffs of air are coming harshly from between them as his index delicately circles your clit. He doesn't apply much pressure, it's almost like the ghost of a touch against you but it's enough to already have you whining and begging for him to touch you more, stop being so mean 'toru.

but you don't know he's not being mean, quite the opposite it's just that the slick feeling of your pussy drives him insane and feeling the sticky warmth inside you as he slides two fingers against your fluttering walls makes curses drop from his mouth instantly. The way you massage his fingers in a pulsing rhythm is beyond sinful, your body begging him to indulge more, more, more.

and who is he to deny you?

"shit," he grips a handful of your inner thigh as his fingers keep working you open at a lazy pace. there's no rush, not this morning when the sun's barely up and the sounds of the world waking have yet to reach through the exterior of your home. he can feel the way your muscles tense, flexing and holding taut every time he scissors his long fingers against your silky walls.

the squelching sound that fills the apartment makes him salivate, if it was possible he'd have hearts in his eyes from that alone. you're absolutely soaked now, arousal coating his fingers and seeping into the palm of his hand as your hips buck and jerk in a sporadic rhythm shamelessly desperate to chase your release.

but he doesn't want this to be over too soon, not when he's only just started. so he switches, fingers pulling out of you and moving back up to rub your adorably puffy clit. it makes your voice crack and he knows without even looking that there's tears in your eyes now, and you're beyond the point of being able to speak now it's just hiccuped moans and broken cries of his name joining the squishy sound of him toying with you.

it may as well be his own personal platinum record, he could have this cacophony on repeat for a week and die a happy man. his other hand drifts up to grope and massage your breasts intermittently through your t-shirt, one stolen from his wardrobe that you look so jaw dropping in. he groans feeling your nails bite into his forearm, his teeth returning the favor against the side of your neck while you sob and your body goes rigid in his lap.

he knows this is it, feels the stray tears splash against his hand as they drop from your face while your gasps turn silent, mouth hung open and body rigid while his fingers never stop playing with your clit as you ride out the orgasm and he feels, somehow, even more of your slick mixed with cum dripping out of you and making even more of a mess between your legs.

but even after you start coming down satoru doesn't stop. rolling your cute little clit between his fingers and making you nearly jump out of your skin from the unrelenting pleasure, squeezing his arm and begging for a break.

"don't wanna leave my favorite girl just yet," and you just know he's talking about both you and your pussy. it makes you groan and grind your hips again as his fingers dip back inside you, languidly exploring every inch of you while your body can't help but spam intermittently, aftershocks of your previous orgasm hitting against the new waves of pleasure building towards a second.

"toru please," you cry out, the sounds getting mangled by the way your breathing gets so harsh. you're practically crying now, and it's not just your thighs shaking by your whole body because he's taking advantage of the fact that your first orgasm left you so raw.

he shushes you, coos at you so sweetly while his thumb presses against your clit again and you sob, clawing at his skin as he settles on a more rapid pace this time, just to see you come fully undone in his lap. it doesn't take long at all, and he can feel the way liquid spurts against his hand. a lovesick grin works it's way across his face at that and he pulls his hand away fully, situating your shorts back in place over his favorite little treat as he places a sweet kiss to your temple.

satoru knows you're basically made of jello now, answering him in little grunts when he asks if you'd like to sit with him in the bath for a bit, let him hold you and work your body and mind back to full consciousness. carefully he gathers you in his arms, peppering more kisses across your face in silent thanks for always being so good to him, good for him.

#he'd basically have a telepathic connection to it in ur relationship lmao #would spend every night going to town on you if you let him #jjk smut #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader #jjk drabble #gojo thirst

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goryhorroor · 6 months

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day 18 of horror: female vampires

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joonberriess · 28 days

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Listening to Britney Spears Toxic right now. How about a little something to this lyrics

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slippin' under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

☆ mafia!jk, mentions of threats and toxic relationships, oc is a little…interesting to say the least.

you know you shouldn’t. ‘he’s not good for you’ the tiny voice in your head screams at you.

but why do you keep coming back and letting him in..? it’snotyourfaultit’snotyourfault, it’s.not.your.fault.

“go away jungkook,” you yell from the other side of the door, there’s only one thing stopping him and it’s this flimsy door. you try not to imagine him breaking this door down, there’s nothing holding him back.

“isn’t this what you wanted though? to talk? so here i am baby, why don’t you open the door yeah? we can have a niceeee long talk, talk about us allll you want.” the door knob wiggles.

you want to, but then you remember the person you found out he was an hour ago when you walked into his apartment and he stood there in his crisp suit, all bloodied and a gun and knuckle brass tossed to the side. that’s how you found out your boyfriend was not a fucking chairman to a company, but a whole mob boss.

“c’mon baby,” he whispers, “open this door and let me in.”

you curl into yourself, “no, go away. i’m not changing my mind and i don’t ever wanna see you again!” your poor heart races in fear. you can hear him let out a disappointed sigh, but the next thing has you shaking.

“open this door y/n, or else more people are gonna die—you want that hm? i’ll kill everyone in this fucking building with a snap of my fingers.”

you’re insane because no way are you trembling in excitement now. you scream in shock as he kicks the door in and stands there with a menacing grin. he comes barreling in as he cups your face in his big hands, backing you into the counter as he lays rough kisses over your lips.

“oh how i missed these little lips of yours,” he murmurs in between the harsh kisses.

you whimper and grip his wrists tightly, but he has a feeling he won’t be needing to convince you any further with the way you timidly stand on your tippy toes to give him more access. “oh, you like that don’t you,” he whispers, “i’ll burn this fucking city to the ground if you don’t come back.”

#thirst night

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misshoneyimhome · 13 days

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I apologize if this was requested already after reading last night's chapter i got inspired innocence kink + breeding kink + daddy kink jewelry fetish + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + hand kink + exhibitionist i don't know about the daddy kink but i'm down with professor nylander

Oh, I’ve missed Professor Nylander 🫦💦 he’s such a good one to work on when you’re in need of something extra naughty and filthy 😈 😏

And babe, I don’t think anyone has ever requested all of this (at least not at the same time 😉) but it did give me a lot to work with 😊🤍 Though I did forget about the breeding kink... my apologies!

Still hope you enjoy it 🙏🏼

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m receiving); fingering; unprocted sex (p in v); dom/sub (ish); basically everything in the request ⬆️

Word count; 5.6K

[Prof!Willy x reader]

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Please, excuse me I don't mean to be rude… But tonight I'm fuckin' you I William Nylander [AU] 🖋️⚡️💦

You just couldn't stop staring. The way his arm moved, his strong hand gripping the pen as he wrote on the board in the lecture hall had you completely captivated.

You were in your usual spot for Professor Nylander's class, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

It had been a few weeks since you'd had that little chat on the sofa, and though you hadn't talked about labels or anything further, what you knew was: a) neither of you were sleeping with anyone else, b) he'd shown jealousy when Josh Adams tried to flirt with you, and c) you didn't appreciate Angie Turner's attempts to come onto him.

And d) even though it was all kinds of wrong, you found yourself falling deeper into your relationship with Professor William Nylander.

In your mind, he was the most attractive man alive, and there was no one else for you. No one could compare to him, so all you could think was that you needed to get through the final months and exams, and then you could be together.

Well, if William was up for it, of course. You weren't entirely sure what was going on in his head. Every time you crossed paths, he kept it neutral and calm but when it was just the two of you, he could rock your world for hours.

And William was definitely skilled when it came to sex. The way his mouth worked on your sweet little tight core, could make your head spin. It was like he used magic when he added his fingers to the mix, curling them to hit your most sensitive spot and send you into overdrive.

Moreover, his member was nothing to be embarrassed about either. William had confidence, and you knew exactly why. Not just from his physical training as a child and teenager, aiming to become a professional hockey player before an ankle injury ended that dream. But also, from his skilled... well, everything. He was creative, to say the least. And to top it all off, his member had that slight curve to the right, hitting just the right spot over and over again.

However, your relationship had also slowly become more romantic and tender. Though you couldn’t go on public dates for obvious reasons, he had treated you to dinner a few times now, enjoyed at his place. Sometimes on the couch in front of the telly, which may or may not lead to passionate snogging sessions. And sometimes at the dining table, a romantic setting that may or may not end in a passionate encounter on the surface.

Alright, needless to say, your relationship was filled with raw and mind-blowing sex.

And today was no different.

As you watched him intently during the lesson, you had to stop yourself from biting your lip. His suit looked particularly sharp today, fitting nicely around his bum, and his rolled-up sleeves revealed his strong arms. He'd opted for dark grey trousers and a semi-loose white shirt, and you couldn't help but imagine how you'd unbutton it later.

Shaking your head to snap back to reality, you cleared your throat and refocused. Yet, as always, you felt a little tempted to stir things up, maybe ensuring you'd definitely get some action later. So, you sent him a text.

"Can’t wait to have those hands on me 🫦 you’re turning me on just by writing"

It wasn't anything too wild, but you knew it would provoke a reaction from William, and you couldn't wait to see how he'd respond.

You didn't feel sorry about what you’d done during the lecture. At least, not at first.

After the call, William had naturally invited you to join him for dinner, but that evening's meal turned out to be more than just a serving of Italian takeaway.

First things first were that he’d asked you to dress nicely - which you knew in his world meant something that was easy to discard and could/should include a skirt of a sort. So naturally, you opted for another schoolgirl-like outfit; the “Hit me Baby one more time” era inspired look, just a tad more modern.

You wore socks just below the knee, a red checkered skirt, a white blouse (no time for buttons), and your long-curled locks styled in a half-up 'do with space buns, giving it a cute, innocent vibe.

And William was left speechless when he saw you. His jaw almost dropped as he looked at your outfit and your cute smile. Did he maybe have a bit of a daddy kink? Perhaps, but he didn’t mind. He knew you were a mature adult, taking responsibility for your own actions, and your relationship was consensual. He trusted that you would speak up if you weren’t comfortable with these kinds of intimate actions with him, so he didn’t dwell too much on whether it was right or wrong.

Moreover, you didn’t complain either. Your professor wasn’t just attractive, but he was attentive too, ensuring all your needs were met and prioritising you first - something guys your age weren’t always too concerned about.

So, after the delicious dinner where you’d playfully re-enacted a scene akin to the lady and the tramp with the spaghetti, you found yourself swiftly in his lap, straddling him - not exactly ladylike.

Your tongues intertwined as you shared a deep, hungry kiss, his hands resting on your buttocks while yours were tangled in his hair. It was passionate and messy, your fingers lightly pulling on his locks as his hands squeezed your cheeks.

The urge to let your hips rock against him was irresistible, your pulsating core pressing against his slowly hardening member. But William stopped you. Sensing his trousers becoming tighter around his crotch, he pulled back, allowing you both to catch your breath.

“I’ve got something for you…” he murmured, his hands still holding onto you firmly.

“Mmm... I can feel that,” you teasingly remarked, allowing yourself to rock a few more times.

“Not just that, babe,” he chuckled lightly, before gently moving you off his lap and walking to the desk to retrieve a small black box. Returning to the sofa and sitting next to you once more, he opened it.

Inside was a white-gold necklace with two charms: one bearing a W, and the other a locker.

You were taken aback. Had he actually bought you a gift? Did that mean you were more to him than just a sexual partner?

Suddenly, you realised you were holding your breath. Snapping back to reality, you let out a deep breath and flashed him a smile.

“Wow, Willy... it’s incredibly beautiful,” you spoke softly. “But you didn’t have to do that…” You tried to act as if this wasn’t the sweetest thing any man had ever done for you, but you couldn’t contain your excitement.

“I know... but I wanted to... since we can’t be officially together, at least I could show you that I wanted more than just... sex,” he admitted softly, offering you a mix of a smile and a smirk. “It doesn’t have to mean anything special; I just thought it looked nice, and you deserve to be treated like a princess.”

His words were incredibly sweet, and you couldn’t help but let the smile spread across your face.

“Oh, Willy, I love it,” you replied, sincerely looking into his eyes.

“Well, then turn around.”

And without hesitation, you did. Lifting your hair, you allowed William to gently place the slightly cold piece of jewellery around your neck, followed by his lips tenderly planting a few butterfly kisses behind your ear.

However sweet and romantic the moment was, there was an undeniable sense of sincere commitment hanging in the air, alongside a mutual longing for each other.

And as William gently nipped your earlobe, he then growled deeply. “Now… where were we?”

You couldn’t help but gulp lightly as his voice sent shivers down your spine, a slight tingling occurring between your legs.

Then, very slowly, William let his large hand gently wrap around your neck, his mouth moving to the opposite side as he spoke huskily once again. “So, you want to feel my hands on you? You want me to touch you?” He asked rhetorically, referring to your naughty text from earlier.

With another gulp, you carefully nodded under his grip, a soft ‘mmm’ confirming his questions.

“Good girl…” he softly muttered, his praise sending signals straight to your eager core. “Then go to the bed and wait for instructions.”

And again, without hesitation, you immediately complied. Rising from your seat as William released his hold, you made your way to the bed and stood waiting, just as he had instructed.

You stood with your back to him, facing the king-size bed, as you heard him unbuckling his belt. And as he kept you waiting for a few more minutes, you assumed he’d undressed completely - and you were right.

As he drew nearer to you, you felt his bare chest against your back, his hands freely roaming your curves as he breathed near your hair.

“Take off your clothes and bend over,” he ordered simply. But as you slowly removed your blouse and bra, he stopped you. “Keep the skirt and socks on.”

And naturally, you obeyed. And as you stood with your arse exposed to him, hands resting on the bed for support, you once again felt his hands on you, sliding beneath the fabric of your skirt to find your underwear. With a quick motion, he pulled them down, allowing you to step out of them.

You tried to maintain your composure, but despite controlling your breath, you couldn't help but gasp as his thick fingers traced up your folds.

“Mmm… so wet for me, baby girl…”

William was thoroughly pleased with what he found, and as he continued to explore your flesh with his fingers, he relished in the soft moans he elicited from your lips. Occasionally touching your clit gently, he knew he was making you feel good, yet he didn’t give you everything right away. You had to earn it. Instead, he slowly inserted two fingers past your entrance, effortlessly stretching you.

You were dripping for him. And as he moved his fingers in and out of your core, you felt the pleasurable sensation that only he could bring. The way he curled his fingers upwards just right had him hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. And your eager moans conveyed nothing else but how much you were enjoying it.

The sound of your wet pussy echoed through the room as William picked up the pace, his other hand supporting your lower back as he noticed your legs trembling slightly.

You had to shut your eyes as the stimulation intensified, a knot forming in your stomach and your mind entering a foggy state. You sensed an impending orgasm approaching, knowing it wouldn’t be long if he kept this speed.

And William gladly persisted. Taking pleasure in the sight before him as he observed how responsive you were to him, with moans and deep breaths escaping you with each thrust, he then intensified his movements. Fingering you vigorously, he was intent on bringing you to climax, and he knew your body intimately, giving him the confidence to know just how to push you over the edge.

As his fingering sent waves of pleasure through your body, your moans grew louder, your hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. You were so close. Incoherent breaths escaped you as William drove you towards ecstasy, and finally, you felt the climax nearing.

“Mmm… oh, Willy… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered quietly. And as he maintained the intense speed, William let you reach your peak, causing you to bow your head, moan out his name in a sensual scream, before having to take in deep breaths to recover.

It took almost a minute for you to come down from the high, and as you suddenly felt the absence of his fingers withdrawing from your pussy, you heard him chuckle darkly behind you. “Done already? Oh, baby girl, we’re just getting started.”

With those words, you realised the night had only just begun.

And it didn’t take long before William firmly grasped you, pushed you down onto your knees, and tapped your lips, signalling you to open your mouth. The ease with which he could slide his hard length into your warmth, pressing it deeper into your throat as you skilfully took him, left him thoroughly satisfied.

You were talented, he had to give you that. Working his shaft with both your mouth and hand to please him. Breathing through your nose, you did your utmost to show him just how skilled you were, while coating his shaft with saliva as he guided your head. Then pulling back to catch your breath while still stroking him, before eagerly taking him back in.

“Mmm, you're so good to me,” William moaned softly as he leaned his head back slightly, relishing in the pleasure you were giving him. His hand gripped tightly onto your hair, and as he felt his climax approaching, he wanted to pull away, not wanting to finish just yet. But you were making him feel too good to stop.

Rocking his hips slightly against your movements, he let himself succumb to the impending release. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…” he warned. And by the time you pulled away to catch your breath, he looked down at you with intense eyes, gripping his member firmly as he eagerly stroked it. “Stick out your tongue.”

Once again, you obeyed his command. Then, with a deep grunt and his eyes rolling back in his head, William released himself all over your mouth, chin, and cheek. He painted your face like a canvas, marking you as his own.

And as he slowly opened his eyes, coming down from the high, he admired his handiwork. While you remained in position, he gently ran his thumb over your lips, delicately playing with his own cum as he enjoyed the sight of you on your knees.

“My little cum slut…” he murmured as he smeared some of the stickiness onto your lips for you to taste.

“Mmm…” you hummed as you gently sucked his thumb, then licked your lips to savour more of him.

It was intensely arousing for him to watch, but he was still eager to feel himself inside your warmth. And being the gentleman he was, he allowed you a moment to wipe your face before pulling you onto the bed, pressing you down as he pinned your hands on either side of your head.

Your core was still tingling from the first orgasm, but William was also still hard, craving for more, so he didn’t give you any time to rest. With a forceful thrust, he easily slipped his cock into your cunt, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips.

William fucked you deeply, almost reaching places you hadn't known existed, sending your mind spinning with pleasure.

And as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot, he couldn't help but grin at the loud, uninhibited moans he was eliciting from you, which only spurred him on to increase his thrusts.

His grip around your wrists tightened as he pounded into you, his length stimulating your walls with every thrust. It was almost overwhelming for you to handle. William was relentless. His self-control waned as your pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, and his sole mission was to push you over the edge.

And he was succeeding. You could feel another orgasm building within you, your mind clouded as you were filled inside and stimulated in your core.

“Mmm, fuck, Willy… I’m gonna cum…” you whispered in a soft cry, your eyes rolling back as he pushed you closer.

“That’s it, cum for me, baby… show me what a good slut you are for me…”

And that was all it took for you to arch your back beneath him, your walls tightening around his member as you let the ecstasy take over once more. It was intense. His dominant demeanour was overwhelming, and as you embraced your role as his good girl, you simply tried to take him so well.

Then as you began to come down from the high, William admired you, revelling in how he could make you feel. Releasing your hands and sitting back, he couldn't help but gaze at the necklace he'd given you, a symbol of your relationship's deep connection, trust, and comfort.

However, the tender moment was short-lived as he withdrew his length, took a firm hold of you, and spun you around onto your hands and knees. Which was undoubtedly his favourite position. It gave him ultimate power to thrust deeply and vigorously, while also providing you with incredible sensations.

He then gave your cheek a firm spank, eliciting a little squeak from you before plunging back into your core.

“Shit…” you muttered as he swiftly increased his pace, once again stimulating you deeply with rapid and forceful thrusts, just as he knew you liked it.

But it was too much. His hips pounded harder and harder against your bum, surely leaving a reddened mark. And as his fingers dug into your hips, you felt your cunt dripping with juices, trailing down the inside of your thigh. You cried out loud with every thrust, feeling like nothing more than a piece of meat for his pleasure.

But it was all part of the role play. As your mind turned to mush, your vision blurred, and your fingers clenched the sheets, you allowed yourself to edge closer to another climax. The impending orgasm forming as William rapidly moved his cock in and out, overstimulating your walls.

“Willy… Mmm… I can’t…” you cried out as your body started to feel numb and spent from his vigorous fucking.

“What's that?” he spoke, still thrusting at the same intense speed. “Can't handle me, baby? Not being a good little slut for me?”

But you couldn't form a coherent response. Instead, you moaned and whimpered as he delivered another hard spank to your ass, leaving it a solid red hue. Then, he moved his hand to your neck once more, his other hand finding your lower abdomen as he firmly pulled you up and held you against his chest.

His pace slowed slightly in the new position, allowing you to catch your breath, yet his firm grip remained thrilling and dominant. And as he growled once more in your ear, you couldn’t help but gasp.

“Hmm… I know you're a good girl… my little princess,” his deep voice echoed in your ear, his hand maintaining a firm grip around your throat without restricting your airways. “Your cunt is made for me…” He then moved his hand slightly to touch the necklace... “And you belong to me… you’re mine.”

His words were like a spell as he spoke huskily. And with his cock deeply buried inside you, thrusting hard and deep, you couldn’t help but surrender to him once more.

“I’m yours…”

And as if those were the magic words, William pounded vigorously a few more times before allowing you to reach your final climax, your muscles tightening around him, causing him to release himself into you. He let out a deep grunt as he spilled his cum, painting your walls just as he had your face. Then, gently releasing his hold on you, he guided you back to support yourself on the mattress.

Your head hung low as you gasped for air, your mind still fuzzy as you slowly opened your eyes. Then you heard William chuckle darkly behind you as he slowly withdrew his cock and spread your cheeks apart.

“Mmm… show me how good of a cum slut you are…”

He watched your pussy intently, relishing the sight of his dripping cum from your core. Then, delicately, he used a finger to glide through your sensitive folds, eliciting another light gasp from you. He then picked up some of his fluids and traced it up your cheeks, over your butthole, and to your lower back.

The air hung heavy as you both needed to calm down and return to reality. And when William had finished playing with his cum and marking you as his own, he broke the comfortable silence.

“Come on, baby, I think you need a shower.”

It was an unspoken way of returning to the romantic relationship that had developed between you, away from the dom/sub role play. William's attentive and mature nature made him a wonderful and caring person, ensuring you didn't actually feel like a slut, despite the names he used during your most intense moments.

And as he held you close under the water, you felt nothing but comfort and solace in his embrace. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder something.

“So… the necklace, Willy,” you smoothly turned in his arms and gazed up at him. “Does that mean… we’re exclusive?”

Your voice almost trembled as you asked. You didn’t want to seem needy or anything of the sort, but you needed confirmation. And William simply smiled as he locked eyes with you, his thumb tracing over your lower lip as he considered how to articulate his response.

And with a gentle nod, he conveyed his thoughts. “Yes, baby… we’re exclusive.

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