#it's Profiling 101

[little-diable]

Profiling 101 – Professor Aaron Hotchner Masterlist

Coming to your local Tumblr next month, a new series y'all voted for. I promise there will be lots of smut (you know me), but please also show some love to the chapters that have no smut in them. A big thank you to @deathofpeaceofmind for brainstorming with me and for her ideas. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader enrolls in professor Hotchner's class "Profiling 101", a man she has always looked up to, a man who treats her like an asshole from day one. Will her need for academic validation manage to push the two closer together? Will her bright mind push her into the world of Aaron Hotchner and the BAU team? Will he manage to keep his distance before the world he tries to protect her from can get its grasp on her?

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

Chapter 1 – A word of advice

Chapter 2 – The Porcelain Killer

Chapter 3 – Saturn swallowing his son

Chapter 4 – Your drunken foolishness

Chapter 5 – A complicated man

Chapter 6 – A secret to hold, a secret to share

Chapter 7 – Mine to own, mine to hold

Chapter 8 – A losing game

Chapter 9 – The Game is Won

This series is now complete

[ravenlilyrose]

Was watching Profiling 101 where we see Hotch and Rossi meet, and I’m convinced that if they hadn’t been on stage in front of a ton of college kids, one of the others would have made a ‘How I met your mother’ joke.

[hinge]

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[v-67]

Sleep deprived thoughts 101 idk?

So in the reality, in the actual world which consists of no superheroes w crazy powers

The people who are crazy rich are equivalent to the rich superheroes (i.e maybe batman?) w/o the element of justice to them (and maybe their parents not being killed off)

So at this point it would be nice if one of those guys just pulled a gag of dropping hints that he's batman and they have enough power to pull this off by manipulating newspapers to publish rubbish articles about themselves? Or even just Instagram bullshit? (Now that I think about it, maybe someone might have done this lol) (But it should be someone so influential that it breaks the boundaries throughout the world, everyone, like every one should be talking about it kinda thing)

So they can just make up something, something really really obscure superhero thing and for legal purposes add that this is a bit or something if it wasn't clear enough

And then another billionaire would join in and it would be like a funny thing going on about who actually is batman

While DC would sue them both by some legality loophole and they'd settle the matter or pursue the legal battle

So DC would be like their antagonist?

And they'll keep paying DC off because they're so rich and all that

And it would be so funny

And DC would still not come up with a good movie with all that money (no hate, just a joke)

[capn-twitchery]

i Really need to make character profiles bc i keep getting random influxes of new followers (hello btw! welcome🫡) and people probably have no goddamn idea what's going on with my characters

sorry my bad. welcome to my house where i post about ocs, my files are all over the floor and i can't afford a filing cabinet. you have to find info out via scavenger hunt

[red-thread-and-constellations]

30 Days of Deity Devotion

Day One : Basic Introduction of The Deity

Ariadnê

Αριαδνη (Most Holy)

✦ Domains

The Labyrinth

Pathways

Life & Death

Fertility

Forgiveness

(SPG) Heartbreak

✦ Duties

Consort of Dionysos

Princess of Crete

✦ Personality (UPG)

She is kind and bubbly in the most bright way. She is the grandchild of Helios (the sun) and it shines through with her personality. She is joy, but only the kind of joy you find after a long period of pain. She is generous but not naive. Her worlds are genuine and true but dont take that for granted. She knows what she wants and never speaks without knowing. She is in love with humanity and in love with the world. A helpless romantic with the scars to prove it. If she is angered she has the feminine rage of a thousand ancestors, she has felt the grief and heartbreak of the world and uses it in her defense.

✦ Appearance (UPG)

She will appear to everyone differently and every myth has a different perspective about what she looks like.

To me she has sun tanned olive skin, littered with freckled showing her favor from Helios. Her eyes glimmer golden from her divine heritage. Her black hair is full and curled, she usually wears it in the traditional Minoan style along with her clothes. However she never wears shoes and her hands are covered in callouses from her adventures. Her body is lean as she is/was a dancer. She wears a crown of stars given to her by her husband.

✦ Epithets

The Keeper of The Labyrinth

The Most Holy

Princess of Crete

Consort of Dionysos

The Heartbroken

The Abandoned

The Hero

✦ Mythology

✦ Symbols

Flora

Naxos' Oranges

Winegrapes and Vines

Olive trees

Crete's Thyme

Iris

Cretan Zelkova

Fauna

Bulls

Leopards

Scents

Frankincense

Citrus

Vanilla

Coconut

Ocean/Sea

The Stars

Colors

Purple / Black / Red / Blue / Green / Gold

Elements

Water / Earth / Stars

Tarot

Judgement

The Star

[saphqi]

another wiz!!!!!!!

Destiny Skullwalker belongs to @deathschool / cobrastarship :D

[vinylv1]

This is Alice, Chloe’s girlfriend. She is a calico cat and like her girlfriend, she is also a perky goth girl and is friendly, energetic and feisty. Chloe also has pictures of her in her room, especially ones featuring herself with her.

(Also, Chloe and Alice’s relationship dynamic is basically Tack and Princess Yum Yum from The Thief and The Cobbler)

(With Alice and Chloe being Princess Yum Yum and Tack respectively of course)

[hepbaestus]

I just saw the flashback mullet that they have Spencer in 7x22 "Profiling 101" and my god it is bad.

[cowes]

spencer's flashback hair extension mullet are a FASHION CRIME. how could the costume department do this. just give him a wig at this point.

[reiderwriter]

not me trying to get through the rest of Criminal Minds so I can finally read your fics past season 6 canon

AJDIANOABOA THEY'RE ALL PAST SEASON 6 CANON BESTIE I'M SO SORRY MOST OF MY FICS ARE SEASON 7 SPENCER BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN HE'S AT HIS MOST HOT AND BITCHY (oh my god you haven't seen profiling 101 yet.. Oh my god you haven't seen ZUGZWANG yet.... You're going to be a different person)

You have so many good times ahead of you 🫡

Also pls everyone tell me your favourite episodes of CM I need to know which ones you imprinted on lmao

[life-and-love-in-a-myst]

A friend of Mrs H from college days has invited the team to give a series of guest lectures on their work. While the team were setting up, Mrs H started teasing Hotch, much to Rossi's amusement. Even though Hotch tries hard, he can't help smile at his wife.

Derek, who was standing just behind Mrs H, quickly took this photo. The team are thankful that their boss is smiling again.

[hinge]

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[little-diable]

Your drunken foolishness – Professor Aaron Hotchner (Profiling 101 Series, Part 4/?)

Chapter four, here we go! Finally we have some smut going on! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader enrolls in professor Hotchner's class "Profiling 101", a man she has always looked up to, a man who treats her like an asshole from day one. Will her need for academic validation manage to push the two closer together? Will her bright mind push her into the world of Aaron Hotchner and the BAU team? Will he manage to keep his distance before the world he tries to protect her from can get its grasp on her?

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), lots of tension, descriptions of violence, Aaron is a jerk in this

Pairing: Professor!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (2.3k words)

Profiling 101 Series Masterlist

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five

She woke with a quiet groan rumbling through her, eyes pressed together, trying to distract herself from her pounding headache. It took (y/n) a few moments to realise where she was, and who was laying next to her, still fast asleep. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the gloomy morning, to the features of Aaron Hotchner, not used to seeing him this relaxed.

(Y/n) almost cursed herself for being this stupid, for asking him to stay when she had disturbed his evening, too drunk to realise what she was doing. But now, as she was laying there next to him, with his arm protectively placed over her middle, no curse managed to leave her, somewhat grateful for the confidence her drunken mind had focused on. 

“I can feel you staring.” Aaron’s rough morning voice reverberated through the room, leaving (y/n) chuckling as a soft “Sorry” rolled off her tongue. He opened his eyes, slowly, almost carefully as if he wasn’t sure how to react to their closeness. Their eyes held contact, waiting until either one looked away, and yet neither of them did.

Her hand started moving before she could stop herself from cupping his warm cheek, feeling the stubble of his beard pressing against her fingertips. A hum left Aaron as (y/n) stroked his skin, wondering how she’d ever be able to pull away from the man her heart was longing for. Perhaps it was the calmness of the moment, perhaps it was the fact that for the first time in months Aaron didn’t feel the need to frown, to listen to his racing thoughts, whatever it was, (y/n) couldn’t help but thank her lucky stars for it as he finally closed the gap between them. 

The kiss was hesitant at first, giving one another the chance to pull away, to put an end to this before things could escalate, but neither Aaron nor (y/n) wanted to end this. He shuffled around, laying flat on his back, with (y/n) pulled on top of him. Their lips kept meeting, allowing the kiss to grow deeper as their bodies guided them, urged on by their longings. 

A whimper left her as her clothed heat met his growing bulge, making them groan in desperation, needing to cling to whatever the other wanted and could offer. Her hands started moving down his upper body, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch, but Aaron didn’t stop her, allowing her to find her way to his sweatpants.

“Can I?” She murmured her words against his slightly swollen lips, waiting for him to speak up, to allow her to touch him or to pull back. It took Aaron a few moments to speak up, murmuring a soft “Go ahead, sweetheart” that left her heart skipping beats. Her hands trembled as she freed his cock, unable to stop her breath from hitching in her chest as she slowly wrapped her fingers around his twitching length. 

No words left either one of them as she shuffled further down his legs, giving herself enough room to lean down, tongue meeting his red tip. A groan ripped through Aaron as he pushed his head further into the pillow, veiny hands resting on her thighs. She was spurred on by the sinful sounds leaving him, lips parted to take as much of him as she could. 

The sight of him would forever race through her mind, his dark hair slightly dishevelled, his lips bruised from their kisses, his Adam's apple bobbing with every swallow. It was a sight she’d dream of, a sight she’d think back to whenever she’d have to take care of her longings, hand buried between her thighs, eyes squeezed shut. 

“Fuck, feels so good, you’re doing so well, sweetheart.” His praises left (y/n) grinning, hallowing her cheeks as she tried to take even more of him, with tears instantly welling up in her eyes. Aaron couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over her features, trying to memorise every single inch, thanking whoever was listening for pushing her into his grasp. 

One of her hands let go of his cock to slide up his upper body, disappearing underneath his shirt. The feeling of his muscles tensing beneath her touch, while his cock twitched in her mouth, left (y/n) trembling with pride, clinging to the thought of being the only one who was able to make Aaron Hotchner feel whatever he was now guided by. 

“I should have known your chatty mouth would be my death. I‘m close, baby.” Their eyes met as he tugged on her forearm, pulling her hand from his shirt to interlace their fingers. The moment had something almost sweet to it, forcing her to bob her head even faster, pushing Aaron over the edge with a moan clawing through him. His cum filled her cheeks, allowing (y/n) to properly taste him as she swallowed every drop. 

With a shaky breath exhaled she rose from her position, squealing in surprise as Aaron pulled her closer, flipping her down onto the mattress. Their lips met for a bruising kiss, a kiss that forced (y/n)’s hands to move, finding their way around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. His lips kissed their way down her neck, hands tugging on the hemline of her shirt, wanting to pull it over her head just as the sound of his phone going off ripped them apart. 

She didn’t miss the sigh leaving him as he reached for his phone, features instantly shifting back to the all too familiar frown she was more than used to by now. Suddenly the air around them began to shift, as if Aaron had been ripped out of a daydream, once again forced to face the life he had wanted to escape from. With her fingertips stroking up and down his arm, feeling his muscles beneath them just like she had done moments ago, (y/n) kept on watching him.

“There’s a new case waiting.” No longer was his voice sweet, no longer did it carry the same adoration it had carried moments ago. “Should I drive you home?” 

She didn’t manage to hide her expression of surprise as the question left Aaron, not expecting him to push her away that quickly, secretly hoping that he’d invite her to join him once again. (Y/n) found herself getting lost in his pupils for a few more seconds before she cleared her throat, only shaking her head with a small “No, thank you” leaving her.  

……

Ever since that morning at Aaron’s place, (y/n)’s heart had been aching, torn between the pain his sudden switch of emotions had inflicted upon her and between the harshness of her thoughts, reminding her that he didn’t owe her a thing, that he had been in no obligation to tug her along. But now, as she was sitting in her usual spot, watching him present a new case, (y/n) couldn’t help but direct her anger at the frowning man. She felt his eyes on her at any given chance, and yet she avoided his gaze at any cost, not daring to meet his eyes once. 

“Can anybody tell me what you can pick up from these pictures?” All eyes were drawn to the projected pictures, bloody pictures, cruel pictures that would need a heavy trigger warning in any other context. And yet a few gasps still filled the room, sounds that carried the disgust thumping through some of the students' systems. Even (y/n) had to heavily swallow, staring at the first picture that was taken in what appeared to be a slaughter house, showing blood covering the ground, followed by a second picture showing the beheaded body of a male victim, placed down in a completely different spot. 

“The victim was clearly beheaded.” A student called out, forcing a sigh out of Aaron as he stared the guy down, murmuring something under his breath neither (y/n) nor any other student could pick up on. 

“Let's go into the details, the pictures are filled with clues you should be able to pick up on by now.” His voice carried boredom, disappointment almost, eyes searching through the rows till he found (y/n)’s frame once again. For the first time since the start of this class almost an hour ago, she dared to look at him, watching his eyebrows furry, wordlessly daring her to speak up. 

“It seems as if he was dragged out of the first place, taking into consideration the clear escalation of the murder, it appears to be something personal, perhaps it was about money, or about love. The slaughterhouse must have been either the victim or the unsub’s workplace, which adds another personal layer. Did they find the head?” (Y/n)’s voice boomed through the room, all students had their focus on her, speaking about details that perfectly fit into the profile. Aaron wore a proud smile on his lips, a rather unusual burst of happiness none of the other students had ever expected to tug on the man’s features. 

“Yes, the unsub had forced his way into another man’s house, he left it there.” Once again the room was filled with silence, big eyes staring at the professor who couldn’t help but curse himself for building this class, already fed up with those that couldn’t follow some basic instructions. “I want you all to write a three page essay about what these pictures and the details I’ve uploaded can tell you, build a profile, don’t hesitate to add as many details as you can think of. As always, you’ll have time till Friday to upload your homework. Have a good week.”

Chatter suddenly filled the room, words and voices (y/n) didn’t spare any attention to, eyes still focused on Aaron, who kept looking at her. For a few seconds neither of them moved, till he nodded his head towards the hallway, wordlessly asking (y/n) to meet him outside. She moved slowly, taking her time to pack her bag, leaving him waiting outside with a massive wave of students suddenly passing by the tall professor. 

“Come, let's go to my office.” He didn’t give her a choice, Aaron had started walking before (y/n) could either deny or accept the invitation, forced to keep up with his long strides, pushing past students who stared at him with either adoration or fright laced in their gazes. Only as they stepped into his quiet office did the two finally manage to let go of the tension clinging to their bodies.

(Y/n) didn’t dare move, she watched him place his folders down, watched him pour two cups of coffee, placing hers down on his desk. Aaron pointed to the chair close to his, the one she had been sitting in days ago, dark eyes wandering up and down her frame as she slowly moved closer, taking her seat. 

“What am I doing here, professor?” A sigh left Aaron at the use of his title, not used to her voice sounding this cold and distanced. His hand rubbed his tired features before he took a sip of his coffee, eyes not leaving hers once. 

“Please, it’s Aaron when it's just us,” a sigh left him. “I am sorry for not taking you with me that day. But, as you heard just now, the case is quite brutal. I didn’t know what was expecting us, so I didn’t want to drag you along before knowing what it was about.” A humourless laugh left (y/n), head being shaked as she straightened her posture, keeping her gaze as cold as her voice. 

“It’s not about that, and you know that, Aaron. It’s about you pushing me away, about making me feel like I was just there for you to use, and after you had enough you let go. I couldn’t care less about you not wanting to take me with you to the BAU, even though you know just as well as I do that I am more competent than any other student trying to get into the FBI.” His features grew hard once again, matching the way she now talked to him, no longer trying to ease the hurt his actions had clearly pushed upon her. 

“Let me make something clear, (y/n).” She almost flinched at the harsh tone of his voice, not used to him using this very coldness to address her, not even matching their first few interactions. “You’re my student, nothing more. Yes, you are by far more competent than the others in the Profiling 101 class, but that’s all. Seeing you outside of class and the BAU was a mistake, but that is on you and your drunk foolishness. I shouldn’t have touched you, and I apologise for crossing that line.” 

An almost eerie silence engulfed the two, quiet moments (y/n) used to bite down her tears, the angry sobs threatening to break through her. She cleared her throat, reached for her bag and rose from the chair. Wordlessly she stared down on the frowning man, and with a shake of her head she murmured a sharp “Fuck you, Aaron.” 

She didn’t wait for a reply, body forcing her to stumble out of his office with tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as (y/n) forced herself to keep walking, chasing the once again growing distance between her and Aaron Hotchner. 

[queerspaceprince]

Id never noticed before, but i think theres an inconsistency in criminal minds 7x22

When rossi comes back to the team back when gideon left, its the first time the team (barring hotch) meet him.

Yet in 7x22, while giving a lecture about the 'womb ripper' case, it mentions that after rossi leaves to write books, theres another victim years later, so hotch calls him in to help. But by that time at least both morgan and reid are shown to be on the team. So? They wouldve met him before he officially came back, despite what they said in the other epidode.

Unless I'm missing something, idk.

[neverendingford]

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[ozataku]

PRODUCE 101 JAPAN SEASON 2 - PROFILE

🔗 PRODUCE 101 JAPAN WEB

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[gojosconsort]

blowjob 101 with satoru

𓂃୨ৎ after a movie night, you confess to your older best friend satoru that you’ve never given a blowjob and he offers to teach you at your doorstep.

𓂃୨ৎ pairing. afab!reader x older best friend!satoru gojo

𓂃୨ৎ warnings. mdni. oral sex (m receiving), age gap (consensual, reader early 20s, satoru early 30s), teaching, praise kink, cum

“you sure you don’t want popcorn?” satoru’s voice is a playful whisper, leaning close as the movie’s opening credits roll, his breath tickling your ear. you’re slouched in the cinema’s plush seats, shoulder brushing his, the dark theater hiding the way your pulse jumps.

he’s your best friend, ten years older, with his sharp grins and effortless charm, the kind of guy who makes your heart stutter even when he’s just being satoru. his arm’s slung over your seat, casual, like it’s always been—intimacy that’s normal, expected, yet electric every time.

“i’m good,” you murmur, smirking, nudging his elbow. “you’d just eat it all anyway.” he chuckles, low, hand dropping to your thigh, resting there like it’s nothing, fingers warm through your jeans. it’s always like this with him—close, tactile, a line you both toe without crossing. his thumb brushes idly, and you shift, pretending to focus on the screen, but your skin’s buzzing. he doesn’t move, just keeps his hand there, heavy, possessive in a way that feels safe, familiar.

the movie’s a blur, some action flick he picked, but you’re distracted, stealing glances at his profile—white hair catching the screen’s glow, blue eyes glinting when he catches you looking. “pay attention,” he teases, squeezing your thigh lightly, and you roll your eyes, shoving his hand halfheartedly.

“you’re the worst,” you whisper, but you’re smiling, and his grin says he knows you don’t mean it. the rest of the film passes in a haze, his hand never leaving your thigh, a quiet claim that makes your stomach flutter.

after, you’re in his car, a sleek black thing that smells like leather and him. he’s driving, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping the gearshift, city lights flashing past. “that movie was bullshit,” he says, laughing, glancing at you. “next time, you pick.” you snort, kicking your feet up on the dash, ignoring his mock glare. “you’d just complain anyway.” he grins, turning onto your street, and the banter flows—easy, stupid jokes about the movie’s plot holes, his bad driving, your worse taste in snacks.

“speaking of bad taste,” he says, tone shifting, playful but probing, “you still dodging guys or what?” you groan, slumping in the seat. “not dodging. just… picky.” he raises an eyebrow, smirking. “picky, huh? what, no one’s good enough for my girl?”

the my hits, possessive, and you shrug, cheeks warm. “maybe. haven’t exactly been… practicing.” he laughs, loud, head tipping back. “practicing? what, like it’s a sport? c’mon, spill.”

you hesitate, then blurt, “fine, i’ve never given a blowjob, okay? happy?” it’s meant to be defiant, but your voice cracks, embarrassed. he goes quiet, then whistles, grin widening. “damn, never? that’s… wild.” you punch his arm, mortified. “shut up! it’s not funny.” he’s still laughing, but it’s warm, not mocking. “nah, it’s not. it’s cute. you’re cute.” you glare, but he’s pulling into your driveway, parking, and the mood shifts, his laughter fading, eyes on you, intense.

you both get out, and he walks you to your doorstep, hands in his pockets, the night air cool. you fumble with your keys, and he leans against the doorframe, watching, quieter now. “you serious about the blowjob thing?” he asks, voice low, no teasing now, just curiosity, something heavier.

you pause, keys dangling, heart pounding. “yeah,” you admit, shy. “never got the chance.” he steps closer, towering over you, blue eyes dark in the porch light. “want me to teach you?” he says, soft, serious, a challenge and a promise. “just you and me. no one else.”

your breath catches. he’s always been possessive—glaring at guys who got too close, calling you his in that half-joking way—but this is different. “you’d… do that?” you whisper, and he nods, brushing a strand of hair from your face, thumb lingering on your cheek. “fuck yeah. you trust me, right?” you nod, pulse racing, and he smiles, warm, guiding you inside. “then let’s do this.”

inside, your apartment’s dim, lit by a single lamp. he leads you to the couch, sitting with his legs spread, patting the space between. “c’mere,” he says, voice gentle, and you kneel, heart hammering, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming. he’s so close, the faint scent of his cologne—citrus, clean—mixing with the wine on his breath. “relax, baby,” he murmurs, hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking your jaw. “it’s just me. you’re safe. we’ll go slow.”

he shifts, undoing his belt, the buckle’s clink making you flinch. “just gonna start easy,” he says, pushing his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free, thick, half-hard, intimidating. “shit,” you breathe, frozen, and he chuckles, hand on your shoulder. “don’t panic. you don’t have to take it all. touch me first.”

you reach out, fingers wrapping around him, tentative, and he inhales, guiding your hand. “like this,” he says, showing a slow stroke, base to tip, firm but patient. “not too tight. feels good already.” you mimic him, stroking, and he groans, “fuck, that’s it. good girl.”

the praise hits hard, heat pooling between your legs, and you shift, trying to focus. “you’re doing great,” he says, eyes locked on yours, possessive and warm. “wanna try your mouth?” you nod, eager but nervous, and he brushes your hair back, keeping it out of your face. “start with the tip. lick it, feel it out.” you lean in, tongue tasting the salty bead at the head, and he moans, “shit, just like that.” you lick again, circling, and he’s praising, “fuck, you’re a natural.”

you take him into your mouth, just the head, lips stretching, and he groans, hand resting lightly on your head, not pushing. “good, keep it slow,” he says, voice rougher, thighs tensing. “use your tongue.” you swirl it around the tip, sucking gently, and he’s unraveling, “goddamn, that’s it.” you hum, the vibration making him twitch, and he grips your hair, possessive but gentle. “fuck, you’re making me crazy.”

“look at me,” he says, and you glance up, meeting his eyes, dark with want, soft beneath the heat. “you’re so fucking pretty like this,” he mutters, and you moan, vibrating around him. “shit, do that again,” he groans, hips shifting, and you hum, sucking harder, feeling him pulse. “you’re mine,” he says, voice low. “no one else gets this.” you nod, mouth full, eager to please.

“try more,” he coaches, guiding gently. “breathe through your nose, relax your throat.” you inch down, taking more, careful not to gag, and he’s moaning, “yes, just like that.”

you bob your head, finding a rhythm, spit slicking your lips, and he’s losing it, thighs shaking. “fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” he pants, hand tightening, grounding. “use your hand too.” you wrap your fingers around the base, stroking with your mouth, and he groans, “goddamn, yes.”

you’re bolder, taking him deeper, lips tight, tongue on the underside, and he’s a mess, voice breaking. “you’re gonna ruin me,” he mutters, and you hum, feeling him twitch. you pull off, panting, spit on your chin, and he cups your face, wiping it away. “you okay?” he asks, gentle, checking in. “yeah,” you say, hoarse, smiling. “it’s fun.” he laughs, possessive edge back. “fun, huh? you’re gonna kill me.”

you dive back in, sucking deeper, hand stroking faster, and he’s close, voice urgent. “fuck, i’m—shit, slow down if you don’t want—” but you don’t, wanting to finish, and he groans, “you’re perfect, fuck, i’m—” he cums, hot, thick, spilling into your mouth, and you swallow most, some dripping down. he’s panting, stroking your hair, “so fucking good, baby.”

he pulls you up, kissing you deep, tasting himself. “you did so well,” he says, arms wrapping around you, possessive. “no one else gets you like this, yeah?” you nod, melting, and he kisses your forehead, smitten. “want me to teach you something else too, baby?”