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Is that a dog collar?

-I'm panicking, we're soon to be 800 followers and I don't have anything planned to thank you all. I did not even finish the Aether fic yet-

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪, 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕛𝕠𝕓, 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕-𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕖

-𝟝𝕜𝟝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 & 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕕𝕟𝕚

You were a new teacher at Night Raven College. The atmosphere of the school was surprising, but it was pleasant. A sort of dark thick fog hiding you from the world, you felt like you found a nice place to enjoy the peace… if you don't think about the students possibly causing new troubles. The Headmage was kind enough to take care of everything before your arrival, preparing your classroom, materials, and books. And like any other teacher, he let you have your own classroom and also one free room, so you could take breaks, it was surprising to have an entire room only for you, but you guessed that the school was big enough for this. He has even got as far as planning to leave an entire corridor for you, which was quickly refused, not wanting to have any preferential treatment for any reason.

You weren't an extravagant man, sure, like most, you appreciated a bit of luxury, but a whole corridor was too much. What could you even do with so many rooms? You could see the pout on the Headmage's face but ignored it. As he was showing you around, you learn about the school's history and notice how most people were avoiding you. Or maybe you were just intimidating, so you keep smiling at them, but they turned red and left suddenly, making you wonder if you were this scary? On the way to your classroom along with Crowley, you met three other professors at a corridor turn.

A strong and burly man was standing in front of you. He looked at you up and down before clapping, giving you a harsh tap on the back after his introduction, saying you were going to get along just fine. His muscular appearance but short height took you by surprise since he looked a bit taller from afar, but he seemed like a nice man. He started to ask you about your routine, what you were eating and what sport you were practising. You managed to answer all his questions with difficulty, his energy overwhelming you.

The second was clearly older, he was holding a black cat in his arms with a stern expression. Sensing it was better to not get on his bad side, you greet him polity, nodding at his cat too. He looked satisfied with your politeness and bowed too. You could see from the corner of your eye Crowley's disbelief. You heard a meow and watched with amusement as the cat jumped from his master's arms to rest in yours. Trein looked surprised but still gave you a weak smile, implying that he could bear your presence. With a chuckle, you gave Lucius back to his master, not without petting the cat a little.

And that's when the third man stepped closer, you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight in front of you. Surely you saw handsome men before in your life, but this one…

Even if he was taller than the two others, his head was still only reaching your neck. You could see him look up at your face, his pointer digging into your chest as he introduces himself. His prideful expression crumbled down when you grabbed the end of his teaching pointer, moving it away from your torso as you kissed the tip, looking at him straight in the eyes with a smirk. If he wasn't flustered before, now he certainly was. You step closer and gently, you held his hand, kissing it over the red gloves, watching as he flushes under the touch.

The tension was palpable until the Headmage moved in front of you, he grabbed your sleeve, and bowed to the three professors before leading you away to show you the rest of the school. You could still feel an intense stare fixed on your back as you walk away. You turn around to send a smile to the handsome man while half listening to whatever Crowley was saying.

Months have passed, and you got used to this school. You easily became the student's favourite teacher, you were easy on the eyes, understanding with the students, and you took your time to let them comprehend everything. It was not uncommon that after some class you found a cup of tea or coffee on your desk and a nice note. You even got a gift from your students on your anniversary and would often find a bouquet of flowers before the holidays.

You were getting along well with Vargas, frequently working out together, and conversing about bodybuilding, since it was Vargas' passion. Surprisingly, not only for you but for all the staff, and students, you had a good relationship with Trein. He would regularly let you participate in some of his classes since you had great knowledge about the history of magic. And even if he never told you this, it was also because Lucius really liked you. And when you were in his classes, it was an excuse for the cat to sleep on your lap.

For Crewel, you had more than a great relationship. The students never saw you away from each other for more than a day. Even in the exam period, you would be seen marking scripts together, sitting next to each other at a table, and sharing a cup of tea. It was also not uncommon to see you lean on the wall beside his classroom, waiting for his class to finish. Students would often greet you or stop for some seconds to talk with you, making Crewel wait inside impatiently since they were wasting your break. Some students even started to talk a bit longer only to see their teacher's annoyed face, especially if he was strict with them during the previous classes.

But they would always run away the second they see him take out his teaching pointer, ready to teach them a lesson. But not all students were annoying since some of them would talk to you, and whenever you were away, they would tell Crewel whatever they learn about you, from your favourite food to what you did during the holiday. And it always remained a mystery to you, how Crewel was able to bring the food you liked during your breaks or would always know about the last city you visited or group you listened to.

Today, after finishing reading a book out loud to your class and making sure they have all understood the topic, you let them go. Both you and your students were working efficiently and so, you were able to let them finish earlier almost every time. It was nice for them, but also for you. It was enough time to get out and buy something for your break.

This day, you make a run for a shop you were visiting regularly, buying raisin butter tarts before heading back to school. If you remembered correctly, one of your students told you it was Crewel's favourite food and so, you planned to enjoy them with him, which explained why you dismissed your students this quickly. You were feeling guilty since he would always bring one of your favourite drinks or pastry, and you wanted to return the favour.

You were waiting like usually beside his classroom, checking your phone in silence as no students were out in the corridors yet. You heard chairs scraping against the ground and as you were going to enter the class, the Headmage stopped you. He motioned for you to come closer, which you did, curious about why he wanted to talk to you. Turns out some students had caused trouble again, and he wanted you to talk to them soon, you nodded, listening to his complaints about the damage they did.

You were too focused on the man in front of you to notice the students going out of Crewel's classroom one by one, watching with curious eyes as you were conversing with the Headmage. And soon enough, every student has walked away, going back to their dorms, or at least most of them. Crewel was surprised when you did not enter his classroom immediately and checked to see if you were just late, but stared at you bewildered, talking to Crowley. He clenched his jaw when he saw Crowley laughing with you, the hand that was resting on his hips moved to hold your forearm.

That's when he noticed the box you were holding in your right hand, surely a gift you brought for him. At least that's what he thought until Crowley took it from your hand with a big smile, opening it with wide eyes. Crewel clicked his tongue, showing his irritation openly as he got back into his class, tidying up his desk before getting ready to leave. The students outside were chuckling at his behaviour, how he was not able to conceal his jealously. Everyone noticed the obvious tension between the prideful teacher and you. After all, he was always buying things for you, as you were always waiting for him, replacing his coat on his shoulders or simply spending all your breaks together.

Meanwhile, you promised to the Headmage to take care of the students before bowing, watching as he was walking away, satisfied. You head to Crewel's classroom, knocking since the door was closed, but you did not get an answer. You stand there for some seconds before knocking again, annoyed, you just opened the door, jumping a bit when he stood there just in front of you. He had put his coat on and was ready to leave, you looked at him a bit confused.

“Did I get the time wrong? I thought you had a break too.”

You're even more surprised when he did not look into your eyes, saying he had something else to do. He was going to walk forward until he saw how you haven't moved out of the way. The handsome man sends you a glare, ready to make a fuss as he points behind you.

“Thought you were busy. Don't let Crowley wait-”

He stopped in the middle of his sentence, noticing how Crowley wasn't here anymore. He opened his mouth only to close it back, confused at what just happened. Weren't you offering something to Crowley just a second ago?

“Crowley? He wanted me to scold some students I had in my class.

Oh, and I brought raisin butter tarts. Aren't they your favourites?”

You raised the box that was in your hand, enough for Crewel to notice it. You see him freeze on the spot, his eyes going from your face to the box in your hand, mouth slightly open in shock. You were confused. Does he not like these?

“Oh. You don't like these? Sorry, I thought-”

Crewel bit his lips, flustered by the childish behaviour he had just shown. He felt so stupid, he was so confident all the time and still, he got jealous because he saw you laughing with someone else in front of him. You even took the time to get his favourite pastry, and he was ready to leave you there, in that corridor, confused as you were waiting for him to show up. You were so nice to him, he knew you had also a class just before, which mean that you had to run to buy these, just for him.

He was holding his pointer with shaky hands, panicking since he did not know how to explain the situation to you. Your eyes looking at him so softly when he was being horrible, it was one of the first he really felt guilty. He wanted the ground to swallow him. How did the thought of you being a two-timed guy even dare to cross his mind? You weren't even together yet. He noticed how you were wearing the coat and shoes he gifted you, the leather shoes were perfectly shined even though you were wearing them every day. He even heard from one of his students that you were going to the dry-cleaner every two weeks for the coat.

You called out his name softly, trying to get his attention without success. You tried again, many times, watching as he was lost in his thoughts. You could see some students observing the scene, curious, and so you grabbed his waist, dragged him inside his classroom and close the door behind you. You placed the box down on his desk and took off your coat, placing it carefully on the desk too. You thought Crewel would have been back by now, but he was still internally panicking.

You stood in front of him, trying to understand why he became anxious without reason. That's when everything made sense, when he tried to leave and talked about Crowley suddenly. You chuckle as you understand that he was just jealous. You stepped closer to him, your taller frame hovering over the pretty man, as you grip his left hand, your body pressed against him. It tugged him back to reality, and he blinks harshly, clearing his mind.

You raise his hand to your lips, kissing it over the red gloves softly like you did when you met him for the first time. The cold leather sends a shiver down your spine, as you let your kisses move higher. Your lips graze his wrist, finally in contact with his skin directly. He jolts at the feeling, the warm lips on his cold skin, and with your body being so close to his, he feels your warmth and the protective hold your arm had, wrapped around his waist.

You moved even closer, nuzzling your head into his neck, nipping at the soft skin. He gripped your hair, but never tried to tug you away. You were licking and sucking on the accessible skin, but soon, you got more greedy, and you undo his tie, sending it somewhere else in the room before opening the first three buttons of his black shirt. You smiled against his skin, biting down roughly, forcing a moan out of him.

Before you could tease him, he placed his hand over your mouth, looking at the door. He was focused on listening to what was happening outside, as you hear Crowley's voice asking the students if they saw you. That's when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you could feel Crewel become tensed against you. And you can't help but chuckle against his glove, while he was distracted by what was happening outside, you let your tongue loll out, licking the skin that was not covered between his gloves and his black shirt.

He gasped, sending you a shocked glare while you could just laugh. You were going to focus back on his neck when he pushed you away, cheeks turning red. You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you head for the door. You simply tell him that you'll be back as you turn the doorknob, planning to talk with the Headmage quickly, so he could leave you alone, but Crewel felt his heart break as he thought you were leaving.

He grabbed the back of your shirt, tugging you backwards, almost making you fall from the sudden force and movement. Crewel refused to let you walk out of this room, especially if it was to talk with Crowley. He lets go of your shirt, sitting on his desk, before motioning with his fingers to come closer. As you step forward, he let his coat hit the desk, his black shirt and vest still on him.

When you finally stop in front of him, he spreads his legs a little, leaving some room for you as he wrapped his arms around your neck, tugging your face to his. Your lips meet slowly, his tongue sensually gliding over your lips as you open your mouth. Your hands resting on his thighs as you can't help but squeeze a bit, earning a whimper followed by a slap at the back of your head. You laugh at his flustered face, the oh-so-proud professor shying away when someone kisses him and start to tease him.

Crewel felt like he had no control over the situation, as you were standing in between his legs, and you looked ready to pounce on him, devouring anything he could give you. The way you were licking your lips while looking at him make his body heat up, he could feel your crotch against his thigh, the way your dick was hardening while just simply admiring him. It boosted his ego, but he was also getting worried, the bulge in your pants was clearly too big. He would never be able to take in something like that.

He thought about stopping right now, but when he heard Crowley outside again, saying your name and your head shot up, the jealousy was too much. You were here, in between his legs but not paying attention to him. He gripped your soft hair, swallowing the surprised groan that flowed past your lips when he dragged you closer. He wrapped his legs around you, making sure you could not leave, he needed all of your attention and affection.

You were taken aback when he trapped you, you could get away if you wanted to, you were clearly stronger than him, but he was too cute to even think about leaving. You kissed his forehead, moving to his nose and cheeks, to his lips and jaw, just peppering kisses everywhere on his face as your hand moved higher.

You slowly unbuttoned his black and white vest, and pull it off of him, as your hand moved smoothly over the black shirt, tempted to just rip it open. The warning tone he used to say your name was clear, he knew what you were thinking about, and he was disapproving. And that's why, you looked down at him with a smile, ripping his shirt open. Your second hand moved too as it hold his small waist, you observed as your hands looked so big as you held him like that. His snatched waist was made for you to grab, digging your nails into the soft skin as the marks on his pale complexion would stay for a while. He was glaring at you as his shirt was lamentably ripped apart, as you did not even care one bit.

“You-”

“I'll buy you another one.

Or… I can let you wear my shirt.”

And suddenly, he was not complaining anymore, saying that he did not mind if you ripped all his shirts open. You chuckle at his shameless behaviour, with his hand now griping your tie, he forces you to kiss him, the door of his classroom still unlocked as he was half naked. He thought you were going to take off his shirt until you kneeled, taking off his shoes, kissing up his ankles. You were groaning against his skin, kissing and sucking, worshipping his body.

With shaky hands, he unbuttoned his pants, letting them slide down his legs until he watches you yank them off. His heart was beating loudly in his chest when he raised his leg a bit more, placing it just beside your head, and swiftly, your hand was under his knee and your other on his ankle, so you could hold his leg up. Your wet kisses became more and more aggressive, teeth digging into the skin, as their only purpose was to make him bleed. He swallowed his saliva sharply, awestruck by how nice your hands felt against him. The way you would hold his leg and his waist perfectly, how you were able to move him around as you wanted, just like a doll.

Your head leaned in, nose pressed against his bulge, his underwear still in the way. The feeling in his stomach grew rapidly as you did not touch him correctly even once, his back arched a little more to let his hips thrust forward, grinding onto your face. You groaned as you could only see him, smell him and taste him, thoughts about him were filling your mind, making you forget where you were.

He struggled to hold himself up as your fingers hooked under his underwear, pulling it off and letting his dick spring out. You gripped his thigh, the only thing you were able to hold to keep you stable as the tip of his dick grazed your lips, your tongue lapping at the sensitive part. The heat was unbearable for Crewel now, and that's when your head dipped down, taking easily most of his length into your mouth. The sudden pleasure made his hand fly to the back of your head, hips jerking up as he buried himself entire into your mouth.

You were groaning around him, the vibration heightening his sensitivity as he spread his legs wider, your tongue wrapped around his length as you swallow him whole. You could not help but let your index circle around his rim, pushing against the restraints a bit, watching with amusement Crewel covers his mouth instantly.

He could feel his fuzzy mind becoming blank, your eyes fixated on his face as your mouth suck him off, spit leaking from the corner of your lips and dripping down his length, wetting the table under him. He could see you struggle to breathe properly, his dick twitching at the back of your throat, tasting his precum. Even with your mouth being full, you looked proud and were still in control, when he tried to push your head down, you gripped his hands, pinning them on the desk, refusing to submit. Crewel's back started to arch, panting harshly as he feels you swallowing around him, almost gagging when he slipped down your throat. His body was burning, legs quivering as the strong pleasure paralyse him, head rolling back as he cums into your mouth. Your throat constrict around him, taking everything he was giving you.

When you stand back up, he was laying on the desk, a hand over his heart as he shakes. He raised a trembling hand in your direction, holding your hand as he comes down from his high. He blushed, even more, when he noticed the cum at the corner of your mouth disappearing as you pass your tongue over it, a satisfied smile on your face. While he was almost naked, you were still fully clothed, the bulge under the tight fabric of your pants more obvious than before. He blushed, glaring at you as you laugh and start to undress, showing off on purpose, but not looking at him to prevent him from being embarrassed.

When you looked back, you felt your body go stiff at the sight, his legs spread apart, feet placed on the desk as he fingers himself. The drawer on his left side was wide open, showing the tub of lube placed there along with some other things. He covered his moans with his hand, looking at your body in admiration, dick twitching uselessly in between his legs, still glistening with your saliva under the light.

You stepped closer, squirting some lube on your fingers before inserting another finger in him, joining the other two already in there. He lets out a loud moan, watching as your hand and his move together to prepare him, the squelching wet noises filling the room. While his finger was stretching him open, your fingers, longer than his were pushing deeper, feeling around and trying to find his sensitive spots. Your other hand started to jerk him off, watching as he was grinding against your bigger hand, the double stimulation sending his mind spiralling.

As he almost screamed when cumming, you kissed him, swallowing his moans as there were still students outside. He looked so pretty with his flushed cheeks and teary eyes, fighting to keep his noises in as the voices get louder outside. He felt his stomach turn, his release dripping into your hand and the desk, eyes almost rolling back as he was near again. He sobbed into his hand, as it was becoming too much for him, but before he could let it go, you stopped everything, as far as tugging his own fingers away.

And Crewel was full-on crying now, hiccuping as he gripped your shoulders, begging for his release. It was as if his mind made a sudden turn and the only one that could touch him was you, not even himself. You were going to make fun of him until someone knocked at the door. You clasped your hand over his mouth, pushing your fingers in to shut him up.

Your other hand raised his leg to wrap it around your waist, tugging his body forward, ass and legs not touching the desk as you place your dick in front of his hole, rubbing the tip against his rim. You observed his face, waiting for him to nod at you. It was painfully hard for you to wait, your patience was running thin, and you felt you were going to combust. Your hand leaving his mouth to grasp the edge of the desk, tensed muscles keeping you sturdy about him, not looking away from his eyes, so you could resist the temptation. He inhales and exhales softly before nodding, closing his eyes as he waits impatiently.

The tip got in, the warm walls squeezing you, he could feel every inch scraping his inside. He was almost too tight around you, it could snap your dick in two with how much pressure he was applying. He was clenching like a vice around you, forcing you to go deeper and deeper slowly, you could not even think about going fast with how his body overheating under you.

When you felt the base of your cock hit his ass, you finally snapped out of your daze, slowly you looked up, the bulge appearing under his skin, chest heaving up and down rapidly, your hand that unknowingly moved to his neck, choking him. And his face, his cheeks were a perfect shade of red, pretty lips parted to take in as much air as he could, his eyeshadow and liner smudged over his eyelids as it seemed like he was crying black tears. His pupils were blown out, hair dishevelled as he chokes on his moans, gasping as his inside got forcefully stretched.

He was one step away from losing his mind, you were far too deep into him for him to remain sane. His body looked unusually tensed as you watch his cock twitch, just some drop escaping the tip, he just had a dry orgasm. You chuckled at the sight, pull out slowly, moving your hips at a soft pace, afraid you would break him. Wet squelching noises filled the room as every time you would pull out, you could see some lube escape his body, sliding down until it pooled on the ground. As this soft movement continues, you feel his hand grip yours, intertwining your fingers, and you can't help kiss his palm again. Your eyes focused on his expression, to make sure you weren't hurting him.

As you were going to speed up, your phone vibrated again. With a scoff, you grabbed it, answering with an annoyed tone, asking Crowley to make it quick. He sounded confused over the phone, not understanding why you were so mad.

“Shut up and listen.”

And at the same instant, you snapped your hips forward, a loud moan following that surely could be heard outside, and Crowley was behind the door. He stuttered over his words, but you just told him to call you tomorrow before turning your phone off. You snapped your fingers, using your magic to lock the door before gently grabbing Crewel by the waist, and flipping him around.

With his torso resting against the wooden table, hands gripping at the edge of the desk and his teeth biting into your coat, you started to move more freely, your rough thrusts making him jolt, and the desk moved, creaking under his weight. He did not have time to say anything before you were fucking him roughly, uncaring about the noise anymore. You gripped his leg, holding one up to hit deeper into him. His lower half being kept up by your strength only, your deep groan and his muffled whimpers filling the room, with the loud sound of skin clapping.

As you went to grab his hair to hold him up, something caught your attention and with a smirk, you unhooked the collar from his teaching pointer and clasped it around his neck. One finger gripped the loop to tug him against your body, his back arching until his head was resting on your shoulder, at this point, you were just holding him up and slamming your hips against him. His dick rubbed against his desk, sending painful shocks of pleasure through his body.

Crewel was a mess, teary-eyed and babbling uselessly as he clings to you, losing the notion of time and reality. You were practically impaling him on your cock, fucking him dumb as in the heat of the moment, you managed to find his mouth, biting and kissing, entangling your tongues. Your body was burning, almost as if you were working out, abs tightening as you kept yourself from cumming, you needed to see him lose it.

You moved one hand, grabbing his dick and jerked him off, Crewel almost mewling as you show his cock some attention. He was chasing his own orgasm with newfound strength, helping you fuck into him by moving his hips, clenching around you on purpose. His pulsating cock was leaking onto your hand, and when you speed up, his head slammed back onto your shoulder, screaming at the top of his lunges. His voice broke, as it became a noiseless scream, coming all over his desk. The tightness around you, sending your mind spiralling, cum flowing into his hole. He whimpered, thanking you over and over for breeding him and if now he could be your wife since you filled him up. Since he wanted to get bred, why couldn't you fill him up a bit more?

Crewel's eyes completely rolled back, he was too tired to even make a sound at the end of the afternoon, your break was over a long time, but you never left his classroom. His insides were now moulded to your liking, his body could only be used by you. You came into him so many times that you forgot for how long you've been here, Crewel passed out at one point and woke up a while ago. His neck was bruised because of the collar that you kept tugging at, and his stomach and the ground were covered in his cum, but you both did this for so long, that he was not able to cum anymore. His dick twitched uselessly, barely even able to get hard as his body was forced past its limit.

You weren't in a better state, your legs were giving out, your back hurt with how deeply he racked his nails onto it, mind fuzzy as you weren't far from passing out. You were more than overstimulated, barely able to comprehend what he was telling you. When finally, you came one last time, filling him up to the brim. You fell forward, catching yourself with your hand on the desk, you quickly let Crewel sit on it before you fall on your knees, on the ground.

You blinked harshly, trying to stay awake as your head was resting on his thigh, also covered in fluids. His shaky hand running through your hair, lulling you to sleep, and you closed your eyes for a second.

When you woke up, Crewel was out of light, passed out on the desk, all the papers ruined and your coat was stained. With a sigh, you enveloped him in it, since his clothes were ripped. Thankfully you were much taller than him, and so your coat was able to completely hide him. You cleaned everything and got dressed, holding Crewel in your arms as you walk to your room, avoiding all the students.

You washed him up and changed him into your clothes, which were clearly too big for him, before tucking him in your bed. You were going to leave to scold the students, so you could sleep in peace just after, but he grabbed your hand, half asleep, whining. And with a sigh, you throw your coat away, sending your shoes somewhere else before lying down beside him, holding him protectively and nuzzling into his neck. And before you knew it, you were asleep.

The next few days, the students were surprised by how close you were, almost acting lovey-dovey in front of everyone. The students that made a bet about you saying that you will both end up together were more than happy. Unsurprisingly, Crowley was avoiding you, everyone noticed that the second you were in his field of vision, he would leave quickly, cheeks burning an impressive red as he wasn't even able to look at you in the eyes.

Crewel was spending all his breaks with you, cuddling into your body and sometimes coaxing you into cancelling one of your classes to stay with him. Soon enough, your dress was filled with his clothes, and it was almost scary how you dressed the same way. After all, Crewel showed up with everything but shirts, and you were forced to buy more because he would always wear the one you wanted. He was also never seen again with the red collar on his teaching pointer.

Crewel also started to always take the time in the morning to do your liner, refusing to see you without it, so you could match. At some point, you ended up with all your clothes having duplicates, so Crewel could choose what both of you would be wearing in the morning without struggling about a missing vest, or a shirt that you both wanted.

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𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Please take care of yourself and have a nice day/afternoon/night.

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what have you done?

warnings: smut, intoxicated sex, anal sex, spoilers for the walten files kinda??

pairing: felix kranken x bottom!male reader.

note: this isn't proofread and is just me being horny for felix. i know hes a bad person and all but god would i let him build k-9 over my grave.

A door slam from across your shared house with Felix ripped you from your uneasy rest. You sighed, letting the worn blanket replacing your husband for the night pool at your lap as you sat up.

You could hear him stumbling, knocking objects over and grabbing at ledges to steady himself.

He was intoxicated, you assumed. Again.

When you heard a strangled cough sound from the kitchen, you left the warmth and comfort of your bed in search of your husband.

He promised you he would stop, or at least try to. It wasn't fair that he could leave you without warning to drown his senses in alcohol. What was he trying to shut out? What did he need to escape from?

Despite your own promise to stay by his side for his recovery, you couldn't help but begin to feel your relationship with Felix had become strained. Sure, you loved him, but this wasn't healthy for either of you.

Your vision adjusted to the warm lights of the kitchen comfortably, muting your thoughts for just a moment. You whimpered softly and hugged Felix, who you hadn't realized until now was hunched over the sink.

He was also shaking. Rather violently.

Before you could question him, he gripped your face and planted his lips harshly against yours. The burning taste of alcohol invaded your mouth.

His hands roamed your body frantically as he cornered you against the kitchen counter, sliding up your soft shirt and running along your sides. You pulled away from his lips, at which he groaned and tried desperately to connect to you again.

"Felix-" your words caught in your throat as he began kissing and biting at your neck, eventually grabbing your left thigh and lifting it to press himself against you.

"Please don't, I just... I just need you right now," he almost whimpered, moving against you frantically to try to get himself off. "I-I don't want to think of anything else right now. I can't."

It would've been extremely arousing to see him in this state in any other situation, but you were still worried. Felix was drunk, clearly upset, and trying to fuck you as a distraction.

Yet you still couldn't help letting the warm, familiar feeling collect at your stomach and flow down to your crotch.

Felix captured your lips again and pulled down your boxers, which slid down with ease and gathered at your ankles. His cold hand closed around your shaft, pumping it slowly as he watched your body react. His free hand removed his own pants and boxers. Your eyes missed the dirt that coated parts of the pants as they fell onto the floor.

Felix gripped your hair and suddenly you were slammed over the counter, feeling his cock prod eagerly against your ass.

"I didn't... I didn't mean to..." his breath fanned against your neck.

"what...? Felix, what happened?" you tried to face him but his hold on your hair tightened and you were pushed harder against the marble countertop.

Your thoughts immediately landed on infidelity. Who could blame you? Your husband stumbled drunk off his ass into the house and started speaking in vague apologies. It was the only plausible explanation, right?

Your mind blanked for a moment as he pushed into you. A high pitched moan left your mouth, mostly out of pain. Felix hadn't prepped you.

"W-wait... fuck," you breathed out, feeling him shove more of himself inside of you. "Felix, what were you talking about? Why are you acting like this?"

He breathed heavily against your neck, clearly enjoying your tightness. "I-I can't. It was all my fault... im so sorry."

Once your body had allowed him appropriate entry, he began thrusting into you. You whimpered and moaned against cold marble, trying to push away the pleasure forming in your gut in favor of continuing to question him.

"s-shit... please tell me what happened," Felix was letting out quieter moans behind you, trying his best to drown out your voice and focus on your warmth.

"You can tell me," your voice broke away into a moan as he began hitting your spot. Your fingers curled around nothing.

"I'll still love you, Felix. Even if you cheated on me. You know that, right?"

"I-I didn't! I didn't do that... fuck you feel so good," His movements continued to steadily speed up, building the pleasure inside of you.

Your body jolted as you suddenly heard something beyond moans and slapping skin.

A ring.

Felix stopped moving.

"What is that?"

"Felix?"

"Felix, what have you done?"

Without warning Felix continued to plunge into you, significantly faster than before. His movements where panicked, sloppy, either due to the proximity of his climax or pure fear. You weren't sure.

The ringing of the phone continued to blare into your ears, becoming the only thing you could hear as your vision faded to white and you released against the counter.

After a few more thrusts, Felix let out a strangled noise and came inside of you. The feeling of his warmth filling you was almost enough to make you forget your situation.

But you couldn't. The phone wouldn't stop.

Felix kept your form close to him, hiding his face in your neck. He desperately wanted to believe your warmth could protect him.

But it couldn't.

#zing zong 😫#love love love

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tfw when women

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Maybe I just wanna be yours?

#mine #coquette

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r/ambien wifeguy jack walten

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what is stopping me from writing felix kranken smut though

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Yandere personal trainers who are oddly fascinated by their darling’s sweat, whose eyes ogle every part of your body that glistens with liquid— and wonders how sweet or sour it would taste, too.

Yandere personal trainers whose eyes are always honed in on your chest or your ass and licks their lip when they notice them bounce with every exercise.

Yandere personal trainers who forces you to do jumping jacks so they can watch your body jiggle. Who stands back with their arms crossed with low lust dusting their eyes.

Yandere personal trainers who have cameras in their private studio and records each of your sessions, to go home to later and jack off to. To finally give into their desires to pump one out, grip their dicks and pretend it’s your hands.

Yandere personal trainers who have cameras in the changing rooms and watches through them as you change out of your dripping and damp clothes, watches the sweat glisten down your body. Watches you pull a towel around you to dry yourself. Who watches as you walk to the changing room, pulling it up over your chest to hide your bareness. Watches as you leave for your next workout, and leaves behind a smouldering trail that has them following closely, like flies at an open wound.

Yandere personal trainers who press up against you during exercise, whose hands wander a bit too much, who feel up your body when they “measure” it, using one of those measuring papers to wrap around your thighs— don’t mind that it’s too close to your private parts and don’t mind when they accidentally, casually, brush their thumb against it— it was only an accident anyway.

Yandere personal trainers who steal your used and damp underwear from your locker, who press it against their nose and inhale the stench of you deeply as they jack off in the staff changing room. The smell of your sex and sweat, the feeling of your damp panties against their nose makes them want more— they want some of it. They need some of your sweat and cum on their face. It smells so good, so intoxicating, so enticing that they just keep stealing more. You won’t notice if you lose a few anyway, right? Lots of things go missing in the gym.

Yandere personal trainers who decide to give you your underwear back because the stench of you is gone and the panties are useless now. Who leave behind a smear of semen on the inside that they haven’t bothered to wipe off yet when they slip it back inside your duffel bag.

Yandere personal trainers who make you special smoothies with a little added protein in them. You probably won’t drink it during the workout, but that’s okay though. They’ll put it in the fridge in the staff room and you can drink it after. You’ll feel happy and satisfied after training anyway, because you did such great, amazing work today, so what’s bad with a smoothie? They’ll tell you, convince you to drink — “You worked so hard. You deserve a little treat.” — and then they’ll be swallowing thickly, desperately try to hide the tent in their pants because there’s a bit of them in you.

Fem! Yandere personal trainers who can get away with so much more than guys can. Who make their groping and touching seem so much more casual. You won’t think much of it because you’re both girls. There’s no shame in it! And besides, they need to help you with your form so don’t mind it when they press up against your back, reaching around to grip your hips and help you lean forward in a squat.

Fem! Yandere personal trainers who convince you to wear more exposing workout clothes. Shirts are too hot to work out in, you should just wear a sports bra! Who watch and ogle and die when you come in next week having listened to them.

Fem! Yandere gym pals who convince you to come join their gym sessions and help you workout. Who seem so harmless and friendly and oh so energetic. Who fight each other viciously over who gets to help you train, who gets to help you with your form, who gets to fill your water bottle up. You think it’s because they want to show off how great each of them are at “gym-ing”, and whilst it’s true, they want to show off that they’re the best to you.

Fem! Yandere gym pals who convince you to strip down with them to your panties and sports bra because it’s a private studio anyway and they’re the only ones there so who cares! They’re all doing it anyway. You’re going to be the odd one out if you don’t.

Fem! Yandere gym pals who take turns watching your ass as squat down. Who play it casual as they ask about how soft they think it is and then proceeds to touch and grope and ask what you’ve been eating because damn mama how’d it get so big already?

Fem! Yandere gym pals who slap your ass like it’s nothing, who borrow your gym clothes like they’re not about to wear them and masturbate in them. Who borrow your underwear one day when they’re over, who goes home and sticks a vibrator inside them, lets their juices gush out and dampen your panties. Who brings them back “all washed” for you to wear that day.

Fem! Yandere gym pals who convince you it’s all fine and fun to shower together like it’s nothing. Who slap your ass even in the shower and play it off with laughter, as if they’re not about to jump you under the water.

#wow 😻

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Brothers waking up in the middle of the night to see that MC is shivering in the cold? Like they just wake up and realise that their human is shivering in the cold (I headcannon the devildom is cold af)

You're Cold and Far Away

LUCIFER

He's used to sleeping alone, ever since the day they fell from the Celestial realm.

The cold in this foreign environment seeped through his bones, and hence he bundles up with blankets and jackets. No matter how much the demon stoked the embers in the fireplace or closed windows shut; he sometimes still woke up shivering.

But then you came and made your way in his bed, and he's ever glad to you for having chosen him. And you bring with you warmth, that he sometimes likes to savour by discarding his gloves to thread his fingers with your own, and let himself be vulnerable.

And when Lucifer wakes up in the middle of the night to find out that you're not by his side, a frown makes its way on his face. He sits up, blanket wrapped around his hips. The chill in the air makes his way through his nightshirt.

He shivers.

"MC?" He mumbles, voice lazed with sleep. "Where are you—oh."

His hand finds your arm, and he nearly flinches with how cold your skin is.

"Come here," The demon mutters, "You'll get a cold."

Placing a hand on the back of your head, and one on your back, he pulls you towards him, gentle touches—having picked up his brothers deep in sleep from the couch before—and doesn't rest until your head is tucked away in his chest, where you could hear his heartbeat when you would be awake. A swirl of his fingers, and the blanket is now draped over you both again.

He needs to place a spell on it, it seems.

"Sleep well." He places a kiss to your temple, resting his chin on your head. "I love you."

And the best sleep that Lucifer has is when you're with him.

MAMMON

If you were to ever warm your cold feet by slipping them inside the demon's shirt, the first thing you would notice would be the warmth of his body.

Second would be his scream ringing in your ears.

He squawks, sitting upright on the bed where he was fast asleep. Groggily, he blinks aside some of the haze that slumber brings.

"Your feet are too cold for me! Always surprising me—wait—"

He places a hand on the spot where you usually sleep, and finds it cold. But demonic vision allows him to see you, with your hands dangling off the edge of the bed and your feet, as always, on his torso.

"You're goin' to catch a cold," He mutters, voice laced with affection. "Can't have you sick on me."

Gently lifting your body from the edge of the bed, Mammon places your head on the pillow, taking care to ensure that the comforter previously only covering him now covers you as well. Until you're tucked in snugly with his arms enveloping yours.

Until he knows you'll stay and never be severed.

LEVIATHAN

He wakes up and assumes you're gone.

It's during the darkest hours of the night that Leviathan is forced to awaken by the chill that seems to immobilise him. When he is left alone with nothing but his own thoughts, and seeks you out. Ever so hesitant, and yet so envious all the same.

Your name is whispered, and it feels as if his chest sinks further and further—you have left—haven't you? But doesn't he deserve this? After all he is but—

His hand finds way on your arm.

He jolts.

And realisation floods Levi's conscience. That it was the release of a new movie that you both had sat down to watch, and you had stayed.

And fallen asleep with him.

He blinks back tears that cloud his vision, and a small smile appears on his face. Levi gently nudges you to the center of the bed in your room, trying his best to ensure you don't wake up. And after deeming it satisfactory, he slips the blanket over you two, and settles down in his rightful place.

Leviathan hesitates, for a moment.

And then, his hand snakes around your torso and his head gets buried in your back.

It'll take a while, but Leviathan will get used to you being here for him from now on.

SATAN

The window bangs against the wall, creating a noise that makes the blonde demon swear.

Bedhead and all, he gets up abruptly, only to find that the window has been forced open by the wind, and the blanket is wrapped around his hips.

Oh.

That's why he's cold.

Satan adjusts the material as he sees fit, and places his head right back down on the pillow, ready to go back to sleep.

And jolts right back up.

Where are you? You were right there with him when he went off to sleep. He remembers feeling your warmth on his chest before closing his book.

HIs hand brushes past your leg, and Satan can't help but chuckle at discovering that you've managed to turn yourself upside-down on the bed.

"Come here, darling." He whispers, and the words slide off his tongue smoothly, like he's been calling you that for centuries. Careful to not disturb your sleep, he resorts to placing his pillow where your head lies, and slides a hand under your head to place it on his chest.

This is where the demon of wrath is truly at peace.

ASMODEUS

His skin will dry out.

The devildom's chill at this time of the year makes even the bravest of demons bundle up in furs and jackets, and Asmodeus knows that if he doesn't moisture his skin will flake and crack.

So he bundles up in warm clothes and sets up a spell, to keep his bed warm.

And yet, he finds that he still feels cold.

The demon removes the eye mask, blinking back sleep as he looks for you. "MC?" He mumbles your name. "Where are you, dear?"

Upon closer inspection, he finds that your legs are now hanging off the edge of the bed, and your head is twisted around the confines of a blanket.

He laughs, the sound bright and cheery.

"Always so adorable, aren't you?" He coos, simultaneously adjusting himself so that your head now rests on fine silk. "But you need to take proper care of yourself. I can't have—"

I can't—

Words left unspoken, but their impact felt in the way his throat momentarily tightens.

His face comes to hide itself in your shoulder, uncaring of the fact that his hair may be ruined.

"Good night, MC."

BEELZEBUB

Hunger pangs wake him up.

Ever so persistent, they've taught Beelzebub many things too. That patience goes a long way, and hunger makes things all the more sweeter.

He would do that, earlier. Before you came. Got up and fetched himself and his brother a snack, and gobbled up the contents of the fridge.

But now, another feelings consumes him.

It's affection, deep and unyielding. Seen in the way he holds you close and gently, careful of his hands around your waist as he lifts you up, the cheering in the stadium deafening. When he takes the heaviest of the groceries from you, or offers to carry you when you're tired.

It's protectiveness, seen in the way his hand holds yours gently, enduring that you both make good way through the crowd, and that you are unharmed. It's when he walks with you to Madam Screams at 3am, ready to follow you wherever you go.

It is love, when he adjusts your form on the bed so that you do not shiver in the cold, placing his large hands over own, gliding them over your arms to warm you up. It is in the blunt way he never wavers over expressing his feelings for you.

It is when he places a chaste kiss on your temple as you sleep, that Beelzebub feels truly at home.

"Good night. Love you."

BELPHEGOR

Belphegor almost resembles a grumpy cat when he wakes up.

Hair sticking up in all the wrong directions, and a frown on his face when he realises that you're not near.

"Come on," He mutters, searching blindly for you in the dark. "Where are you?" The demon looks, and yet his hands only come in contact with the cold fabric.

He gets up, and his movements reflect those of a being in panic.

He can't help it.

Eyes widened, he searches for you, until he sees you dead asleep in a corner, head hidden in your arms. Belphegor giggles, you being too adorable for your own good.

And yet when he joins you on your spot and lies besides you, his heart seems to jump in his throat when you reach out for him in your sleep.

He takes your outstretched hand, kissing it gently before placing it on his cheek.

It's a nice feeling.

It's nice to be loved by you.

And he doesn't know what he did to deserve it, but he damn well treasures it.

The demon adjusts your body so that you're both clinging to each other, body heat and blanket creating a warm environment for you both to sleep comfortably in.

Belphegor loves you.

#wholesome

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man fuck this shit im writing stardew valley smut

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many thoughts about michael rn

like michael thinks hes average sized, right ? but hes way bigger and he doesn't realize it until one day hes fucking you, puppy type of fucking where hes just so horny he cant help himself from pounding into you :(( and then he sees a lil bulge in your tummy and hes like " i did that ? "

idk it seems yummy ☹

i’m frothing, your ideas are always so good pls keep sending !!!

you don’t know what got him so worked up, but you sure as hell didn’t mind. you were about drunk on his pace. he was so fucking big, but no matter how many times you tried to tell him, michael honey, i cant take it all it’s too big he’d simply blush and look away, denying it. he’d still be careful with you, but for some reason he couldn’t realize it for himself. he always assumed you were just trying to hop up his ego. but god no, you were dead serious. you couldn’t take more than half of him at a time, and that alone was having you go dumb on his cock.

michael was whining, practically crying at the pleasure. all you can bring yourself to do is lie back with a smile and your mouth drooping open as michael uses you like a mutt in heat. his arms are circled around your shoulders, head on your chest. his cock jackhammering into you like his life depended on it. he sat up for a moment, his tummy fluttering with butterflies at the look of pure bliss on your face. that was him, he smiled and let his eyes roam.

michael noticed your tummy. a prominent bump forming when he pushed himself in. he stopped.

“is that- is that me?” he asked, completely entranced.

you squirmed at his sudden stop. “y-yes hun. that’s you.” the bright look on his face was adorable.

he pressed a hand down on your lower tummy, and continued his horny puppy pace.

<3 hoo yeah

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i dont know every single piece of the lore so sorry if i get something wrong lmao

i might make a part 2 out of this, depending on how its received,,

also i haven't written in a while, this is kinda my ease back into writing fic, so sorry if this is bad or if you catch any errors

pairing: michael afton x male reader x william afton

warnings: smut, non-con, homophobia, reader and michael are both 18

dont like this kinda stuff dont read it lmao, keep your negative comments to yourself.

tick. tick.

tick.

you pulled your pillow over your face and shifted onto your side. why couldn't you sleep? you had such an exhausting day yet your eyes felt too heavy to let you rest. you could still feel the cool hardness of the floor under you, probably doing some damage to your spine. the blanket separating you from it was doing a horrible job at keeping you comfortable.

and that damn clock. how could michael fall asleep without it driving him crazy?

you should've accepted his offer to sleep on the bed next to him. it wasn't weird, you two were best friends after all. girls do it all the time, why would it be weird if you guys did it too?

you shifted again, frustration bubbling in your stomach. michael was a heavy sleeper, you could easily sneak onto the bed and finally get some rest without him even realizing you were there. but what if he woke up before you and thought you were creepy for doing that? no, he was the one who made the offer in the first place.

the fucking clock wouldn't stop.

as quietly as you could, you rose from the pathetic makeshift bed under you and made your way around michael's sleeping form. the soft light that seeped through the gaps of his door was resting on his face.

you desperately tried to fight against the nervousness ravaging your body as you climbed onto the soft bed. when you saw he didn't move, you let your body fully sink into it.

god, you should've done this sooner.

you turned so you were facing away from him and closed your eyes, ready for the darkness to take you.

your eyes shot back open but your body completely froze as you felt an arm wrap around you.

heart racing, you let michael pull your body back until you were flush against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest on your back.

what the fuck was he doing?

you shut your eyes again. he had to be sleeping, there was no way he'd do this consciously. yeah, everything was fine. maybe he was just dreaming about a girl or something.

slowly, you let the tension dissolve from your body. his embrace was so warm and comforting, you found yourself pressing further into it.

it was nice, being held like this. especially by him.

your mind gave you no time to fight back against that thought as it finally shut down to rest.

were you flying?

no. whose arms were these? they were so cold. uncaring. they swung your body around like you were nothing.

a bed. you were being placed onto a bed. weren't you just on a bed?

what was going on?

"michael?" your voice was small and met with silence as your eyes finally cracked open. there was a man above you. he resembled michael a little too much.

the realization hit you like a train.

"mr. afton? whats going on?" you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes but your hands couldn't move.

he was holding your wrists above your head. his other hand was under your shirt, sliding along your abdomen.

"mr. afton, what are you doing?" panic was rising into your throat, making your words sound horribly weak.

his face was set in a glare as he watched his hand roam your torso. "i can't let you turn my son into a fucking queer." his grip on your wrists tightened. "walking in here looking like that. are you trying to deceive him with that pretty little face? are you trying to provoke me?"

you could feel tears begin to sting your eyes. this could not be happening.

"wh-what are you saying? i'm not trying to do anything, i'm only his f-friend, i'm not-" your voice gave out as you felt his hand reach the top of your pajama pants.

william laughed. "don't bother with your lies. keep quiet and be still or i'll make sure you never see michael again." you didn't have time to figure out what his threat meant before he pulled your bottoms down with one tug. you shut your eyes, not wanting to see his face as his fingers dragged along your underwear, right over your cock. you shivered as he pet it absent-mindedly, feeling the first stream of tears rush down your face. his touch was repulsive.

"what's wrong, doll? don't act like you don't want this, i saw the way you looked at me earlier at dinner." you erupted into violent sobs as he pulled off your underwear. he didn't bother trying to soothe you, instead gripping your cock in his fist and pumping it to life.

"stop it, please."

your body reacted naturally, betraying you as you stiffened in his hold. "come on, open your eyes." his voice made you feel sick.

"just pretend i'm michael, alright?"

your eyes shot open in pure disbelief, and a surge of indescribable rage consumed your body.

he was obviously caught off guard at your instant reaction, and you managed to wrench your wrists from his hold because of it. you scrambled off the bed and made contact with the floor, your body buzzing with adrenaline. you just had to reach the door, you were almost away from him. you stumbled your way towards it.

hands grabbed your waist and dragged you backward just as your hand made contact with the doorknob. your scream was muffled by william's hand, and he bent you over the bed violently.

"i'm done being patient with you. be quiet and fucking still or i'll tell michael how much of a whore you are, coming onto his father like this." one of his hands pulled your wrists behind you and the other moved away from your mouth to remove his belt. "he'll never believe you, you know that right? he'd believe his father over a replaceable pretty face in a heartbeat."

you didn't reply, letting tears streak down your face and choking back a sob as you felt his tip kiss your hole. the way he leaned over you was unbearable, but worst of all, you heard hints of michael's voice in his.

the thought threatened to rip an agonized scream from your throat.

you clawed at the bedsheets as you felt william push past your entrance. it burned horribly, despite the spit he tried to use to ease into you more smoothly.

you could hear william panting above you, muttering about how tight you were and how excited he was to use you. his voice faded in and out of your recognition, your mind trying to rip you away from your horrible reality and replacing it with images of michael. his smile, the flattering way he parted his hair, the warmth of his embrace. just him, and his voice telling you everything was going to be okay.

the illusion was shattered as william thrusted into you, and you pressed your face into the bed to muffle your yell.

how could a person so kind be offspring of the monstrosity above you.

"you feel... feel so amazing. who knew a boy's insides could be this soft. this warm." he could barely get the words out between his thrusts, and you wanted to vomit.

he was plunging into you and at a speed that made the room spin, and you tried your best to fight back the sparks of pleasure that went straight to your dick. the hand that wasn't still tight around your wrists was digging into your hip, pulling your body onto his cock with each of his thrusts.

you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a few breathy moans, the way he was filling you becoming too much to handle. he wasn't doing much to contain his, after all, so you hoped he wouldn't notice.

he did of course, but he was too focused on the way you squeezed his cock to acknowledge them.

"i might have to keep you around, doll, i don't think i'll be able to get off again without you."

his hand released your hip to push your back onto his chest, allowing him to practically impale you with his dick. the new angle gave him direct access to your prostate, and only a few more thrusts made pure pleasure erupt from your cock and travel through your body. you shook in william's hold, your hands grasping onto the arm pressing you to him for some kind of support.

william fucked you through your high, groaning into your neck when your hole clenched even tighter around him and coaxed the cum from his cock. it shot up into your insides, and you couldn't help but lean into its warmth. the only warmth you felt since you left michael.

william kept you pressed against him, letting his cock soften inside of you until he felt your breathing slow.

"clean up and go back to sleep. i expect to see you here more often." he pressed a kiss to your jaw and pulled out of you, letting your body slide off the bed onto the floor.

you quietly opened the door to michael's bedroom and shut it behind you. he still seemed to be sleeping, his arms outstretched as if reaching for where you were sleeping next to him.

you heard him wake with a sigh as you settled onto the bed next to him.

"where did you go?" he asked, pulling you into the same position you two were before.

"bathroom." you replied gently, running your fingers along the rough skin of his hands.

#oh my gawddgb #mm

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