#Professor pointer

[bearloonz]

Various tangles… the rot consumes…

[tangletowergalery]

Professor Pointer Art 6

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[daily-whistlebreeze]

daily Whistlebreeze until la becomes PoV day 1607

First exam tomorrow, I'm finally finishing this cursed class

[xiao-come-home]

How they sleep with you - HSR Edition!

✰ Characters: Anaxa, Phainon, Mydei, Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill, Jiaoqiu.

✰ Words: 1,3k.

✰ SFW ; a tiny bit sug/gestive in aven's part.

Warnings: none, gn!reader.

A/N: first time writing for anaxa, phainon, aven and sunday. pls spare me if theyre too ooc :( i tried pensive emoji

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Anaxa:

Religiously sticks to his half of the bed and expects you to do the same as well. Be aware that if you don't behave, he'll poke you intensely with a pointer until you return to your side. It's not that he is uncomfortable with physical contact per se, but he appreciates his personal space; he's not completely heartless though, as he finishes off his day with a kiss that leaves you both breathless. What you may not expect this for the first few times is that when the sun rises ever so slowly, the professor is the one desperately clinging to you, making his lengthy battle the night prior dissipate within mere hours.

"No such things happened," Anaxa answers swiftly, "however, this does not surprise me. This isn't the first time you've devised a ridiculous statement."

You would've believed his words if Anaxa wasn't currently nuzzling into your shoulder blades, searching for your warmth.

Phainon:

If Anaxa at least attempts to keep his distance, Phainon knows nothing of sorts. He's quite shamelessly glued to you as soon as you enter your bedroom, let alone the bed itself. Though, you're not exactly sleeping as soon as you crawl under the covers - Phainon tends to have a cuddle session before finally succumbing to sleep. He wants to talk to you about his day and hear about yours - only then he's satisfied enough. Bedtime might also act as a rare, vulnerable time for Phainon, where no filter exists; he says everything that keeps him restless.

"Will you be there when I wake up?" Phainon only hopes his voice is not as broken as it is inside his head.

"Silly, of course. I'll be by your side every time you wake up." Your tender tone is enough to fade some of the somber clouds above his head.

Phainon laughs, but it comes out as bittersweet; he brings you closer and wraps his arm tightly around your side, hiding his face in your neck. He'll do everything to make it happen - even if it means fighting the fate itself.

Mydei:

The Kremnoan prince insists he doesn't require sleep, but falls victim to your puppy eyes. He makes sure you have the best quality of sheets, pajamas, and pillows; your comfort comes first to him, no matter how many times you insist that he brings you the said comfort the most, and the rest is insignificant. Mydei holds you close to his chest, playing softly with your hair to help you fall asleep - only then he's able to rest, knowing your soul is peacefully in repose. If plagued by nightmares, featherlight kisses on your eyelids wreak the foes away.

"Sleep well, my love," Mydei cradles your cheek for a moment, before adjusting himself; his lips are resting against your forehead, as he himself, begins to doze off.

You, on the other hand, watch Mydei sleep in the morning. A wide smile spreads on your face as you observe his chest fall and rise, a moment of interrupted serenity on his handsome face.

"Looking at me again?" The male questions, his deep voice dripping with honey, watching you with one eye open; perhaps not yet ready for the bright light.

"No...?"

Mydei pinches your nose lightheartedly.

"You're a bad liar."

Sunday:

Poor thing trying to break the habit. Being used to having everything in perfect state, Sunday needs a reminder that it's okay for bedsheets to have a few wrinkles here and there. He'll apologize nervously, but you can't stop him from fluffing up your pillows and readjusting the covers. He tries to stay on his half but desperately wants to stay close to you, so don't hesitate to pull him close - he'll freak out for a bit, and then slowly, but steadily give in to your touch. There's one thing you too, cannot resist - watching his innocent image crumble away in your very hands.

"Quit smushing my face against your—" Sunday's words die in his throat as you push his face further into your chest, the redness of his cheeks so bright, it could rival Himeko's scarlet hair.

"This is— this is inappropriate! How humiliating..."

You only laugh at your boyfriend's despair. Sometimes it's nice to be a villain.

"What, you're not gonna fight me? Are you chickening out?" You poke his side. He groans and bends in half for a second.

"Atrocious joke."

Be prepared for his wing accidentally hitting your face tomorrow when you kiss...

Himeko: lmfaoo robin you wont believe they actually did this *sends a video*

Aventurine:

Gambling who sleeps on the floor. You don't play that game anymore. The blonde finds great pleasure in aggravating you before sleep hits in, gambling with his own life to get a reaction out of you. He cackles mischievously if you try to suffocate him with a pillow for tickling you for at least 15 minutes prior, but even so, it's not enough for him to let you go to the dreamland, yet. By the time you're done, your bed needs to be made again and your shared panting could possibly give bystanders a very different idea...

"Aven, enough, I think my diaphragm might actually explode," a remnant of giggles still exits your mouth, unfortunately, Aventurine does not share your sentiment and snakes his arm against your belly, while kissing your neck a bit too enthusiastically.

"Stopping, now? Where's the fun in that?" His fingers play with the waistband of your pajamas, "Why not raise the stakes a bit more?" Your skin turns into goosebumps as you feel a grin painting itself on Aventurine's face against your neck.

Boothill:

Well, he doesn't sleep really, he has to get recharged with electricity to get the energy back... So there might be a problem. Hopefully, your bed is also able to support some heavy weight, since laying down with a man whose body is almost a full machine, can be quite challenging. Either way, Boothill is actually pretty excited to accompany you, even if he'll spend most of the time watching you sleep instead; he'll hum you a song to help you fall asleep, card through your hair with his hand - it's... Reminding him of the peace he used to have on his home planet. You being the only survivor besides Boothill made him much more protective than before, but seeing you sleep so blissfully curled up to him... You still trust him. That's all it matters, after so many sleepless nights you've had.

"Shh, sleep," Boothill urges you gently, pulling up the bedding to cover you further.

"I wish you could sleep with me."

Boothill chuckles, caressing your cheek with his robotic finger, "I might not sleep with ya anymore, but I'm still here. And will be, until yer sick of me."

Jiaoqiu:

This man. He wraps his whole body around you like a snake and doesn't let go until morning. If it's possible for him to entangle his tail somewhere - expect that too. If you try to escape his grasp, he'll accuse you of not loving him anymore and might bite you (in a teasing way, of course). The sly foxian tends to sneak his hands under your clothes to rest them over your bare skin; sometimes, if need be, instead of teasing you furthermore, he gives you a soothing massage before drifting off. In fact, he'd prefer to sleep bare - skin to skin, but respects it if you're not interested; not that a mere layer will stop him from being a menace.

"Jiaoqiu," you sigh, looking over your shoulder, "your tail is reaching places that the sun cannot."

"Oh, really?" His voice dripping with fake surprise, but he only adjusts his head against the pillow behind you, "A checkup is necessary in order to ensure your health is in good condition."

Despite his silvery voice and elegant words, don't be fooled - mischief is laced through the tiny gaps.

[bellatrixscurls]

group activities ii

part one here

pairing : fem reader x slytherin gang x golden trio.

warnings : SMUT. slight choking, nipple play, reader is a virgin, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, teasing, pet names, reader almost has a panic attack, talk of virginity and sex. lmk if i missed any! :)

summary : the slytherin boys have their way with you, but what about those who get left out?

a/n : i hope this is what you expected, feedback is greatly appreciated and needed.

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the next days were a blur. you were not ignoring your friends any longer, but you could tell that they were treating you rather differently.

first, ron started to hold the door for you, theo brought you extra sweets from honeydukes and draco would give you his homework without you even asking.

what was happening? you were almost positive you knew the reason behind it all. so, whilst in transfiguration, you slipped hermione a note.

��can i see you after class?”

she looked at you, a confused expression on her face, but she nodded nonetheless.

you smiled appreciatively and went back to listening to professor mcgonagall, not remotely aware of the pairs of eyes following your every move: tom, mattheo and blaise.

they were concerned. well, they did have a reason to be - you weren’t ignoring them any longer, but you were acting rather differently, not really giving them the time of the day either.

“what do you think she wrote?” blaise nodded his head in your direction, nervously playing with his feather.

mattheo looked up, his eyes focused on the back of your head as if he could read your mind. but seeing that it was no use, his head dropped on the desk. “if only we knew someone who’s learned the art of occlumency.”

“she’s wondering why you lot are acting so unusual since that day” tom hummed, rolling his eyes as he neatly put his notebook back in his school bag. “and it’s legilimency, idiot.”

blaise winced incredulously as he looked back at his friend. “us? i’m sorry you wanna be picked so bad that you’re willing to act nonchalant and humble about it.”

“it’s a skill” he smirked, finally standing up to leave as professor mcgonagall dismissed the class.

“you know, sometimes i feel like we’re so alike” mumbled mattheo happily, earning a dangerous glare from his brother.

watching them whisper to one another, you shook your head - mattheo shoved his brother, who, as unbothered as ever, brushed a hand over his robes while exiting the class.

and you could bet you knew the reason.

“ready to go?” hermione’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts, her smile bright as she looked at you.

“sure” you returned the smile, ushering her out of the room with a hand at the small of her back. and once you were positive you were out of earshot, the other students already heading towards the great hall, you spoke up. “listen, i know how this might seem, but you’re the only girl in the group… what’s gotten into them?”

she sighed, using her middle and pointer finger to rub at her temple; this was a discussion she thought she’d never have to have again, not with another girl anyway.

“they… they want you to pick them. each of them wants to be the one to claim your virginity. to claim you.”

“to claim me?” you were beyond confused, you really didn’t think your virginity was such a big deal. at least to you it wasn’t. “have they done the same to you? when you were- you know.”

she laughed softly at your nervousness, gently rubbing your back through your robe. “have you met them? of course they did. but- well, yes, they did.”

your ears perked up at her hesitation. “but?” you questioned rather alarmedly. “but what, mione?”

she took a deep breath before speaking, and you hated how that made your stomach churn. “they were not as possessive back then. they weren’t aware how much it meant. because whoever it is that you choose to do it with, it creates a special bond between you. it’s the first person you feel comfortable doing these things with, the first who gets to kiss every inch of your skin, explore your body” it looked like she was in a haze, daydreaming of the day she’d lost hers.

“oh, i understand” you nodded slowly. “so… who took yours?” you asked even though you could already guess.

“enzo” bingo. and how could you not guess? they were practically always together, always looking out after each other.

humming, you fell deep in thought. how could you ever choose between them? they were all your friends, and you’d never forgive yourself if your decision would hurt any of them or make them feel left out.

so you shook your head, toying with the ring on her finger as you leaned back against the wall. “i could never choose, mione. i don’t want to. i don’t want this to be such a big deal, i just want to get it over with so we can move on and fuck unlimitedly.”

your words made her burst out laughing, softly biting on her lip as a few students passed, and she took your hand in hers, guiding you to to the great hall too. “if you want to be a part of this, you will have to choose. but they won’t pressure you, if there’s one thing that they hate is feeling like they pressured each other into doing something, especially sexual… you have time.”

you nodded and finally, reaching the table, you sat down between draco and tom. “good morning” you greeted softly as you started filling your plate, your mind wandering.

“hey, y/n/n” theo reached over the table to squeeze your hand, a sincere smile on his lips, before draco kicked him under the table, the older boy hissing as he glared at him.

you didn’t really notice that though, you were too busy trying to figure out what you were gonna do.

but the boys seemed to notice that. the way you, so absentmindedly pushed at your meal with your fork, the boiled eggs smashing and the yolk leaking out of them. “woah, what have they done to you, sweetheart?” enzo’s voice was teasing, but in his own soft, characteristic way.

you looked at him, and he frowned at the confused, almost lost look on his face. then back at your eggs, your meal positively looking like a crime scene. “sorry” your voice was soft, barely audible. “m sorry, i’m not even hungry. i don’t know why i even took them.”

your nerves were growing and everyone could sense that, hence why they all shared concerned glances and only tom dared to speak. “can you focus on me? look at me, please” his voice was not like anything you’d heard before. it was soft and gentle, and he placed a hand on your arm, his slender, pale fingers squeezing loosely.

looking up at him, you tried your best to focus on his eyes. his eyes were so beautiful, a gorgeous shade of a deeper blue, and you could swear that you saw the ghost of a smile on his lips, but he quickly regained composure. “do you want to go back to the common room? lay down on your dorm maybe?” he asked and you nodded, arm curling around his own as he stood up, taking you with him.

🤍

you all but threw yourself on the bed, the boys sitting around you - tom and blaise were sitting on the rug by your bed, theo on your armchair, all while draco, enzo and mattheo shared the couch.

“i’m sorry” your voice made them perk up, their expressions almost unreadable, but one thing was for sure - they would do anything to make it better.

“what for, lovie?” asked blaise, his hand twitching as he almost grabbed your hand, but decided against it.

you sighed, mind wandering back to the day before. you had done the same thing : you moped around on the great hall and they had to take you back to the common room. “i’m being a baby. i just… i don’t want to choose.”

theo frowned. “choose what, dolcezza?”

“between you guys” avoiding their eyes, you started playing with tom’s family ring, his hand on the bed just by your head. “i talked to hermione today, and she explained the whole special bond thing, but i… i like all of you. i don’t want a special bond.”

enzo blushed, trying his best to hide his face by leaning his head forward, chin resting on his chest. mattheo nudged him playfully, messing up his perfect hair and causing the boy to whine.

“oh, baby” draco’s voice was soft as he approached the bed, but not before slapping enzo on his crotch. before you knew it, the bed dipped slightly and draco sat by your side, looking down at you lovingly. “we’ve been stupid, making you feel like you had to choose one of us to be your first. we’ve done stupid things and you’ve almost had a panic attack because of it.”

you didn’t say anything, just looked up at him, and the boys all seemed to had gotten closer too. “i don’t want any of you to feel less important. i’ll gladly let you all fuck me.”

you hadn’t realized what you said before it was too late, and even you were shocked. the boys all looked at you like you’d grown two more heads, and you flushed furiously, cheeks now a deep crimson.

“is that right, sweet thing? look at her, boys” mattheo’s voice was taunting, his signature smirk widening as he took a few steps closer to you. “i believe this poor thing only wants us all to feel good, to be able to feel her tight pussy for the first time ever. how sweet is that?”

“so sweet” theo’s voice had turned a lot deeper, need present in his tone. he had that look on his face. the one you’d seen before, directed at you.

“whenever you’re ready, angel, and whoever has you first…” blaise grinned, his hand coming down to caress your voice, your chest rising up and down rapidly. “this pussy’s not going unruined.”

your breath got caught in your throat and you almost choked at the intensity of it all. heat pooled in your tummy as they looked at you, hunger evident in their prying eyes.

“i want it” it was a soft whisper, a breathless, needy confirmation. and when tom’s eyes found yours, you knew you were in for it.

he was usually the most composed one, but in these past couple of days, he’d shocked you. he could be loving, caring and could even lose his composure around the right people. you’d seen glimpses of it before, but never like this, never so vulnerably.

his eyes seemed to twitch, so subtle that you almost missed it. he finally standed, making you feel small under his gaze. “how about we get her wet first, boys? oh, wait-” you didn’t expect it, but in the blink of an eye, tom had pulled your skirt up over your hips, curling two fingers around the hem of your panties.

you were drenched. you couldn’t even get out the gasp that was hanging in your throat, because his fingers just felt so good on your throbbing clit. everyone was silent as he worked on you, spreading your wetness over your slit and holes. “she’s so wet already. what’s gotten you so wet, baby?”

finally managing to gasp and whimper needily, you looked up at him, and he smirked at your helpless state. you looked limp and he fucking loved every second of it.

“answer tom, pretty. he might just stop making you feel good if you don’t” mattheo came to stand at his brother’s side, one arm resting against tom’s shoulder, and for the first time, he didn’t push him away or make a snarky remark. “you know how he gets.”

you whimpered out a soft ‘you’ and that instantly made tom’s eyes sparkle. in a moment of weakness, his thumb started rubbing your clit, and before you knew it, mattheo started massaging over your hole with two fingers. it was a feeling that you could not describe. nothing that you’d felt before.

their fingers felt so good on you, far better than all those time you had gotten off on your own. “t-tom- matty, please” you cried out, your legs begging to shake from the pleasure you were receiving. the way tom was pressing against you, and how mattheo was so close to making you scream on his fingers - it made you dizzy.

“ow, angel” draco was still sitting beside you, his eyes watching you and studying your reactions very carefully. he raised his hand and started stroking your jaw, his cold fingers making you shiver as the boys continued their assault on your cunt, causing you to jolt when tom would occasionally press too hard on your clit.

you looked up at the blond, growing more desperate to have all of their hands on you, your nipples getting harder and achy by the minute. he saw the way you shifted, and when your hard nipples pressed against your white top, the corner of his lips tilted upwards.

“you need my hands, y/n/n?” his hand slowly made its way down your neck, squeezing at the base of it for merely a second before it slid lower. you shivered in anticipation and he carefully pulled your top down, freeing your boobs - you were not wearing a bra. he groaned. “fuck, what are you doing to me?” and he looked into your eyes as if he was really waiting for an answer, but unfortunately you couldn’t give it to him if you wanted.

truth be told, you had not planned any of this. it all just worked out in your favour.

he brought both his hands to cup your breasts, squeezing gently as he watched them bounce back to their original shape, nipples looking eager to be - licked, bitten, tortured - by him.

draco wanted to tease you, he really did. but you looked way too delicious, so he didn’t hesitate and started sucking greedily on your nipple, one of his hands squeezing and pulling at the other one. you could hear him, even if your ears were ringing due to tom and mattheo’s attempts to make you lose your mind. draco was panting, not wanting to pull away from your boobs for one second. it really was a sight for sore eyes.

“feels g-good” you moaned loudly and tangled your fingers in his hair, your attention finally turning back to the boys between your thighs.

mattheo cleared his throat and when you looked at them, tom was wearing an annoyed expression. “didn’t forget about us, did you?” he asked pointedly, and retracted his hand, leaving you squirming for more.

but before you had the chance to blurt out an apology, mattheo spoke up. “i think you’re wet enough, sugar.”

but he didn’t continue, he didn’t make you feel like you had to do something more than that. he left it up to you.

“i want enzo to eat me out” your voice was small and said boy looked at you in shock, that it almost made you take your words back. but before you could do it, he was already on his feet - ready to do anything you pleased.

hermione had told you that enzo was good with his hands and mouth, and you were doing nothing but trying to test that theory.

he looked beyond excited as he looked at your cunt. it was glistening with wetness and a bit of sweat, and your clit looked mouth-watering; it was so swollen and hard.

“you are beautiful” was all enzo said before he buried himself between your legs, his hands holding you as if you were made of glass. “so so beautiful, you look divine” his voice was breathy as he nosed at your clit, pressing a soft kiss there.

draco, on the other hand, was grazing his teeth against your sensitive buds, making your toes curl and your pussy throb at the sensation. his mouth was perfection.

sponging a wet kiss on his temple, a broken cry was ripped from your throat as enzo slipped two fingers inside you, much too easily. his tongue sucked at the bundle of nerves that was your clit, sometimes exploring your sopping folds. “so sweet” he mumbled against you, his mouth not once leaving your heat as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back into your skull.

“thank you, thank you, thank you-” tears were streaming down your face as you watched the other boys through blurry eyes.

mattheo and tom were jerking off, their cocks red and looking painfully hard, whilst blaise was watching the scene in front of him intently, and you did see his fingers twitching, probably needing to grab at you, but not daring to.

“kiss me” it was a broken plea that earned you quite a few confused glances, even enzo looking at you curiously from between your legs, not once resuming his work. “blaise- baby, kiss me” you whimpered, and kissing you he did.

he pressed his lips against yours, his hand gripping your jaw and holding you in place as he dominated the kiss. he tugged at your bottom lip and you whined, chasing his mouth. “so fucking needy” he groaned and smashed his lips against yours again; the kiss was messy, all tongue and teeth, spit glistening on your chin. “you just need us all, don’t you? you need us to please this desperate, perfect body of yours.”

his teeth sank into the underside of your jaw and you yelped in pain, your fingers digging into the back of his neck. “yes, yes i do!- i’m- i need all of you, i need you to make me feel good.”

“atta girl” mattheo spoke up as he tugged at his cock, his eyes moving from your cunt to your bare chest. “are they making you feel good, angel?”

you hummed and felt the knot in your belly about to snap, enzo now sucking harshly and bullying his fingers into your cunt at a pace that had your legs trembling uncontrollably, but fortunately draco was there to catch you. he placed a firm hand on your thigh, grounding you as he kept sucking and biting at the tender flesh.

“m gonna cum” you choked out and started shaking again, this time not even draco’s force being able to help calm you down. “please, please- i need to cum” you asked for permission, but you didn’t even know who was it that you were asking.

enzo used his free hand to caress your belly, his sweet eyes looking up at you. lost in them, you didn’t even notice when theo stood and walked over to you, his fingers forcing you to look up at him as he spoke lowly, his voice firm and steady. “look up at me when you do” he demanded and you nodded fervently, biting at your bottom lip.

in a matter of seconds, you were cumming. your heart was racing - so much so that it felt like it was trying to get out of your chest - you were sweating and your hands were gripping at anything you could find - draco’s shoulders, enzo’s hair, the sheets.

your walls spasmed around enzo’s skilled fingers, your clit fluttering as he sucked on it, refusing to let go as he moaned against you, his eyes rolling back as he started humping the bed. your cum was heavenly - the taste, how it dripped down his fingers, everything was pure perfection.

and what was even better? theo’s eyes were analysing your every move. how your lips pursed, how your muscles tensed - the way your eyes watered as you struggled to keep them open.

“you’re just perfect, principessa. you did so good” he praised as he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

you breathed out a laugh as you tried to recover from your orgasm and the overwhelming sensations you had gone through, but you had little to no time to do that, because the door flung open and revealed the golden trio.

harry was more pissed than ever judging by the look on his face and his clenched fists, ron was just red with fury, and hermione just looked disappointed, her brown eyes seeming more dull than ever before.

“and what the fuck do you think you lot are doing?”

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[fckmebarnes]

not fair

professor!bucky barnes x student!reader

18+ men and minors dni! smut -- dry humping. pussy lip fucking. creampie. choking. gag (tie). voyreism. erm. yeah! hehe

w/c -- 3k

a/n -- lemme bring back dry humping real quick...I had to write something for this photo shoot release -- I got so many requests on Twitter to write something and on here so...I hope you guys enjoy! kinda wanna make them a thing so...feedback is welcome <3 @brooklyn-duo & @professor-james-buchanan-barnes … hope you enjoy hehe <3

beep beep beep

you groaned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you heard the incessant noise from your alarm. wiping your arm to find your phone, you groggily open your eyes to turn off the alarm before you see the time.

shit. you were late for your class.

scrambling out of bed, you toss on the only clothes you can find -- a big t-shirt with some biker shorts on underneath. quickly putting yourself together and finding your bag with your books, you haul your ass across campus as fast as you can go.

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“you’re late.” you feel your body freeze as you're making your way to the only open seat on the other side of the classroom, closest to the professor.

you life your head up with shame across your face. you weren't usually this late, and you hated being late to professor barnes’ class.

you had a pretty good attendance, so he wasn't going to give it too much thought, but he absolutely loved seeing your face flood with guilt and shame. something about it made his skin crawl in a good way.

you mumble a little apology as you sit down and plop your bag down and feeling the stare of the rest of the classroom.

“stay after class.” he states and all you can do is nod.

--

“c’mere.” he beckons you with his metal pointer finger. he was pushed away from his desk, spreading his legs out wide, plenty of room if you wanted to kneel in between them. he must've caught the way your demeanor shifts when your eyes drag over his figure. you're suddenly feeling hot under his gaze and without missing a beat you're striding over to him.

“good girl. you listen very well.” he murmurs, eyes darkening as he looks at you from head to toe, slowly, and back again. you swallow thickly before youre blushing deeply -- your cheeks fucking hurt now.

he sits up, reaching for your wrist with his metal hand before hes pulling you right in between those damn legs, your own thighs brushing against him. you felt a little self conscious on how much space you were taking in between his legs -- not really ever wearing biker shorts like this. they always made you feel like maybe your thighs were too ‘big’

he did not seem to care, though.

both of his large hands come to run up the backs of your thighs, his fingertips brushing gently towards your inner leg, over the fabric and cupping your core gently. you suck in a breath, completely aware of his touch.

he pulls you closer, almost making you stumble into his chest before he’s turning you around and sitting you down right in his lap -- your ass rubbing right against his cock.

“professor..!” you let out a little squeal, bracing your arms on the edge of the desk in front of you. he grunts behind you, watching your back arch out as you look behind him.

“how do you just do whatever you want, doll?” you furrow your brows as his hands grip tighter onto your hips. you didn’t know what he was talking about, but the way he was looking at you told you he was going to show you.

“think you can just be late for my class, and not even show up for last week's lesson.” you blush, knowing exactly what he meant by ‘lesson’.

you and professor barnes had this perfect game of cat and mouse -- he acted nonchalant, like he didn’t really want you. but you knew how bad he wanted you every single time he would stare you down during a lesson, how he would specifically have an open seat next to his desk every single lesson just for you. how he knew exactly how to make you cry on his fingers.

he started giving you these after class lessons. you were nervous at first. clearly it was for real studying and needing an extra hand on the course work.

you were a stellar student -- you have perfect attendance, you always apply yourself and you get decent ish grades.

but sometimes you just need extra help.

and for some reason, help looked like professor barnes’ fingers inside you, warming them while he made you read out your essay he had graded, or a chapter of a textbook lesson you missed.

“i don’t know what you mean, professor.” fuck. the innocence in your tone made his cock twitch, and it was the way your eyes looked big at him over your shoulder.

he pulled you fully seated back onto him, letting you keep your grip on the table while he slowly started to buck his hips into you -- a concentrated look on his face. you could feel how fucking hard he was through your slacks, and you knew he could smell how wet you were.

“i highly doubt it.” he mutters, biting his lip as he continues to grind into you. he saw the second you felt his cock rub against your clothes clit because you started grinding back down onto him, loving this little game.

“i mean it…” you trail off, innocence still in your tone. “i just need some extra guidance, professor. can you help me?” his eyes darken the second you ask, his fingertips digging deeper into hips. he removes them for a second before hes sliding his hands up and under the fabric of your big t-shirt and hooking his fingertips under the waistband of your biker shorts.

“you want my help, doll?” you nod with a whimper leaving lips as you grind down harder onto him. there was something so fucking debauched about dry humping your history professor right after class -- the windows wide open. someone could hear if they walked by. it gave you a thrill, but you knew that he wouldn’t let anyone hear you.

he groans, feeling his cock throb heavily in his slacks, a wet spot forming on the front of his boxers and pants. he bucks his hips into you as you grind down into him, biting your lip from making any noise. he could see your struggle -- he could see your composure slowly melting away with every single thrust he gives into you. letting you imagine what it would be like if he were to fuck you int his position right now.

but that would be a reward for you. and you were late to class.

he suddenly stops thrusting up into you, taking his hands from around your waist band and tugging your shorts down to your ankles. your big t-shirt still pooled around your hips, bunched up and showing your hip creases.

he almost came to the sight of them. “fuck…baby.” he absentmindedly runs his fingers down the sides of your hips under your shirt before they come into contact with your hip creases and pinches them -- he loved to see a little something extra for him to grip onto and mark.

you whimper as he touches you, feeling suddenly exposed under his eye. he loves making you feel like this -- where any move you made he would pounce on you in a second

“professor…” you draw on, looking at him as he pulls his hands away from your hips and going for the burgundy diamond tie snug around his neck. he loses it, shaking his head to make it come off faster before he’s leaning forward to wrap it around the front of your mouth.

its soft against your skin and it smells exactly like his cologne -- the scent invading your brain and making you feel fuzzy.

he ties a little loose knot on the back of your head, making sure to not get any hair caught before he is tugging on it a little bit -- your back arching against his chest as his metal hand comes to the front of your body, cupping your sex through your underwear.

“tell me, doll…” he starts, his lips brushing against the side of your ear, licking up a small stripe from your earlobe around the shell of your ear before hes softly breathing into your ear making you shiver. “do you let other professor’s tutor you like this? or am i just the exception?” he inquires, already knowing the answer.

you stumble through your words as he starts to run his fingers over your clothed slit, feeling the dampness form more on the fabric. you shuddered as you shook your head, gripping the sides of the chair. he tuts as he puts a little smack onto your swollen clit. he watches as you breathe through your nose, feeling the anticipation grow throughout your body as he continued to leave little light smacks onto your clit -- your body jerking with each smack

you could feel another gush of arousal flow through you, soaking the fabri even more and making a little sticky sound as he teasingly goes to finger your hole through your underwear.

“so this is all for me? no one else?” you nodded, whining more against the tie as your chest rises quicker at the feeling of the tip of his middle finger prods your slick hole.

“good girl.” he purrs softly before he nips your earlobe again and pushes you forward -- catching yourself on the edge of his desk again.

he unzips his slacks, taking his hard cock out through the hole in his boxers and spits in his hand to pump his cock a few times. you can feel as he slaps the tip of his cock on your ass, pre cum smearing into the fabric. you whine again, rocking your hips against him.

“so eager to get a good grade, aren’t you?” you nod, desperate at this point. you didn’t know what he was going to do, but either way you needed him to fill you up.

he thumbs the center of your soaked underwear to the side, before sliding his cock in between the wet fabric and your dripping cunt.

“fuck, baby. this pussy is soaked, isn’t she?” your arousal soaked his entire length instantly, and both of you let out a satisfied groan as you felt his cock slide into your wet underwear and heat. he groaned as he could feel your clit throb against him, as he let go of your underwear and letting it snap back into place. he brings you back onto his lap, tugging on the ends of the tie to make your head snap back against his shoulder as he rocks his hips up against you -- his fat cock sliding easily against your soaked underwear and cunt. you wanted nothing more for him to push his fat tip past your hole -- but you knew he wouldn't do that.

“tell you what, sweetheart.” he grips your hip with his metal hand to keep you steady, his flesh hand letting go of the ends of the tie and wrapping loosely around the front of your throat. “i’ll let you grind into me like this until the tip of my fat dick catches your slutty hole.” he groans gently as he feels your heart beat pick up at the proposition. he hadnt even told you all of it yet.

your fingers dig into the wooden chair arms as you continue to grind yourself into him, soaking him entirely. your clit throbbed furiously, your nipples ached and your core was heavy. you needed release but you weren't sure if he was going to give it to you.

“if that happens,” he continues, slowing his pace and letting you grind again, groaning as he easily slides in between your wet folds. “i’ll give you all of my cock, okay?” you whimper as you nod, wanting nothing more than to be sat on his cock. and you felt like that was going to happen with the rate your hips picked up the pace, shorter huffs of breaths through your nose as you concentrated.

“atta girl,” he coos, turning his head to press his lips against your neck as you feel the tip of his cock nudge against your swollen clit, a muffle moan escaping your lips. his cock throbbed as you pulled your hips forward. at that moment, just the tip of his cock nudged into your hole before sliding easily past it.

“fuck…” you were close, wanting his cock so fucking bad that you let go of the chair handles and leaned forward -- grabbing the edge of his desk and fucking your cunt over the lenght of his cock more.

he watches you with wide, darkened eyes as you move, making eye contact as you desperately catch the tip of his cock on your hole.

“thats it…” he encourages as you catch the tip of his cock again before hes grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock with a moan. “takin’ my cock like a good girl i knew you were.” you let out a muffled moan as you feel his stretch around you, his cock throbbing inside of you and the tip snug so deep into your gut you could feel tears prick your eyes.

“you look pretty like this…” he muses, lifting your shirt up higher to expose your back and that arch you did as soon as he sat you on his cock. your hips were grabbable, big. he fucking loved that.

he kept your shirt bunched at the top of your back with his flesh hand before his metal one comes to ground you on his dick before you start moving your own hips up and down on him.

your fingers grip against the desk as he meets your thrusts, watching as his cock gets swallowed right into your pussy, slipping back out with slick covering his length.

“takin’ your professor’s cock so fuckin’ good, you know that doll?” you moan again against the tie, the smell of his cologne hitting you again like a ton of bricks as he lets go of your shirt and grips your hips with both hands

he starts his pace quicker, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. you clench around him and you swore you felt him throb inside of you. his finger nails dig into your skin to leave marks this time. you want to take the tie off and moan his name, let him hear your whimpers and whines that are being made just for him.

he stands up with his cock still buried deep inside of you before hes fucking you over his desk, papers flying off the surface and sprawled over the floor, pencils knocking against each other and the metal sound of his belt buckle slapping against your thighs.

he smooths his hands over your ass before he spreads your cheeks and pulls your underwear aside to really watch his cock disappear inside of you.

“fuck…she keeps suckin’ her professor in, baby.” he comments as he watches you smush your cheek against his desk, eyes locked on yours as whimpers and mons muffle themselves against his tie. you could feel your orgasm come on with each thrusting of his hips and his metal hand coming to stuff itself down the front of your underwear and press against your swollen clit.

you clench in response, your thighs clenching as you feel him deep inside of you, the messy sound of his cock fucking into you -- you were so thankful for his stupid fucking tie.

“gonna cum, doll? can feel her squeezing me, know you need it…” he growls against the back of your head when he leans forward and against you -- the buttons from his dress shirt rubbing against your spine.

he reaches for the tie in your mouth with his free hand and grips the base of your throat to make you look at him best you could without straining your neck.

“let me hear you, doll. wanna hear you cum around your professor’s cock like a good little student, you hear me?” your mouth falls open as you let out a moan, his fingers playing your clit perfectly as his cock fucks into you and his hand around your throat tightens just enough to get your brain fuzzy as you cum hard around his cock.

“there we go, good girl. give it to me, soak my fuckin’ cock.” he wants all of it, wants you to make the biggest mess all over his over and over and over again. you start babbling sentences, mostly ‘thank you, thank you’ as youre screwing your eyes shut. your cunt clenches around him again as his hips speed up chasing his own release

“fuck, james…” you groan out as you squeezehim again, feeling another one come on.

“you gonna cum again, baby? fuck--” he moans as he feels your thighs tense again, your clit throbbing under his thumb as you squirt into your underwear, cheeks flushed with embarrassment of how fuckin gone you are.

“shit.” he notices you squirt, biting your shoulder harshly as he feels his cock twitch, pace faltering as he catches his release and pulls out just in time to cum in your underwear -- making an even bigger mess than before.

“fuck…god baby…” he groans as he moves his hips slower, body shivering as he rides his high and takes his hand from your clit to suck his finger clean. he groans as he tastes you on his tongue, needing more. but he knew it was almost time for faculty to be going home and he didnt want either one of you to get chewed out

“you did so fuckin’ good for me.” he praises as he pulls his cock from your soiled underwear, your body shivering as you feel his cum stick to your inner thighs and making a mess of your pussy.

he leaned up again as he smacks your ass gently, admiring the way you look bent over his desk. he pulls back up your bike shorts and you groan as you feel his and your mess press harder against your core.

he kisses down your spine before pulling down your shirt again and pulling you up and turning you around. he pulls you back into his chest and sits down in his chair curled up on his lap. this is the best aftercare he can offer you right now, which kills him. he knows you don't mind too much, but there are some times where he just wants to cuddle with you for hours afterwards.

“you still mad at me for being late?” you feel his chest rumble under your face as you smush against him, playing with one of the dress buttons on his shirt. he rubs your exposed arm with his hand before peppering a kiss on the top of your head.

“of course not, doll.” you sigh softly at the validation, looking up at him.

“thank you for this lesson , professor barnes. i think i learned this time…” you trail off, watching as he smirks, pecking a soft kiss to your lips.

“anything for you, my star student. have to make sure you pass.”

[soldiersgirl]

SEE ME AFTER CLASS .ᐟ

summary ⭑ good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught and the professor is about to teach his favourite student a very important lesson on responsibility. (part one) / (part three). cw ⭑ pornstar!reader x pornstar!soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut (mdni). porn with some plot. corny porn names. mean soldier boy. veiled threats. professor x uni student dynamic. manipulation. kissing. finger sucking. light slapping. sir kink. spanking. degradation. praise. dirty talk. begging. shoe shining (?). protected p in v (safe sex work is important). doggy. choking with tie. name calling (slut, whore, doll, dollface, teacher's pet). female masturbation. cumming on face. swallowing. word count ⭑ 4,567 words (lmao)

honestly, you thought you would never see him again. sure, it was... fun to work with him that one time and you really thought that it would be a one-time thing. you never really understood, or dared to question, how vought thought this would help soldier boy's image, but you were proven wrong immediately. sales for soldier boy merch sky-rocketed and similarly, the sales of your previous works on VHS went flying off the shelves. the people loved you together and each fan-mail you received were begging for you to reunite. you tried for months to put it off, wanting to keep the creative control over your own career. but with vought's offers becoming more lucrative, more rewarding, you couldn't deny them or him any longer.

and here you found yourself. on another set, in another dress that was too short for your own good and another smirking soldier boy standing behind you as you got your make-up touched up and hair styled to perfection in two cute pigtails. you brushed away the stylist and you frowned at yourself in the mirror as soldier boy reached forward and tugged on your 'tails before letting out a wry chuckle. you twisted around in your chair and gave him a scowl that naturally formed whenever he was around, but it quickly turned into surprise. he was devoid of his usual supe-suit and instead a tight white shirt hugged his muscled chest with a dark-green tie nestled around his neck and round frames perched on his tall bridged nose. he tilts his head, smirking like he knows exactly what you're thinking, gazing at you over his glasses.

"ready to be taught a lesson?"

"i'm ready for this to be over already." you sneer before turning back around, just catching his smirk faltering. "still got that monstrosity you call a moustache, huh?" you nod towards his infamous pornstache, still trimmed and styled to perfection. he would have it no other way.

"god, i had forgotten how much of you bitch you were." he hums before leaning down behind you and gazing into the mirror, much like the first time you met, and running his hands over his quaffed hair, tucking down any strays. "plus, i don't remember you complainin' when you were riding my face like a fuckin' rollercoaster at disney. so shut your shitten trap if you know what's good for you." he bristles as he smooths his stache over with his pointer finger.

"looks like you didn't fuck me hard enough last time. common issue for you, isn't it?" you cock your head to the side and pout at his reflection, only earning a grunt in return as his eyes never leave his own face.

"i'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to think of anymore of those witty comebacks you got there." the threat rolls naturally of his tongue as he tightens his tie and gives himself a nod. he lazily gazes down at you and offers a sideways grin. "if i didn't know any better, sweetheart, it's almost like you're begging to be ruined." he grabs the back of your head and forces you to look at yourself as he leans in and whispers. "don't you worry, the professor is gonna show you what a good fuckin' does to a bitch, like yerself." he nips at your earlobes and shoves your head forward before straightening himself up and walking to his dressing room to prepare himself for his big scenes. although your cheeks heated up with embarrassment at how quickly you fell under his spell, you couldn't deny the way your thighs clenched together at his promising words.

after working with soldier boy for the first time, no one had really lived up to him since. you had tried to find substitutions, tried to find the same excitement and thrill that coursed through your body at the touch of his hand or lips against yours, but to no avail. although you despised the man and everything he represented, you loved what he did to you.

as you bent down to buckle your mary-janes and pull up your patterned knee socks, you took a second to gaze over the set. wooden university desks were scattered around the room with books open to random pages and pencil cases spread about the set-up classroom. an old-fashioned military green chalkboard had been hung up and the set coordinators had even taken the time to scribble some drawings and equations across it alongside today's date in the corner. to make the set more believable soldier boy's oak desk had been cluttered with various half-marked essays, a gold-rim typewriter, a forgotten cup of coffee and a plaque that read "professor b. dover". you shot up and ran your finger over the indented letters, shouting over your shoulder to anyone in earshot.

"what does the b stand for?"

"ben, my real name." you flinch as soldier boy's strong hands come up and rest on your shoulders, causing your hand to fall and your shoulders to stiffen.

"so, professor ben dover? like bend over?" you scoff as you peel his hands off you and swivel to face him. he chuckles and nods as you roll your eyes. "is everything just a joke to you?" you sigh.

"lighten the fuck up, doll. not everythin' has to be so fuckin' serious." he tugs on your pigtail again and your head jerks along with it. you wince in sudden pain and this time, it was his turn to roll his eyes. "try to have some fun for once, eh? wouldn't kill you." he walks around and settles himself in his red velour chair, running his broad hands over the armrest with a smirk, enjoying the soft fabric beneath his rough fingertips. much like how he loves them against your soft skin. he pulls and tugs on his sleeves as you silently sit down by one of the desks and wait for the director to brief you and call action. you sigh and twirl on your hair as you rest your eyes dance around the room before naturally settling on soldier boy and his hypnotic gaze. although nothing is said, everything is shared and he has you exactly where he wants and you both know it.

"so! exciting, ain't this? the people loved you the first time, so this is gonna make us all very rich." the director clutches his clipboard as his eyes flicker between the two of you, each wearing an unimpressed reaction. "right. uh, it's the well-loved storyline. irresponsible college student misses a deadline and fails the class and her caring professor is willing to bend the rules to help her pass, but..." he holds his hands out to allow you to answer, like an interactive theatre stage. you raise your eyebrows in surprise and gaze at soldier boy for a second, his expression equally as confused.

"but i gotta fuck him first." you mutter.

"exactly!" he yells in delight. he gives his clipboard a smack, glances back over at the interns and set crew as they signal that the cameras are ready and the lighting is in place. "let's make some money." he gives you both a thumbs up before he rushes back into his director's chair and yells "ACTION!". you immediately enter the mindset of your character and forget the dislike for your co-actor that simmers under your skin.

"any reason why you stayed behind after class, young miss?" soldier boy raises his eyebrows as he tugs down his circular frames and lets his eyes roam over you, sitting cross-legged behind your worn-wooden desk with a slight pout on your glossy lips. you loudly sigh and close your math book before resting your chin in your hand and gazing right back at him. as he leans back and crosses his large arms, the velour chair squeaks as it struggles to hold his muscled build.

"i know i failed your class, professor dover, but i need your help. my best friend said she had made a deal with you before and... i really need to pass." your long, manicured fingers run along the edges of your book as you nibble on your bottom lip and bat your large eyelashes at him. he couldn't help but scoff, you played the role of innocent student almost too well, but he quickly caught and corrected himself.

"you can call me ben, we're outside of office hours." he starts before settling his judging gaze on you. "but... let me get this right." the chair creaks as he leans forward and rests his forearms on the desk, sighing loudly. "you think you can just bat your little eyes at me and i'll let you pass?" you lean back, skirt your fingers across the hem of your sundress before you uncross your legs to flash your underwear and cross them again the other way whilst you shake your head. soldier boy sucks his teeth and tuts loudly at the sight of your cute underwear. he couldn't wait to dive into them, like before, and feel how wet you are for him.

"oh, no, professor. uh, sorry, ben. not at all. i wouldn't–" you stop yourself and brush your hair away from your face. "i'll do anything to pass, sir. please. my dad's gonna be so mad if i don't pass this semester." you lean over your desk, resting your chest on top of your book and exposing your cleavage to him. "are there any extra-curricular activities i can do? anything i can help with?" you let one of your sundress straps glides down and rests on your upper arm, exposing more of your breasts. "i'm a quick learner, sir." you put on your best act for the cameras, wearing the role of innocent student like a second skin; second nature. you were just simply a desperate student begging for help from her older, wiser professor.

"yeah, i bet you fuckin' are." soldier boy scoffs under his breath before running his hand over his gelled hair and looking up at you with a smirk as his eyes dart down to your chest. "listen, doll. i–" you interrupt him by shooting up and walking around to the front of his desk, clasping your hands together in desperation.

"mr. dover. please. i'll do anything, anything you want!" you lean forward and grasp his hands in your small ones, a pleading glint in your eyes. your tits are almost spilling out the top of the dress and he lets out a low groan. he could barely even contain himself any longer.

"alright, alright." he throws up his hands, palms facing forward, signalling for you to stop your begging. "i'll help you, but first, i gotta teach you a lesson on obedience and responsibility. wouldn't you agree?" it was his turn to grab your hands, holding you frozen in place as he uses the other to forcefully grab your chin. "can't believe i have a classroom filled with sluts like you." he sneers, his nose scrunching and his glasses lifting, framing and highlighting the hunger in his eyes. "i've seen the way you look at me in class. the way you fuckin' bite your lips whenever i even glance at you. the way you clench those thighs beneath the shortest fuckin' skirts and dresses, i've ever seen." he huffs as your mouth gapes in embarrassment at each of his damning words. your hands instinctively crawl up your thighs and press themselves against your weeping core, just to feel any kind of relief. you caress and glide your fingers delicately over your most sensitive bundle of nerves, wishing it was his hands instead as he continues to deliciously degrade you. "such a dirty girl, aren't ya? i bet no one's ever touched ya, the way i will. the way you really want to be touched. used." all you can do is mindlessly nod in return, a slow grin taking up your face before he gives you a small slap. you open your mouth to complain but, he takes the opportunity to jab his thumb into your mouth and admiring the way your tongue curls and slides over it, sucking on it like your life depended on it.

he couldn't wait anymore.

he pulls his thumb out, reaches around and grabs the nape of your neck before yanking you forward over his desk and crashing his lips against your own. he devours each of your mewls and moans, smirking to himself at how quickly you fall under his spell. your hands skim over his upper body, feeling the white, tight shirt under your fingertips and finally, clutching onto his biceps as you let yourself succumb to his touch. he tugged back your head and revelled in the sight of your bitten, swollen lips as you tried to catch your breath, but soldier boy was never one to be patient. he grabbed one of your perfectly braided pigtails and tugged on it, almost leading you like a dog on a leash, around the desk until you're stumbling in front of him, as he settled back into this chair. his large hand brushes over your hair, trying to get it into place before fully leaning back and just watching you. your heaving chest, your trembling knees, and your blown pupils.

"christ.." he mumbles under his breath. "take them fucking panties off. it's time for your punishment, dollface." he pushes back his chair and slaps his lap before caressing it, inviting you. tempting you. you couldn't help but gasp as it dawned on you what he had in mind and you couldn't have tugged down your cute, cotton underwear any faster. you let them stay bunched at your ankles as you leaned yourself over his broad lap, his large frame swallowing you as you lay there at his mercy. his fingers traced the hem of your sundress, lifting it slowly as he watches it dance over the curve of your ass and settle in the dip of your back. "now, you know the rules, don't ya? you gotta count out loud and so, help you god, if you stop then we start all over again until you can fuckin' get it right." he palms your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before kneading them like dough and laughing dryly as you hang your head and only nod. SMACK! "answer your professor." you yelp out in pain, your head wrenching back and your legs futilely kick.

"yes, yes! yes, sir." you whimper. he gives you a nod before muttering a "good girl." and letting a second smack reverberate around the carefully curated classroom. "one!" you yell out. SMACK! "two!". SMACK! "three.." you gasp. each smack was harsher than the last, tears brimming in your eyes. you couldn't hear much besides your heartbeat in your eyes, but between the deafening beats, you could hear soldier boy's low chuckles between each assault on your delicate skin. he smooths his palm over your cheek, laughing as you squirm under him.

"only two more, good girl. you can do it, can't you? you're a big girl now. big college student who is gonna fuck her professor to pass." his taunting tone only adds to your pain and your undeniable pleasure. usually, your co-actors were sweet and somewhat rough, but soldier boy always gave you what you desired most, no matter how much you try to deny it. a groan from you, followed by another strike to your reddened cheek and a drawn-out "fooouurr...." as you let the tears run down your face and over your gasping mouth. SMACK! "five." you cry out and hiss, your body finally relaxing as he coos, leaning down to flutter kisses over the branded curve of your ass. he pulls you up and sits you on his lap, encircling his arms around you and hugging you tight as you share short pecks that grew increasingly more urgent; the desire simmering right below the surface. he slowly pushes his off his lap and down onto the floor, sitting your slick clit right against the tip of his shoe. he flicks his chin up, indicating for you to lift your arms and he tugs off your flimsy sun-dress and throws it carelessly across the classroom.

"now, my shoe needs shining, doll. you can help with that, can't you? said you'd do anything." he leans in and down, gliding his calloused fingertip down the bridge of your nose before tapping your nose tip. "get to fuckin' work." he lifts his oxfords up and bumps them against your slick folds, making you yelp and latch onto his thigh for support. you spread your legs more and settle against his shoe, rocking your hips and rubbing your clit against the top of his shoe. the sensation of the laces and bumps against your folds and unattended clit made you feel dizzy. no man had ever made you feel this desperate for praise, for their approval. and no man had ever expected this of you, but for soldier boy, you were willing to do anything. you gritted your teeth and frowned deeply as you concentrated on rutting and grinding, spreading your arousal all over his expensive shoes, fulfilling his wishes.

he loosened his tie and patted your head as you whined and moaned beneath him, your claw-like nails digging into his full thighs. he pulled off his tie and looped it around your neck, tightening it until rested nicely between the valley of your breasts, his fingers skimming gently over you; making you shiver and moan in anticipation. his touch, his attention was like a drug you couldn't get enough of. whenever he gazed upon you it was like the sun shone only on you and made you glow in its glory. he cupped your cheek and kept your gaze on him as he bumped and lifted his shoe against your glossy folds and basked in your mewls and protests.

"hm, such a teacher's pet. willing to do anything for a good grade." he hummed, his thumb dragging across your cheek and pinching it. "let me see how much of a mess you've made." he roughly pushes you off his shoe and you land with a small yelp. he lifts his shoe an inch of the floor and a gasp falls past his lips. his eyes catch the camera as he angles his oxfords against the harsh set lights; his shoe glistening with your dripping arousal. "haven't even fuckin' touch your cunt yet and you're so soaked." he groans in approval.

"ple– please, touch me, sir. i need you. need you." you sat up on your knees and reached out, your hand grazing over his growing bulge that was barely suppressed in his black slacks. "need to pass." you mumble as you attempted to open his belt, but he quickly brushed your hands away with a devilish grin as he gazed down onto you. like a king with an effortless sense of authority and you were nothing but his adoring follower.

"needy lil' girl. huh? you need to pass, you need to get fucked, you need my cock. you think you deserve any of it, doll? hm?" his grin softens as he toys with the tip of his tie, which sat snugly around your neck. "you think you make the rules around here? since when can a ditzy slut like you make decisions?" he grabbed and tugged on it like a dog leash, bringing you to your feet and following swiftly behind. his hands reached up and smoothing the top of your head, running his hands over your frizzy pigtails, teasingly down the side of your neck, over your shoulders until they circled and tugged on your hardened nipples with a sigh of content. you stand on your tiptoes and tenderly kiss his lips, his stubble grazing against your chin and cheeks as your tongue lapped against his. each harsh tug on your nipples was followed by flittering touches, each bite of your lip was followed by a soft moan from him.

he was as harsh and untameable as the sea, but interchangeably as soft and delicate as a soft summer breeze. he gives you one final peck and places his round spectacles on your face, offering you a small smile before he leads you to stand to the side of the desk and facing away from him, out toward the classroom. behind you, you hear the promising sound of his belt unbuckling and an expectant shudder runs down your back. you twist to peek over your shoulder, but your head is immediately shoved back around and you let out a school-girl giggle. the clang and swoosh of his slacks falling to the floor, the familiar sound of a condom packet opening and a loud hiss as he lazily jerks his leaking cock.

"now do like my fuckin' name and ben dover." he chuckles to himself and thankfully, you were facing away from the camera, as you dramatically rolled your eyes before he pushes you down onto the desk by the back of your head with a grunt. you fumble as the glasses almost fall off your nose and you push them up, just in time to look back and catch the sight you had been looking forward to. his hair tousled, his shirt unbuttoned and his large cock aching to be stuffed in between your familiar folds. he ran his tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices and gently tapping it against your clit. your knees buckled and your heart threatened to beat out of your ribcage; you could barely wait another second. a glob of spit lands in soldier boy's rough hands as he fists his cock one last time before prodding your entrance before deliciously sinking into you. your folds and walls welcoming him as your legs shake beneath you and soldier boy shudders behind you as he buries himself deep into you. your pussy clamped down and clenched around him as he caught his breath, before tortuously dragging himself back and slamming into you with no warning. you shot forward and held onto the edges of his oak desk for support as he picked up his pace, his balls rocking into your clit with a steady beat.

"fuck, oh my god, siiiir." you drone as his tip expertly nudges against your cervix, each thrust turning your brain to mush. "fuck, fuck! ngggh–!" his harsh grip on your hips tightens as he relentlessly slams into you. his breath ragged and his eyes wild as he takes in the sight of you beneath him, all for him. in this moment, the two of you completely forget the crew on set and lose yourselves in the sensation of taking out each other's frustrations on one another. he leans forward and fumbles for a second before grabbing the length of his green tie and tugging it back. your constricted airways make your eyes flutter as he wraps it around his large fist, burying himself deeper into you. the desk groans and squeaks under the force and weight of soldier boy ramming into your aching cunt.

"i warned you." he chuckles into your ear as he picks up momentum and fucks into you at a superhuman pace. you're reminded of his harsh words from before and you silently accept your fate. "should start callin' you the teachers whore." he gasps against your neck in between vigorous thrusts, grazing his teeth against your pulsating vein. "gonna teach you how to take a real cock, how to get fucked like a real whore. you'd like that, wouldn't ya?" an absence of an answer from you makes him tug on the tie, you gasp and struggle for air before he relents. "wouldn't you, dollface, hm?" he repeats.

"yes, yes! please, oh my god. teach me, please. i wanna be your pet, teacher's pet." you choke out. he releases his unyielding grip around the tie, making you fall forward and heave for air, pushing the sliding glasses up your nose again.

"rub your lil' clit for me, yeah? let the professor see how much you wanna pass his class." without delay, you slide your hand between your thighs and clumsily rub your wet clit in frenzied circles. your climax was charging at you like a runaway train and soldier boy could sense it in how you squeezed his length. "cum for me. cream all over your professor's cock." he mutters, sweat dripping down his forehead. with a few added thrusts and harsh pinches to your clit, your climax washing over you as your knees buckled whilst soldier boy used his strength to keep you in place. the wet squelch of your cunt drove soldier boy crazy, a ring of cum forming around the base of his cock and it almost tipped him over the edge. "are you my good lil' girl? my good lil' student?" he whispers as he pokes out his tongue, gritting his teeth as his abdomen tenses. so close.

"yes, sir. your best girl, best student! your good girl." you cry out and that was all he needed. to your surprise, he yanks himself out of your inviting cunt, pulls off his condom, yanks you off his desk and down onto your knees.

"open your mouth, whore mouth. lemme see that tongue." you lean your head back and flatten your tongue, readying yourself for his release. he pumps himself a few times before staggering closer to you, grabbing the top of your head to steady himself and loudly sighing as he cums all over your face. his mouth agape in awe as his seed glides down your heated-up cheeks and into the crevices of your mouth. he guides his tip down and rests it against your tongue as the last of his cum glides down your throat before you suck on his tip. "oh, fuck, doll..." he moans as you collect the scattered cum on your ring finger and suck it clean, showing your empty mouth to him.

"did i pass, sir?" you gaze up at him with those damn trusting eyes and swollen lips, your chest still heaving.

"with flyin' fuckin' colours." he huffs, brushing his loose hairs away from his face and grabbing his glasses back from you and lifting you back to your feet. the heels of mary-janes clicking against the wooden floorboards. "flying. fucking. colours." each word spoken in between chaste kisses.

"CUT!"

like every time before, your manager pushes past the set crew and wraps you in your pink, fluffy bathrobe, as well as handing you a face-wipe and a bottle of water. soldier boy loosened his limbs before pulling up the slacks and buckling them, giving you a satisfied nod accompanied by his wolfish smirk.

"think i got the job done this time, don't ya agree?" he laughs, frowning as the interns crowd him and ask him countless questions. he waves them away with a grunt, concentrating his laser gaze on you again. you simply scoff in return, acting unimpressed. he bristles and sighs. "c'mon, give a guy a break. we both know the truth." his cocky behaviour cloaking his need for approval from you.

"maybe third time will be the charm. isn't that what they say?" you wink before sauntering off with your manager following close behind. soldier boy stood stunned, speechless. in that moment, he made up his mind. he was going to do everything it took to be in between your thighs again, so help him god if it would be the last thing he'd ever get to do.

a/n: and we're back. just as fun to write as the first time and i hope everyone wants a third one because i'm already brainstorming some ideas! LIKES, FEEDBACK & REBLOGS are appreciated, if you loved this! ⭑ millie's masterlist ⭑ -`♡´- tag list: @bluemerakis @legalmente-loca @faiszt @vmiina @emeraldcrs @briiverse @figthoughts @sl33pylilbunny @jasvtsc @silverwoodlynx @bejeweledinterludes @yooyieu @0ccvltism @nperoconelcositoarriba @lanasgirlfr @velvetdandeli0n @iluvdeanwinchester @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted @valjy @littlesoulshine @mostlymarvelgirl @syrma-sensei @rositaslabyrinth @blossomingorchids @deansbbyx @mads-ackles @lunaleah @diawinchester217 @sunnyteume @drakulana @k-slla @deansbeer @h8aaz @samslovebug @missus-ackles @barnes70stark (comment or inbox me to be added/taken off)

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Discipline

pairing: professor!hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, college au

synopsis: you did bad on a test and need to be taught a lesson.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, degradation, power play, caning/spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral (m), creampie, cum tasting, praise

a/n: this is just dirty smut and it was also needed for hyunjin's bday😩 enjoy💙 title inspired by nine inch nails - discipline!

~ masterlist

You were staring at your feet as you waited for Professor Hwang to come out of the classroom and invite you in.

You played with the hem of your skirt nervously, you knew he was going to scold you.

You were his best student, always with straight A's and he'd praise you and even use you as an example of a good student to everyone else.

But, on your last test you barely got a D.

Professor Hwang had immediately sent you an email to come see him after class. Oh yes, you were nervous but also excited.

You tried to supress the smirk forming on your lips as you bit into them and tried to look as innocent as possible.

The door swung open and students spilled out of the room, going different directions as you kept chewing on your lip, making your eyes big and teary for when he comes out.

Professor Hwang leaned on the door frame, his eyes travelling from your feet to your face as he scanned your fidgeting body.

"Come in, Y/n." he said, his face stern and unreadable.

You scurried inside, following him as he already made his way to his table.

"Lock the door." he ordered, sitting down in his chair and spreading his legs a little.

You gulped, your eyes falling to his lap before you swiftly turned around and closed the door, locking them after that.

"Come here." he beckoned you with his finger and you neared his table.

Professor Hwang stared at your bare thighs for a moment, licking his lips before he looked up at you.

"So, what happened? I thought you were listening to my lectures." he started, taking your test out and placing it on the table, his big hand splayed over it as he stared at you intently.

"I-I do listen." you stuttered quietly, blinking your eyes at him.

"If you did, you wouldn't be in this predicament right now. You're always my best student. I was expecting more from you and you disappointed me." he talked and tears brimmed in your eyes.

You opened your mouth to apologize but he kept talking.

"Were you distracted, hm? Maybe by a boy?" he smirked, leaning closer to you as you stood there playing with your fingers.

Professor Hwang sucked his bottom lip in as he glanced at your thighs again, his eyes travelling up to your chest pressed in the tight little shirt you had on.

"N-no! No I wasn't, I swear." you squirmed in place, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"No?" he taunted you with a smirk.

"I-I'm sorry." you whispered, gulping.

"Oh yeah? How sorry are you?" he asked.

"Very, very sorry." you answered and he let out a chuckle, his hand reaching towards the drawer inside the table.

"Very, very sorry?" he repeated your words as he rummaged through the drawer, obviously looking for something.

"Yes, I swear." you nodded.

You shivered in anticipation as he paused, eyes raking all over your frame again. Suddenly his arm swiped over the table, pushing the contents of it and making them clatter on the floor. You jolted from the sudden movement, a little gasp escaping your lips as your professor pulled out the pointer he used sometimes during lectures.

You stared at the item in his hand then looked up at his face as he stood up, hovering over you.

"Bend over." he pointed to the table.

"W-what?" you stuttered.

"Don't make me repeat myself." he looked at you sternly as he tapped the table with the pointer.

You swallowed and shifted past him, standing in front of the table and staring at it before you slowly bended over, laying your upper body on the hard wood.

"I wanna see how sorry you really are." he smirked as he stood behind you and you pressed your cheek against the table, trying to look back at him.

Professor Hwang bunched your skirt up in his hand and then lifted it up to reveal your bare ass.

"No panties?" he chuckled, his hand gripping the skirt tighter.

A flush of embarrassment washed over you as you squirmed.

"Stay still." he warned you before pressing the pointer against your ass.

A shiver ran up your spine, settling on the back of your neck as your hairs stood up. Your heart started pumping fast against your chest, nails digging into the wood as you anticipated.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson. Don't you agree, my little bunny?"

Your pussy clenched at the nickname as you gasped.

"Y-yes." you were already fighting for a breath.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I need to be taught a lesson." you whimpered and he chuckled at your compliance, removing the pointer away and waiting for a few seconds before he struck down, the cane making contact with your supple flesh.

"Ah!" you yelped, your thighs rubbing together instantly.

"Count." he growled at you before striking your backside again.

"T-two!" you whimpered and he laughed, repeating the process.

"Three!" you counted, digging your nails further into the table as professor Hwang whipped your ass.

You were crying, tears running down your cheeks as you counted and whimpered in pain and arousal as he showed no mercy on your poor flesh.

The more he struck you, the wetter you got, your arousal now dripping and smearing on your inner thighs. Professor Hwang could see it and smell it and it made his pants uncomfortably tight.

He threw the pointer aside after you counted to fifteen, his middle pressing into your ass, making you feel his hard erection pressed against your warmth.

"Look what you did, naughty girl." his hand tangled in your hair and he pulled your head back, rubbing against you and you whined loudly.

"I- I'm sorry!" you cried out as he grinded into you before leaning back and giving you a few more spanks with his hand, making your backside sting even more.

"Again with the apologies." he tsked. "I'm not sure that you're actually sorry, bunny."

"Yes I am, I swear!" you trembled when his fingertips ghosted around your core.

"For some reason I don't believe you. I think you're lying and you did badly on purpose." professor Hwang leaned over you, whispering in your ear as his fingertips ran over your wet folds.

You gasped, opening your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

"Naughty girl wanted to be punished by her professor, is that right?" he pushed your legs apart with his feet before plunging two of his fingers inside you.

You had nothing to say, because of course he knew. You only moaned as he pumped his fingers inside you.

"You don't wanna answer, little bunny?" he pulled his fingers out, only the tips touching you, teasing you.

"I do. I do." you panicked, thinking he'd pull away when you needed him so much.

"Tell me the truth then. And I just might go easy on you." he smirked.

You gulped, looking up at him as he hovered over you, his fingers toying with your clit.

"I did it on purpose." you confessed.

He let out a laugh and shook his head.

"Aren't you just a desperate little slut? Playing with your academic success to get under me. Pathetic." he tsked, mocking you as he pushed his fingers inside you again.

You whimpered, leaning back into his touch as your eyes fluttered.

"Answer me!" he growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

"Yes, I'm a desperate slut!" you cried out, fresh tears spilling out your eyes.

"How desperate are you for me, bunny?" he stopped all movement, suddenly pulling away from you and you whined at the emptiness and the cold breeze coming from the window.

"So desperate." you said as he pulled you up and then sat down on his chair, spreading his legs and beckoning you to come closer.

"Prove it." professor Hwang smirked.

You swallowed before getting down on your knees on the hard floor and he bit on his lip, looking at you with a stern look in his face and his brows furrowed as your shaky hands unbuttoned his pants.

He kept quiet, just observing you as you fumbled with the zipper and pulled his pants down with his boxers. His cock slapped against his stomach, the tip red and angry.

"You did that bunny." he smirked a little as you scooted closer to him.

Your pussy clenched at his words as you leaned in and tentatively licked at the pre-cum on his tip. You wrapped your lips around him and his hands grabbed at you hair, creating a makeshift ponytail as you sucked on him, taking him in more.

"Aren't you just so cute like this?" he asked more rhetorically while you swallowed as much of his length as you could, your small hand wrapping around the rest that couldn't fit.

Professor Hwang couldn't help the little moans escaping his lips because you knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

"That's enough." he pulled you off after a while, slapping your cheek with his dick. "You should be thankful I even let you do that."

"Thank you, sir." you batted your eyelashes at him and his cheeks flushed. He was weak for you when you'd call him that.

"Come sit." he ordered and you were eager to obey as you scrambled to your feet and hovered over him. You grabbed the base of his cock and pressed it against your entrance, letting the tip slip in before you slid down completely, burying him inside your warmth, your thighs flush against his.

"You expect me to do all the work?" he lifted his brow as you squirmed on top of him.

"I- I-" you were stuttering again, your pussy gripping him.

"You didn't do any work for your test so make it up to me, bunny." he ordered and you placed your hands on his shoulders and gripped, steadying yourself before you started bouncing on his cock.

"Harder." he ordered and your nails dug into his flesh as you pressed your feet against the floor and bounced harder, fucking yourself on his cock.

"Fuck." he groaned as he looked at your breasts, his length twitching inside you.

He ripped your shirt open, making you gasp when his hands grabbed at your tits, a smirk on his lips as you weren't even wearing a bra.

"All ready for me to take, hm?" he smirked as you moaned and shook against him, fucking yourself harder as his tip kept hitting your sweet spot.

"Y-yes, always." you whined as he grabbed at your breasts roughly, pinching and pulling on your nipples.

You cried out and came, exploding around his cock and squeezing him like you never wanted to let go.

"Fuck, my naughty bunny!" he growled and gripped your hips before fucking up into you and knocking the breath out of your lungs.

"H-Hyunjin!" his name had slipped out in your cloudy state and that was enough for him to grip you tightly and cum inside you, the warmness filling you up and making your eyes roll back.

Your arms wrapped around him as you tried to catch your breath and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, his hands grabbing at your backside, massaging you gently and trying to soothe the pain.

"Think you learned your lesson now, bunny?" he lifted his head up to look at you, his hand coming up to put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Maybe I need some more tutoring." you winked and he shook his head.

"More, hm?" he smirked then, his hands cupping your breasts and running over your nipples. You clenched around his spent cock instantly and he noticed.

"Yeah well, you're the best professor, I love learning from you." you teased and Hyunjin laughed, throwing his head back.

You stood up, feeling his cum trickling down your inner thigh.

"Then I'll give you some more private lessons." he stood in front of you, hand between your leg as his fingers gathered his juices and brought them to your lips. You wrapped them around his digits and sucked, keeping eye contact with him as you swirled your tongue around and tasted both of your arousal.

"I'm looking forward to that." you said lowly as he stared darkly at you.

Hyunjin grabbed your face and kissed you passionately, his tongue tasting you before he pulled back.

"See you tonight for our dinner date, bunny." he smirked when you both adjusted your clothes.

"See you, professor." you winked, blowing him a kiss before you left the classroom.

Yes, dating your professor was forbidden, fucking him in the classroom even more so but forbidden things always seem more delicious, don't they?

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[bearloonz]

Had a spark of remembering Tangle Tower. Still the game of all time I love these guys

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

Private lessons

Masterlist Word count: 5.6k Prof!Rafayel x Student!Reader

Summary: Rafayel is your fine arts teacher. You were absent from some classes because you caught the flu and now you're standing in front of his office door, hand raised to knock at the door, but something is stopping you. Maybe it's the way he's been looking at you lately, but either way you need to catch up.

Author's note: I've been stalling to finish this. It ends a bit abruptly because I just ran out of inspiration and otherwise I would've thrown this in the drafts never to be seen again. I hope ya'll like it! Special thanks to @butlereyepatchbunny for proofreading!

Smut, Rafayel trying to be dominant, reader ending up being dominant, weird power dynamic, nude painting, jealousy, emotional manipulation, begging, short talk about vasectomies and STI's, raw sex (wrap it up guys).

Mature content under the cut

"Come in," Professor Rafayel bellows through the door. He sounds annoyed and frustrated. In truth, that doesn't really irk you. An artistic person like him would probably despise office hours. You've heard rumors of him trying to convince the art department director to let him have his office hours in his studio, but he was met with a resounding no.

It makes sense, but people love working in professor Rafayel's studio when they can and professor Rafayel loves bouncing ideas off his students. Seems a perfect solution to keep a stubborn professor happy, but the director doesn't think so.

For a second you almost forget that you have to open the door. That you now have to face your professor. The professor that you've been trying to avoid for days now. It might've been easier if he hadn't greeted you like he did when you finally felt good enough to attend classes again last week.

Professor Rafayel's art lectures are never early in the day, which is a godsend on a day like today. Sure, your head is still pounding from the pressure of the cold you are recovering from, but that's nothing some ibuprofen and paracetamol can't fix.

With Rafayel's lecture only starting at 1:30 pm, you've got enough time to medicate yourself and eat something before heading over there. However, now that you're sitting here trying to focus on the lecture, you feel your mind slipping away. Maybe you should've taken another day off to make sure you were fine.

As professor Rafayel always does, he gives a short assignment to do in class and roams around the room to give pointers. Usually it is something like "We've just discussed this type of art, find some or draw some to show that you understand what makes that type of art that type of art." It's often near the end of class time and some people skip out on it because professor Rafayel really couldn't care less as long as the grades are good.

And, you usually, you stay like the good little student you are and do the assignment. You even often stay after class to discuss it with professor Rafayel if he has time. Now, however, you feel like shit and you're packing up.

That is, until two hands appear on either sides of your desk, caging you in. A soft, sultry voice whispers next to your ear, forcing shivers down your spine: "First you don't show up for days and now you're leaving early? Did I do something?"

There's emotion behind his words, so much of it. You figured he might've noticed your absence, but this seems a bit extreme. "I had the flu," you mutter, cheeks burning, "I'm still not doing great."

"Why didn't you email me? I could've sent you the class notes," he whispers, but there's something more in there. Something possessive. You feel your body shudder ever so slightly as he leans a little closer and you feel his body brushing against you.

Then he suddenly switches up, his hands pulling away from your desk. He repositions himself to sit on the desk next to yours, arms crossed, with an aloof expression on his face. "Well, since you clearly don't feel well yet, you should stay home tomorrow as well. It's nearly the weekend anyway. How about you come by at my office hours on Monday? We'll discuss how to get you back up to speed."

'Oh, it's you,' professor Rafayel hums as he watches you slip into his office, 'how are you doing now?'

You can't say you're not surprised by his casual question and the very normal atmosphere in his office after what he did last Thursday. For a second, you consider you might've been lucid dreaming with the fever you had. However, that wouldn't be probable. You're pretty sure you felt his body press against yours. The memory of it almost makes you blush. 'I'm alright. Much better than last week.'

'Good,' he answers, not even paying attention to you, 'so besides missing lectures, I noticed you have not submitted anything of your physical work for review. Have you not been able to make anything during your sick leave?'

'I tried to, but I had so many coughing fits that I couldn't focus and my head was pounding.' You're not sure why you're over-explaining. Does he make you more nervous now that he's not being overly interested in you? Is that it? This is strange. Before last week, the two of you had a very equal relationship when it came to discussing art. 'I just wasn't able to.'

He nods, leaning back in his chair. Suddenly, he seems much more interested. He crosses his arms and you notice the slightest twitch of a smirk pull on the corners of his lips. His eyes are dark and intriguing. 'My, my, what should we do about that? We wouldn't want you to fall behind,' he taunts you, playing into your fear of failure.

He knows exactly what he's doing as you feel tears start to burn in your eyes. You know he knows. How many times have you discussed your works and the meaning and feelings behind them? How many times have you overshared and told him about your family? Yes, Rafayel knows exactly what he's doing. He's trying to push you off balance, trying to get on top, be the dominant one.

'I might have an offer you'd be interested in,' he mentions with a sly look. You saw how he was watching you get closer and closer to tears. He's been planning this. He's playing with his food. It makes something grow inside you. Something red. Something burning. 'Two of my classes merged and now I've got a few free hours after 4 pm until the end of the semester. I'd be open to some one-on-one sessions.'

The way he makes it sound like he's doing you a favor, like he doesn't want to spend time with you but he'll do it, makes you flush with a strange kind of rage. Here you are, sitting in his office at his request. He has the gall to assume you won't be able to catch up and implies so to play with your feelings. All of that, after countless times of calling you talented, just to get some time alone with you? Unless it's all just a game to him.

Insane.

You might be horny for this man, just like every other student in your class, but you won't be degraded like this. 'No thank you, I think I'll be fine,' you answer as you get up. He looks physically surprised by your words, his whole suave façade drops.

Just as he wants to get up, you put your hands on his desk and lean towards him a little. The way he looks up at you does something for you. His eyes wide, surprised, but very much still paying attention. Almost enjoying the power imbalance you introduce, but you can't be sure. It could just be surprise. 'I am going to be very blunt here, professor, and forgive me if I misunderstood. But if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could've just asked instead of playing with my feelings.'

"Inspiration is a fickle mistress and she does not like her hand forced." You learned that from professor Rafayel and no words ring truer than those right now.

Ever since you left his office last Monday, your mind has been all over the place trying to piece together why your professor behaved that way. Because that's what he is, your professor. He's not a random boy on campus who is trying to get in your pants, he is your teacher. Someone who should behave more dignified than Rafayel has.

It's not like you would mind if he were just a random boy, but that's the whole problem. This whole thing, if it is what you think it is, opens the door to so many potential problems... But it is intriguing and it has been building for a while.

Slowly, but surely, certain occurrences came back to you. However, there are no words in the English language that could rationalize those moments, no matter how hard you try. You can try all you want, but your loins are on fire.

That's when you realized, it started on day one. The first fucking time you saw him. You were so daft, so stupid to not see it. He has been chasing you for almost three years now.

It was subtle. Very. As he should be in his position. He was playing a long con and you're not quite sure if he is aware of it or if he's just letting his emotions run free. He has gone off on rants about free love and similar topics more than once when someone implied something sexist. Rafayel is not shy about sex and sexuality, and you kind of liked that about him as your art is often sexually charged. You like sex and sexuality and the vulnerability that it often comes with.

But now you can't even put your brush against the canvas without your paintings starting to look like him. You've tried to force it, only to abandon those works within minutes because it just didn't feel good. If it did start to feel good, the painting would start to look like him again.

A deep sigh slips from your lips as you drop your arms, defeated. You stare at the portrait you painted. It's not nearly done, but it's his eyes staring back at you, boring into your soul. You've got to do something about this. Either confront him or fuck him, those seem the only feasible options.

You tilt your head to look at the clock in your apartment. 4:30 pm... Would he still be in his studio?

The sliding door to the studio seems much heavier today, but the sight it reveals is truly an artwork on its own.

Rafayel's studio has large windows and tons of greenery outside. Now, around golden hour, strings of yellow and orange light illuminate the space, only interrupted by dust particles floating around. The light perfectly surrounds Rafayel as he sits in the middle of his studio with a canvas on a small, portable easel as he works. Sunlight kisses his skin, almost making it look like there's an outline of gold around him.

'Took you long enough,' he huffs, not looking up at you but provoking you to step inside. And you do, closing the sliding door behind you. 'Lock it.'

'What?'

'Lock it.'

'Why?'

'Lock it or leave, those are your options,' his tone is commanding, nothing like you've ever heard from him before. You feel that same red-hot rage you felt on Monday, it's something defiant inside you, but you know you need to talk to him. If you don't, you might be doomed to paint him until you die.

'Tell me why or I'm switching to professor Thomas' art history class.' Rafayel's jaw clenches. You don't know why the man has such a hatred for Thomas. As far as you know, they get along fine but whenever you drop his name they are suddenly enemies. Could it be that Rafayel is jealous? Or maybe just possessive?

'You know why,' he hints, his eyes flickering up at you. Something sinister is in them, something dark, something sexual. Yes, you know what is happening here today if you let it but you want him to say it. You turn around and put your hand on the door again. You hear something clatter to the floor and suddenly you see Rafayel's hand holding the door closed, his body pressing against you as his other hand gently takes its place on your hip. 'Don't make me say it.'

You turn around to face him: 'Professor Rafayel, you and I both know this is highly inappropriate.' He searches your eyes for any inkling that you do not want this, that you want him to stop, that he got it all wrong. The despair in his face, the strange power dynamic, it turns you on so fucking much.

A cruel plan forms in your mind. Rafayel wants you and you've got five sessions with him until the end of the semester, including today. Five sessions to make him bend, five sessions to drive him to madness, five sessions to make him beg. 'I'm here for extra lessons. What are you here for,' you question innocently as you press your hand against his chest, ever so gently pushing him off. His hand grips your hip tighter, pulling himself closer with a defiant look in his eyes.

'What are you doing,' he grumbles, his annoyance easy to read in his eyes. He seems ready to devour you whole if you would just say yes to him. If you would just agree to this.

'I'm being a good student,' you claim as your hand slides down to his stomach slowly and his eyes widen, 'my professor told me he'd help me catch up.'

Finally, he catches on. He lets go of you and walks back over to his easel. The thing is knocked over and probably what you heard when you tried to head out again. For just a second you get a glimpse of his painting. It is unmistakably you. Not all of you. It's your face leaning on the palm of your hand, but it doesn't go higher than your lips.

'Alright, let's get started,' he grumbles, annoyed. You sit down on the floor across from him and take out your sketchpad. 'You missed a model painting class and a portrait class.'

'So, shall I just ask my roommate to sit for me,' you ask him, recalling he despises your roommate as much as he does Thomas. Why? You live off campus and so your roommate is an old friend. A male friend. Let the games begin! His face instantly turns into a scowl, but his answer takes a second and when he does answer, he looks at you strangely.

'No, I'll sit for you.'

Painting Rafayel's portrait is easy. His face is already burned into your memories, but it's nice to study the small details of his face. Being that up-close and personal with him has been... an experience the say the very least. Unsurprisingly, by session 3 you've got a picture perfect copy of his face in oil paint.

Throughout the sessions, his praise didn't go unnoticed by you. Meanwhile, he was also painting you, claiming it to be good practice for him because you've got a unique bone structure. However, whenever you snuck a glance at his painting, it was never just your face.

Session 1, he continued that painting of your lips while the two of you sat across from each other, cross-legged, knees nearly touching.

Session 2, you had put on a short skirt to tease him and sat down across from him cross-legged again. The skirt barely touched the floor in the back. He had walked around you quite a few times to "comment on your work" but when you glanced at his painting, he had painted you from the side. That included how your skirt barely covered your butt. It was surprisingly suggestive. Sure, that was the intent but he somehow made it so much more lewd. Like you were looking at yourself through his eyes.

Session 3, it was the first truly scorching day of the year. You put on a long, flowy skirt, and the tiniest top/sports bra that you could get away with wearing on the campus. He managed to perfectly remember how you looked when you walked in and lifted your skirt a bit to check if the buckle on your sandals had gotten loose. It looked strangely angelic, even if you tried to portray something more sexual. Sure, he hiked up your skirt a little more in the painting to the part where your leg meets your hip. Yet it still looked very innocent. Almost as if you were a voyeur, as if you weren't meant to see this.

One thing that irked you though, Rafayel would not tell you what kind of model painting you missed out on. You would've asked your classmates, but after the initial model painting most of them preferred to work alone to finish the paintings. Understandable, you would've done the same if you were in their shoes.

Today is session 4 and it is still scorching hot. Not ideal weather to seduce your professor in. You opted to wear some linen pants and a loose-fitting cropped shirt. Nothing all that sexy but with temperatures like these, all you want to do is sit naked in front of the aircon.

However, you are excited. The last few sessions you have manged to get Rafayel so worked up that you left him sitting in the studio with a tent in his pants last time. That honestly made you feel great. It made you feel desired and beautiful. A temptress. As you walk through the school, you wonder how far you can push him this time.

When you turn the corner to head to the studio, stirring with anticipation, you see Rafayel waiting for you in front of the studio. Your feet hesitate for a second when he looks your way. Something's different today. There's something in his eyes and his cheeks are flushed. For a second you want to turn around and leave, but then he waves for you to come closer and you do. Your feet carry you to him.

Rafayel answers your questions before you can ask any, 'We're heading into one of the smaller studios today.' A flicker of electricity pulses through you. You look down. Rafayel took your hand in his and is pulling you along. He's excited, surprisingly so. Does he know you put a few condoms in your bag today because you feel like he grovelled enough?

Soon you're walking through parts of the fine arts wing that you don't even know. It's quieter here, more secluded, more private. There's dust on the windowsills so you don't question that this part of the wing isn't used often.

And suddenly you're standing in a very tiny studio, no bigger than a dorm room. Despite its size, the room is lit beautifully. There's a window high up on the wall. High enough that you can just look outside if you stand on your tiptoes. It creates a spotlight of natural light cascading down on the stool that stands in the middle of the room. The walls are a velvety shade of dark blue, almost as if they would feel soft to the touch.

One easel and another stool are already set up with a canvas. It's in the perfect spot for the lighting and you figure Rafayel set it up himself. Against the wall are two large storage shelving units that hold costly and rare paints and other mediums. Ones that you would have to give up food for to afford. Something tells you this is Rafayel's private stash.

'I've never been in this part of the art wing before,' you mumble as you look around the small room. Before you can turn towards Rafayel, you hear a distinct click of the lock being turned. By now, that doesn't disturb you anymore. The door has been locked for every session before this and you figure it might have something to do with Rafayel's impulsivity if you ever give him the slightest idea that something might happen.

'These used to be senior studios, but most seniors prefer to work at home these days,' Rafayel explains, 'most teachers in the art wing have claimed one. This one is mine.' You were right.

'You have two studios? Isn't that a bit excessive?' You turn towards the stool again, wondering how you can best post Rafayel to make him look as angelic as he is.

'Not for moments like these.'

You turn back to him and the whole world falls away. In front of you stands Rafayel, your art teacher, your mentor, the most beautiful man you've ever seen, without a shirt. His shoes are kicked in the corner, socks somewhere on the ground, as he works on the draw string of his creme linen pants.

His eyes meet yours, the hesitation reflected in them as vivid as the rare colours on his storage shelves. You can tell there's a little fear in his eyes at your hesitation. Fear that he read this all wrong, that he's going to fast, that you were just playing around.

'You could've told me I missed a nude painting class,' you manage to utter as you awe at his body. Whichever God he prays to has to like him very much to have granted him that body with that face. It almost seems like a crime. A man like that must have flaws, right?

'Where is the fun in that,' he teases as he pulls the drawstring. He lets go and the pants slide off his body, revealing that he's not wearing anything underneath. For a second, just a second, you want to jump him. Have your hands roaming his body as your eyes are, but your jaw is on the floor and your body is frozen in place.

Meanwhile, Rafayel smirks at you and takes his spot on the stool in the middle of the room. He looks extremely smug and proud. You guess a man like that wouldn't really be insecure about himself. He looks sculpted by the gods, from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. And, God you'd never imagine you'd be thinking this, this man has a beautiful penis. Your mind is already dreaming up what he would look like hard, with that pretty pink tip of his leaking precum.

'How do you want me,' he asks, eyebrow quirking up at the unintentionally suggestive question. Or maybe it is intentional. All this time you thought you were holding all the power, but he is stripped down in front of you and somehow has more control over the situation than you do.

"Focus," you shout in your mind and mentally hit the dirty thoughts out of yourself. But professionalism be damned, you just want to stare at this beautiful man all day. "If only you'd be in a position to capture this very moment right here, now get your mind out of the gutter and paint this beautiful man!"

'Put your foot up a little, yes, beautiful, and turn your shoulders towards me a bit,' you start to direct him. He poses beautifully and you don't doubt he's done this before. He's probably done this so often it is second nature to him. Right? Curiosity gnaws at you as you pick up your charcoal to make a rough sketch. 'Have you modelled for students before?'

'Yes, once.'

'Only once?' He nods. 'Stay still,' you quickly say. He huffs a laugh.

'See,' he offers the moment as proof, 'only once. I was a starving artist and needed money to pay my rent. I saw an advert in the paper and replied. Some of the teachers here recognized me from some magazine interview and the rest is history.'

'That's how you got here? I thought you were a spoiled protege,' you murmur, more to yourself than to him as your rough charcoal outline starts to take shape on the paper.

'Most people think that.' The mood sours and as much as you want to know his whole life story, you are not in a mindset to be appropriate about this right now. You wish you could be, but he doesn't really seem to want to talk about it more either.

'You could've made a killing as a model,' you note, as you start to go in with deeper blacks for the shadows.

'I was gonna say the same about you, cutie,' he teases. You're pulled out of your focus. Cutie? No one has ever called you that before. You've never considered yourself that before.

'Cutie?' He just winks at you. A flush spreads on your cheeks as you try to get back to the work at hand. Rafayel's eyes are glued on you as you take out your eraser to put in some shadows. A long silence falls between the two of you. You wish you could give the silence a name, call it awkward or weird but that's not it. Discomfort is not what you feel, though you wish you would. Instead you just feel an increasing fire building in your chest.

And Rafayel notices.

'You know, it's awfully hot in here. I can't image you're comfortable in all those clothes.' A wicked grin plays on his lips. He tries to hide it but he can't. Not now that he's so close to getting what he wants. You can't blame the guy for trying.

With a pretend exasperated sigh, you pull your top over your head and throw it at him. He catches it with ease, 'Rude,' he huffs, but he is taking a good long look at your newly exposed skin.

And then you see something twitch between his legs. Now you've got two options and one is clearly better than the other.

Option 1, you fuck him right here right now.

Option 2, you fuck him next session. Why next session? It is quite literally the last class of the year. If things get awkward, you won't have to face him until next fall. And if things go right, you've got a whole summer to enjoy them. Plus, more teasing.

You would've picked option two any day. It seems so much more fun. If only it weren't for the fact that you are absolutely feral right now. Suddenly, your shoes are kicked off and joined with Rafayel's in a corner, and your pants are in a pool at your feet as you sit back down on your stool.

For probably the first time in his life, Rafayel is quietly watching. The way he looks at you truly surprises you. All these weeks you've been trying to make sure you look like a sexual object to make sure he understands that this is just sex. Instead, he looks at you like you're a masterpiece. Like every stretch mark, every mole, every dip, every discolouration, every scar, every mark is perfect. All your imperfections, so perfect in his eyes. It makes you feel a little shy until you see something poking up from between his legs.

'You're right. This is much better,' you agree with his previous statement, trying to sound aloof like he usually does after some devious act. He's in absolute awe, looking frozen by your beauty. Rafayel's lips move but, even in the quiet room, you can't hear a single word he's saying. 'What was that?'

'You should finish your drawing.'

'I've lost my focus,' you retort as your hands travel to the edge of your sports bra. Rafayel's eyes are trained on your fingers as you start lifting up the fabric.

'We should do something about that.'

'Like what?' You pull your bra over your head with one swift movement and throw it at him like you had your shirt. That seems enough of an invitation for him. The wicked grin he wore just a minute ago reappears as he gets up from his stool and stalks over to you.

'I have a few things in mind.'

Then, his lips are on yours. Hungry, deprived, messy. Teeth clank against each other as tongues try to discover as much as they can in as little time as possible. Mere seconds pass before you're both breathless and he pulls away to look at you. A string of saliva connects you as both of you scan each other's eyes. Looking for regret, for a reason to stop or keep going.

'Well,' you coax. He breathes out a laugh and starts trailing kisses down your neck. At your collarbones, he leaves a few love bites and moves further down until he's on his knees between your legs, big eyes looking up at you.

Just as you try to hook your fingers on your underwear to pull it down, Rafayel captures both of your wrists and holds them in one hand. His eyes bore into yours expectantly and when you give the slightest nod, he dives right in licking a thick stripe over top of your underwear. You groan and want to reach out for his hair, but your wrists are still captured.

With his free hand, he pulls your panties to the side. 'That's beautiful, make that sound for me again,' he begs before diving in again. It's not surprising that he's incredibly skilled, tethering you to the edge within seconds. But that could also be all the edging you put yourself through in preparation for this day.

'Raf, please, I-'

'You're gonna come already, pretty girl?' His voice is like a purr as he lets go of your wrists to grab your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the stool. Your hand instantly slides into his hair, grabbing a good fist full to ground yourself. 'Give me everything.' It's embarrassing how hard and fast you cum. Truly, you feel like a two-pump chump and you don't even have a dick to pump.

'Shit, Raf, oh my god,' you moan out as he removes his mouth from you. He looks up at you and when you look down at him, he presses a soft kiss to your clit, sending electricity through your body. It's absolutely lewd and dirty. 'If you don't fuck me right now, I will scream.'

Rafayel chuckles as he stands up, pressing kisses to your skin as he rises, 'I thought this was all about you being in control.' His voice makes you shiver. So he did know what you were doing and was playing along.

'I thought so too, but we'll have more than enough time to explore that some other time,' you groan as he latches his lips onto your neck, kissing and biting your sensitive skin, 'I've got condoms in my bag.'

'Don't need 'em,' Rafayel hums in your ear, his hands on your hips, kneading your skin. His thick length rubbing against your stomach, spreading beads of precum on your skin.

'Unless you had a vasectomy and are clean, we do need them,' you argue between moans whilst your hands explore his chest, dipping down every once in a while to tease his v-line.

'Yes, to both of those,' he clarifies, 'but it's your choice.'

For a second, just a second, your hands still and you seriously consider the pros and cons for as far as your fried mind lets you. Rafayel looks down at you with a smirk, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. The whole action is so sweet, so tender, that it completely shuts your brain off. 'Fuck it,' you sigh and pull him closer.

His hands slip under your thighs, picking you up from the stool like you weigh no more than a tube of oil paint. With a swift turn, he presses you up against the wall, lips attacking yours violently. Your bottom lip slips between his teeth as he bites down "gently." The hunger in his kisses makes you think he's close to dying. His hands are everywhere on your body, overwhelming your senses.

His hand moves between your bodies and guides his dick inside you. At first only the head, and then everything all at once. Your fingers dig into his back as you curse his ancestors for giving him all the good genes. 'Shit, you're taking me so well,' he groans, head dipping to your neck to leave another bruising kiss there.

He sets a gruelling pace, stealing all the air out of your lungs as you gasp and whimper. Rafayel's hand is still between your bodies, teasing your clit with his thumb whilst holding you up with one arm. Your back hurts, moving against the wall. Sadly, the velvety paint doesn't take away the sandpaper-like texture of the walls.

'Raf, ah, the wall,' you whine, 'it hurts.' Truly, you don't want him to move. The orgasm approaching you doesn't want you in any other position than the one you are in right now.

'I know baby, just a little longer,' he groans, biting down on your skin once more. He keeps pounding into you relentlessly while you try to stay still to minimize the impact, but your brain is fried and a slut for pleasure. With his hands on your clit and his cock rubbing inside your gummy walls, you can feel yourself lose control.

'Raf, I'm-' He shushes you gently. 'I know, I know, let go baby. Come on,' he beckons, keeping his fingers and hips moving at a steady pace. Your walls flutter at his words. 'There you go, give it to me.'

'Shit, Raf, cu-cumming,' you stutter as his teeth sink into your skin again. His hips falter as he snaps them up inside you and keeps them there. You feel his hot cum coat you from the inside as your walls start to spasm, your nails digging into his back roughly, legs pulling him impossibly close.

His hips snap against you a few more times. Sloppy, uncoordinated, passionate. Your brain is a mess and so are you. In truth, you could go again. But as your breathing steadies and the fog in your brain clears up, you suddenly realised you just fucked your professor in the school.

'This is so wrong,' you mumble with a laugh. Rafayel's teeth let go of your skin and he looks down at you as he puts lets you down. You feel like Bambi, the way your legs are shaking.

'What is?'

You gesture around you vaguely, 'All of this.'

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professor sunghoon pt.2 smut

professor!sunghoon tries so hard not to make it obvious that you both kissed. he keeps stealing glances at you and you respond by smiling shyly.

professor!sunghoon who tells you to meet him after class as he had something important to tell you. little did you know he had dirty intentions.

as you entered his class, he immediately locked the door behind you. “come, sit y/n” he places a hand behind your back, leading you to a chair next to his desk. you look up at him as he rests against the edge of his desk. you feel nervous as this is the first time you were alone with your professor after you both kissed. you’d be a liar if you said excitement wasn’t pooling down there. tingling sensations as you imagined what could happen. your professor adjusts his glasses before saying with concern ,”i saw your grade drop quite a bit and was wondering if the assignment was too hard?”.

you bite your lip in embarrassment, you had gotten a 56 out 100 in your argumentative essay. you have been struggling with school as you had a full time job. “uhm i just .. haven’t been doing my best work, been busy with work is all” you sheepishly say, twirling your hair. professor sunghoon was concerned with your grade but he also wanted to see you again. alone.

“i can give you a higher grade if you rewrite it, or i can give you an easy way out” your professor gives you a genuine smile, but the way his eyes looked you up and down seemed as though he had something planned. “like w-what?” you stuttered, feeling your professor's eyes wander over your body more.

“i’ll give you an 94, if you do a little something for me”. he gets in front of you, petting your head as he breathes heavily.

you can’t help but let your eyes wander on his body too. you can barely hold in your yelp as you see his big bulge, painfully sitting in his dress pants. sunghoon places a finger underneath your chin and lifts your face up. you blush furiously as the tension between you seems to be at its breaking point.

“i’ll give you a good grade if you let me fuck you on my desk” he says with heavy lust in his tone. you look up at him with flushed cheeks. he receives an immediate nod and a quiet “yes please.” sunghoon feels relief to your words. he’s about to fuck his favorite student who happens to be the prettiest thing ever? just a dream to him, really.

“please what?” he raises an eyebrow in amusement as you seem to sink into your chair in embarrassment.

“yes please, professor sunghoon”.

as if cue to your words, sunghoon lifts you up onto the desk. pushing your legs apart and settling himself in between. his cold hands running up and down your bare thighs, giving you shivers. he leans in and whispers quietly, “can i touch you more princess?”. you whine in respond, shamelessly pressing yourself against his crotch. “p-lease professor”. he pulls you in for a rough kiss, his hands gripping your hips. his hand then slides up to your neck, wrapping around as if he were going to choke you. he gives your neck a hard squeeze and you gasp lightly. sunghoon sees this as an opportunity to shove his tongue inside your hot mouth, his hands now hiking your skirt up, revealing your damp panties. you shyly broke the kiss, holding on to your professors loosened up tie to control yourself.

“whats wrong pretty? embarassed because you wet yourself?” sunghoon tries to hide his smirk as you look away with red cheeks. “i-i just haven’t felt this good in a while” you mutter. sunghoon brushes away the hair out of your face with his pointer finger. “then let me continue to make you feel this good, hm?” he replies with a caring tone which makes you immediately melt. you nod carefully which signals to him that you’re ready to resume. your professor latches his mouth to yours while unbuttoning your shirt with quickness. he pulls away to admire your lacy bra, his stare so intense you try to cover yourself but he grips your wrists.

“don’t hide yourself, you’re the prettiest thing ever” he says sternly, his finger tracing the roundness of your breasts. “thank you professor..” you then whine, pulling his tie to you. “what is it princess?” sunghoon asks in concern, his eyes full of lust but care. “just insecure is all” you bite your lip nervously, driving sunghoon insane once again.

”i’ll have to show you then how pretty you are”. your professor seems to be desperate as he slides his hands to the button of you skirt. “professor i-“ you begin but he places a finger against your lips to shush you. “do you want it?” he locks eyes with you, his other hand running down your back. “yes..” you trail off with shyness. “then? let your professor please you”.

he pulls off your skirt and dips his fingers in your panties waistband. he tugs at them lightly. “can i?” he whispers, desperation hidden in his tone. “yes sir ple-” you try to reply but are interrupted by your panties being harshly pushed down to your ankles.

he places his already dripping tip against your entrance. his eyes meeting yours to make sure you’re ready. “mm please! please fuck me professor” you plead, your words dripping with lust. professor sunghoon loses no time, pushing his entire length into your tight hole. you immediately felt your walls being stretched out by his thickness, a loud cry slipping from your plush lips. he smirks at the sound of your cry, wrapping his arms around your waist. he then starts moving painfully slow, a few pumps in and out to adjust you to his size. you try hold in your gasps, but once he starts picking up his pace, you begin to struggle. a string of soft moans escape your plush lips as he thrusts harshly.

“so tight princess, so good” he whispers into your ear, nibbling on it as he bounces you up and down on his cock. you can feel him deep in there, his thrusts just enough for you to feel his cock drag along your plush walls. you’re so wet, too wet. gushing noises as his length meets with your dripping pussy. its so dirty that you can feel your arousal grow. your professor locks eyes with you, his arms still hoisting you against the desk. your legs locked around him.

“going to go harder, ok?” he plants a kiss on your forehead as you nod shakily. your hands grip his shoulders to steady yourself. sunghoon didn’t lie, every thrust was rougher than the previous one. your moans are struggling to stay sealed in, a whiny moan escaping now and then.

“let me hear you, wanna hear how good i make you feel” he rasps out. you gingerly grab his glasses and push them back on the top of his head. you lock eyes with him, and you swear you can see love in his eyes. he laughs, making your heart skip a beat as he caresses your face.

“yes, princess?” he says with affection,

”too much” you start whimpering, feeling as though your professor’s cock was splitting you in half. “can’t take it? too much for your tiny hole huh?” he teases, slowing down and holding you in place against the desk.

“just til you come okay?” he promises, his cock twitching inside you as he waits for your answer. “i can handle it professor” you mumble, your brain already foggy from how hard sunghoon has fucked you. “my good girl” he places you on the top of the desk and begins to rub circles onto your clit. you feel yourself falling apart in his arms as he continues to give your now puffy clit attention.

“professor-” you pant out, feeling your arousal coming soon as he worked his fingers faster.

“gonna cum on my dick like the good girl you are?” he pants out as well, his cock still buried deep inside you. “h-hah, yes sir!” you cry out, feeling your pleasure build up even more. sunghoon continues to play with your clit, feeling your body tense up. you soon explode on his cock with cum. your moans so high pitched and loud, it made him laugh a bit. his hand covering now your mouth to muffle you.

your professor plants kisses on your cheeks as he pulls up your panties to dress you. he plays with your hair as you settle down after your orgasm. “i-i…” you’re not sure what to say, you were humiliated that your professor just saw how dirty you are. but do you regret it ? not at all.

sunghoon kisses you softly, tracing your nose bridge with his finger.

“you're definitely my favorite student now”.

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Juju x volleyball player

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ღ- she wasn't very social when you first met her but she warms up to you be she likes the way you can make her laugh and pull her out of her comfort zone.

ღ- she made the first move by taking the friendly flirting seriously be she's not gonna shy away from something she wants.

ღ- she's very competitive so yk she has to win all her mini-games with you. it boosts up her ego every time.

ღ- after you taught her some pointers on how to serve she's been teaching you how to ball.

ღ- she likes to practice doing a bun with your hair before your plays or practices be she's gotta learn how to perfect her own bun somehow.

ღ- she likes to help you tape your fingers before practice be it gives her a little bit more time with you.

ღ- she lovesss to bother you so you gotta know how to stand your ground when she comes at you be she likes to argue and start stuff. plus she's hella sassy and she's always going to out sassing you.

ღ- you'll know when she's mad or something is up be she's gonna get hella nonchalant and strict.

ღ- you have to be really hard on her when she gets hurt or injured bc she doesn't know how to take care of herself. yet she can take care of you so well when your injured or hurt.

ღ- she loves it when you tag along with her and her family during the breaks.

ღ- her voice gets soft when she talks about you or when anyone brings you up.

ღ- when the two of you are around family and friends she can be all lovey dovey she wants, but your relationship with her is not known to the public so she has to be hella nonchalant about the dating topic when it comes up.

ღ- the reason why your relationship is not public is because you two don't want it to take away from your passions. i mean if people do a little deep research then they'll know to put two and two together and figure out your dating. she masks this fact by saying you two are best friends.

ღ- if you wear glasses she always carries a backup eye lenses for you in her bag in case something happens to the current pair when you're playing or practicing.

ღ- just sitting in her car in a parking lot listening to music. since you both have a curfew you can't be out late for late night car drives; soaking up each other's energy. she barely lets you touch the aux tho.

ღ- she will always open the door for you even after an argument or whatever. you're definitely her passenger princess; you have you're side decorated and all.

ღ- you're an outside hitter so you're pretty tall 5'10" with long legs so you're not that much shorter than her. so you love sharing clothes with her. matching sweats and lowkey matching outfits. also matching bracelets or other jewelry. she loves going shopping with you when she can.

ღ- whenever the basketball court is being changed for volleyball practice, she tries to stay and talk to you but gets kicked out most of the time.

ღ- she doesn't bother asking you were her hoodies are be she'll find them in your closet or somewhere in your dorm later.

ღ- your communication with her is really good. since both of you are student athletes you can't really see her every day when it gets super busy for you both, so you'll try to send her a few texts here and there throughout the day and she really appreciate this. same when you two are in away games, you'll try to ft to say goodnight if y'all can.

ღ- she loves laying on your chest when she takes a nap or the other way around. you love to write letters on her back with your finger when she's asleep.

ღ- when she gets excited or when she's laughing she likes to grab onto you and jump up and down or hits you.

ღ- she slept through the professors lecture and you guys had an open note quiz after, so she asked for your notes and after that you guys kicked it off. that is how you two met.

ღ- she loves to randomly stare at you and she's so oblivious sometimes when it happens. even her teammates say it's one of her biggest habits and tell her to stop it.

ღ- she don't play about you. she be ready to tussle when she's at your games and the other team's fans are talking shit about you. she can be obsessive and overprotective.

ღ- while celebrating you ending the game with a back row attack, one of your teammates is accidentally too touchy with you and she gets hella jealous. her jaw clenched glaring at whoever touched you. her glares are so lethal your teammate asks you "does juju hate me?"

ღ- you love it when she gets jealous bc there's nothing she needs to be jealous about; your all hers.

ღ- definitely calls the stuffed animals or plushies she gets you "our children."

ღ- she's a tomboy but whenever you want to dress up she lets you go all out with hair, makeup, and all.

ღ- she uses her face to get what she wants from you all the time since she knows you love her pretty face.

ღ- my pretty girl ju is your nickname for her and she won't admit that she likes it but she always responds to it.

ღ- loves it when you kiss her mole under her lips and when you play with her ears.

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

ღ- very blunt and straightforward, but will say some very explicit things with a straight face and act like nothing happened afterward, which can be quite surprising to you every time it happens.

ღ- soft dom definitely.

ღ- likes to record you moaning and loves it when you send her videos with the sound on; she loves to listen to it like it's music to her ears. so don't ask her "what are you listening to?" bc it's different every time. it’s either music or you moaning.

ღ- has a sex playlist. (the song girl you loud by chris brown ft tyga is definitely on it top song fr).

ღ- she has a big thing on eye fucking you. (god her eyes are so pretty).

ღ- she loves to hold eye contact with you while eating you out.

ღ- even tho things are private she loves to sloppy kiss you anywhere be she gets a thrill out of almost being caught. she gets all cocky with that damn smirk on her face.

ღ- very touchy. hands on your lower back, smoothly moving you around grabbing your waist, having her arm around your shoulders and groping you through your clothing.

ღ- loves teasing 100% (you can't convince me she doesn't). "you like that baby? I know you do, you like anything I do to you."

ღ- since you're used to wearing shorts most of the time she loves it when you wear them around her. she gets hella touchy; grabbing your ass and roaming your body with her hands.

ღ- sends you dirty text messages about your volleyball uniform whenever you're practicing talking about how your ass jiggles every time you jump etc.

ღ- one hand on the stirring wheel other hand touching your thigh, running it up and down your thigh which always leads to car sex.

ღ- nothing gets her more turned on then when you grab her chin and make her look at you. like when your talking to her and she's not paying attention, just grab her face.

ღ- she cries while fucking you, be you're so good for her. (not elaborating).

ღ- when she's fucking you with her strap she loves it when you ride her; your titties all over her face and she can kiss your pretty face. also loves tribb-

ღ- she loves to be praised so she'll ask you "do you like that baby?" or "did i do good baby?" plus she has an obedience thing so when you tell her to do things and it can be something simple like "sit" she'll say "yes ma'am" every time.

ღ- she has a thing for hickeys but she can't really act on it be you two can't keep using makeup to cover it up if you both are going to sweat it off later.

ღ- you definitely leave hickeys all over her inner thighs (her thighs are so thick yall...) the first time you guys were intimate you left scratch marks on her back and she didn't even realize she had them until india pulled her to the side and told her.

fuck all that nonchalant shit she's really a lover girl, but let me shut up before i start yapping even more bc i didn't even mean to write all this... and i don't even know anything about volleyball shhhhhh.

[longlivejemily]

After Office Hours p.2

Read Part 1 here!

Pairing: Professor!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader continues to receive more extra credit at office hours with Professor Reid.

WC: 2.5k

Warning: Student/teacher relationship, slight sub/dom dynamics, semi-public sex, fingering (f receiving), hair pulling (f receiving), use of “baby,” “little girl,” and y/n. plz let me know if I’m missing any!

You spent 3 days with Dr. Reid being the only thing on your mind. Replaying Thursday night over and over and over. It was the last thing you thought of when you fell asleep, and the first thing you thought of when you woke up. The morning after you planned to study most of the day, so much for that. The image of him underneath you, holding you as you came undone is persistent in staying at the front of your mind. You spent at least an hour and a half zoned out imagining all the ways next week's office hours could go. Don’t show up before 7. What did he mean by that? What’s going to happen after office hours this week? 

Your criminology class is the only one you have on Mondays. You spent most of the day getting ready for his lecture. You took that time to pay more attention to your hair, makeup, and outfit. Taking one last look in the mirror before you left, you questioned if you did too much. Curled hair, winged liner, and so much jewelry to the point that you’re sparkling. At the last minute, you brush out your curls. Deciding to trade these fresh barrel curls for a light wave that will be easy to toss over your shoulder. You take off some of the jewelry, this is your criminology class, not a red carpet. 

With every step closer to his door, your anxiety grows. You sit in your normal seat, the third row back in the center. When he walks in, he glances towards you for just a second, and that is the only time he acknowledges you all day. 

You are more distracted than ever before in his class. 4 days ago he was still an object of your fantasies. Now you know how his hands feel on your body, how his voice sounds as he talks you through your orgasm. He talks with his hands when he lectures, you’ve never hated it until today.

All day you were falling behind in your notes. At one point he misspelled on the chalkboard and wiped away his mistake with his pointer and middle finger. Imagining those two fingers inside you had you lost in your dreams for at least 5 minutes. You regained consciousness and were focused on the material for all of 45 seconds when he decided to sit on his desk. Your eyes were laser-focused on his crotch while he subtly man-spread. Is he doing these things just to fuck with you? It was hard to say, he never made eye contact. As he would scan the room his eyes would skip yours. 

Was he trying to hide his attraction? Maybe if he didn’t look at you nothing ever happened? You felt a fire in the pit of your stomach. Not sexual tension, something else. Jealousy? You noticed his eyes linger on the front row which was all girls just auditing. They were there oogle at your professor for 3 hours a week and then had the audacity to come to office hours. Because they were auditing, their questions weren’t about the class and criminology, but about his social life and where he spends his free time. Hoping to get a glance at the professor when he wasn’t in teaching mode. 

You never liked those girls, they were distracting, and couldn’t care less about criminology or profiling. But now, you hate them. You want his glances at them to be towards you instead. You want to giggle at his jokes and have his eyes meet yours with a smile. How did one hour with him make you so possessive?

“That’s all for today, class. We’ll pick up where we left off on Wednesday. Please read chapters 12 and 13 in preparation.” As soon as he uttered that last word, you were out of there.

–

Your Wednesday class with Dr. Reid went the same as the class before. He simply ignored you. In hopes of getting his attention, you wore the same thing to class as you did during office hours last week. You arrive at class before him and when he walks in and sees you, he pauses for a moment, sucks in a breath, and continues his walk to his desk. Thanks to him you weren’t the only one with profiling skills. You noticed the slight change in his step and knew you had him hooked. Too bad he's not hooked enough that he still ignored you for all of class. Every time you raised your hand to answer a question he called on someone else. You’ve always been a jealous person, but this is something else. Possession, obsession, you needed to make him yours. This ‘game’ he was playing was getting really annoying.

–

You were an anxious mess for most of Thursday. You didn’t absorb any knowledge from your classes and skipped your study sessions with some classmates due to your zombie-like behavior. Not a zombie focused on brains, but Professor Reid. You even skipped your stats class due to worries that you would get out even later and miss your office hours with Dr. Reid. 

You traded your usual mini skirts for a knee-length one, which is more comfortable for your lack of underwear. You’re wearing thigh-high stockings with Mary Jane’s and a chunky sweater. Under the sweater, you have an extremely thin lace bra. You shaved your entire body this morning to get ready for him. Your makeup is gorgeous but mild, and completely waterproof. You have no idea how tonight is going to go, got to be prepared!

The click of your heels down the hallway and the blood rushing in your ears are the only things you can hear on the walk to Dr. Reid’s office. You take a deep breath to ground yourself before you turn the corner of his hallway. It’s 7:05 and you hang out for a few moments outside his door. You pretend to read a plaque on the wall that lists the prominent people to have come out of your university. You are trying to look busy in case another student exits his office. After 5 minutes of reading the names of old white men, you get the courage to knock on his door. You only have to wait a few moments after knocking for him to appear in front of you. Your neck snaps up to meet his eyes as a shy smile appears on both of your faces. “Y/N! Thank you for coming to office hours, welcome.” He steps to the side letting you enter, locking the door behind him just as last time. 

Hearing the click of the lock sends heat straight to your core. You have to resist the urge to climb him like a tree. Instead, you both sit across from each other, the desk and thick air of sexual tension the only thing between you. You are having deja vu from last week as he asks, “What can I do for you?” Earth-shattering rough sex would be just fine, you think to yourself. “Yeah I do have a question about class this week, were you having fun teasing me?” He licks his lips and avoids eye contact. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He says with a gulp.

 “Oh fess up professor.” You say while standing and walking over to the other side of his desk. You sit atop it facing him while keeping your ankles crossed. You don’t want to tip him off about your lack of underwear just yet. You flash a smile at him while touching his knee with the side of your foot. “Okay,” he says with a sigh. “I wasn’t teasing you. Not on purpose, at least. I felt that if I acknowledged you, for some reason everyone would know about us.” You blush at his last syllable as he continues. “This job is very important to me, it gives me purpose. But also I can’t get you out of my head. I was afraid of my glances lingering too long and tipping someone off. I traded my glances at you for glances at the auditors in the front row. I was looking at them, but only thinking about you.”

You smirk at the subtle shade he throws at the girls who are paying to look at him twice a week. “Less talking about the girls in the front row, let's move forward with how I can gain some extra credit.” You say while uncrossing your ankles. He is immediately peaking underneath your skirt. He starts to blush when he meets your eyes and knows he's been caught. “Dr Reid you don’t have to sneak a peak, just ask,” you say in a seductive tone while slowly spreading your legs. He slightly rolls his chair back to get a better view. He sees something shiny between your thighs. It takes a moment for him to realize that it's your slick catching the low light in his office. When he realises you skipped on underwear he grunts and stands up. He stands in between your spread thighs and puts his strong hands on your waist. “No underwear huh?” You blush and look away. 

He takes a hand and grabs your chin to look up at him. “You’re brave walking around campus like that.” “What can I say? You’re worth the risk.” Those suggestive words make Spencer lose all of his control. He grips your face with both of his hands and kisses you with fervor and passion. You kiss him back with the pent-up feelings you’ve been having all semester. You’ve never been kissed like this, it’s like he wants to swallow you whole. His tongue is tasting all of you like a man starved. When you pull back for air he doesn’t stop, just lowers his head and continues his assault on your neck. Sucking on your pulse point causes you to let out a moan, and he moans back. 

His eyes meet yours and he eagerly says, “Can I touch you?” “Please.” His lips find your neck again and he wastes no time putting his fingers to your clit. You moan immediately and he catches your mouth with his. He whispers against your lips, “Shh baby can’t have anyone hearing you. Gotta be quiet for me.” You nod eagerly and he continues devouring your neck. You have always had a fascination with his hands; feeling them against your most sensitive spot is quite literally a dream come true.

You pull him back up from your neck and connect your lips once again. You can’t get enough of him. His tongue dances with yours naturally, like muscle memory. As he draws shapes over your nerves your mind goes blank with bliss. Dr. Reid is taking up all of your senses. It’s as though he’s all you’ve ever known. You could die right now and be okay with it. 

You start to feel that familiar heat in your abdomen, feeling shocked at how quickly he got you here. A man has never been this successful with you before. Dr. Reid plunges two fingers inside of you unexpectedly, and you moan loudly into his mouth. He pauses his movements to whisper, “Be quiet little girl I’m not gonna tell you again.” It’s so hard to stay quiet with his beautiful hands in you and his perfect lips on you. If his fingers feel this good you can’t imagine how good his dick is going to feel. The way he’s slamming his fingers into you has tears of joy pricking at the corners of your eyes. You’re gripping the edge of his desk tight as if this moment will disappear when you let go. 

As his long fingers fill you up just right, his palm meets your clit in a delicious way. “Oh god doctor don’t stop” you instinctively moan. “Never baby, this is -oh- all for you.” He’s getting off by just providing you pleasure, you wonder how well this will benefit you in the future. His free hand grabs a handful of hair and pulls your head back. “Is this what you wanted little girl? Gave a ruse of extra credit just so I could fuck you with my hand?” You’re too drunk on him to form a coherent response, a string of moans pours out of your mouth instead. “I thought you were a smart girl huh? did I fuck you stupid?” No response, just a breathy moan. 

He feels your pussy tightening on him, “Oh my god Dr. Reid.” “Come for me, baby.” He starts kissing you again as you come. You truly thought this could only happen in your dreams. Making out with Dr. Reid while he finger-fucks you and you’re cumming all over his hands. Your vision goes white and you feel your soul rise out of your body. This is the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When you come back to earth, Dr. Reid's hand is still in your pussy and he is still kissing you. Your lips are barely moving at this point but he doesn’t care, he just wants to keep tasing you. 

You pull back from him and look at him amazed. He looks back at you concerned but then you just smile. You see him start to relax. “You okay?” “More than okay,” you say with a giggle. “Thank you, professor. That was truly educational.” “Oh yeah? What’d you learn?” “How your hands feel when they’re inside of me. It was even better than I hoped.” He smiles and gives you a quick kiss and grabs both of your hands. “Can you stand?” As you slide off his desk your knees buckle a little but the Doctor catches you and helps you stand up straight. “Sorry, I thought I’d fully recovered.” “Are you going to be okay getting home, y/n?” “Yeah, my apartment is only like a 10-minute walk.” 

“A ten-minute walk for someone your age is about half a mile! Please let me take you home.” “It’s okay Dr. Reid it’s a safe campus and I’m always aware of my surroundings.” “I don’t know it’s kind of late.” “I do this walk all the time when it’s dark. I’ll let my roommates know I’m coming home and to watch my location. I’ll be okay I promise.” He raises an eyebrow at you. He steps away from you for the first time since you got here to dig through his desk drawer. He pulls out sticky notes and a pen and jots something down quickly. “This is my cell phone number. Please text me once you’re home.” 

You are screaming on the inside when you grab the paper from him and your fingertips brush. Dr. Reids phone number!!! No way this is actually happening. You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder before you say goodbye. “Thank you, Dr. Reid. This was fun.” “It’s always a pleasure Ms. y/l/n. Same time next week?” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You smile, turn away from him, and walk out the door. 

a/n: thank you all so much for your support on this story! It means so much to me and makes me want to continue writing. Sorry this took so long, I had so many ideas it was hard to decide on which way to go with this story. Please keep liking and sharing and I would love more ideas!

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[requiemofthewinds]

SENSITIVE | BOOTHILL , ANAXA , SUNDAY X M!READER

⊹ 𓂃 1.0k words : top.dom!reader + bot.sub!characters

thank you all for 100 followers! it truly means a lot to me, i didn’t really think this little project to get back into writing was gonna go anywhere. but here we are i guess, fucking fictional characters because we can. i also apologize in advance, this isn't my best writing as i'm still getting out of the flow of school, and i'm still not the best at smut... anyways enjoy making hot men moaning in writing, and we'll be back to tooth rotting fluff soon enough <3

on today's roster we have:

- boothill wireplay

- anaxa’s chest hole thingy

- sunday’s wings

BOOTHILL | WIRES

Boothill doesn’t let anyone touch his wires. But maybe you’re the exception. He doesn’t keep any of them physically visible, but he occasionally has to let you open the port on his lower back for maintenance. He always gets really squirrelly whenever you’re poking around in there– and you thought it was because he was worried you’d mess something up, but he always says he trusts you with everything. So why…?

aAAh–mmmgh–! D-darlin’, don’t touch that.

Oh. That’s why. 

That’s a place you’ve never touched, apparently. But you like how he reacted. Really like it. It wouldn’t hurt if you just… did it again? You reach back into the port, the small grooves of your fingertips brushing against the wires again. 

What, like this? 

Fuck, fuck-! Ah! 

His whole body lurches forward, trying to get away from your touch, the sensations overwhelming his circuit board. You grab a bunch of the wires and pull back, forcing him back towards you. In hindsight, it wasn’t safe in the slightest to pull at his wires like that, but that’s a problem for you in the future. His mechanical limbs creak to a stop before flying back towards you, and your arm snakes around the front of his waist, holding him in place. You hold one wire in your hand, and fidget with it, your fingers brushing up and down the insulation.

What’s wrong, cowboy? Something wrong?

Plea––mhf, hnngh- s-sensitive-!

Hm. You seem like you’re enjoying it though, no? You look so pretty like this.

His whole body goes lax at the praise, and his head drops back onto your shoulder as his eyes roll back into his head, his mouth hung open in a silent scream as you tug at the wire again.

Maybe he won’t dread maintenance day anymore.

ANAXA | VOID 

You’ve always been fascinated with your professor. Honestly, there’s a lot of parts to it, but there’s one thing that always keeps you distracted during class, keeps you up at night, hands working tirelessly under the covers. That void.

That damn fucking void.

You have no clue as to what it is, but all you know is you want to touch it. That’s probably not how you should be thinking about your professor, but it is. Anaxagoras does things to you that will (hopefully) never leave the confines of your mind, but he has a way of just knowing. He always knows. 

Excuse me, sir. But class is over, which usually entails that the students are not still here. 

Oh. Uh, shit. Sorry, professor. Just… lost in thought. 

Hm. Credit for your thoughts?

No sir.

Pardon?

It’s… not really appropriate.

As is any growing pupil’s mind.

Ah. Um, what is it? Your… um…

You stare directly at the void, almost hypnotized by its seemingly never-ending expanse inside of his chest. And what scares you is that you can swear that it stares back. What does it feel like? Is it soft? Liquidy? Would it suck you in? Spit you out? Fuck, is he getting closer? Your hand hovers over the opening, but what surprises you is that he doesn’t stop you. He doesn’t step back, doesn’t grab your wrist, doesn’t push your hand away, doesn’t even say anything. So, you reach. Your pointer finger dips into the abyss, and your gaze juts towards him as he braces himself on the edge of your desk. His head droops like a willow, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate. His breathing grows more rigid, and out of pure ecstasy, he does grab your wrist. Except, he pushes it deeper. It’s wet. Soft, pliable, shifts around and rearranges the stars around your fingers. You curl your finger, and he all but moans, his head dropping back into the air.

Oh, Aeons. Ahhh, sshit. S-sensitive.

And thus, your curiosity has been fulfilled. Although, there’s so much more you could put in there…

SUNDAY | FEATHERS

Nngh– dove, please–!

Please what, birdie?

You slide in and out of him, his folds sucking you into him as you rearrange his insides. 

Please, please, I n-need more. Dove, p-please. 

His wings tremble around him, the feathers quivering around his face, trying to hide his eyes. You pull his wings away, gentle but firm. He whimpers and tilts his head back as his back arches up for his stomach to meet yours. He surrenders, bending and tucking them back behind his ears. You rarely ever touch his wings, but you’re the only one he lets even brush against them. They’re sensitive normally, but when he’s in heat, oh fuck does he go wild when you touch them. 

Don’t hide, birdie. Let me see you. 

Please, ‘s so much, please touch them more.

Your wish is my command.

As he asked, your hands make contact with as much of his feathers as you possibly can, and his body lights up like wildfire. He cries out, and his whole body screams with him as he squirts around you. His wings quiver around his body, and it’s like a jolt of delight shoots up his spine, sending his body up towards you. He practically jumps into your arms, and his legs; already wrapped around your waist, constricts around your body like a vice. Your arms wrap around his back, and you slowly rub his back. 

Breathe birdie, breathe. ‘M right here. Take a rest.

Y-you didn’t cum though…

It doesn’t matter. I’m happy you felt good. 

I love you, dove.

I love you too, birdie.

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[gyaruwrites]

Bracelet Making

⚠️Warnings⚠️, some characters may be ooc bc I might not understand their characters properly. Pls correct me if I misspell something or a sentence doesn’t make sense!!

Gn!reader x housewardens (separately)

prompt: Yuu making a cutesy little bracelet for their crush

Riddle:

jeez.. why did you have to fall for the ‘rose red tyrant’. It wasn’t even before the young fellow had met Rosehearts, it was AFTER the whole overblot. Yuu had always had a bad taste for men, but something about the way Riddle changed for the better and is still trying sparked an interest in the young student.

“would you like this bracelet I made?”

Yuu looked at the mirror and cringed at their stance and patted their cheeks and sputtered. Looking back at the shaggy worn down mirror,

“no no.. i made a bracelet for you, here you go”

Yuu stopped smiling and groaned at the reflection of their stupid nervous smile waving back at them. How were they going to do this?? Yuu did spend the entire night before to make a bracelet for the housewarden, why wuss out now of all times? But alas their nerves made them doubt themselves,

”okay.. i got this.”

Yuu encouraged themselves as they narrowed their eyes in determination to get the bracelet on that short boys wrist. (And to possibly get affection points)

“I made bracelets last night, thought you’d like it”

Yuu then smiled victoriously at the words and fist pumped the air and let out a sound of relief. Finally, they had the perfect prompt and it didn’t sound like crap! Maybe they got this in the bag after all.

———

Later on into the morning, Yuu was sitting in their history class, surprisingly earlier than Riddle, which was a surprise to even the professor. Riddle walked in, books in hand and a neutral face on as he sat in front of Yuu’s designated desk. Yuu’s eyes watching his rather petite figure sit down. Their lips twitching into a soft smile as they zone out most of the class. Until Trein got their attention with a simple question directed at them,,

“Yuu. When was the chess war situated? The year only.”

Yuu’s mind snapped back and looked up at the teacher with widened eyes as they looked at the board and notes for any context clues. Before guessing randomly, An answer flowing out of their mouth before they could stop.

“1675..?”

Trein looked at them with a quirked up eyebrow and frowned lightly, his old sleek pointer stick snapping to the board and his voice projecting loudly so all could hear.

“close, but it was 1672. Maybe if you paid attention instead of gawking at someone you admire.”

As eyes looked at the squirming student, some giggling, but most not paying attention. Well one person was paying attention to Yuu’s face, a small sympathetic eye caught theirs. Yuu quickly feeling their cheeks heat up, looking away in haste.

Shortly after class ended, Yuu was walking out of class. Bag zipped slightly opened as they just wanted to get out of that class and sink into the ground. Riddles pale cold hand touched their shoulder as he looked at them with a concerned expression.

“Are you quite alright, Yuu? You seemed flustered,”

His voice came out with a smooth yet light tune that grazed their burning hot ears. Yuu can’t let him know- but they don’t want to wait till after lunch to give it to him-! Oh fuck it.

“yeah, I’m okay, just teachers doing their job”

Yuu chuckled nervously, hands fiddling with the sleeve of the worn down uniform. Pockets having forming holes and worn fabric with the out of date stitching. Quickly looking up at riddle and pulling out a small black, red, and white bracelet, plastic pearls surrounding the red rose. Shoving it into his hands.

“Here- I made it for you, hope you like it-!”

Yuu then quickly turned on their heels and quickly walked to the next class they had to go to next, leaving behind a red cheeked-stunned Riddle Rosehearts looking at the bracelet made just for him.

Leona:

The sun shining down onto the crisp fall air was a stress reliever for Yuu. The first thing they did when waking up was to immediately start getting dressed up, cleaning themselves up better than usual. As the cool air wrapped around Yuu’s body, they shivered softly and made their way to the botanical garden. Taking one step into the glass building, Yuu took in the smell of the earthy scent. Smiling at the comfort of the sun shining through the glass walls in an aesthetically pleasurable atmosphere.

Walking to the usual spot where Leona usually napped at, Yuu almost met the doom of stepping on his tail yet again. Luckily, stopping themselves before stepping on the grouchy cat’s tail. Leona’s ear twitching as he slowly opened his eyes, glaring at the person standing to his side.

“what do you want Herbivore?”

He spoke in a low grumble as his eyes closed again. Tail twitching as Yuu sat down next to him and mischievously smiled at him. Biting their cheek as they gently poked the lion.

“cmon, just wanted to give the little grouchy house cat something”

Leona’s eyes then opened and sharply raised an eyebrow at the cocky herbivore. Smirking and sitting up and resting most of his weight in his left arm.

“really? You sure know how to peak someone’s interest”

Yuu grinned back at the teasing lion and playfully puffed out their chest, pointing their thumb at the center. Leona chuckling at the dramatic expression that was displayed in front of him.

“yeah i think you’d like it, maybe it’s catchy enough to keep your attention, kitty”

Teasing still, Yuu looked at Leona with a confident expression, though deep inside they died at the cringy pet name. Leona just scoffing at the exaggerated words and swatted Yuu’s hand that was on their chest. Yuu gasping in mock offense,

“Rude.”

Yuu said as they swat Leona back, Leona getting annoyed with the playful persona they had put on.

‘What is with them today? They look nicer too- what? Why did I just think of that?’

Leona shook off the weird feeling and looked up at the grinning Yuu. Cheeks feeling warm and fuzzy as Yuu continued to talk and yammer on about giving Leona something.

“well you gonna give it to me or keep on yapping about it?”

Leona lazily yawned as he looked on to the luscious greenery surrounding them. Eyes catching the blushing figure next to his side, suddenly now too flustered to speak. Hands clutching onto something in their pockets, eyes finding his then getting lost in the background.

“you alright prefect?”

Yuu then looked up and smiled, head nodding up and down. Soon after their hands grabbed the item in the worn down fabric and took it out, revealing a bracelet!

“I made you one- I also made Grim one too!”

Yuu muttered too save embarrassment from being to obvious with their feelings. The bracelet yellow and complimenting browns and white chunky clay beads, a little golden lion charm in the middle.

The silence was loud and clear as Leona stared at the bracelet in the prefects hands, ear flicking in interest. Looking up with piercing green eyes, a grin forming onto his face.

“thanks herbivore”

The lions increasingly cocky smugness as Yuu nodded, yet as soon as they left, Leona’s heart could not stop beating and pounding against his chiseled chest! Why do you have this effect on him?

ˋˏ [] ˎˊ

Azul

Walking into the underwater like dorm was breathtaking, even after you have done it multiple times. The fishes swam around, the pale blue and white fishes catch your curious eye. Now that you think about it, the only time you come into the Monstro lounge there is always a problem arising. But you’ve grown accustomed to the chaotic nature.

The leech twins were rather funny and the dorm leader.. oh he was something alright. See, it’s a not so secret thing that you have a crush on the dorm leader. But everyone seems to either catch on or have suspicions that you like the octopus. But he never catches on for some odd reason, it’s like he refuses to believe you’d actually like him.

Which is weird because you are a magic-less human that hold no status, rather than being Grim’s friend. But alas you have managed to avoid giving him the bracelet for the entire week. You only came to the Monstro lounge because your friends grew tired of your excuses and whining

You notice the twins had saw you when you walked in because they started to walk towards you. Well, Floyd abandoned his duty while Jade finished his, following shortly after. “Wahh, whatcha doing here shrimpy?” Floyd began, his mismatched eyes going to Jade’s. Jade’s sly yet polite smile turned into one of amusement.

“Azul is just in his office.” Jade chuckled and started to walk towards Azul’s office, you following shortly after his long strides. Floyd letting out a raspy chuckle as he draped himself across your shoulders.

“Azul, you have a special guest..”

Jade slyly remarked as he opened the door for you to step in. Floyd following in step, your slightly flushed face showed you were embarrassed about something. But Azul’s light purple blush was quite a sight to gaze upon. His hands pushing a new golden contract to the side as he smiled his usual businessman smile.

“Go finish your shift. Both of you.”

Azul says with a smooth voice, his beautiful eyes now looking into yours. His smile still plastered to his beautiful face. Hands intertwined with each other as he continued to speak.

“What brings me the pleasure of seeing you?”

He starts, but before he could finish, you quickly slam a small cardboard box onto his desk. Azul jumped slightly at the sudden action, but taking the box and opening the lid. Seeing the clear baby blue beads paired with the silver coral charm dangling from the bracelet caused a even greater and stronger blush to make its way to his face.

“It’s for you, if thought you’d like it..”

You spoke in a small voice. As you quickly turn to leave the office, a small voice in the back of your head telling you to stay and await his response. But your feet continue to walk away, leaving behind a rather flustered housewarden and two snickering twins behind. Yet all Azul could think about is when he could repay you for your kindness.

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Kalim

It’s was not really a surprise when you started to like Kalim. Everyone saw it coming eventually. The way Kalim would always make sure you had clothes and ate 3 times a day. It was a kindness that was rare in NRC. So when you told your friend group (the first years), they had to act surprised.

Though, the thought of dating him seemed impossible, thinking he had to marry someone who had social and political status. But Kalim could bend a few rules to be with the one he truly wanted. So when you decided to accept his invitation to his dorm party, he was rather ecstatic. The only thing you focused on that entire afternoon leading to the party was getting the beads and charms just right. If it was cute or cool, it would make up for the fact that it wasn’t pure gold, right..?

Walking up to the door, the music loud enough to be heard two doors down. Your nerves making you slightly sweaty in the palms as you opened the door. Catching the attention of a very cheerful young man. Kalim in his element. The music, red and gold decorating his sun kissed skin, matching his ruby eyes with a bright smile.

“Oh Prefect! I’m so happy you’re here!”

He immediately hugs you, eyes closed as he slings his arms around your shoulders. He’s just too excited to not have some sort of physical contact with you. After a short while of close contact, Kalim pulled away, cheeks dusted with a shade of red.

“Glad to be here, is Jamil cooking tonight?”

You ask a rather obvious question to the short boy, trying to start some small talk to make interacting less awkward. Your e/c eyes averting eye contact as an arm wraps around yours. A jolly Kalim dragging you along with him. A beaming smile on that never seemed to fade.

“Of course! Wouldn’t be a party without his yummy food!”

He exclaimed with awe spreading across his round face. White teeth shining in the gold shimmer of the decorations. A hard thump beat against your ribcage, like it was trying to claw its way out of your body. It was hard to not get flustered by his cute demeanor. Everything about him was perfect and charming.

As the two of you sit down at the cozy table, food was set in-front of you. Marinated beef, curry, and many more dishes were prepared for the crowd to eat. A gluttons wet dream really. As Kalim served you with more than enough food, you clutched the small piece of jewelry in your pocket. Now to give it to him later.

As the night wore on, Kalim insisted to use his magic carpet to drop you off. Only barely sneaking past a suspicious Jamil, you two were soaring through the warm airs of Scarabia. The mellow atmosphere consumed the both of you, light chatter and laughter filled the wind. The conversation came to an end soon enough, finding yourself at the entrance gates of Ramshackle.

“Uhm, Kalim?”

“Yes, prefect?”

Kalim beamed back as he looked expectantly at your shrinking figure. If giving him things was this hard, how would it be confessing to him?! Let’s save that mess for another day.. that’s future you problems.

“I made you something, thought you’d like it..”

You muttered with averted eyes, hands holding out a clay beaded bracelet that contained red-browns, mellow yellow, and gold charms. A rather eye catching piece of jewelry if you’d ask him yourself.

“It’s not much, but I’d thought you’d like it.”

It was rather silent, a twig snapping heard in the distance. But Kalim’s smile only seamed to grow wider and brighter. A sudden hug found itself to wrap around you.

“oh prefect, I love it!”

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Vil

The regal man was a hard one to impress. So when you found yourself crushing on the beautiful man, you knew you had no chance at even talking with him. But that soon changed after the VDC competition, turns out he cared for your well being in the unstable house. After the whole situation with Idia, you found yourself talking with Vil more and more. He, in return, would often give you healthy advice and new clothes from fans that he didn’t need. He was a nice guy after getting to know him, honest!

So when Epel walked you to the Pomefiore dorm, complaining about how he would rather die than have you come in and date his housewarden. But he still begrudgingly led you to Vils room, a light knock was enough to have a regal looking man at the door in seconds.

“what do you need potatoes? I’m about to start my night routine.”

He said bluntly as he took a step back to let the two in, but only you stepped in. Causing Vils carefully crafted eyebrow to quirk up suspicion. But as you smiled nervously and presented a small royal purple box to him he smiled lightly.

“for me, I presume?”

the way you nod your head has him rather curious, smooth hands taking the box from your gentle hold. Lifting the lid off of the box, a rather pretty bracelet presented to Vils eyes. The clear dark purple beads paired with the silver charms that decorated the metal wiring. As if sensing your need for his approval, he looked up with a smile.

“handy work, prefect. I appreciate this gift.”

He took notice to the way you immediately brightened at his approval. Eyes twinkled with a little light of hope for his love. A smile making its way to your face, hands clasping each other.

“Really? Oh I’m so glad..”

You muttered, mostly to yourself, but he heard. Smile twitching, as if he had to contain himself from a sudden wave of affection. His eyes finding yours, then to his wrist as he slipped the piece of jewelry on.

“I’ll have to repay you someday, prefect.”

he promised to himself as he took off the bracelet, putting it on his bedside table. His hand rubbing against the place where the bracelet had once rested, a very faint blush of pink could be seen on his smooth cheeks.

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Idia

Wow.. what a pick! Certainly a unique experience to have..(jk I love him). The only way that you will see this man outside of his room is either because, A: he was forced to, or B: you hang out with him, occasionally. So when you told your friends, they were absolutely appalled. Especially if your crush formed after book 6, they will judge you. HARD.

As you walk to your class with a light pep in your step, you stumble across Idia. His hair blue and glowing as he navigates the hallways to get to his class that he shared with you. You’re the only reason he came to this class today, because you and him were going to get lunch together today!

“Idia! Wait up, let’s walk together.”

You say loud enough for him to hear, jogging to catch up with his long strides. Hands holding the cold beaded bracelet in your pocket. But you quickly snap out of a daze as he smiles down at you ever so slightly. His eyes immediately looking forward as you glance at him yourself.

The two of you enter the classroom, you sit next to each other as the lesson begins. The history lesson drones on, eyes closing from the new found tiredness. But a tap on your shoulder awoken you from your sleep. Idia stood there with a nervous expression, seeing that you were finally awake.

“Wanna go skip lunch? I have food there..”

You nod happily, Grim is with the others, he’ll be fine, right? You could only hope you don’t get called to the office about Grim once more. As you continue to walk with Idia, you find yourself at the ignihyde dorm already. Eyes scanning the blue hues and rather tech dependent devices.

Finally making your way towards Idias dorm, you see him twiddle his thumbs. A slight heat making its way to his face as his chest felt his heart beat so fast it’s almost concerning. Stepping into the room, the cool air conditioning caresses your face.

“It’s really nice in here, Ramshackle usually gets really hot in the afternoon.”

You ramble as Idia opens a little mini fridge and grabs two waters and your favorite snack. You swear you could see the tips of his hair turn a pinkish shade. A little smile on his cold, blue lips was present.

“Major bummer.”

He replied with a small chuckle at his word choice. You also let out a small laugh, eyes looking over to his hunched over figure when he sat down to turn on his PC. The game noises low but loud enough for you to hear. It was a fighting game that was rather popular at the moment.

“OUH! That game is so fun to play!”

Idia nodded and smoothly moved his fingers across the controller and beat the first monster with ease. It almost felt as if he could beat any game without breaking a sweat.

“yeah, I’ve played it before, it’s actually pretty easy”

You almost felt embarrassed when he spoke. You struggled to get past the first boss, and he easily won.. You almost forgot about giving his bracelet! As the bell rang, you jumped and fell off of his bed. A small laugh escaping his mouth, and a blazing burn spreading throughout your face.

“HERE! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You shouted and placed the cardboard box next to his gaming table. A wide eyed Idia watched you bolt out of the room from embarrassment. But later on he got the courage to open the box. The box contained a cute candi bracelet that had electric blue and matte black beads. Oh how he could die of happiness right now!!

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Malleus

The soft glow of yellow light buzzed around Malleus, the winter breeze brushing past your hair as you walk towards him. His green eyes flicking towards your walking figure, his black nails looking effortlessly clean. A sharp yet soft grin made its way to his beautiful face.

“Ah, Child of man, how are you doing?”

He questioned as he turned his attention toward you, green eyes almost glowing in the light as the moonlight reflected off of his smooth skin. Dorm uniform pressed and clean as his scent filled your nostrils, hair raven black and combed through. It was rather breathtaking to even glance at him.

“Good, uhm.. I was looking for you today, couldn’t find you though.”

You muttered out, hands clenched together as you stop right in front of him. Nerves flaring as his intimidating gaze was upon you, the regality of his presence was insane! But it wasn’t that he was frightening, it’s just your big fat crush on him doesn’t make it easy to be around him. The stumbling over words, tripping, and blushing was very embarrassing you know!

“Really now? I’m very flattered you’d seek me out.”

He chuckled with his deep voice, hand going up to your hair as he fixed a loose strand. Great seven, he has you in a chokehold! His beautiful orbs looked down at you as he waited for you to continue speaking.

”yeah, but now that I found you, let’s go on a walk together!”

Malleus’ eyes widened in shock before a smile returned to his face. Before nodding with another deep chuckle escaping his throat. His sharp nailed hands pulling back to his own side. You start to squirm ever so slightly at the stare, wondering if you said anything wrong or offensive.

“Of course, the more the merrier, as they say.”

Your face lit up before immediately falling into step alongside with him. Your arms swinging ever so slightly, hands clenched around the cold glass beads. His tall height towering over your smaller body, it felt almost safe to be around him. But nerves made it feel like you were on fire every time you were around him.

Throughout the walk, you saw the trees sway in the wind as the moonlight guided the two of you through the pathway. Hands almost brushing against each other with your heart beating so fast it was almost heard in the cool breeze.

“Oh? We’re back already.”

He said simply, almost disappointedly. But maybe you were just hearing things, it was rather late at night. But before you walked away, you gathered all your courage and strength to gently nudge a small bracelet in his hands. The black glass paired with the emerald green as the string held the cheap materials together. But it was rather thoughtful, or so he thought.

“Child of man, thank you.”

he said after a moment of silence, his cold hands grabbing the bracelet with a softened grin. But all you could think was how to get rid of the burning feeling that creeped up your face.

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A/n: I enjoyed this prompt sm!! 🌺