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sadhours · 2 years ago

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just the two (okay maybe four) of us - part four

By the amazing @buckysgrace and I

content warning: 18+ minors dni, polyamory, Steve being kinda gay, masturbation, p in v, descriptions of ffm threesome

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Days later, Steve’s sitting on the couch with Gina. No one has mentioned that night yet. In fact, he hasn’t really seen Billy or Tommy since. He knows there’s some fraternity and sorority week thing going on so he assumes that’s why Billy hasn’t been at the girls place. Kim doesn’t seem too bothered, in fact she’s been spending her time with him and Gina. And well, Steve likes it. They have junk food for dinner, a couple of drinks and the three of them cuddle up on the couch for a movie. It kind of feels like Kim’s also his girlfriend, except they don’t kiss and Kim sleeps in her own bed. But she sure does snuggle up to him during movies. She fell asleep with her head in Steve’s lap last night and he didn’t realize but he caught himself playing with her hair.

He can’t spend the night tonight, unfortunately. After the movie he has to head home so he can turn in an assignment before midnight. He’d been putting it off for too long and really, he shouldn’t even stay for the movie. But it’s eight and if he times it right, he’ll have two hours when he gets home to finish and turn it in.

Gina gets up when Kim sits down, a bowl of popcorn in her hands. “I’m gonna take a quick shower,” Gina says before leaning down to kiss Steve’s lips and then Kim’s cheek.

Once the shower starts up and Kim’s picked out some random movie, she places the bowl on Steve’s lap and rests her cheek against his bicep.

“Steve?” she asks, looking up at him with her gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Uh, yeah?” he responds, the skin of his neck heating up.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks, softly,

Steve absolutely does. He catches himself staring at her a little too often. Feels guilty about it all the time. Gina and him are serious. Very, very serious. He’s planning on taking her home for the holiday break. Introduce her to his very judgmental parents. He shouldn’t even be looking at other women. He wonders if Kim’s asking this because she’s lonely with Billy being gone all week.

“What?”

Kim sits up, batting her eyelashes as she pouts, “Do you find me attractive?”

He swallows hard, looking back towards the bathroom door. This feels like cheating. This is cheating. He can’t possibly answer this question without upsetting one or the other women. But Kim’s eyes are wide with what Steve thinks is desperation. He thinks about Billy’s question, if he’d been with two girls at once and he had. It wasn’t a great experience. His last girlfriend before Gina asked if he would be okay with a threesome, she picked the girl and then when it got down to the sex, Steve couldn’t touch and only watch. He was dying the whole time and the process took so long by the time he could fuck his ex, his dick wouldn’t work.

“You own a mirror, Kim,” he whispered back, exhaling a laugh.

Kim whines, squeezing his wrist while she gazes up at him. Her freckles are pretty. Like Gina’s but way more pink. And the shade of her red hair against her pale skin is incredibly beautiful. She’s adorable, displaying her frustration, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

He’s lost. He has to answer her, and truthfully. She’s like a goddamn siren.

“Yeah, Kim,” he mumbles, gnawing on his bottom lip, “I think you’re really attractive.”

She smiles, cheeks flushing as she tucks her hair behind her ear, “Thank you. I think you are too.”

What in the fuck did Steve do to deserve this? Is this his karma for that one time he ripped up a parking ticket? Is God punishing him for something? He smiles awkwardly, “Oh… that’s, that’s nice. Thank you.”

He hears the bathroom door open and he stands up abruptly, looking at Gina exasperatedly. She tilts her head and smiles, “Whatcha doing, Stevie?”

“I gotta go,” he grumbles, “I have that programming assignment due at midnight and I really, really need to work on it.”

Gina pouts but steps up to him and wraps her arms around his neck, “Well, fine. I’ll miss you. Spend the night tomorrow?”

He nods, smoothing his hand over her hip, he just noticed she’s only in her bra and panties and Steve might be making a big mistake by leaving. Did the girls plan this? He doesn’t stick around long enough to find out. Kissing Gina deeply as an apology and he’s out the door.

He finishes the assignment and turns it in by 11:30 and decides he’ll go to bed early. But he’s tossing and turning. Can’t sleep, replaying the moment with Kim in his head over and over. He thinks if he jacks off to some porn, he’ll be able to clear his mind. As he’s about to open safari on his phone, he gets an idea and instead, opens Reddit. He immediately opens the search bar and clicks on r/gonewild. Then he sees it.

Kim. Naked. Cum on her tits and stomach. A lustful look in her eyes, there’s a hand around her neck and a thumb between her lips. Must be Billy. He clicks it, eyes scanning the photo up and down as his dick fills out. Holy fuck. There’s a link to their OnlyFans and he clicks it almost immediately. He makes an account, naming it something inconspicuous and pays the fee to unlock photos. He sees the pair in numerous acts, Billy is apparently rather rough with her. Billy’s dick is definitely huge. A grower for sure because it didn’t look that long flaccid. And it’s even thicker if that was possible. Damn him. Fuck Billy. Oh. Oh, Kim has a perfect pussy. And she has pubes. Neatly trimmed. He thinks about how Gina’s always bare. Shaves it completely. He keeps scrolling. Pays for a video titled Daddy blows my back out. It’s as described, Billy pounding into Kim doggystyle.

Steve rubs his cock through his briefs, hating the way his eyes drag over Billy’s sculpted chest and arms. Fuck, he’s fit. Steve glances down at his own chest and arms. He’s scrawny. Well not totally. He’s got some pretty nice biceps but uh, no pecs and definitely no abs. He realizes what he’s doing is pretty gay and brings his eyes to Kim’s blissed out face staring at the camera. Her mouth hangs open while she moans and holy shit? She’s drooling. She’s fucking drooling. Steve’s dick is aching as he rubs against it harder. She’s a total fucking vision, absolutely made for the camera. Billy grabs her hair and pulls her up. He kisses her dirty. Steve’s seen it before, they kiss like that while dry humping on the couch like Steve and Gina aren’t even around.

He pulls his cock out and squeezes the base, watching as Kim’s smaller, perky tits bounce with Billy’s thrusts. Damn. He fucks her hard. Kim probably can’t help but make the sounds she makes.

“Fuck,” Steve hears himself whine out, still gripping the base of his cock firmly. This is wrong, he reminds himself. He’ll see these two in person soon enough, maybe even tomorrow. He shouldn’t watch them fuck without them knowing. Then again, they posted it and he paid. It still feels wrong.

The video ends and Steve’s been edging himself. He’s got to find the perfect one to blow his load to. And maybe it’s wrong and he shouldn’t do this, but he doesn’t give a shit. He’s too blinded by sheer arousal. His dick is pulsing in his fist.

Then he reads it. Bestie joins daddy and I. Fuck. His stomach drops. Gina. It has to be. Who else could it be? He checks the date. It’s over a year old. Before she met Steve. It’s expensive. Thirty fucking dollars. The previous video was ten. But he has to see if it’s her. He buys the video and it opens.

Gina and Kim lay on Kim’s bed, wearing skimpy skirts and tiny tank tops. They’re kissing. Really, really kissing. Filthy, really. Open mouthed, wiggling their tongues together and Gina is feeling up Kim through her tank top. Precum bubbles out of his slit, dripping down the side and over his fingers. His stomach hurts but he’s so hard it’s painful. He has to keep stroking himself. Billy hoists himself up on the bed, cock bouncing as he does so. Gets in between their faces and they both start licking his shaft.

A pathetic whimper leaves Steve’s throat. He didn’t realize his girlfriend could be so pornographic. Their sex life is pretty vanilla. Almost like they’re married, missionary with lots of eye contact. This is a whole new side of his lady. She already looks fucked out, maybe she’s intoxicated. That would explain this. She’s never said anything about fooling around with Kim and Billy.

Kim licks against Billy’s balls and he groans, jerking his hips forward. Gina wraps her lips around his tip and takes him all the way down. Kim sucks one of his balls into her mouth and now Steve’s stroking his cock furiously. He’s so close so he thinks he should look at Billy’s face. It’s contorted in pleasure, tilted slightly back and hint of smile on his lips. Fuck— Steve cums. A lot more than he has in a while. It won’t stop, he strokes himself through it while he whimpers. Eyes glued to Billy’s face the whole time.

Gay. The word floods Steve’s mind as he comes down from his high. Repeats itself as he pauses the video and drops his phone, sitting up and reaching for his t-shirt to clean up his mess. He settles back into bed, mind racing but he’s curious. Presses play on the video and watches it in its entirety. Billy fucks both of them. Has them on top of each other, shoves his dick in Kim’s hole and then pulls out and penetrates Gina’s. It’s fucking hot. Steve’s dick gets hard again and yeah, he cums again. Stroking himself to his girlfriend’s best friend’s boyfriend fucking the both of them.

—

Somehow, Steve ended up with just him and Billy in the apartment. They’re sitting on the couch. Billy sips a beer while he plays Xbox. Steve watches but they’ve been silent for the past hour. The only words exchanged were about where the girls were when Steve arrived. Grocery shopping is what Billy told him. He can’t get the video of Billy fucking his girlfriend out of his head. Wonders if Gina compares the two of them. Steve doesn’t fuck her that hard and fast. Doesn’t grab her hair. Doesn’t say the things Billy did.

“So… Kim,” Steve clears his throat, “Uh… Kim asked me if I thought she was pretty.”

Billy laughs, glancing at Steve for a second before returning his attention to the TV, “She told me.”

“Oh,” Steve replies, lamely.

“It’s cute. That she thought she should ask,” he continues.

“Yeah, I guess,” Steve shrugs, but he doesn’t really understand what Billy’s getting out.

“Anyone with eyes can see what a fucking smokeshow she is,” Billy snorts, “As if you’d be any different.”

Steve nods slowly, “Do… Do you think Gina’s pretty?”

Billy pauses his game, setting the controller on the coffee table, “How do you want me to answer that, Steve?”

He shrugs, “Honestly, I guess.”

“She’s more than pretty,” Billy replies easily, “And if you ain’t telling her that ten times a day, you’re fucking blowing it, pretty boy.”

Steve compliments Gina. He can probably do it some more. Billy leans back, tips his beer and gulps down the rest of it, “Why? You wanna trade for a night? Or have a good old fashioned orgy?”

The brunette chokes on his spit, like really chokes. Has to sit up straight and hack his lungs out for a second. Billy’s cackling the whole time. Something about Steve’s reactions leave him wanting to tease the brunette boy even more.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Billy pats Steve’s back lightly, though he’s sure that neither of the girls would complain from that thought, “You’re missing out.” He says simply, wondering if he can tempt Steve to take a bite.

Billy drops his controller to his lap, sure that Kim is about to yank him back to her room when she comes stomping out. She’s furiously holding a neon pink bra in her hand, waving it around widely. Billy can tell by the size that it’s not hers.

“Stop using my laundry detergent!” Kim shouts as she pushes Gina’s door open again. She tosses the bra inside, “ And I don’t need your boulder holders in my laundry!” She’s yelling, though she looks like she’s close to breaking down in tears. Billy exhales through his nostrils.

“Yeah, well-,” Gina is poking her head out, always adamant on getting the last word, “Your boyfriend loves my big tits. So fuck you!” She’s shouting even louder before she slams the door shut so hard that it rattles.

Kim turns slowly, her eyes narrowing in disbelief as she looks towards Billy. He gapes, holding his palms up in confusion as he’s not sure how this has suddenly become his fault. He hadn’t said anything.

Steve doesn’t know how to react to that, especially because he knows now. He’d just watched Billy sucking on them last night. And usually he’d be jealous he thinks but he’s more surprised she would say that.

“Babe,” He begins to stand up but Kim is already stomping back to her door, “I love tits no matter the size!” He shouts in his defense, but she’s already slamming the door shut behind her. There’s a pause before Gina yanks the door open and slams it again.

“Fuck,” Billy spits out in disbelief, sometimes wondering if it’s just better to stick to men, “What the fuck crawled up her ass?” He motions towards Gina’s door, thinking that she had been fine before they left. Steve cocks an eyebrow at him.

“I mean,” Steve looks a little uncomfortable as he shifts in the chair, “You guys did sleep with Tommy.” He says at last. Billy knits his eyebrows together.

“So?” He asks honestly, unsure of why that would have anything to do with Gina being upset.

“Tommy is Gina’s brother,” Steve said slowly, like Billy wasn’t comprehending. Billy keeps staring, not getting the point, “Christ, you’re daft.” Steve shakes his head in disbelief, scoffing at Billy’s actions.

“I’m not daft,” Billy corrects Steve quickly, knowing that his grades are far higher than anyone would believe, “I just don’t think it should bother her that I stuck my dick in her brother.”

“You stuck your-,” Steve stops himself, his eyes wide like he’s not the one understanding this time. He gulps hard, his face lighting up before he continues, “It’s friend code.” he says at last, like it should mean something to Billy. Billy shakes his head as he reaches for his keys, knowing that he won’t get anything from Kim in this state.

“Come on,” Billy pats Steve rather roughly on the shoulder, more rough than what he meant, “Let’s get out of here.” He says, knowing that it’s better to let the girls work this out than linger around. He’s unsure if Steve has ever seen them fight, but Billy certainly has and he doesn’t care to hear about them bitching to one another.

“Uh,” Steve is staring at him, brown eyes blown wide like he’s confused, “Where?” He asks at last, a soft flush spreading down his neck. Billy shrugs his shoulders, not caring as long as he’s out of here.

“Do you like wings?” He asks Steve, more focused on getting a beer than eating. Steve glanced back, looking like he wasn’t sure about leaving, “Trust me, you don’t wanna listen to them bicker and bitch all night.”

“Alright,” Steve is still hesitating so Billy walks behind him, giving him an extra push towards the door, “That’s fine I guess.” He mumbles underneath his breath as Billy shuts the door. He’s not even sure if he’ll come back tonight.

—

An arcade is the last place Steve expected Billy to take him. He doesn’t really seem like the type but he’s actually really good at all the games. Steve can’t help but think this feels kind of like a date. They shared a plate of wings and had a few beers, not really talking about much but they kept accidentally making eye contact that gave Steve goosebumps every time. Then Billy got up and wandered over to the kiosk and put money on the game card, Steve just kind of followed.

“How’d you even know about this place?” Steve asks, looking quite frustrated by the score on the basketball game. Billy has managed to beat him every round and he thinks it’s beginning to affect Steve’s performance.

“Max likes it.” He said simply. He’d taken her and Kim here a few different times when Kim had to babysit. Kim sucked at all the games, but he enjoyed wiping the bbq from her face after she’d eaten. She was a messy eater.

“Whose Max?” Steve asks quickly, almost accusatory. Billy cocks his eyebrows but then remembers that he probably thinks Billy is cheating. Billy has in the past, but never with Kim. He’s fairly terrified of losing her forever.

“Kim’s little sister,” He answers shortly, “She’s a little shit.” He says at last, thinking about the many times they end up arguing and fighting. Still, Billy enjoys having her around at times.

“You’ve met her family?” Steve looks a little shocked, like he hadn’t expected Billy to say such a thing. Billy snorts as he flips the end of his tickets over on each other again.

“Yeah,” Billy says a little dryly, thinking about how badly he disliked her dad. Her mom wasn’t too bad, Kim looked just like her, “We’ve been together for like three years.” He thinks off of the top of his head, thinking that they may be going on four years soon.

“That long?” Steve’s brown eyes are wide, looking in disbelief. Billy grins as he leans against the wall. Steve quickly darts his eyes away, like he can’t look at Billy for too long.

“I’ve known her longer,” Billy chuckles softly, knowing that they’d been friends for years and years. He’d always figured that she wasn’t interested in him, “Why do you care?” He crosses his arms, feeling his eyes narrow as he watches him. He’s always on edge, still wondering if Steve thinks he’s better fit for Kim.

“You haven’t put a ring on her or anything,” Steve pauses quickly, looking a little alarmed at his own words, “Just an observation.” He’s still speaking fast, like he’s trying to cover his tracks.

“Waiting until we graduate,” He says dryly again, wondering if Steve thinks he isn’t serious about Kim, “Is that alright with you?” He asks, feeling like he got this question from everyone else. Steve’s eyes are wide again.

“Yep,” He answers quickly, “What are you doing with your tickets?” He asks, looking unsure as he holds his stack in his hand. Billy leans off the wall.

“Probably getting Kim something,” He shrugs his shoulders, “She likes stuffed animals. Dumb stuff like that.” He says, even though he knows that it’s not that dumb. He enjoys the way her eyes light up and how excited she gets over the smallest things.

“I better get Gina something,” Steve confirms, “Do you think they’ve made up?” He glanced towards Billy, looking down like he was waiting for his reaction. Billy shrugs his shoulders, knowing that they’d get over it eventually.

“I think she’d like that,” Billy says briefly, unsure of why Steve is watching him in such a manner. He looks over the stuffed animals, his eyes landing on a yellow star.

Steve is unsure what to get Gina. She’s not really a collector of stuffed animals. For her birthday, Steve bought her a cactus. She liked plants and clothes and music so when it came to a prize center at the arcade, he was kind of lost. He settles on a little air freshener for her car that looks like a tiny record player. Then he wanders back over to Billy, watching him curiously as he picks up the stuffed yellow star.

He can still feel Steve’s eyes on him as he speaks again, “Watch any good porn recently?” He looks towards Steve, his lips turning into a smirk as the brunette boy finally snaps his head away.

“No,” Steve’s tone is rough and harsh, like his throat was dry. He quickly cleared his throat as he held his fingers together, looking a bit bashful, “Nothing too interesting.” He tries again and Billy snorts, not believing him. He hopes that he found Kim’s nude and had a little crisis of his own. It makes Billy good to think about other guys being jealous because of the babe he got to bang whenever he pleased.

Steve’s worried the whole drive home that he and Kim can somehow tell Steve is subscribed to their OnlyFans. It seems unlikely that the website would share his bank information with the couple but he’s still freaked out. He can’t even look at Billy anymore, guilt swirling around in his gut. He knew it was a bad idea to watch them. He was sure this would happen, that he wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye again.

—

“You alright?” Billy peeks his head into the room and confirms that Kim is indeed not alright as she pokes her head out from under the blankets. Her hair is messy and her cheeks red from crying.

“No,” She sobs pitifully. He feels a bit guilty for skipping out, but also knows it would’ve done no good to stick around, “She’s being mean.” She replies dramatically as she tosses her arms back onto the mattress. Billy steps forward.

“I got you this,” He holds a soft grin on his lips. He holds it out on his hands, bouncing it back and forth as she looks up curiously, “Thought it might help you feel better.” He offered, really hoping that it might put a smile on her face.

“It’s cute,” She sniffles, scooting forward so she can place it in her hands. She hugs it tightly to her chest as he slides into the bed, knowing her meltdown was probably almost over, “It’s a cute star.” She nods her head, still looking upset.

“I’m glad you like it,” He says softly as he pushes her messy hair from her face, “Because you’re my little star.” He says cheesily, feeling relieved at the way she begins to grin. She snorts as she moves closer to him, looking like she’s a little more at ease.

“You know, it’s not fair,” Kim spits out, sniffling as she curls up to Billy’s side, “She didn’t even say anything at the bar.” She cries out in dismay as she wipes at her red cheeks again. Billy sighs as he pats her back.

“Well,” He really doesn’t know what to say to comfort her, “Maybe Gina is just jealous of Tommy?” He offers, furrowing his eyebrows as he’s unsure of why Gina would be so upset in the first place.

“Jealous of what?” Kim asks seriously as she’s shaking her head, “I mean it’s not like she doesn’t-,” She pauses again as she inhales sharply, looking like she shouldn’t have said anything, “I don’t like when she’s mad at me.”

“I’m sorry,” He really means his words as he speaks. He knows how shy Kim is, how she’s had a hard time making friends in the past, “Gina will get over it. Just give her a few days.” He leans forward to kiss her wet cheek, hoping that soothes her a bit.

Kim sniffles deeply again and nods her head. She tucks her hair behind her ears before she’s turning to look at Billy, batting her eyelashes towards him, “I don’t suppose you’d get me a glass of water?” She asks, sounding a little hopeful.

If it was anyone else, Billy would simply laugh and tell them to get it themselves. However, it’s Kim. Her and Gina being in a fight irritates him, but he has a deep desire to make her feel better too. He nods as he stands from her bed.

“Be right back.” He says briefly, his own lips curling up to match the smile she sends him, “I’m getting you a snack too.” He says pointedly, knowing that she probably hasn’t eaten since he’s been gone. He figures that she’s just too damn cute to say no to. He walks out into the hallway, expecting to stumble in the pitch black but is pleasantly surprised to see that Harrington is already at the fridge.

Billy grabs Kim’s yellow tumbler cup that’s decorated with sunflowers, glancing over as Steve is working furiously at pouring a box of juice into a cup. Billy mutters an excuse, gripping a hold of Steve’s waist to push him out of the way. His fingers press lightly into the brunette boy’s hips, just enough that Billy can brush up from behind him to open the freezer. Steve freezes, stills against his touch but Billy is too distracted to notice the look he sends his way. He fills Kim’s cup clear full of ice, knowing that she likes it better that way.

“Shit,” Steve squeaks out, the liquid pouring over the rim of the cup as his eyes are darting around wildly. Billy looks at him curiously for a second, noticing how flushed he looks suddenly, “Fuck, sorry.” Steve spits out quickly, searching around desperately for something to wipe it up with.

“S’alright,” Billy reaches forward to hand him one of the dish towels. He reaches into the fridge and pulls out the water pitcher while he pours it into Kim’s cup, “Happens to the best of us.” He reassures Steve, unsure of why the brunette boy is suddenly so on edge. He almost feels bad for the poor guy.

Meanwhile, Steve’s having a full blown sexuality crisis. It was fine when he got back, he could forget that he’s literally cum while staring at Billy’s face. But then the fucker touched him like that and it was… delicate and now Steve’s dick is stirring in his pants. From Billy barely touching him. Gina telling him Billy was bi was bad because Steve is completely tempted to grab onto Billy’s collar and kiss him. Gay.

Goddamn it. That word has been popping into his head so much. Most of the thoughts he’s having are gay so well, it makes sense.

“Uh, yeah… I guess,” Steve clears his throat and moves to clean up the spilled juice, making sure he doesn’t turn around. His cock isn’t fully torqued but it’ll be pretty fucking obvious that he’s aroused if Billy sees. His dick bulges in his jeans without being hard, so when he’s rocking a half chub it’s even more apparent.

“Think they’ll make up soon?” Steve asks, wiping the counter even though it’s already cleaned up.

Billy nods, “Yeah, I’m sure. They usually kiss and make up pretty quickly .”

Steve heaves a big sigh, “Good. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“What? Gina can’t take out her anger on you? Ya know, sexually?” Billy snickers as he twists the lid on Kim’s water closed.

The brunette turns to him with a bewildered look, “I doubt she’s in the mood. Does Kim uh… take her anger out on you?”

Billy frowns, “I probably won’t get laid tonight either.”

For a split second, Steve considers proposing that they could get each other off instead but he’s way too nervous. Besides, it seems like the openness of his and Kim’s relationship is more of a group activity. And Steve isn’t sure Billy would even be interested. He does call him a pretty boy a lot but it seems like more of a way to get under his skin than an honest comment.

“I’d honestly go home and work on schoolwork if Gina wouldn’t get even more pissed off,” he chuckles, “She’s uh… ranting and raving. Telling me every single thing Kim has done that’s pissed her off the last ten years.”

“Jesus Christ,” Billy exhales, “Kim’s just in there crying.”

Steve purses his lips, “How could we like… mediate this?”

“I know a way,” Billy wiggles his eyebrows, “But I doubt you’d go for it.” He slaps Steve’s back and saunters back into Kim’s room.

Steve stands there stunned for a little bit before he walks back into Gina’s bedroom. She’s sitting on her bed, scrolling through her phone with a scowl on her face. As Steve sits beside her, he sees that Gina is looking at her and Kim’s shared TikTok account.

“I just don’t get why they had to fuck Tommy,” Gina grumbles. “Like, now whenever I see him, he’s not gonna shut up about it.”

“Yeah,” Steve wraps his arm around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder, “He can be pretty disgusting.”

“I mean, I’m glad you guys are friends and all because that’s how we met but I really hate how like entwined our lives are,” Gina complains, “I understand we’re twins and everything but sometimes I just want my own set of friends that are like off-limits to him. I was really trying to keep him and Kim separated. My whole life, I tried to make it so they never saw each other, because Kim’s mine. I didn’t want him to come between us.”

“You’re letting him now,” Steve observes, looking at Gina’s thick eyelashes. He’s still got a semi from Billy touching him and looking at his girlfriend is making it harder.

“I guess,” she sighs, locking her phone and setting it on her nightstand. “Distract me,” she pleads, laying back and pulling Steve on top of her.

Hell yeah, Steve thinks as he gets between her legs. He inches his fingers up her shirt and dances them across her breasts, pressing his lips to hers. Gina hums softly, kissing him back while she grabs onto his shirt. Steve pulls away so he can litter her neck and jaw in kisses. She gasps softly, spreading her legs as she pulls him closer. He sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin of her neck, grabbing a handful of her breast and squeezes. Gina cries out, arching her back as her fingers thread through Steve’s hair. He can’t help but roll his hips into the mattress. Desperate for even a tiny bit of friction.

“Oh, Steve,” she whines out.

He lifts her shirt over her head and continues licking and sucking down her neck until he’s at her chest. He cups both breasts in his hands before wrapping his lips around one of her perked nipples. He’s gotten pretty tired of his hand, so he’s eager to get his dick inside her tight, warm pussy. Gina tugs at his hair, tilting her head back while the sweetest sounds fall from her lips. He could listen to her all day.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans against her skin, “I’m so hard.”

“Yeah?” she purrs, “Did you miss my pussy? It’s been forever.”

It’s been three days. Definitely feels like forever.

“Uh huh,” he pants, lips swollen as he looks up at her, “Wanna fuck your tits, though. Can I?”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” Gina gushes, stars in her eyes as she looks back down at Steve.

“Christ,” Steve props himself up so he can push his sweats down, his hard cock pops out and he wraps his fingers around the base. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he tells her, eyes blown with lust as he stares down at her tits.

Gina giggles, cupping her own chest and licking her lower lip, “Need you so bad.”

Steve groans as he fumbles to get closer to her, straddling her middle while he rubs his leaking tip against her nipple. He watches the string of precum that connects them and it makes his whole body feel hot.

“God,” Gina moans, “I fucking love when you do that.” Her eyes are trained exactly where Steve’s are. “Feels so filthy.”

“Yeah? You like it filthy, don’t you, you fucking slut,” Steve groans out, like something’s possessed him. It’s unlike him to talk to Gina like that. A week ago he wouldn’t even dream of calling her such a degrading name.

“Oh my god, Steve!” Gina squirms, eyebrows knitting together as she looks up at him, clearly aroused by what he’s said.

“Answer me,” he demands, slapping his cock against her tit, which wasn’t as threatening as he imagined but Gina plays along anyways.

She gasps, “Yes! Yes!”

“Why?” he presses, swirling his tip against her nipple again.

“‘Cause I’m a slut,” she whines out, writhing beneath him.

He maintains eye contact, “Who’s slut are you?”

“I’m your slut, Steve,” she exhales, blinking up at him.

“Yeah, you are,” he breathes, “Maybe I should use that pretty mouth of yours.”

She nods, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

His hips jerk at that and he’s fucking pissed because he almost cums just from hearing her say that. He grunts, squeezing his base, “Actually… think I’m just gonna take that pussy.”

Gina moans, still squirming underneath him, “Please!”

Steve moves, a bit awkwardly, down and pushes her legs open more. He lets go of his cock as he pulls her panties off. She lifts her legs to help, spreading them an instant later. Gina is absolutely soaking. He’s never seen her so wet, it’s fucking dripping down her thighs. He laughs, can’t help himself. It sounds as surprised as he feels, he slides his fingers against her thigh, gathering her slick and brings them up to her mouth. Gina opens her mouth and Steve shoves his fingers inside. She sucks them, blinking rapidly as she gazes up at him. He has the sudden urge to slap her face but he doesn’t do it. Thinks that might be too much.

“Ugh,” he groans out, “Good girl.”

She moans around his digits and bucks her hips up, obviously appreciating the praise. Steve wonders if the couple in the next room can hear them and it makes his dick ache even more.

He can’t wait any longer, grabs a hold of his dick and likes his tip with her pulsing hole. He slams inside and Gina cries out, grabbing a hold of his shoulders. Well, they definitely heard that.

“Fuck yeah,” Steve groans out, grabbing onto Gina’s hips and angles them up, “Take that cock like the slut you are.”

He has no idea where this is coming from. The words just flow from him, easy. Gina whimpers out, fingernails digging into his skin as he pumps in and out of her. He fucks her hard and fast, these high-pitched cries erupting from Gina with every thrust. She’s so fucking wet that he can hear it, squealching around his cock. He wishes he knew Gina liked this earlier. He would’ve gladly indulged her if she had told him.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he pants.

Gina’s eyes roll back, sounds he’s never heard from her filling his ears. God, this is otherworldly. Steve’s a fuckinf new man. He pounds into her so hard that her headboard is slamming against the wall and he doesn’t give a fuck. She yelps from a particular hard thrust. Sometimes Steve goes too deep and she makes that sound. Usually he checks on her. This time he doesn’t, he grins instead. He grabs the back of her thighs and holds her legs up, using the leverage to hammer into her g-spot. Gina is practically screaming, tears falling down her cheeks and she’s scratching down his back. Sure to leave marks.

“Stevie…” she babbles, “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Yeah, baby,” he groans, “Cum all over my cock.”

The sound she makes when she does is… earth shattering. Steve shoots his load when he hears it, drilling into her as deep as he can. And it’s then that he realizes he didn’t even put a condom on. He collapses on top of her, wrapping his arms around her tightly while she sobs.

“Baby, baby,” he whispers as he pulls back a bit, “I… oh, God, I’m sorry. I was too rough—- I, fuck…”

“No,” she gasps, wrapping her arms around him tightly, “No… I just… came so fucking hard. I don’t… oh my god.”

Steve pushes her hair away from her sweaty forehead, “Really? I didn’t hurt you?”

“God, no,” she pants, “That was so good. Fuck, I love you.”

Steve smiles then and breathlessly tells her, “I love you, too.”

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tera-91 · 8 months ago

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Wild month ...

I cant believe I went all spooky season without posting.

Well I wrote something and left my computer for a few hours and I don’t know what happened but all that I wrote that morning was just gone.

No, like a silly person I did not save before I left but there was another word doc I had open too that I hadn’t saved but that one was recovered …

Anyway it wasn’t too informative other than I was nervous about what might happened when my manager came back from leave. Honestly it was almost too accurate…

I walked in and my hands almost immediately started to shake with barely a good morning. It took less than an hour for this manager to get grumpy about something that was going on I don’t remember what it was. I could tell the schedule was going to be an issue since this manager kept checking out the next schedule the other manager put out throughout the day. To my *not* shock this manager asked why I wasn’t scheduled outside my availability as far as working in the evening. Not that this manager cared that I was scheduled EVERY day I usually have off or that I had two days off that I typically work due to a thing my sibling and I are going to. Oh no that was not a concern but the fact that I was not scheduled to work the late shift.

The whole time this manager has been gone Ive been putting in job applications either to get a second job or to just have a back up plan if I reach my breaking point again.

Part of me has considered to just quit … again. Once I get into the program I want to at school if the last years schedule is going to be similar to this new year coming up I would be in class the majority of the day 3 days a week. I already work, typically 4 days a week.

The way the schedule currently is, I’m not completely sure how to write it out. So I would have class on at least 2 days I’m typically off of work. I usually work on a day I would have to have class and there’s no switching that class day around so the only way for me to keep the number of hours is for me to work on the third day I typically have off or for me to work a few hours on probably at least 2 of the days that I have class without going beyond the time of day I can work.

Basically I just wouldn’t have a day off between the two at all or if I worked on a day or two I would have class I might have one day a week free. That’s like 50 hours a week just in work and class not including any kind of homework. I think its recommended you spend 2 or 3 hours per credit hour between homework and studying. That’s another like 18 to 30 hours. So that inflates my week to nearly 70 or 80 hours. I know some people do that routinely but still.

I have a difficult enough time just making sure I get assignments in on time and making time to study since I work the day before exams as it is.

I know that is a while away so I don’t think too much about it other than I need to find something else before that happens. Hell with the way the manager made me feel on day 1 of us working together after their return Im like I need to put a heavy foot on the grind to get my side projects done. Just need to get something to the point that I would feel comfortable to not work. The second day wasn’t much better. Getting all huffy and puffy because I am not an octopus and cant do 3 things at the same time. Without going into too much detail I was working on an immediate two part issue that would take less than 2 minutes to resolve since at the time I was already half way done when this manager said no that I was to do something else now. This thing *couldn’t* wait even though there was not an immediate issue with it other than I guess this manager was afraid they were going to inadvertently throw it out since they were going around the place throwing stuff out. I swear this individual asks questions with little to no context but doesn’t give me enough time to even register what they are referring to. That or they want something done and I just got to the point of absolutely not. I mean I think I was asked to do two or three things last shift that the manager ended up asking my coworker to do since I still doing what was previously asked on me. I’m not slow at my job but also when we have so many interruptions and tasks randomly asked of us not immediate to what we are doing. I almost said to just write me a list of the items you want me to complete in the next idk how long was left in the shift but I would get them all done.

Anyway, due to this manager’s task allocations (which in my opinion they give themselves too much busy work or whatever that makes things harder for them that they give out tasks they could more aptly complete) the next shift is more than likely going to start “behind the ball.” Which means I’m going to have to clean it up on my next shift.

This manager is back and with less than a handful of shifts working with this individual I’m back to being a jittery mess. I don’t want to go to work knowing they will be there. I’m practically holding my breath every time they speak. Watching every word I say, I try to joke to make light of the stressful environment, but it just gets thrown back at me. Or waiting to see if im going to be on the end of a conversation that feels like an interrogation. Wondering if they will go off about something. Say something that makes me feel dumb (I’m a bit dyslexic especially with numbers and I haven’t been diagnosed officially but my sibling says I have adhd so I do know I make little mistakes here and there but not anything that someone else doesn’t sometimes do as well). FFS Im up at 4am writing this because I cant sleep and ive been up for over an hour, maybe 2 at this point already. It’s fine since I have the day off as im writing this but still. How many more nights will I sleep maybe 4 or 5 hours before waking up unable to fall back asleep.

I hate to sound like a broken record. Mostly because I tell myself that I will do these things and then procrastinate and not do them. I’m going to do my best to hold myself to it. The only thing I think I can do is, well hopefully not burn out while doing it, but to spend as much time as possible on my side projects. Something. Maybe on my days that I work its just an hour but on the days im off its at least 3 to 5 hours. Spend time writing and editing and recording. Like the days that Im off that I have the mental capacity to it ill write, record and do the creative editing, while on the days that I work ill do the things that are a little less mentally draining like just the audio scrubbing.

#tera-91 #writing #rant #rant post

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kittyofalltrades · 3 years ago

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Office Hours

You get invited to a Frat party, but Professor Grant just might have something to say about it.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @welcometostayingawake

This is the brainchild of Mona and I. We had this bad boy outlined and started in 10 minutes flat. Nothing but shameless self indulgence and filth...

Words: 4210 of pure filth

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Beta: both of us this time @welcometostayingawake

Warnings: Power imbalance (professor/student), Age gap (READER IS OF AGE), Profanity, Oral (f rec), PinV, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it)

Your Friday evening Egyptian Civilizations lectures with Professor Grant were always your favorite. He was brilliant at his job, captivating the class to make you feel as though you were actually there, experiencing the Gods and Pharaohs for yourself. It didn’t hurt that the man was gorgeous; salt and pepper mop of messy curls on his head, leather satchel sitting on broad shoulders and a pair of gold wire glasses to top off the look. His tweed blazer paired with one of his many neutral cable knit sweaters added to his academic charm while he paced across the classroom, rambling about bartering for the Gods. The thought of how he might smell if you were to press your nose into his sweater made you smile at him as he passed by handing you a paper marked with another perfect grade.

Steven smiled back at you as he handed out the papers. You, his favorite student, as brilliant as him in matters of Ancient Egyptian culture, made his heart pitter patter in a forbidden rhythm. You, always so effortlessly beautiful in your cozy, large sweaters and shapely leggings, pointing out inconsistencies in the homework to him. Then there was that one time you’d come to see him late one evening, dropping by his office with questions about the paper he had just assigned. He had to ask you to repeat yourself after taking in your out of place short skirt and fitted turtleneck. You ended up admitting that your out of place outfit and random drop-in was due to a failed date. He thought you looked absolutely lovely. You always answered his questions during class, exchanging small secret smiles between the two of you. Even turning down party invitations to have him check over your work during his office hours, sometimes bringing him pastries in thanks. You truly were his best student and you should stay that way.

Once the papers were distributed, Professor Grant called out the next assignment and dismissed the class in a flurry of bags and papers. As per tradition, you gathered your things and gave him a wave before heading to the door at the back of the hall, but instead running straight into Tanner. Tall, handsome, belongs to a fraternity but comes from a small town Tanner. He was in a group project with you for this course and didn’t seem too bad, at least compared to his fraternity brothers. A fraternity known for boisterous parties, the likes of which you avoided like the plague.

“Oof! Oh, Tanner. Hi, sorry about that,” you told him with a soft smile as you righted your footing.

“Hey, just the girl I wanted to see,” he told you with a charming smile.

Just the girl he wanted to see? Why? You had a reputation of rejecting the frat boys and if it was classwork related he could have emailed you. You cocked your head to the side and narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. What the hell did he want?

“So Professor Grant’s last assignment, it sounds like it’s gonna be tough. A whole ass research paper on any other God besides Khonshu because we’ve already covered him in class and he holds a special place in his heart,” Tanner laughed.

“Yeah Khonshu is too easy anyway,” you commented, not liking how he was lining up his shot.

“So I was thinking you could come back to my place tonight and we could work on it together?” Tanner ventured.

Those words made Steven look up from the papers he was shoving in his leather satchel. He saw you with Tanner, his second best student, standing entirely too close to you, grinning wolfishly down at you from the step above and it made his blood boil. Slimy git.

“Isn’t it against fraternity rules to waste a Friday night studying? Your frat bros are going to be partying,” you pointed out.

“Maybe you could join me for the party after we do some research together,” Tanner offered, running his hands down your arm.

You considered it for a second. Tanner didn’t seem like the worst. He hadn’t made any lewd passes at you like some of the other guys and seemed respectable enough. You opened your mouth to accept his offer when Professor Grant stormed past you two in a flurry, drawing your attention away from Tanner completely.

“My office in 10 minutes,” he ordered in a clipped tone. The way he spoke worried you but also sent a shiver down your spine.

Steven turned and swiftly headed to his office in an attempt to calm himself down before he did something drastic. Like failing Tanner for hitting on you, or rather, push him down the stairs for groping your arm.

“You should watch out for him, he gives me weird vibes,” Tanner said once Professor Grant turned a corner.

You rolled your eyes, it was just Professor Grant. He was always a perfect gentleman with you. Even when you’d shown up out of the blue after a miserable dating attempt, he’d kept his eyes either on the laptop screen or on your eyes, not once straying to the large expanse of skin you had on display. You often mused that when you graduated, you were going to ask him out if he was still single. In these little daydreams, he was usually being a lot less respectful with you, but you doubted your attraction was reciprocated.

“I don’t think he gives weird vibes. He’s always been nothing but nice to me,” you respond with a shrug. Professor Grant was actually one of the most polite faculty members, if you thought about it.

“No, really,” Tanner insisted. “He’s always looking at you like you’re the only one in the room. And he’s always smiling when you ask questions. The day you were out sick he was in a terrible mood and I swear he kept glancing at your usual seat.”

You listened to Tanner’s theories in amusement. That simply could not be true.

“And you’re the top of the class,” Tanner finished smugly.

That made the amused smile slide off your face. “You think I’m top of the class only because Professor Grant likes me? You're delusional.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he backpedaled. “It’s just he’s clearly got a thing for you! Be careful. Better yet let me go with you to his office. I’ll prove it,” he reached to take your bag from you but you physically recoiled.

“No thanks. I don’t think I need your help proving anything. See you around.”

You shifted your bag on your shoulder and hurried to Professor Grant’s office arriving with a minute to spare, knocking on the door and hearing him grunt for you to enter. Pushing the door open, you hesitate in the doorway when you find Professor Grant behind his desk staring at you with a dark look in his eyes. He’s leaning back with his fingers tented, giving you a delicious view of him. You drop your bag by the small couch and walk to the end of his desk with a tentative smile, hoping to ease the anger you still feel rolling off of him.

“Well, do you want to explain what the hell that was?”

“What?” You let out, genuinely confused.

“Your little chat with Tanner,” Steven growled, unable to control the anger slipping through his voice. “You’re going to his little frat party? Going to study together?”

“I haven’t really thought much about it.” You lie, to cover up the end of the conversation that you’d really rather not share.

“Are you trying to drive me mad? Tease me with the idea of you going out with somebody else…fucking somebody else?”

“I-I didn’t mean to tease you, Professor. I was just being nice.” Wait, what was that?

That made Steven laugh sardonically, “You were just ‘being nice’? I’ve seen you brutally reject so many others who have tried. But you were just being nice today, right?”

“I’m sorry, Professor.” you hang your head in shame. You had disappointed him and you knew it. Maybe he knew Tanner wasn’t a nice guy and you didn’t want him to think any less of you.

“If you were doing it to get my attention, good job sweetheart, you’ve definitely got it now.”

The words made you snap your head up from where you were distractedly dancing your fingers on his desk to find a dark smile settled on his plush, pink lips.

“My favorite student has no business with the likes of people like that,” he muttered while he unfolded himself from the chair.

“What do you mean, Professor?” you asked softly. This was a side of him you’d never dealt with before and you were treading on dangerous territory.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Good girls aren’t meant to be used by boys who don’t know what they’re doing.” You were gaping at him, you were sure of it.

“They won’t know what to do with you, they won’t know how to take care of you. Not like I do,” he continued, walking around his desk, encouraged by your silence. “By the time I’m done fucking your pretty little pussy it’ll be molded to the shape of my cock and nobody else will be good enough for you.” He finished with lips inches from yours, earning a gasp from you.

Pulling you by your hands to come around the desk, pushing you to sit in front of his chair, he sits back down and trails his eyes over your body.

“Undress for me, love,” Steven orders, quietly but with undeniable authority.

You want this. You’ve wanted this for so long, so you strip out of your oversized sweater and leggings leaving you standing in your pink lacy bra and panties. You’re suddenly grateful to your morning self for choosing a semi-matching set. Another nod from him has you unhooking it from behind your back with shaking hands, and discarding your panties as well, blushing heavily as his eyes glued to the newly revealed skin.

“On the desk, please. I want to get a good look at my beautiful girl.”

You wordlessly climb up onto his cold desk, ignoring the papers that get scattered, leaning back with your hands to spread your legs for him, arousal dripping down your thighs. You never thought you’d be in this position with your professor but the way Steven ran his tongue over his lips slowly before reaching up and pulling off his gold rimmed glasses had you near trembling in anticipation. He took his time folding the legs down and securing them in a side drawer before leaning forward between your legs, hands pushing your thighs apart with a firm grip.

Steven looked up at you from between your legs, licking slowly from your slit upward. He groaned as your slick coated his tongue, filling his mouth with the tangy taste of girl. Steven focused on your clit, experimenting between flicking his tongue and then sucking on the small bundle of nerves to see which you liked best, sending jolts of pleasure through you. Your hand flew to grip his salt and pepper curls while you let loose your first moan.

Steven grinned against your cunt and pulled back to look at you properly and you whimpered at the loss. He didn’t disappoint though, slowly inserting one finger at first, then at your gasp inserting a second to join the first. Fucking you on his fingers with more force with every little breathy noise you made, he watched as your chest began to rise and fall quickly.

Delicately rubbing your clit with his thumb, Steven drove you to the very edge of orgasm before slowing down, leaving you pulsing on the drag of his fingers. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were worried about how loud you were being, but it was all fuzzy at this point. Now this was his favorite part; curling his fingers to reach that spongy spot on your inner walls, slowly rubbing it to make you let out a shuddering whine.

“Who do you belong to?” Steven asked softly. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

You tried to form words through the haze of pleasure but you couldn’t focus. The only thing you could think of was the drag of his fingers in and out of your core. Stretching and filling you and still somehow not enough. You needed more.

“I said, ‘who do you belong to’?” he demanded again, pumping his fingers with more force.

You babbled out an answer, not knowing what you said, not caring if the words made sense at this point. Something along the lines of “professor” and “please”. You were so close to cumming, he was rubbing your g-spot and clit in tandem and you just needed a little push.

“Tell me who you belong to or I’ll stop,” Steven threatened, and you could feel his fingers gliding over your sweet spot just right, igniting the fire in your veins.

“You! Youuuuu, Professor,” you shouted as your orgasm hit you, leaving you mentally drifting away from your body.

Steven pressed a final kiss to your clit, stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean as he stood up, the unmistakable shape of his cock bulging out of his trousers. He pulled off his blazer and sweater, throwing them on the chair behind him. He smiled as your eyes raked over his smooth and toned chest, your fingers grazing the thin trail of hair to where it disappeared into his pants.

“See something you like?”

You nodded quickly in your dazed state.

“You wanna touch me? Think you’ve earned it?” He leaned in as he was speaking, eyes trained on yours.

You wanted to see all of him, to see if your daydreams measured up to the real thing. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth watching while he made quick work of his belt and pants, shyly looking up at him through your lashes. He left his boxers on rubbing his hand over the tent made by his hard cock.

“Say please.”

“Please Professor, I want to see your cock.”

“Good girl, my good girl,” Steven praised and rewarded you by pushing his boxers down, revealing himself hanging hard and heavy between his legs. He plunged his fingers into your cunt again suddenly, making you jump, gathering some of your juices to smear them over his cock before stroking himself gently. He relished in the way your eyes followed the motion of his hand. He was by no means small and he was about to give you every inch he had.

He nudged your legs further apart and stepped between them, this time pressing his lips against yours in a forbidden kiss. To be fair, this whole evening was forbidden but neither of you seemed to be in the right mind to stop. You leaned into him, coaxing his tongue out with yours, while he gripped your jaw tilting your head for better access. He pulled away for air with a small, satisfied sigh, leaving you breathless.

“Do you want me to keep going?” He asked softly, nudging his prominent nose against yours.

“Yes, please,” you breathed out softly, kissing him once more.

That was all that he needed to hear to continue his torment. He tapped his cock against your clit drawing a high pitched whimper from you.

“Beg me for it.”

“Please, professor. Please, I need you to f-fuck me. I’ll be good, I promise,” you rambled to him.

“Say it.” He spread your folds apart to push the tip of his cock into you and stopped, the action earning him a lewd moan. “Who do you belong to?” Steven was feeling possessive tonight and was desperate to stake his claim.

“You, professor, only you.” You wouldn’t deny him this. Not when he was only partially lodged inside you.

Steven’s eyes never left your face as he pushed in further, slowly, inch by inch, crawling into you until you felt like you were splitting at the seams.

“You’re too big, Professor,” You cried out. Sure, you saw his cock but you didn’t really stop to think how much it might hurt until he was already inside you.

“I’ll fit, love. We’ll make it fit.” Just when you thought he was done, he thrusted the last inch into your cunt, giving you a short but heated kiss when you whimpered at him.

“Remember, I want your tight, little cunt to remember only me,” Steven groaned while bottoming out and paused to let you adjust.

You let out a choked out moan when he stopped, he was filling and stretching you out like never before. He wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you tight against him, somewhat distracting you from the stretch, large hands flexing on your back. The thought of him possibly splitting in two you briefly crosses your mind before succumbing to the pleasure of him starting to fuck you slow and deep.

He’s murmuring soft words of praise against your temple while he’s slowly making you lose your mind, dragging out to the tip then thrusting back in hard but keeping a slow pace, leaving you breathless.

Your lungs aren’t working as they should be, his scent is all around you, his hands holding you close, the tendons in his neck flexing in view. You think you’re having an out of body experience. You feel soft and weightless until an upward thrust hits a sensitive spot sending you back into your body with a wave of pleasure as you cum. Steven shifts to hold the back of your head close, kissing down your face whispering “that’s my girl” over and over.

Even though you’d found your release, Steven didn’t seem to be stopping, placing one large hand on your sternum to lay you down on his desk. Grabbing your ankles and throwing them over his shoulders, he picked up speed, fucking you hard and fast, forcing you to take what he was giving you.

“Workin’ so hard for your good grades, aren’t you, pretty baby? Gonna take my cock every night while you study?” Steven groaned. He peppered kisses on the soft skin of your ankles and calves, moaning a little with each press of his lips to your skin.

You nodded your head moaning out a string of yes, yes, yes. Your moans raised in pitch when you felt him marking the sensitive skin of your calves with his lips and teeth.

“Gonna say no to all the stupid boys from now on? Y’like it when I fuck you stupid, don’t you, baby? Your little brain is empty, only know my cock.” Steven punctuated each word with a hard thrust, effectively making his point with each slam of his hips. You couldn’t argue with him there.

“Mhmmmm. No–no boys, only you,” you whimper as the heat in your belly begins clawing its way across your body.

“You’re mine, baby. Mine to fuck, mine to touch, mine to cum in. I’m the only one that’s going to touch you like this, beautiful,” Steven spat out harshly, fucking you harder with each word, pressing the backs of your thighs down toward your chest. Your legs were going to be done for tomorrow but you couldn’t care less.

“Professoooor, I can’t take it I- it’s too much,” you whined weakly, gasping on a particularly hard thrust. You reach for the edges of the table, desperate to anchor yourself against his onslaught, papers flying every which way.

“You can and you will. Fuck, you look so pretty spread out for me like this. After all the hell you’ve put me through these past few weeks, giving me those doe eyes and biting your lip at me in class… this is what you wanted to happen, right? You’re going to take. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

He can’t possibly be waiting for a real response; it feels like he’s in your throat, his hand reaching up to tweak a nipple and you’re letting out a long moan. You’re completely wrecked, coming hard again with a loud sob of pleasure, chest arching off the table. He's relentless, not pausing, fucking you through the waves of pleasure wracking your body, overstimulating you to tears.

“Were you thinking of me then? Thought I would absolutely wreck you right then and there if you teased me hard enough?” Steven demanded and you were quick to shake your head vehemently.

“‘m a good girl for you, professor,” you slur around your heavy tongue, as you feel another orgasm building. You’ve lost count at this point.

“That’s right, now come for me, love, I’ve got you” he told her gently, contrasting his earlier harsh tone.

He licked his thumb before rubbing your clit in tight circles, giving you no choice but to fall off the edge he was hurtling you towards. You came with a loud scream of his name, body convulsing and vision darkening around the edges. Though your body lay completely spent, Steven hadn’t finished yet. He was pushed out of you from the pulsating and quickly fisted himself, coming in seconds with a loud groan, painting your mound and stomach with thick ropes of cum.

You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to even out your breathing with his sticky spend growing cold on your skin until you hear the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter. You lifted your head in time to see Steven with his phone aimed at his work, thoughtfully cropping out your face, grinning at you.

“To show you… in case you forget you’re mine,” he tells you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You felt like the words should bother you, but they didn’t. Nothing that happened bothered you as much as you felt like it should. You knew if you asked him to delete it, he would but you didn’t really want to, secretly thrilled he wanted a reminder of this moment.

The reality of your situation was dawning on you, however; you’d broken the rules and fucked your older, sexy professor. Well, to be fair, he’d fucked you within an inch of your life and you’re certain you’re ruined for all other men now. You didn’t think you’d ever been fucked so thoroughly.

After tucking himself away, he hunted down a box of tissues from his endearingly cluttered office to clean you up. Steven felt a little ashamed that things had progressed to this extent and so quickly but not ashamed that it had happened at all. He really did think the world of you, he thought affectionately, while wrapping you in his tweed blazer and leading you to his small sofa. Steven rushed to turn on the kettle to make you both some tea and offer you some biscuits. After your rather rigorous activities, he was sure you’d need a snack of some sort, quickly preparing two cups and pressing one into your cold hands.

When Steven passed you the cup you turned to him with a sweet smile, which he returned, albeit slightly more dazed.

“That was fucking amazing,” you told him before taking a sip.

“I’m glad you’re satisfied,” Steven said with a chuckle. He would never admit this to you, but he was worried he had possibly taken it too far, having been touch starved for far too long. Hearing your verbal confirmation put his mind at ease in that sense.

“I guess I’m not going to that party after all,” you muttered into your cup.

“Need I remind you of something, love? I have photographic evidence,” Steven chastised with a smug smirk.

The words sent a shiver down your spine and you shook your head ‘no’. He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering a muffled “good girl” against your hair. The gesture felt familiar and sweet and made you blush prettily.

“Does that mean that this,” You motioned between the two of you, “wasn’t just a one-time thing?”

Before Steven could answer with a reassuring “No!”, the handle to his doorknob rattled, followed by several insistent knocks. You peeked at the clock on the wall - it was still technically Steven’s office hours. If not for both your states of undress, you’d have told him to answer the door so as to not raise suspicion. Another minute passed and the knocking started up again.

“Professor? Professor Grant, are you there? I’ve got some questions,” the unmistakable voice of Tanner called through the door.

You rolled your eyes and held back a laugh at the memory of how your evening began. Tanner was probably here to show you that Steven was holding you back from going to his party, proving he had a thing for you. Turns out, he’d been right but that was neither here nor there. Tanner didn’t have to know that. After another minute, you could hear Tanner’s footsteps retreat and you relaxed against Steven again.

“You know if he touches you again, I’m going to fail him, right?” Steven informed you.

“Fine by me if he can’t take a hint.” You kissed him tenderly, pulling away to see Steven give you a wide smile.

“That’s my girl.”

#Professor AU #Steven Grant #Moon Knight #Steven Grant x Reader #Steven Grant Smut #Moon Knight Smut

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wheresmybuckyhoes · 3 years ago

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Intrusions

Summary: Anakin intrudes on your alone time in the empty corridors of the Jedi temple, demanding to know why you can’t sleep. Eventually, you have to tell him

Pairing: f!reader x Anakin Skywalker

Warnings: 18+ smut, swearing, using pet names?, public sex

I wrote this over the span of a few months so please forgive me if it’s a bit incoherent and I have not had the chance to correct my mistakes x

‘What are you doing’, comes a voice from the darkness behind you, drawing out a quiet gasp from your lips as your eyes widen a fraction in suprise. It was posed as more of a demand than a question, as all questions seemed to be when they came from Anakin Skywalker. You had sensed a presence approaching even before you had heard his footsteps, and yet you still felt your heart slightly pick up speed at the sound of his voice. Your master never ceased to surprise you.

Having realised he had actually asked you a question, albeit his tone said otherwise, you tilted your head in his direction from where you were leaning against a cold stoned pillar. It was always dark in the corridors of the Jedi temple due to the evident lack of lighting, so the material world and its accompanying shadow all seemed to melt together into a general dull blue tone. But the gentle slopes and crevices of Anakin’s face were illuminated softly by the glare of the moon; you had always thought that the scar etched along his eye was beautiful. He did not.

‘I couldn’t sleep,’ you finally replied, not really sure what else to say. It wasn’t a lie. You tried to go to bed, shutting your eyes and meditating with the hope of quietening your ever-clouded mind. It was a wonder you managed to have any control over the force with the number of thoughts passing in and out of your brain every second of the day. It was no wonder - there was always so much to think about. There was the mission you were assigned to go on with Obi-Wan, the galaxy - wide clone wars the Jedi were relentless fighting through, your training sessions with Anakin, the way Anakin fought, the way he spoke, the way he looked at you…

‘Why is that?’ he asked as he approached you in his nonchalant way, walking slowly to lean on the pillar opposite you, wearing a look of slight concern. He was now stood in a particularly bright beam of moonlight. You combed your fingers through your hair, out of your face and eyes as you looked up into his, now more clearly illuminated. ‘Just thinking about going to Corusant with Obi-Wan in a few days,’ you replied. Once again, it wasn’t technically a lie. It was definitely a prevalent thought in your mind. You had just decided not to disclose the whole truth to your young master. Anakin took a few steps forward to stand before you. Your eyes followed as his hand moved to gently touch your shoulder, in a gesture you assumed was meant to comfort you. It did not.

‘Something else is clearly bothering you. We didn’t get captured on Naboo and imprisoned together for weeks for you to now conceal things from me y/n. If somethings on your mind, you can tell me’, he chuckled slightly, with that rich, earthy laughter that filled you simultaneously with a sense of longing and dread. Jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments. Everyone knew that. Love could be your greatest strength, but in the end your very downfall. You weren’t going to confess any sort of feelings to your master. It would be wrong in every way. And yet…

‘Hey,’ he whispered, reaching a hand beneath your chin and tilting your head up with featherlight touch. ‘It’s me. What’s going on.’ You shook your head slightly, trying to clear your thoughts just as you had failed to do so a mere half an hour ago. Shockingly, Anakin’s lips being just a breath away did nothing to satiate the increase in your lack of control, and you saw a shift behind his eyes as he somehow picked up on the way you seemed to react to his touch. The sudden change in his demeanour went unnoticed by you. What was going on in that maze of a mind of his? Instead of removing his hand, something seemed to register in his mind, and another part seemed to make a choice.

‘So that’s why’ he muttered, more to himself than anything else, removing his hand and yet not stepping even an inch away. ‘What?’ you questioned helplessly, eyes darting nervously around the desolate corridors, as if you would find an explanation to his behaviour there. ‘If you wanted me so badly, why didn’t you say so’, his voice came out more as a whisper than anything else, forced through a subtle smirk overtaking his features. You blinked. ‘I don’t know what you mean, master,’ you answered, feeling you legs border a state of collapse. ‘I think you do,’ his voice had lowered in pitch to a deeper tone that seemed to wrap around your every nerve. He tilted his head, looking down at you as if the answer was obvious. His hands moved down, daring to trail lower until they held you by your waist. He leaned down ever so slightly, face inches away from yours.

‘Why can’t you sleep’ he asked in his demanding tone once more, this time with a spark you hadn’t seen before behind it. ‘I already told you, I was…’ you tried to give him your bullshit explanation once more but his hands were snaking around your waist and moving impossibly lower into a very dangerous territory. Your breath stuttered, eyes momentarily looking up to his before immediately darting away. ‘Attachments are forbidden. You can’t develop feelings at risk of endangering…’ you tried once more before he cut you off once more. ‘So you want me to just…’ he started, removing his hands and holding them up in the air as if they weren’t wrapped around you mere moments ago, taking a step back. ‘…forget what is so clear to me now and pretend like I’m not aware of what we so clearly want to do to each other?’

The genuineness of his question took you by surprise. Yet again. ‘W…what we want to do to each-other?’ you breathed out, searching in his eyes for a lie. You could not find one. He rolled his eyes, looking down at you as he did before, this time with an unmistakable look of desire. Your brows furrowed as if in deep thought. ‘If you don’t want me to take you right here whilst the whole temple is asleep and make you feel things you couldn’t even imagine, then please. Do tell’. He finished with a shrug that could have sent you to your knees. You weighed up your options for what seemed like an eternity to Anakin, who was hoping with his while being that you wouldn’t send him away. After a drawn out silence, he was about to finally turn away and leave you to your thoughts before he found you tugging him towards you using the force, pulling him down by his robes into a long awaited kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours, a welcome contrast to the cool pillar that Anakin was now pressing you up against.

You closed your eyes as you immersed yourself in Anakin’s every touch. His large hands found themselves wrapped around your waist once more, this time with an added touch of his knee pressing up between your legs making you feel euphoric. His kisses were slow and meaningful, a welcome contrast to his usual snarky coldness. Soon you felt his hands move to your thighs, pulling you up with outstanding ease to wrap your legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, you tangled your hands in his hair, breathing in his scent and moaning quietly into his mouth when you felt his prominent bulge press against your core.

He broke the kiss, almost in surprise due to the small sound that managed to escape your lips. He opened his mouth for a moment as if to say something but apparently decided to withhold his comment, shutting it promptly, his eyes looking up into yours as he held you. ‘What?’ you demanded, looking down into his glinting eyes. ‘Nothing princess’ he tried, leaning in to capture your lips but you quickly moved your hand and tugged his hair sharply to tilt his head away from yours. You weren’t expecting the man to moan from the sting and your eyes widened when it was his turn to say ‘what?’ as he grinned up at you. ‘What we’re you going to say?’ you asked, raising an eyebrow, warning him not to lean in again until he provides you with a satisfactory answer.

He looked down for a moment. ‘Have you done this before?’ he asked softly, looking back into your eyes with a more genuine look, any traces of a smirk all but gone. You nodded. ‘Once, during my first year of training. Have you?’ He laughed at this, nodding in a way that told you all you needed to know. You felt a slight pang of jealousy and it must have seeped through your attempt at a careless look, as he quickly responded ‘not for a long time, though. Never with someone I actually cared for, until now. Fuck his god forsaken way of making you want to melt into a puddle right there, a blush creeping up your décolletage.

Before he could make fun of you, you placed you hands either side of his face and pulled him in roughly, feeling him slightly pull you against himself, grinding into you. Even these small amounts of friction over clothed fabric were making your head spin. You needed him all, right now. ‘Fuck me master, please’ you whined as you ground down on his dick particularly hard, causing him to groan. ‘You’re really gonna call me master right now and expect me not to fuck you?’ he groaned, making you laugh slightly at the way it seemed to turn him on in this context. But he quickly moved his hands to your waist, helping you back to the ground, towering over you with an air of hesitancy as he asked for the final time ‘you sure?’

You nodded furiously, trying to reach for his trousers but he caught your wrists, holding them in their place. It was a shame to say the action only turned you on more. ‘I need your words, princess’ he said in a somewhat serious tone, with the pet name doing nothing to ease the wetness growing down below. ‘Yes. Yes, fuck yes’ you reiterated, snatching your hands out of his loosened grip and scrambling to get his clothes off. He did the same to you, panting with impatience and soon there you both were; you were pressed up against the wall, the tip of his cock at your entrance, dripping with anticipation and staring deep into his eyes as if your life depended on it.

‘Put it in’ you whispered, attempting to mirror his smirk before it was wiped clean off, only to be replaced by your jaw dropping as his cock finally entered you. He was slow and purposefully careful with his actions, but with every inch that entered you your legs grew weaker. He picked up one of your legs to wrap around his waist as he got closer to bottoming out, pushing in impossibly deeper as you whined from both the pleasure and slight burn. He peppered kisses along your jaw and neck to distract you from the slight initial discomfort, praising you for being ‘such a good girl’ and ‘taking me so well’. Finally, he was all the way in and he rested his forehead against yours as he waited for you to adjust. You were both panting, relishing the mere feeling of being so close and intimate with each-other for the first time. When he finally felt you pull his waist in with the leg that was positioned around him, you swore you heard him sigh with relief as he began to move.

The first thrust sent you to another plane of existence. He felt so good and you were sure your incessant whines let him know just that. It didn’t help that he was kissing your neck, moving to your ear to whisper ‘you look so pretty like this, with my cock inside you. Squeezing me so well’. You wouldn’t have previously considered yourself as having a praise kink, but maybe it was a subject that needed to be seriously considered. He continued to pound into you, with you holding on to his broad shoulders for dear life. ‘Don’t stop Anakin…I’m getting close’ you whisper-screamed, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his pace nearly doubled with his thrusts feeling stronger and deeper with every passing second.

Your moans grew breathless and animalistic as he reached down to rub circles on your clit, stimulating you thoroughly both inside and out. Soon you were starting to feel overstimulated as you neared the edge of your release, swearing you could feel tears brimming your eyes which were tightly shut. ‘Fuck, feels so good…master’ you choked out, resulting in Anakin’s cock twitching deliciously inside you at the name. ‘Come for me, princess. I wanna see you come’ Anakin’s voice wavered in an almost whine as his lips brushed against your neck, moving to suck a mark there as a threatening reminder of your sins tomorrow morning. Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, you felt his hand clamping down on your mouth, a feeble attempt at muffling your cries of pleasure which you were surprisingly grateful for. You couldn’t stress enough how much you did not want Obi Wan to see your master fucking you, let alone a Jedi you weren’t close with. The movements of his dick reaching places you don’t think even you had ever touched, along with the motions of his hand on your clit and other hand on your mouth all swiftly pushed you over the edge and you came hard, walls clamping down on his dick, whining into his hand. You threw your head back against the wall, hands scrambling to hold onto something to ground you and prevent you from going insane at how good he felt.

Soon you felt his thrusts falter as you began to come down from your high, moving to comb your fingers through his hair as you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up as he reached his own orgasm. He groaned quietly as you panted, trying to not only catch your breath but also regain your grasp on reality. He pulled out of you as he began to soften, moving to kneel before you, to your surprise. ‘What are doing An…’ you started as his face neared your core before his tongue licked a clean swipe up your folds, undoubtedly tasting the mixture of his cum and your juices on his tongue. You wanted to stop him, cringing at the thought, but the way his tongue was moving had you going weak. You fought through the overstimulation as his tongue slid inside of you briefly, unwilling to push him away when you looked down to see the sight of your master on his knees. Just for you. Once he was done with apparently cleaning you up, he pressed a kiss to your oversensitive clit, causing you to shudder and press your back further into the cold wall.

He got up to stand before you regaining his full height, suddenly looking rather vulnerable. You watched him pull on his clothes from the heap on the floor, mirroring his actions yourself. If he hadn’t just been inside of you, you probably would have felt a slight pang of panic at the way he looked so unlike his usual cocky self. But it was completely silent. ‘I should get to bed’ you stated awkwardly to break the quiet, starting to walk off, but you felt a hand quickly catch your wrist, pulling you in flush against Anakin’s warm yet built chest, soft lips meeting yours in a quick but meaningful kiss. Anakin pulled back, sincerity filling his gentle gaze. ‘Thank you, y/n’ he whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at him genuinely, pressing your hand to his warm cheek for a moment, relishing the feeling of his skin against yours. ‘Thank you, Ani’ you echoed, before quickly turning and moving swiftly down the corridor in the direction of the sleeping chambers in order to escape the now weird atmosphere that seemed to suffocate you. How the hell were you going to face your master tomorrow having now fucked him.

@petersniya

#smut #fanfic #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin x y/n #star wars smut #star wars #anakinskywalker #darth vader #obi wan kenobi #jedi

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whatthefishh · 3 years ago

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Office Hours

Summary: You get invited to a Frat party, but Professor Grant just might have something to say about it.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @kittyofalltrades

Kitty and I wrote this with too much fun, tbfh.

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