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too-deviant · 1 year ago

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strategic manoeuvre.

— WITH…ART DONALDSON!

contains...babysitter!reader, age gap, 18+ MDNI, art cheats w reader but it is lowkey implied that tashi planned the whole thing, car sex, semi-public sex, head (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, inspired by this post from @traumatrios

You had never been interested in tennis before Art.

You weren’t interested in sports at all, really — you just wanted to buckle down and focus on your college work, earn some money with an easy part-time job. You didn’t have time to follow sports, or anything else.

But then you got a call. You had been in the middle of a lecture when your phone buzzed against your notebook, a California number shining up at you and enticing you to pick up. Normally you would’ve let it go to voicemail, but you had recently gone around some of the fancier hotels in your city with flyers, asking for babysitting jobs and posting your number, so you excused yourself with a wave and took the call in the hallway.

You didn’t know who Tashi Donaldson was when she introduced herself, but the hotel she’d asked you to come to later that night was fancy enough that you didn’t question it. You had done an extensive google search afterwards, of course, but simply raised an impressed brow at her repertoire.

Then you met Art, her tennis player husband and the father of the lovely little girl you would be taking care of, and suddenly you were pretty interested in tennis.

It started when Lily had a bad nightmare and you couldn’t get her down — well, it started when you met the guy, palm sweaty in his own as he introduced himself, but it didn’t really start until you had to put one of his old games on the TV for the girl to watch until she fell asleep at your side, tear tracks from her bad dream dry on her cheeks.

You had been planning on carrying her back to her bed when she was down for the count, but you had been so fixated on Art’s movements; his determined look, his arms, his legs, that you ended up dropping out too. You woke up a few hours later with a blanket over your body and Art standing quietly at the kitchen island behind the sofa.

“You looked peaceful. Didn't wanna wake you.” He’d said, sipping at his tea, and you knew you were done for.

Now all of a sudden you had time to watch a tennis match in the morning, play one as background noise while you studied. You had started following his tennis journey right from the Junior Open in 2006 — you didn’t think you'd ever actually see him again, but you could fantasise about it whenever you remembered the smell of his cologne as he thanked you for taking care of Lily, promising a big tip would go straight into your account in the morning.

(The money went in fifteen minutes after you’d left).

It came as a pleasant surprise when Tashi’s number popped up on your screen once more, a few months later. You had been in your kitchen, and took the call the moment you recognised the digits.

“We’re a little ways out of town.” She’d said, “But Lily raved about you for days after last time, and we know you better than a stranger. If you can’t make it out here, don’t worry, but we still wanted to try our luck.”

We she’d said. As in her and Art.

You cursed yourself for lusting after a married man in the uber to the hotel.

From then on out, you became their primary babysitter. Since they travelled a lot, and Tashi’s mom was with them most of the time, you only really sat for them once every couple of months. The town you lived in was sunny and had a huge private sports centre for professional athletes — a fact you weren’t aware of until Art told you over a cup of tea — so they always came back. You were glad you could count on them coming back — it was like magic, the way your phone lit up with Tashi’s now saved contact whenever the late night bingeing of matches and interviews stopped fueling your infatuation.

The guilt was almost enough to make you ignore it, say you were busy or just get a new number all together. But you never did. As much as you knew it was wrong, you always dropped what you were doing and drove to that cushy hotel where the receptionist knew your face and let you in with a smile. You travelled that same memorised route to the master suite, knocked on the door and made sure you were standing far enough away from the peep hole that you didn’t look weird and distorted when Art would look through before letting you in.

It was always Art now. Tashi had greeted you a few times but lately it had always been him — a sick part of you thought she might’ve known about your crush on him, played with it for fun because she couldn’t play tennis anymore. But that was crazy, and you really needed to sort yourself out.

You would greet him with a smile, push through the small talk, lean up against the kitchen island and watch his shirt stretch around the planes of his back as he made you coffee (On those unlucky days he would be wearing a shirt. Sometimes he would be just done with warm ups and physio and would answer the door half naked and covered in sweat. Those were the good days). Then Lily would come running at you from her room, hug you around your waist and pull you in to play; Art would laugh and grin at you, sliding the coffee cup in your direction and holding your eyes before heading to his room to get ready.

You would be knee deep in headless barbies and chewed up polly pocket clothes when he and would return, dressed up and ready to go. He would lean down, kiss Lily on the forehead, and press his hand to your back in a silent goodbye. Then he would leave, and you would spend the whole day trying to pull yourself together.

He was married. He was ten years older than you. He had a child, and was paying you to look after her.

But he always made you coffee when you arrived — just how you liked it because he remembered. He always checked in on you, asked you how your life was while you nursed the mug that was warm from the beverage and his hands. He would tell Lily to behave for you because We like her, and we don’t want to scare her off. He would let his land linger on your back half a second longer every single time he left.

But.

But Tashi was the one who would call you. She was the one who made you coffee the first time, told you it was the least they could do for you. She would walk out of her room with Art, smile at you and tell you how beautiful you look in that shirt. She would grin at you before leaving, waiting patiently by the door for her husband to take his hand off your back.

You were evil. Truly. The guy was married.

But as evil as you were, you always made sure there was an old game of his playing on the TV when they would return — because then Art would prompt you to stay and listen to him talk about it. And you would have an excuse to lean up against that island and watch him make tea while Tashi excused herself to bed. Hours would pass before he was checking his watch and hissing out an apology for keeping you so late, and then letting you leave.

The first couple of times he’d simply make sure you got in your uber safely. Then he started calling cars himself, the same ones that would drive him and his family to and from matches, press events. The same sort of service celebrites used, not their babysitters. You didn’t mind — it was a thrill, listening to him ask the person behind the wheel to make sure you got back safely.

(The bar was under the court at this point, but at least you were aware of that).

But tonight was different. In more ways than one.

In the beginning, all was the same. You were left sitting on the plush carpet of Lily’s room surrounded by lego pieces, a burning in your gut and guilt in your heart. You played doctor, you made dinner, ordered room service after her relentless begging, put on a movie, carried her sleeping form to bed, came back and watched Art play tennis until he returned.

You had started to run out of games to watch, ones you hadn’t already seen, so settled for an old game from 2006. He was playing against his old partner, Patrick something, and you wondered where the lesser known second half of Fire and Ice had disappeared to after that night.

Then Art came back, Tashi right behind him, and you smiled at them both over the back of the sofa. Tashi watched the game, something unfamiliar glinting in her irises, before blinking back at Art, “I’m going to bed.”

He responded a little slower, kissing her goodnight and looking back at you, “Tea? This game was one of my most memorable.”

“Even though you lost?” You teased, leaning against the marble.

He paused, looking back at you. He blinked, “Yeah.”

You drank your tea. You pretended like you weren’t full of shame for standing that inch closer to him. You let him talk until he had nothing left to talk about, and watched him check his watch. You waited for him to pick up the phone and call the car — only he paused by the phone, hand floating just before it, and retracted his steps to the kitchen, “I’m gonna drive you back, if it’s not too much trouble. Saves waking up my driver.”

“Oh.” Your fingers twitched, and you told them to stop. “Sure, of course.”

Art’s car wasn’t what you had expected. Thinking back on it, he didn’t seem like the sports car type, but his status and riches led you to assume you were about to get into one of the two seats in his Bugatti — you didn’t. The black jeep was expensive enough for someone like him, but close enough to home that you didn’t feel like an outsider climbing into the passenger seat.

The drive wasn’t all that far — twenty minutes both ways, so Art would’ve been back before Tashi fell asleep if he hadn't pulled into a parking lot five minutes out.

Your lips parted, eyes following his hands as they slid slowly off the wheel and into his thighs. His chest rose with a deep breath and his jaw constricted when he swallowed. Then he was looking at you, eyes piercing.

“Lily likes you.”

You were unsure, feet shifting beneath you, the sound encasing the silence of the space and forcing you to stop and blink, “I’m glad. I like her.”

“Tashi likes you.”

You weren’t too positive that she would like you if she could feel how you were feeling now — that all too familiar heartbeat pulsing between your legs with every one of Art’s breaths.

“I like you.” He finished, tilting his head until his temple rested softly on the headrest of his seat. His smile was almost taunting when he undid his seatbelt, “Which is your favourite?”

“What?”

“The games.” He clarified, knowing his question was too broad and that you would have to ask, “The ones you watch every time you’re over. The ones I assume you watch even when you aren’t sitting for us. My games. Which is your favourite?”

“Oh. Um —“ Slightly distracted by the way he shed his jacket, dumping it in the backseat. He’d lent all the way forward to take it off and his eyes didn’t leave yours once. “I don’t know.”

“The one you were watching tonight.” He asked then, “What’d you think of it? Honestly.”

“Honestly?” You swallowed, mortified that you were even entertaining this, “You looked a little distracted.”

He huffed a laugh, finally looking away and letting you breathe. It didn’t last long, because he was then getting out of the car and rounding the front of it.

The breeze was cool when it hit you, Art blocking most of it from where he stood in the gap. His hand was still on the handle, but you were busy unbuckling your own seatbelt — the message had been received, you had crossed a line and he was kicking you out of his car.

But when you turned, legs swinging carefully into the cold, his hand on your knee stopped you from really getting out. Your eyes snapped up to his, and you realised you had been caged — with one hand on the door and one hand on you, Art Donaldson had you right where you had been dreaming of him having you. It felt surreal.

“My opponent. In the game from tonight.” He breathed, glancing around casually like you were having one of your simple conversations over tea. “He slept with my wife.”

Out of all the things…

“What?” Your eyes darted between his, but the rest of your body otherwise remained still. Even when his hand on your knee travelled upwards.

“He’d slept with her before. In college. We weren’t together then.” He was now watching his hand move, like he wasn’t the one moving it, “But then he slept with her again, in Atlanta. After I’d already married her.”

“Wow.” You breathed, mainly because it was the easiest word you could slide out of your mouth whilst holding your breath. His fingers reached your thigh, begged to dip between them. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He was quick to respond. Your legs parted on instinct, and at this point you had surrendered to being an awful person — although maybe you’d fallen asleep on the couch and this was all a dream. You didn’t think you’d be able to face Art if it was. You couldn’t even face him now.

He took the newfound space for granted, stepping between your legs and holding them open with his body. His hand on the door followed him, taking its new place on your other leg. He rubbed up and down your thighs, but you couldn’t look away from his face.

“I don’t want you watching him play.” He spoke lowly, tracing his fingertips around your waistband, “I’ve seen enough of his games.”

“Okay.” You didn’t hesitate to let out, swallowing the hungered saliva that had built up in your mouth.

He unbuttoned your jeans, pulled the zipper down — painstakingly slow, but it allowed you time to brace your hands on the seat and the dashboard so you could raise your hips and let him slide them off you.

You were stuck in your head, but Art didn’t seem to notice since he was too busy folding your jeans and hanging them over the open car door. You dared question it through a heavy breath but he just moved on to your panties, throwing them precariously on the dashboard and exposing your glittering cunt to his bright eyes.

“We shouldn’t —“ It was a half-assed attempt at reconciling with your guilt, but the fact that you were half naked and spread eagle made it lose its meaning.

Art shushed you, kneeling down so he was looking at your pussy, “We can, and we will.” Then he glanced back at you, brow arched, “Unless you don’t want to.”

Any sense of rationale had fucked off when he put his hand on your leg, so you swallowed and said, “I want to.”

He wasted no time, licking a thick stripe from your asshole to your clit. You knocked your head back with a gasped moan, bucking into him and hissing when the gear stick poked you in the back when you led back too far.

You let out a shaky breath as he lapped you up, tongue dipping inside of you before travelling up to that sweet spot and sucking at it gently. You gasped and moaned, hands scrambling between holding yourself up and holding him down. His own were resting on your thighs — his calm and collected demeanour was a drastic contradiction from your own.

His head nodded calmly between your legs, relaxed in its position — yours, shaky and tense all at once, neck bracing whenever you fell back. His hands tapped soft melodies on your skin whereas yours tightened around whatever was in their old, whether that be the leather of the seats or the blonde of Art’s hair.

When he finally came up for air, his chin was coated in your slick, and he licked his lips clean before straightening up above you. You watched, paralysed, while he unbuckled his belt, threw it over the door with your jeans, and sent you a look under his lashes that you’d only seen him wear during his tennis matches.

You had been keeping quiet earlier, but when he bottomed out inside you and started to piston, your mind went wild. Choruses of Oh my God and Fuck!, shouts of Art’s name and whimpers under your breath — it all came tumbling out and you couldn’t even try and stop it.

Not that you wanted to; your vocality seemed to make him go faster, harder. It made him vocal, no longer calm and relaxed as he had been when eating you out, but loud and gruff. Grunts and moans you had dreamt about hearing outside of a television screen, now being huffed into the air you shared.

You came with a whine and Art followed not long after, and you settled there for a moment — legs spread in his passenger seat with him standing between them — until you could muster up the strength to push yourself up.

Five minutes later and you were both dressed, Art’s black jeep parked outside of your apartment building. You hadn’t exchanged any more words, but when you turned to slam the door once you had jumped out, you found his eyes on yours.

“I have a game this weekend. Two hours out. Tashi wanted you to come. A gift, for all you’ve done for us.”

(You went to the game. Art won. Tashi grinned like she’d made it happen and then offered to buy you a drink).

divider by @cafekitsune !!

#art donaldson #art donaldson x you #art donaldson x reader #art challengers #art donaldson smut #babysitter!reader #challengers #challengers movie #@lia’s works #tashi duncan

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heeheeswifey · 1 month ago

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nerd!sunghoon headcannons

MDNI!!

nerds cant fuck, or can they?

huge thanks to my sister for helping me out w this one, luv u bby @hoonieswifeyy 👅💕

nerd!sunghoon who can't help but steal glances at you during lectures.

nerd!sunghoon whos a bit of a perv, glancing down to see if he can catch a glimpse of what's under your skirt.

nerd!sunghoon who helps you with your work in class.

nerd!sunghoon who trails behind you everywhere you go on campus, like a lost puppy..

nerd!sunghoon who musters up the courage to talk to you, asking you about your hobbies, and whatnot..

nerd!sunghoon who finds out you love penguins!!

nerd!sunghoon who finally got your number.

nerd!sunghoon who got invited to watch one of your -- games, maybe you've grown fond of him..

nerd!sunghoon who's efforts to be with you finally paid off.

nerd!sunghoon whos eating you out in one of the gym showers after everyone's gone, as a reward for winning your game.

"mmf- am I doing this r-right?" He asks, before looking up at you, the hot water cascading down your bodies. he flicked his tongue, muscular arms holding you up against the wall. "y-yeah..so good, 'hoonie..juuust- like that.." you whined, head thrown back due to the pleasure he was causing.

He moved his head up so he could get a better angle on you, his tongue licking a trail up and down, occasionally flicking over your clit, teasing you with just enough pressure to drive you crazy, but not enough to give you any semblance of release. "You taste amazing, princess.." he whimpers out, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was driving you wild with need, his hands holding you up firm as he started to lose control, his mind now consumed with only you, and your pussy.

He thrusted his fingers into your cunt, desperately sucking at you, trying to push you over the edge. he pulled his fingers out and focused on your clit, teasing it as his tongue slipped in between your folds. He was now licking you more eagerly, lapping at your cunt, as he looked at you with lustful eyes. He wanted to go slow, but he also wanted to make you feel good. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he sure was enjoying himself while doing it. "Like this? Does this feel good?" he whispers, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. "'hoonie..t-too good, a-ahn..!~" you cry out, fingers gripping his hair tight as you tried pushing him away, thighs closing in around his head. but he didn't let up, prying your thighs open, pushing his head further between them, as he spread your wetness, trying to bury himself impossibly deeper into your aching core, lips sucking at your core, tongue flicking over your clit, as he teasingly pushed him thumb into you dripping hole. he felt it, you were so close, all he had to was push you over the edge.

his hand trailed up, before prodding at your entrance with his middle and ring finger. he looked up, pulling away for a moment, before spitting on his fingers, pushing it into your aching cunt. He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around his fingers as he pushed into you, and he couldn't resist the urge to curl them up, trying to reach just the right spot in you as his mouth continued to work on your clit. He pulled back, letting a fat, wet glob of spit fall from his lips, as he watched in dribble down your folds, mouth attaching to your clit, tongue lapping up your juices hungrily. He felt the beginnings of your orgasm beginning to build, and he could tell that it was going to be a powerful one, and he wanted to push you over the edge, just with his touch.

"princess, i could eat you all day, mmf..- so wet, and so fucking delicious.." he groaned, lips attaching to your clit as he sucked, hard. just then, his fingers slid into you hole again, moving and curling up to reach your sweet spot. "are you close yet, beautiful? can you c-cum on my tongue f'me? like a good girl.?" He questioned, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring you over the edge. suddenly, sunghoon felt you squirt, all over his face. the gush of liquid took him by surprise, but he pulled away, using his fingers to rub over your folds, encouraging more of your release. you tried catching your breath, before feeling his lips wrap around you swollen nub. "n-no, too- mmhnn~ sensitive!-" you moan out, before he pulled away, gently placing your feet on the ground again, the water streaming down both your bodies, before his lips connected to yours in a needy, desperate kiss. his tongue intertwined with yours, before he moved away, holding you close by the waist. "you did so good, baby.. can i give you some more.?" he asks, not waiting for a response, before pinning you to one of the glass doors, perky tits pressing against the cold glass. anyone passing by could see, but sunghoon could care less.

"sorry for making you wait too long, baby..I'll make it up to you." he speaks, one hand grabbing your hip, the other pulling your head back, his mouth attacking your neck. he felt you move your backside against him , mouth suckling at your shoulder, before his other hand groped your breast. he thumbed at your sensitive nipple, pinching it between your fingers, before pressing you against the door once more. he held your hips, looking down before aligning his hard, lengthy cock with your entrance, gently pushing the tip in, before he slipped out, coating himself in your wetness, the head nudging at your sensitive bud. he pushed in once more, a sigh escaping his lips as he entered you for the first time, and- oh. you were so warm, and tight, and your walls clenching down on him like there was no tomorrow. he hadn't had good pussy in ages, he wasn't planning to hold back at all. "you're so tight..'nd wet, baby..-is it all f'me? for hoonie?" he says, before burying himself to the hilt, a desperate whine slipping from his lips. he thrusted gently, cockhead sliding against your cervix. "h-hoonie..'ts so big.." you say, in a breathless tone, feeling your knees buck, clit pulsing for attention. he kept thrusting, angling his hips at a different angle, trying to aim himself to hit the spot that made you go crazy.

a string of moans and cries escaped your kiss-bitten lips, as you tried your best not to fall, feeling your legs shake uncontrollably, his hips slamming against yours with renowned fervor. he grabbed one of your legs, keeping it slung over his arm, before thrusting harder than before, his tip hitting the spongy spot inside of your cunt with every thrust. "all mine.. you're all mine now, princess.." he whispered into your ear, leaning forward to suck at your earlobez his thrusts never stopping. "y-yours, hoonie! 'm jus' for you- mmnhh~" you moaned, feeling your body push against the glass with each thrust, eyes rolling into the back of your head, orgasm inching closer and closer. at that moment, his thrusts got rougher, piercing gaze locked onto where you both were connected, seeing the white ring of cum around the base of his cock.

he kneaded your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he spread them apart, spitting onto your cunt once more. he leaned down, tongue licking at your ear before he spoke. "can you squirt f'me again, darling? wan' t'see you make a mess of my cock.." he whispers, free hand moving down to your dripping wetness, his middle finger rubbing tight circles harshly on your clit. "'m close..o-oh fuck!-~" you moaned, before he felt your walls clench down on him tightly, before he had to pull out, seeing you coat his lower abdomen, and his hardness with the warm liquid spurting out of your wetness. he rubbed your clit sideways, in a fast motion. he muttered praises in your ear, not even waiting for you to come down from your high, sliding his cockhead between your folds, pushing into your hole once more. "sorry, princess..I know your sensitive, can you wait a bit for me.?- mmfh..~ 'jus a littlee bit more.." he says, thrusts turning sloppier, and sloppier, before he pushed himself balls deep in your cunt, feeling your cunt contract around his cock repeatedly, as he reached his peak. he pumped his fat cock into you, riding out his high, all whilst pushing his seed deeper into your dripping hole. he slowly pulled his softening cock out of your used hole, before pushing his thumb into your dripping hole. "wait..'need to get this back in here.."

nerd!sunghoon who officially made you his girlfriend, giving you a big penguin plushie! (he'll ruin you when it's looking, btw.)

#sunghoon #park sunghoon #smut #enhypen #enha #enha smut #sunghoon enha smut #park sunghoon smut #enha sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut #enha sunghoon #hyung line smut #enha hard thoughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon headcanons #enhypen smut #wiwiwi

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austinbutlerslovers · 1 year ago

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Teachers Pet

Label Mature 18+

Summary When you begin to fail Professor Butlers advanced math class in college because you can’t stop fantasizing about him, he comes up with a way to satisfy your lust and increase your grade simultaneously. When you are finally on the verge of receiving an F he propositions you. The more you sexually gratify him the higher he will raise your grade.

Student teacher relationship

🚨 Depraved smut 🚨 sex for benefits• unequal power dynamics •sex with position of power• sex with a teacher •manipulation •coercion• long con• forced exposure to self pleasure • coercion seeing self pleasure• romance denial • sexual obsession• edging •fingering • clit play• panty play• oral sex fem receiving• size kink• p in v•multiple orgasms•squirting• ejaculated on •dubcon

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Teachers Pet

‘Professor Butler’ You wrote his name in your note book encircling it with hearts as you smiled to yourself.

He was your advanced mathematics teacher in college and even though his class became extremely difficult you still wanted to be so smart for him.

You look up from your note book in his class and watch him drawing odd shapes on the board explaining a theory for the test tomorrow. You already know you are definitely going to fail.

All you do is get lost staring at him on full display in front of the class now.

When he would walk around the room being engaging you would stare lustfully at his fit body.

When he neared your desk reading from his math text book to the class you would study his handsome face.

When he would explain a new theory looking sternly as he wrote out the equations you would stare into the depths of his blue eyes.

You were especially drawn to his full lips, the way they would curve into a smile when he was passionate about an idea.

His voice was like rich honey and his body was tall and trim. With his perfectly feathered sandy brown hair, and gorgeous smile you were no longer able to pay attention to any of his lectures.

The way he dressed was classic and masculine. You especially loved the blue button up shirt he had on today. He’s worn it over a dozen times and you think it must be his favorite. He paired it with blue jeans that maybe be didn’t realize completely accentuated his cock.

It drove you wild when he would rest back on his desk and his crotch would bunch up at the zipper. You already knew he had an obscenely large cock and it made you shiver at the thought.

As he rests back on his desk in the compromising position again you began to reminisce about the time you saw his large erect cock. You squeeze your thighs shut and quickly look away biting your lower lip trying to regain composure but your core is already throbbing at this point.

You search the room to see if anyone else is aroused in the front row instead of learning math, but you are only one.

It hadn’t always been this way, before it was a simple crush, he was your very kind and handsome math teacher who adored your brilliance.

The infatuation began the first week of second semester. Professor Butler requested you to come to class half an hour early which wasn’t unusual you were his top student then.

He would go over your notes with you and have discussions about upcoming class assignments. His stance was always kneeling by you with one hand placed on your desk and the other resting on the back of your chair.

Being so close with him was very intimate. It made you feel like you were being drawn into his orbit and that every breath he took resonated with yours.

In the magnetic pull of the shared space, you could feel his warmth and his rich voice as it carried even more weight being so near.

He had you going over an advanced equation that was giving you difficulty for the upcoming test. You had never struggled in his class before and it made you apprehensive.

As you worked out the problem he began to slowly trail his thumb across your back as he held your chair. It was the first time he had ever touched you.

The air become charged with anticipation, and his touch, intentional or accidental, sparked a cascade of sensations. It is a moment you distinctly remember when time seemed to pause.

As he continued to slowly trail his thumb across your back you understood it was intentional.

You stared at the pencil in your hand which had come to a stand still on the paper.

“Does it distract when I encourage you?” He asked gently.

“N-no it’s fine” you stammered and willed yourself to finish the equation even though his touch completely altered your mindset.

He pulled the paper from your desk when you set your pencil aside and he examined your work. He slowly smirked

“You got it wrong” he said looking back into your eyes. “Try again.” He said placing the paper on your desk.

You blinked in shock that you gotten it wrong but began to work again as his striking blue eyes studied you, the pressure had never been so intense.

In that moment you weren’t sure if you were doing the work to be a good student or doing the work to be good for him.

He was only focused on you, lingering on every curve of your face and every movement of your hand as you willed it to stop shaking. You began scratching out your current work to start over. Your confidence was wavering you wanted to prove yourself so badly.

He tenderly placed his hand around yours to stop you and guided it back to a certain set of numbers in your formulation “Here is where you went wrong, this is where you second guessed yourself” he revealed. You stared over at his handsome face and desired him greatly your eyes immediately fell to his full lips before you quickly looked away.

You forced yourself to focus and found your mistake beginning to do the math correctly the second time. Thats when he slowly trailed his thumb across your back again sending ripples of sensation through your skin, igniting a spark of connection that transcended words.

You stopped working and stared straight down at your paper only able to focus on his touch. Seeing you so distracted he slowly trailed his hand up to your shoulder giving it a tender squeeze.

“I’ll let you get back to your work, but I want you to come in early again tomorrow.” He stated as he stood. You nodded in agreement and he left you to complete your work.

As you watched him walk back down to his desk you wanted him to come back you wanted him so badly. But you felt very guilty because you were well aware Professor Butler was married, he clearly wore a wedding ring on his left hand.

Due to the amount of time and proximity together you developed a deep crush on him and with just a touch it clouded your entire judgement. Was he attracted to you or was he encouraging you?

You found out the answer the next day.

Compromised

You arrived to Professor Butlers class early as he requested and entered the room silently not to distract him as he worked.

As you quietly closed the door behind yourself you finally looked to him and caught him in a position of complete compromise. With his laptop open he was pleasuring his very large cock.

You stood frozen watching him, his eyes were closed in bliss and he was making short breathy noises. You fell into a daze of arousal until his eyes opened locking with yours and shocking you out of your trance. You scurried across the room trying to pretend you didn’t see.

He quickly clicked the buttons to turn off his screen and fidgeted with his hands beneath the desk to put his large cock away before quickly standing.

He knocked over his thermos in the rush and reached for it but the container clattered to the floor sending tea flying everywhere. Hearing the noise you stopped in your tracks.

“I’m so Professor Butler I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you like that .” You said in a panic. You don’t know why but you are the one who felt embarrassed.

“What did you see?” He asked a little breathless

“N-nothing Professor Butler” you said as your hands fidgeted nervously from the lie.

You eye his shirt completely ruined as well as his desk. “Are you okay?” You asked because you know the tea must’ve been very hot.

He slowly relaxed his composure and began unbuttoning his shirt as he responded.

“Yea I’m fine I always bring a change of clothing incase of accidents like this.”

You sucked in a breath because before your could even turn he had already stripped the shirt from his body.

You blinked stunned staring at him instantly aroused by his muscular physique. As he looked up his eyes met with your gaze you quickly turned on your heels to give him privacy.

You heard him mutter “Fuck my pants are wet too” making your face blush you’d never heard him upset or cuss… ever. Nothing phased him.

You began to climb the steps to your seat as you heard him open his desk drawer. By the time you were seated he was almost finished buttoning on the new clean shirt he retrieved.

“I have to go to my office .” He announced glancing at you as he left the classroom.

The room became eerily quiet without his presence and sitting in silence you noticed the tea was still spilled on his desk. Wanting to be helpful you decided to clean it up while he was out of the room. You were also secretly dying to know what he was looking at on his laptop. Collecting a towel from the white board you came to stand at his desk wiping it down.

As you got close to his laptop patting up the liquid spilled near the keyboard you pressed the space bar and it turned on to reveal your college id picture on the screen. Your knees went weak with all the information flooding your mind at once. He was pleasuring himself to your photo before you arrived to see him.

You quickly pressed the sleep key to turn the screen off and put the towel in the class hamper. You rushed to your desk and sat down in a daze, should you leave? Should you stay? Is he going to cheat on his wife with you ?! Your heart was pounding as he entered the classroom wearing a pair of new jeans.

He walked to his desk and saw the mess had already been cleaned then he pressed his laptop screen on seeing the display, he looked up directly at you. You panicked averting your eyes quickly to your desk, you were frozen you couldn’t even pretend to do anything else.

You had such crush a crush on him yet finding out he felt the same stunned you. You wondered what would be the bigger problem for him if the school found out or his wife found out.

As he made his way up you avoided his gaze by staring down at your hands on your desk as you picked at your nails. He slowly crouched down next to you peering at you like he had done a dozen times before but this time it was different.

You watched his finger trace down your hand to get your attention as his voice broke the silence

“What did you see?” He asked again more directly.

“I didn’t see anything Professor Butler.” You answered knowing the ramifications of your next actions.

He studied your body language for the tell tale sign you are lying. Your knee bounced uncontrollably under the desk and he coyly smiled.

“You have tells when you lie.” He said gently.

“Professor… I don’t want you to get in trouble.” You blurted out.

He smiled. “What did I do that would get me in trouble ?” He said beguilingly.

You finally looked over to him and his eyes were soft and kind as he looked into yours. His gaze shifted down to your lips. He was deep in thought as he leaned closer before he hesitated regaining his senses.

“I should get ready for class” he said standing and leaving you at your desk.

Your heart broke into pieces. He had wanted you but he calculated it, and he didn’t like the odds.

After that day he no longer looked at you or smiled at you, what was far worse is that he completely ignored you. The test you studied for with him you passed but you began to fail every sub-sequential one soon after.

You knew not to an ask him for help because he would refer you to the tutoring center like he did for all his other students. When you got to a C- you finally went, and to your dismay the tutors only gave you the answer key. They were cocky and rude talking down to you and even out right dismissive when you asked for help.

You missed the way Professor Butler would gently tutor you, he helped you immensely. But he never requested to see you again and you never asked.

Knowing he desired you made you physically crave him on a subconscious level. All you could do was think about him in class, and in your dorm, you lost track of your studies in his course entirely.

Once you were at a D- you sat in bed in your dorm wondering how you lost the concept of math so quickly. You also contemplated how badly you were going to fail him for the upcoming test. You couldn’t accept your fate of receiving an official F in Professor Butlers class it was too painful.

Satisfy Your Lust

When you finally snap to attention in class Professor Butler is handing out the practice tests. You quickly put your notebook away, the test is tomorrow and you desperately hope this will help you pass.

He addresses the class as he walks the room. “Okay so now that we’ve gone over all the concepts this week, here is what you’ve all been waiting for the practice test!” he says holding up a thick stack of papers smacking it lightly in his hand.

The class groans as he begins handing a stack to the first person of each row as he continues “Hey you guys this is mandatory stuff this is what’s going to help you pass the test tomorrow I wouldn’t misguide you.” he affirms.

Professor Butler drops a stack at your row and you collect one test before handing the stack to the next student.

You feel the room shrink as you look at the hieroglyphs on the paper. You want to curl up into a ball.

Professor Butler checks his watch and then the clock above the board for the second hand.

“Okay I’m gonna call it right… about…now. You have thirty minutes to complete the practice test when you are done drop the completed packet in the basket on my desk and return to your seat” he announces to the entire class.

Everyone begins working.

Your eyes fill with fear as you look at question one, you are going to fail so badly. You shakily write your name and start. The first question is multiple choice. You work through the math on a sheet of scratch paper to get your answer.

When you check the choices your answer isn’t even there. You try question two and three before the defeat starts eating you alive. The questions only increase in complexity and you begin circling multiple choice and filling out word problems at will.

When Professor Butler kneels next to you it catches you off guard but you are hopeful that maybe he can tell you have no clue what you are doing and will finally offer assistance.

When he is eye level you look to him and are mesmerized by his stunning face again. You missed being so close to him and are comforted by his presence. He has a look of perplexity as he leans in to speak privately with you.

“I don’t know how to tell you this but…” he glances around then back to you whispering very closely not to be overheard “your legs spread open like that is very distracting to me” he confesses and checks your reaction.

Your face flushes bright red as you snap your legs together faster than lightening. His eyes soften looking at you as his full lips curve into a smile.

“Our little secret.” he says smiling at you. Being so stressed you forgot to cross your legs and the embarrassment swells inside of you.

He stands up and returns to his desk. As he is seated you can see he has full view to look directly between your legs the entire time …. and of all days you wore a mini skirt with pink panties that have little red hearts on them. You want to die.

One by one everyone stands and places their tests in the basket and you quickly fill in the remaining answers to seem timely. As you place your test in the basket Professor Butler collects it and immediately begins circling your answers in red. Your confidence plummets.

The bell rings with his stopwatch signaling the end of the practice test and you let out a sigh. You feel completely hopeless about receiving your first F tomorrow and quickly gather your back pack.

As you pass Professor Butlers desk he calls to you.

“Hey wait up a sec.” He says from his seat gesturing you back. You stop in your tracks stunned, this is the first time he’s addressed you to speak with him in days. A few girls push past you in your disorientation.

One of them even turns back to mouth “teachers pet.” to taunt you before she exits the class.

Though you were once top student of his class you are definitely not teachers pet anymore, you are going to fail him and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You stand in front of his desk as he sits and waits for everyone to leave the class. He is leaned back in his seat, fingers interlaced and elbows on the arm rests. He is in deep contemplation as he looks at you.

“How confident do you feel on your knowledge of the test tomorrow?” he asks staring at you with eyes full of inquiry.

You shift on your feet and bite your lower lip as you lie “Really good.” He watches as you nervously fidget tugging the hem of your skirt, your body obviously betraying you.

“Fail this test tomorrow and it’s an F in my class.” He says sternly and as he stands he gives you a look that adds to the sting of his words.

“I know Professor Butler“ you confess almost out right apologizing for your actions.

“What is happening with you? You were my top student?” He asks as he collects a spray bottle and cloth to wipe the board. You gaze over him lustfully as he wipes it down remembering him shirtless.

“I…I-I’ve been really distracted lately.” You admit regaining your thoughts.

“Distracted by what? This is the answer you give me every time, why won’t you tell me.” He asks earnestly as he puts the bottle and cloth away.

Professor Butler then firmly places his palms flat on his desk as he stands behind it. His blue eyes are piecing as they search yours. “If you won’t say what it is how do you expect me to help you?” He asks directly.

You bite your lower lip at the mere thought of telling him to help in the way you need him. Yes Professor Butler I sexually fantasize about you in class and want to make it a reality. I saw you pleasuring yourself and I know you want me too… you cut your thoughts short. You know he’s already made up his mind about how far he will go and he would never go for that.

The tension amplifies between you two quiet moment.

“Let me see your notes.” He demands and your eyes go wide.

“M-my notes?” You ask in shock, you know only his name is written in your notebook surrounded by hearts.

“Yes your notes the ones you should’ve been taking as I was speaking today. I practically outlined the test, but you would know if you were paying any attention.” He says giving you a glance.

Your heart beats wildly from his direct line of questioning, when he sees you are speechless he continues it.

“What are you always thinking about when I’m talking?” He asks as he walks around his desk and sits on the edge. He crosses his arms and slightly rests back directly in front of you. Your eyes immediately fall to the outline of his enormous cock in his jeans when he sits that way.

Your face flushes pink as you begin to feel so much arousal you can’t breathe all you keep thinking about is him pleasuring his big cock.

“Professor Butler I…” your words stick because you are very apprehensive to straight admit your feelings for him now.

You try again changing your answer “Professor Butler I think about other things when I should be focused on your class.” You admit.

He gives you a look of disappointment. “You second guess yourself” he says and you nod quickly hoping to be off the hook.

“Let’s go over the practice test we did in class today to see where the second guessing starts, would you like that ?” He asks uncrossing his arms.You are so grateful you literally want to kiss him.

“Yes please Professor Butler I would like that so much.” You say feeling hopeful.

He walks across the class and pulls a chair to his desk replacing it with his so you can sit with him. He motions for you to sit in his desk chair.

You feel a smile form on your face as you walk around his desk. This is the first time you’ve been alone with him in weeks and you know he has the magical key that will unlock math in your brain. You drop your back pack and sit down in his comfortable desk chair.

Your heart flutters wildly as he sits directly next to you. His sandy brown hair is feathered beautifully, his smell is pleasant, and his side profile is stunning.

You watch how his eyes sternly study your practice test looking over each answer encircled in red. He suddenly leans over you making your heart skip as he reaches his hand into the desk drawer pulling a pencil and a piece of paper.

He places them on the surface in front of you getting right to business.

“Write out this equation for me” he says placing your practice test down and pointing to question one. You slowly write out the equation in your nicest handwriting.

“Okay start breaking it into smaller equations to simplify it” he instructs. You look up to him clueless obviously you don’t know how.

He takes a deep breath. “Always so distracted ” he mutters under his breath. It shocks you that he would call you out so harshly and your heart sinks thinking this is the last time he will ever help you.

He begins to break down the equation easily his hand scribbles across your test quickly with his years of expertise on the subject.

“Try again” he says pointing to number three. You peer at his handwriting from number one to discern what he did because number three is a similar equation.

You complete the work and slide the test to him after encircling a new answer. He looks it over and his mouth curves into a smile.

“I did it right?” You ask eagerly awaiting his response.

“Well there’s a reason you’ve always been my favorite student, you are a quick learner.” he admits smiling at you before he leans over to collect your scratch paper. You can’t contain your grin when he says you are still his favorite.

“You did that so easily your steps are flawless, I taught this on Tuesday why couldn’t you grasp the concept then?” He asks earnestly studying your scratch work.

You think back in your mind to Tuesday that was his blue sweater day with light denim jeans you weren’t thinking about a thing when he wore that outfit.

“On Tuesday I wasn’t feeling well” you muster up picking at the hem of your skirt.

He tilts his head down catching your lie.

“Because your were too focused on me instead of what I was saying right” your eyes go wide all you do is stare at him and daydream, it’s impossible not to you want him so badly.

He sits back and smiles “Eye fucking is what I believe they call it “ he says smugly resting his hand across his chin gauging your reaction.

You begin to squirm and fidget as your breathing increases. You feel as if you've committed some illegal crime.

“Professor Butler I would never do that” you lie panicked tugging harder at the hem of you skirt. He suddenly gets up leaving you at his desk and goes to the door of the classroom. He locks it while you sit in place.

The energy in the room immediately changes once the lock clicks and he walks back toward you with his demeanor changed.

He stands in-front of you so closely in your chair you have to stare up at him. “Do you already know you are going to fail the test tomorrow? Be honest with me.” He says directly.

You nod “Yes of course Professor, I haven’t been taking notes or paying attention in any of your classes for weeks. I already know Im going to fail.” You say honestly.

“Is that why you flashed me your panties today?” he asks sternly as his breathing increases. “Is that what your are doing now hm? Soliciting yourself to me to improve your grade?”

Your eyes snap up to his in shock “Professor no I-I wasn’t I wouldn’t” you confess. He waits for you to nervously fidget but you are telling the truth.

You look up at him innocently “It was an honest mistake…but I can see why you would think it was on purpose. I do think of you sexually during class Professor Butler.” You out right admit

He smiles and kneels down placing his hands on the armrests trapping you in his desk chair. He turns you to face him loving the fact that you finally admitted it.

“I feel your eyes staring at me all the time during class. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing I’ve caught you staring at my cock over a dozen times now.” He says studying your body’s reaction to see how badly you want him.

Your privates begin to pulse just from him saying the word cock and you squeeze your thighs together tightly trying to contain your arousal.

The move doesn’t go unnoticed by him and he goes all in to have you.

“That’s why I never look at you during class. You have the most lustful eyes I have ever seen.” He says seductively.

Your breathing increases as he stares at you trapped by him in his chair. His eyes wander your body lustfully until he meets your gaze again.

“When I look at you I lose all my focus because I can’t get it out of my head how badly you need me to fuck you.” He says deliberately.

You let out a slight whimper

He leans in closer as you stare at his lips absorbing every word. “I think I have a solution to both of our problems, one that will fix your grade and satisfy your lust at the same time.” when he says those words your arousal goes through the roof. “I know you saw me pleasuring my self to your photo, I know I’m the reason your failing.” He confesses staring down between your thighs.

“Do you want me to improve your grade?” He asks staring back into your eyes as you readily nod. “Do you want me to satisfy your lust for me?” He asks staring at your lips.

“Y-yes please help me Professor Butler” you desperately beg. He smiles at your eagerness. “alright I’ll help you.” His says seductively.

“Before we start I have ground rules” he affirms as you stare back at him. “I’m separated but I’m still married, I could get in big trouble for this.” He says holding up his wedding ring finger as he continues “My job will be in jeopardy as well but I really want you to pass, so this has to stay our little secret, can you do that for me?“ he asks with his eyes locked on yours.

“Yes Professor Butler it will be our little secret.” You agree.

“Call me Austin” he says with a grin.

“Yes Austin it will be our little secret” you confirm

"I know you’ll keep our secret because you want this just as badly as I do. Now lift up your skirt for me” he commands

You look him in the eyes and theres a brief moment you think of stopping, but you know how badly you want him deep inside. Your hands lift your skirt pulling it all the way up your thighs exposing your panties to him.

“Fuck.” He says above a whisper seeing your already wet for him. “This is even hotter than I imagined it” he admits.

“Y-you imagine being with me Profess- - Austin?” You ask in surprise.

He trails his hand along your thighs as he speaks

“I have imagined you like this so many times, fucking you on my desk as you stare at me with those lustful eyes.” He confesses as his hand slides under your skirt skimming his fingers across the silk material of your panties. You gasp in pleasure from the feeling. “Have you ever touched yourself while you think of me” he asks as he rests his hands on your knees.

“Yes Austin” You pant out and he smiles.

“Tell me how you do it” he asks and you whimper as he leans in close and his lips slowly brush against your neck. He gently sucks onto your skin and you finally touch him reaching your hands up and running your fingers through his soft sandy brown hair as you answer.

“I-in my bed at night I think of you on top of me” you confess as he sucks your neck harder. “ a-and in the shower I imagine you infront of me.” He pulls his lips from your neck and smiles.

“The way you obey me so easily you must have been aching for me badly haven’t you?” He asks teasingly and it makes you want him even more “Open your legs for me.” he commands.

You obey and spread your legs wide open as he touches both of your thighs sliding his fingertips higher up to your pussy. You whimper as he trails them back down to stroking your legs again.

Your body is already craving his every touch and your chest begins rising and falling rapidly as he brings his hands up your thighs again. This time he strokes your pussy through the smooth fabric of your panties making you lightly moan.

“You are so wet for me” he observes as his finger tips trail your folds stopping at the nub of your clit.

"My touch feels good doesn't it?" he asks pushing his fingers against the fabric over your clit. You clench inside as he continues to guide his fingers down your pussy pressing the fabric into your folds

“You feel so good Austin” you admit with your eyes closed in passion.

Your breaths are already fast and shallow trying to hold yourself together and he hasn’t even done anything yet

"Do you know what I want to do to you?" He asks peering into your eyes as you open them.

It is very obvious what he wants to do to you as he plays with your pussy, but you still desperately want to hear him say the words, and as if he was waiting for you to ask he answers

“I'm going to play with your little pussy until I make you cum, and then I want you to make me come too” he says and slides his fingers up and down your slit, forcing the fabric against your folds as you moan.

Your back arcs as he finds your clit and presses down on it flicking his fingertip to it and making you moan even louder. He stops flicking your clit and slowly massages it alternating with stroking your pussy.

"Oh god! Austin" you cry out, gripping the edges of the chair as he fully focuses on flicking your clit.

Hearing the squishing sounds of your wetness he stops and pushes the band of your panties to the side. His fingers touch your naked flesh and you begin moaning and clenching around nothing as he fingers your bare clit and teases the inside of your folds. He doesn’t stop until you are dripping for him.

"Get naked for me.” He commands and you obey with your fingers shaking as you take off your shirt and your bra.

Once you are topless he leans in and begins licking the smooth skin around your nipples.

His fingers are still playing with your pussy, holding the band of your panties aside with his middle finger plunging inside of you as his thumb slides around your clit.

"Do you like what I’m doing to you " he asks between licks of your nipples as he slides his fingers into you. You nod with your mouth open panting because you can’t even form the words. "You're going to cum, aren't you?” He asks smiling as he feels your legs quiver against his hand.

“Y-yes!” You struggle to say.

This has always been his secret desire playing with your body for his sexual gratification.

He drew you in to push you out he wanted you afraid yet enraptured to have him, it thrilled him to manipulate you. He had been right about you all along, his favorite student, to be used and pleasured by him and only him it drove him absolutely crazy.

“You’re going to cum for me, cum right in my fucking hand and I’ll give you a C” He says increasing his pace.

"Oh god Austin," you moan out and buck your hips in time with his hand to give him exactly what he wants. Your hips and thighs flex pushing onto his fingers and his eyes hyper focus as he feels you clench down and orgasm.

He is so satisfied when he feels your warm cum pour over his plundering fingers that he begins cursing “fuck yes give it all to me” he pants out with his hand getting covered in your clear cum.

Your head falls back in ecstasy as he removes his fingers. “Lay over my desk I want to eat your pussy.” He commands your actions are delayed from the orgasm so he lifts you to stand from your chair and guides you to lay face down bent over his desk. He pulls the fabric of your skirt up to expose your ass and places his hands on the backs of your thighs kneading his thumbs on the soft flesh.

“Fuck your so perfect”. He says pulling the band of your panties to peek at your pussy “Your gonna taste so good Im presumptively raising your grade to a B” he says as you moan from his words. He focuses all his attention between your legs pushing the silky fabric of your panties into your clit “You gave me such a hard on today with your legs spread like that.” He says pulling your panties down as they cling to your wetness.

Once you step out of them he hides your panties in his shoulder bag under his desk. He immediately spreads your thighs apart with his hands and dives his mouth onto your pussy. “MMmmf” he sounds out clearly enjoying it

“M-my…god…A-austin” you moan out as your brain goes fuzzy from so many sensations running though your body at once.

He cups your ass licking your pussy harder and lifts your hips thrusting his tongue into your core as he groans. “You taste so fucking good” he says coming up for air as you whimper and moan on his desk.

He returns his mouth on you and it begins making slopping wet sounds as he flicks his tongue into your entrance and sucks your folds. Your core tightens so quickly you gasp for air from the pleasure as you squirm on his desk.

He pulls his mouth back. “Your pussy tastes so good that’s definitely B+” he admits and slides his long fingers into you pumping them in and out preparing you for his cock .

“A-au…Aus…tin…you…feel ….too …good.” you moan out on each thrust of his fingers.

“You gonna go back to your dorm after and touch yourself like this? You gonna play with your pretty pussy while you think of me?” He rasps

“Y-yes A-Austin ”you moan out louder than you expected losing your mind about to cum.

He slows his fingers inside of you. “Shhh shh we’re having too much fun I dont want to get caught.” He says smiling. You nod and he continues sinking his fingers into your soaked pussy.

You bring your hand to your mouth to stifle your moans as he goes faster thrusting his fingers into the sweet spot that makes you go weak for him.

You begin to moan louder feeling your core tightens as you clench on his fingers. “You’re close.” He says breathlessly. “You gonna cum again so I can give you an A?” He asks and you nod feverishly as you moan out “Yes… Austin” your words muffle as you moan through your hand.

He removes his fingers leaving you empty and picks your limp body up against him. “Come on home stretch I want to look at you while I fuck you.” He directs lifting you easily by your waist to sit on his desks. He spreads your legs apart and then unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.

He pulls his erection out and the sheer magnitude of its presence leaves you in awe. It’s a moment of revelation surpassing all of your expectations as you are humbled wondering how he will fit it all inside of you.

You look into his eyes with a clash of curiosity and desire, and that’s all he needs. He pulls your body flush with his trapping his cock between your navels as holds you tightly against him. His lips collide with yours in a hunger that borders on primal. There’s a rawness to it and an urgency that ignites every fibre of your being.

As you open your mouth to his it is a tumultuous dance of tongues and lips, where the line between pleasure and pain blurs as he bites your lower lip in the heat of the moment. In that whirlwind of sensation, you’re swept away by the intensity of Austins kiss, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his embrace. You whimper in his mouth as he kisses you already so overwhelmed you can no longer think.

He pulls his lips back from yours panting as he studies your face “You’re so gorgeous to me I’ve always wanted you” he admits. His fingertips trace delicate patterns on your skin leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake as he looks into your eyes. His gaze is instilled with so much intimacy and connection you instantly feel the silent reassurance that you are safe and cherished.

“I’m going to make you mine now” he says sending chills all over your body.

He takes his long cock in his hand, pumping it as he spreads your legs apart again and positions himself at your entrance. He slowly pushes in taking his time to fill you with his entire cock making sure each inch is more pleasurable than the last .

“A-A-Austin!…Oh my fuck” you moan out feeling him stretching you full of him. You grip the back of his neck and moan loudly as he settles in you.

He sucks harshly on neck while tweaking your nipples and it makes your core throb as you clench on his large girth. He begins moving and your mind empties of every rational thought as you loudly moan out his name and he covers your mouth. His skin slaps against yours as he takes control of your body. His thrusts are hard and fast as he grunts against your neck kissing and sucking it.

“Fuck you're so tight” he finally says focusing on thrusting even harder “you …feel so damn good …on my cock…even better than I imagined it.” He admits staring into your lustful eyes.

His thrusts begin to falter as his timing grows erratic and you feel the familiar tightening in your core again. Your moans are desperate and can no longer be held by just his hand.

He kisses you roughly to hold your loud pleasurable screams in as you experience the pure raw mind altering passion that can only be delivered on a huge cock. It’s something you’d never experienced in your entire life and now you were addicted.

“A-Austin I’m cumming .” You cry out gripping the edge of his desk as the orgasm sends a wave of ecstasy crashing over your entire body leaving you breathless. Your pelvic muscles tense and relax in rhythmic waves as pleasure pulses through every nerve ending of your body. “ oh fuck Austin oh fuck!” You cry out feeling yourself release cum all over his cock, onto your thighs and even his desk.

It’s dripping down your thighs as he says “holy shit” feeling you so wet his large cock practically glides in and out of you “That’s ……an ……A+… fuck I'm gonna cum!-“ he gasps.

When you feel his large cock twitch it make you cry out much louder than you should have and he pulls out shooting hot ropes of white hot cum all over your navel, moaning, grunting sweating and swearing until he’s empty.

“Hold still .” He says breathless leaning down to open a drawer. He pulls several sheets from a paper towel roll and gently cleans up your thighs and pussy before patting your stomach clear of his cum. He places paper towels over the puddle on his desk between your legs to absorb it. He keeps one hand on your waist as he leans to discards them all in the bin under his desk.

He pulls you to the edge of the desk and holds you close as you come down from your incredible high. You are euphoric as he kisses you, but this time it is tender and passionate and you feel the softness of his full lips against yours.

His finger tips caress your jaw as he smiles. “I’ve wanted you from the first day you started my class, I was never going to let you fail.” He reveals making you smile.

“Cmon we have work to do. He says pulling you down from his desk. He collects your bra and shirt handing them over to you while he zips and buckles his pants. When you pull your top down he makes a confession. “Your panties are mine now.” He admits grinning as he pulls a clean test sheet from his desk.

He sits down and pulls you onto his lap. “Let’s go over the practice test together to get you a 90% and for the rest of the semester I’ll help you pass okay.“ he says handing you a pencil.

“Really Austin?“ You say feeling so elated you smile at him.

“Yes of course you are my favorite and I made you a promise you’re getting that A+ you earned it.” He says pressing an affectionate kiss to your shoulder.

When he says you are his favorite again your heart flutters and you eagerly get to work. He helps you with each equation gently instructing you over your shoulder until the entire test is a polished gem.

“Mm look how smart my girl is” he says making you bashfully smile looking over your shoulder at him. He stares at you mesmerized. “You made me so happy that every time you step into my classroom now I’ll have to hide my smile.” He admits staring at you as he affectionately trails his thumb across your shoulder.

“How do you feel now by the way.” He asks with genuine concern. Your smile says it all

“I feel really good Austin” You admit feeling the stress and tension lifted entirely.

He pulls you around on his lap to face him and looks into your eyes. “I don’t ever want you to fail my class ever again. I want to pick you up from your dorm every weekend, so we can go over the class work at my house. I know all of your teachers and I don’t want you to stress about college anymore I’ll help you with all of your subjects. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can, ultimately I want you to be happy and succeed, can you do that for me.” He asks honestly.

“Yes Austin” you say peering into his blue eyes. You feel very safe and secure as he wraps you in his arms sitting on his lap.

Knowing that he’ll guide and mentor you is a bonus you are grateful to receive. As you sit up in his lap your breaths mingle as you stare into each others eyes and his warmth envelops you completely. With a gentle approach you press a soft and tender kiss on his lips and he closes his eyes holding you tighter.

His lips explore and trace the contours of yours with a gentle connection of intimacy that makes time seem to stand still as you seal your connection of obsession and passion. As your fingers weave through the strands of his sandy brown hair, you realize everything in this moment feels right and you wish you told him your feelings sooner.

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the hot-for-teacher fantasy (ta!harry x student!y/n)**

summary: when y/n discovers her charming, handsome college teaching assistant harry styles is also a porn star, it awakens intense lust and longing. one day, harry calls her for a private study session. she wonders what he'll teach her, oblivious that harry knows everything.

words: 4k+

warnings: flirting, fluff, smut. p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, kissing, dirty talk, creampie.

***

Y/N tried hard not to stare at her extremely good-looking teaching assistant during her Friday college lecture. But Harry Styles was just so hot, with his messy brown curls, bright green eyes, and perfect smile. His tight polo shirt clung to his muscular chest and shoulders. Y/N had to look away before she started imagining what he looked like without his shirt on.

"Girl, you're drooling again," her friend Liz teased in a whisper, nudging her.

Y/N blushed. "No, I'm not!"

Lately, she couldn't stop thinking dirty thoughts about the charming TA. His deep voice and confidence made it impossible for her to focus. There was something really familiar about Harry too, but she couldn't figure out what.

During the break, Harry passed back their graded essays. Y/N's breath caught when he got to her row.

"Nice work on this one," he rumbled, handing her the papers with a crooked grin and letting his fingers brush hers.

"T-thanks," she stammered, flustered by his touch and scent.

After class, Y/N rushed out, head spinning. Harry was just too much for her self-control sometimes. His flirty vibe and hints of his ripped body under his clothes made her imagination go wild.

Later that night, Y/N was scrolling online when she saw a weird tweet from her friend.

"'Who knew our former classmate had such an unexpected second career?'" she read out loud. "What does that mean?"

Curious, she clicked the link...and her jaw dropped. Short video clips played of a VERY naked Harry, putting on an X-rated show! He slowly stroked himself while staring intensely at the camera.

Y/N watched with wide eyes, feeling heated. So THAT'S why Harry seemed so familiar - he was a porn star!

For the next few weeks, Y/N tried to act normal around Harry in class while secretly reeling over his shocking second job. Every time he handed back papers or leaned across her desk, new fantasies popped into her mind of him in those porn videos.

Flashes of Harry's chiseled body and sexy pouts made Y/N shift in her seat, growing wet. She started touching herself at night while rewatching his videos, wishing his large hands were on her instead of himself.

"Hey, everything okay?" Harry asked after catching Y/N spacing out for the third time that lecture. "You seem...distracted."

Y/N snapped out of her daze, cheeks burning.

"What? Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a little out of it today."

Harry's brow furrowed, but he let it go and continued his notes. Y/N scolded herself - she needed to be more careful or he'd suspect something!

The semester continued torturously, with Y/N longing for the sweet yet filthy TA. She devoured every new porn clip, imagining his deep groans were because of her. Harry remained perfectly charming and professional, driving Y/N crazy.

***

One evening, he asked Y/N to stay after for help studying. Her heart pounded as they were finally alone together. Harry was dressed casually in a soft t-shirt that clung to his biceps and tight jeans that left little to the imagination.

"So, what did you need help with?" Y/N asked, trying not to stare at the bulge in his crotch.

"Actually..." Harry shut the classroom door and turned to face her with a smirk. "I know what you've been up to."

Y/N paled. "W-what do you mean?"

In one swift move, Harry crowded her against the wall, hands braced on either side of her head.

"I mean, I know you've seen my...other job," he breathed, leaning so close she could smell his sandalwood cologne. "Judging by how distracted you've been, you must be a fan.I know what you've been up to," Harry said, his voice low. "In fact, I have proof."

Y/N felt her face flush. What could he possibly know? She racked her brain but came up empty.

Harry reached into his bag and pulled out Y/N's notebook from class. He flipped through the pages until he landed on one with "H ❤️" scribbled in the margins.

"This looks an awful lot like the little doodles I've seen pop up in the chat during my streams," he said with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N's heart pounded. He knew about her watching his porn! She opened her mouth to protest, but Harry cut her off by capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

"Wanted to do this for ages," Harry growled between heated kisses down her neck. "Could feel you eye-fucking me every class."

"Harry..." she gasped as he palmed her breast. This had to be a dream!

Y/N instantly melted against him, whimpering into his mouth. They kissed hungrily, all the pent-up tension finally unleashing.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he groaned against her racing pulse in that smoky, ruined timbre that immediately flooded her core with fresh arousal. "Been driving me mad, pretty girl. Had to have you."

She had spent countless nights alone getting herself off to the fantasy of Harry - the casual acquaintance turned porn star she had established an embarrassingly strong fixation on. In those frenzied moments of pleasure chasing, her imagination had run wild with what it might feel like to have his large hands on her, to experience his undivided intensity and passion in the flesh.

But nothing could've prepared her for the reality. For this soft, reverent side of him she never could've pictured behind that dirty-mouthed and cocky boldness of his videos. Harry was watching her with those mossy green eyes, hooded but shining, his warm gaze flickering over her flushed face like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Y/N traced her fingertips over the sharp jut of his cheekbones, down the carved column of his throat, savouring the tickle of his rough stubble. She wanted to bottle the rich, woodsy scent of his cologne and sweat, to keep this moment perfectly preserved somehow. This exact pocket in time when Harry was focused solely on her, that made her heart swell and thighs quiver.

When she nodded mutely in response to his question, Harry leaned in to capture her lips in a slow, searing kiss. One large palm cradled the back of her skull, tilting her head for the perfect angle to lick into her mouth with slow and soft sweeps of his tongue. The other hand splayed over her ribs, fingertips trailing up to graze the underside of her breast, each pass lighting tiny sparks across her sensitive skin.

A soft keen parted Y/N's lips when Harry finally palmed her fully, the rough pads of his fingers finding her peaked nipple. His mouth instantly set to work soothing her desperate whimpers with deeper, more heated sweeps of his tongue. He continued paying homage to her breasts with laving kisses until she was writhing and panting.

"So pretty," murmured that devastatingly deep rumble. "So fucking soft and perfect for me, love."

Harry punctuated the dark praise with a sharp nip to the upper swell of one breast, soothing away the faint sting with rich swirls of his talented tongue. Y/N's back arched involuntarily, a strangled moan shuddering from her chest as the flare of pleasure echoed all the way to her clenching core which was already throbbing with need.

She grabbed at Harry's broad shoulders, tugging to seek out more delicious friction. But he seemed determined to drag this out as long as possible - their position putting her at his command as he mapped every inch of her squirming form in unhurried exploration.

His talented mouth continued blazing an open-mouthed path down her sternum, across the quivering plane of her belly, all while his callused palms held her hips in a firm, grounding hold. When his lips finally met the juncture of her parted thighs, Y/N let out a garbled keen, head thrashing against the hard floor.

Harry shushed her gently, nuzzling against her damp curls as his huge hands anchored her bucking hips in place.

"I've got you, sweetheart," he rumbled, hot breath ghosting over her sensitized flesh and dragging a desperate whine from her chest. "Be a good girl and let me take care of my pretty girl, okay?"

Y/N's chest felt fit to burst from the tangled storm of arousal, tenderness, and pure longing that seemingly came out of nowhere at Harry's husked promise to "take care of her properly."

She couldn't find the brainpower to formulate any response beyond a punched-out mewl, utterly spellbound already by the wicked promise in Harry's voice. She lay pliant and trembling as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, fully exposing her to the hot sweep of his piercing stare and the first scorching lap of his tongue against her aching slit.

What followed was a hazy, blissed-out oblivion of sensation as Harry set to work devouring her with so much focus. Focus she had only seen on him when he was in deep, grading papers. There were no more teasing licks or tantalizing nibbles - he dove in with determination, sucking at her slick folds and swirling his tongue in swirls around her throbbing bundle of nerves until Y/N was writhing and sobbing out his name like a prayer.

Her fingers twisted in those sweat-soaked chestnut curls, tugging and desperate for an anchor as the exquisite wash of sensation threatened to unravel her completely. Every breathless whine and whimper was duly rewarded with another purposeful flick of Harry's talented tongue, coaxing her higher and higher.

He lapped at her clit, one digit opening her quivering entrance to his assault. He pushed them in, while she arched her back, giving him a deeper angle. Wet noises erupted from between her legs, his two fingers perfectly anchoring inside, swiping against her sweet spot that had her whimpering like a muse.

He fucked his fingers in and out of her, the thick nerves on his arms seeming to be erupting to life. The same hands that she had imagined about, were now inside her cunt, wet and warm with how wet she was.

His other hand joined the slick heat of his mouth, cupping and kneading her bucking hips with possessive surety, it finally pushed her over the blissful edge. Y/N's whole body convulsed as her climax detonated with blinding intensity, keening gasps punched from her chest again and again on each bottomless wave of pleasure.

Through the whiteout ecstasy, she felt her hips being released. Then, powerful arms were scooping her up against Harry's solid chest, enveloping her entirely as aftershock tremors kept rippling through her frame. Her cries were instantly muffled as he kissed her, her taste lingering in their mouths as she drank him in.

"That's my girl," Harry praised, his voice almost low and aching with want. "So fucking gorgeous falling apart on my tongue like that, sweetheart."

Y/N could only whimper helplessly in response and manoeuvred herself closer to his sweat-slicked torso, shuddering at the raspiness of his voice. Large palms stroked soothingly up and down her back as she slowly came back to earth and rejoined gravity.

One calloused thumb caught a stray tear she hadn't even realised fell, swiping it away with tenderness. The gentle gesture finally focused Y/N's senses enough to really look up at Harry - and what she saw stole the breath from her lungs all over again.

His green eyes were molten and hooded, swirling with naked want but also something more profound. Harry gazed down at her with such adoration and protectiveness that another sob rose in her tight throat, heart spasming almost painfully.

"You're so beautiful," he rasped out. One large palm cradled the back of her skull as his lips found her swollen and panting mouth in a deep, searching kiss. "So fucking strong and brilliant and incredible. I've wanted you for so damn long, Y/N. Please let me..."

Y/N couldn't formulate a coherent reply. So instead she silently nodded, her assent between kissing him back with every ounce of frenetic passion burning through her and took Harry's full weight as he rolled them until she was cradled in his lap.

Their kiss turned searing and desperate as Harry skillfully discarded their remaining clothes. Y/N's strangled whimpers and whines were swallowed by his bruising mouth, her slick heat dragging against the hardness of his erection in tortuously light strokes.

Y/N instinctively sought out more of that maddening friction - rocking her hips up to meet Harry's in a desperate grind as she tangled her legs around his trim waist. The low, reverent rumble of approval he let out at her shamelessness made her entire body bloom with heat.

"So eager for me, aren't you love?" he husked against the swollen bow of her parted lips. Not waiting for a response, he sealed his mouth over hers in a lush, filthy kiss that left them both panting for air.

He teased her exactly to that tantalising edge of overwhelming bliss and sheer frustration until she was squirming and mewling into their heated embrace, nails scrabbling at the broad expanse of his sweat-dampened shoulders. At last, Harry tore away from her lips with a ragged groan, panting heavily as they pressed their foreheads together.

She was too far gone to feel self-conscious. The last threads of her self-restraint had snapped the second Harry palmed both cheeks of her ass in those huge, calloused hands and used his grip to pull her flush against the insistent jut of his straining cock.

"Wanted this for so long," he growled against her swollen lips before venturing down to scathe his stubbled jaw along the ultra-sensitive slope of her neck, leaving a stinging trail of fresh goosebumps in his wake. "Laid awake so many nights thinking about having you in my lap just like this..."

Y/N had no capacity to formulate a reply beyond a choked-off moan, hips canting of their own accord to chase that scorching friction. She wanted to whimper out, to beg him to stop teasing them both with this exquisite torment. But he didn't give her a chance, lush mouth finding her peaked nipple and suckling hard, stealing what little coherence she had left.

"Ah! ...H-Harry, please..." she panted out as sparks of both pleasure and sweetest pain lanced through her. She fisted those decadent chestnut curls tighter until he finally released her with a final teasing graze of teeth over her swollen, rosy bud.

He peered up at her with hooded, molten eyes, his pupils blown wide and inky with naked want. His mouth glistened obscenely in the low light. The sight alone nearly cleaved what little rational thought remained.

"Since you asked so sweetly..." he husked, gifting her one more searingly deep kiss before making a trail of open-mouthed licks and nibbles down the center line of her body once more. "My gorgeous girl deserves whatever she desires.Now look at me, love," he ordered, "Need to see those gorgeous eyes when I finally get to be inside my girl."

My girl.

Y/N's whole body locked up with need at his command. Their gazes crashed together in the space separating them - Harry peering down at her, mouth hanging open in blissful agony.

Holding that heated stare, he finally guided the slick blunt head of his cock to her entrance with one broad palm on her hip. They both exhaled harsh breaths in unison as he sank past that initial tight clutch, Harry's brows creasing with reverence while Y/N's mouth fell open on a choked off moan.

"You feel so good, baby, taking my cock like this," he groaned against her neck. "Wanted this pretty pussy for months."

The crude words somehow only turned Y/N on more. She matched Harry's thrusts, overwhelmed by how amazing he felt.

"You feel that, love?" he rumbled in that rasping timbre that immediately stoked the banked embers of her core back to feverish heat. "How fucking desperate you still are for me, even after falling apart so gorgeously?"

Y/N let out a helpless, pitchy noise of agreement muffled feverishly against the solid weight of his shoulder – nodding frantically as he kept up that slick, sinfully light rutting rhythm. Her entire body felt suspended in limbo, torn between too-much and not-enough with each deliberate slide of his cock spreading her wanting folds apart.

"Christ, you should see yourself right now," Harry practically purred in a haze of lust-drunk awe, swiping the pad of his thumb in a teasing circle around her revived, aching bud. When she arched into the contact with a strangled whimper, he let out a rumbling chuckle that reverberated through both their shuddering frames. "An absolute picture...and all for me."

On his final seismic stroke, the thick crown of his erection caught against Y/N's swollen, aching entrance - teasing her to the brink of shattering all over again. She let out a garbled noise that might have been Harry's name or just an incoherent plea, fingernails scrabbling at his back.

"Look at me," he ordered in a low rasp, drawing her hooded gaze up from where their damp bodies joined. Green eyes glittered with undisguised possession when their stares finally met - searing straight through her.

Holding that smoldering eye contact, Harry pressed forward with one inch at a time until Y/N thought she might combust from the sweet stretch and burn. Every shallow exhale punched from her lungs came out a choked whimper, matched by the fevered grunts rumbling from Harry's chest as he bottomed out, again and again.

Y/N's world had narrowed entirely to the joined point of their bodies, her fluttering internal walls struggling to accommodate the exquisite impalement even as fresh arousal flooded her with boneless surrender. She could only cling helplessly to Harry's sweat-slicked shoulders and lose herself in the intoxicating visuals before her - his arm muscles bunching with the strain, those ruddy, plump lips hanging open on ragged gasps.

"Fuck...f-feel so good, baby," he gritted out, words fracturing apart as his hips gave a minute involuntary roll. "Taking me so bloody well..."

A strangled cry escaped Y/N as that tiniest motion lit up every nerve-ending with bliss. Her heels dug into the small of Harry's back in a frantic bid for leverage, for friction, for anything to alleviate this keen edge between agony and rapture. He seemed to read her desperation, dropping his sweat-slicked brow to hers as he found her lips in a sloppy, uncoordinated clash of teeth and questing tongues.

Then he was pulling back in one sinuous torso-roll, finally giving Y/N what she craved as his initial retreat turned into a soul-shaking thrust that punched the air from her lungs anew. Somewhere in the spiraling vortex of sensation, she registered the harsh slam of his hips meeting her own, the strangled cry of gratification Harry loosed against her slack mouth as he set a steadily mounting cadence.

Any hope of finesse or coordination was swiftly abandoned as their shared need mounted inexorably higher. Y/N could only cling on and ride out the tide of Harry's sharp, bouncing strokes - bordering on too much even as every shuddering nerve ending begged for more, more, more...

Before long, his forehead had dropped to brace against her shuddering sternum, the rigid line of his body trembling with restrained power and exertion as his hips jackhammered with unchecked fervor. The slick, fiery noises of their joining felt loud enough to haunt Y/N's every thought from now until the end of time.

She could feel the heated pant of his breaths gusting across her neglected nipples with each punishing grind of their movements coming brutally unhinged. Every snap of his hips shoved impossibly deeper until she was seeing stars behind her screwed-shut lids, a high-pitched whine escaping with each narrow thrust mounting her up the cliff's edge.

Heat and tension built upon itself in a dizzying spiral, a thousand tingling points of rapture spiraling from Y/N's core until her entire being felt engulfed in the storm. Harry's large hand found her sweat-dampened nape and tangled in her hair, drawing her into a searing, wild kiss that only stoked things higher.

The groan he leaked into her mouth was utterly guttural and wrecked as she matched his hectic rhythm – nails dragging down the broad expanse of his quivering shoulders until her next orgasm suddenly crested with blinding force.

This time, there was no oblivion or sweet black voids of unknowing as Y/N came apart. Instead, she remained tethered to the blazing intensity coursing through every fiber, Harry's name escaping on a cracked litany as her release seemed to go on and on in pulsing waves. He swallowed each choked syllable, hips drilling her through the roaring tide until she arched clean off the desktop entirely.

Harry's broken cry of her name might have been reverent, might have been full of desperate adulation as he finally let go – thick spurts of wet heat joining the mess between their bodies as his tempo turned erratic and punishing. Y/N could only hang on with what little quavering strength remained, drifting in the bliss of euphoria.

Eventually, the high tides ebbed and they collapsed in a sweaty, ruined heap upon the desk's surface. Both of their chests heaved like they'd run a marathon, senses struggling to reboot as little aftershocks kept shuddering through their temporarily departed forms.

Incrementally, Y/N floated back into her body and surroundings – the achingly pleasant stretch and ticklish trickle of Harry's slowly softening length, the damp cling of their overheated skin, the stark scent of sweat and sex and desperation sated. She cracked heavy lids, momentarily stunned all over again at the debauched vision of the handsome man draped over and still sheathed inside her.

Harry's summer green gaze was already waiting, twin pools of blown pupils shining through a heavy-lidded swath of mussed chestnut curls. Enraptured affection and lust battled for prominence as he stared down at her, sucking in air like a drowned man breaching the surface. When she met his eyes, he opened his mouth only to release a choked exhalation – clearly as adrift in the tide of their passion as she was.

Y/N lifted one shaky hand to paw clumsily at the damp curls framing his face, caressing his flushed cheek in what she hoped came across as reassurance. Her other arm snaked around Harry's shoulders, anchoring him to her as he nuzzled into the gesture with a shuddering sigh.

This time when he found her mouth, the kiss was slow and deep and almost unbearably tender. Their heartbeats gradually realigned as they savored the languid exchange, prolonging the hazy afterglow for as long as possible.

Harry finally pulled back to mouth a reverent path along the curve of her jaw, words rasping low and ardent against the hammer of her pulse.

"You're so incredible, love," he murmured like a hallowed oath. Full of naked adoration and something deeper that made Y/N's newly reawakened heart clench and squeeze impossibly tighter. "Knew you would be...but god, you fucking ruined me just now."

His raspy chuckle carried an undercurrent of disbelief and familiar self-deprecation. Kiss-swollen lips trailed along the sloped curve of her neck and shoulder as he continued pouring out those hushed, awed confessions.

"Don't think I'll ever look at this bloody classroom the same way again...not after feeling you come apart around me so beautifully..."

After, they lay panting on the classroom floor, limbs tangled together. Y/N traced the bird tattoos on Harry's abdomen, unable to believe this had happened.

"If I had known this is what you wanted, I would've bent you over my desk ages ago," Harry laughed, still looking deliciously rumpled and debauched.

Whatever came next, whatever questions arose about the status of their relationship or the unorthodox circumstances that had brought them here, for now Y/N was content to simply bask in the warmth and connection she felt . Her wondering heart could wait until the morning.

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Fic Finder

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1. Hey! I’m looking for a fic in which WWX and LWJ are married, but WWX is in Yiling, and there’s a female character named Yu something kind of, interfering?? In the relationship. WWX was protector of Yiling w/o anyone knowing Yiling had a protector, and super powerful, stopping all Wen Rouhan’s attacks on Yiling. LWJ and WWX get married as some kind of pact during the war to hold WWX responsible/ensure he’s on their side I guess?? At some point Yu Something tells WWX he has to go through some kind of purification ritual performed by LWJ, involving Cleansing, when he comes to Gusu, and WWX worries about that because he’s pretty sure that would kill him. Frustrated cause I literally have screenshots of the fic but no clue what the title is.

For #1, if they have screenshots of the fic they could try typing a sentence from it into a search engine surrounded by " " and the search should locate what webpage that sentence is from (ie what fic it is from)

FOUND? i think #1 is an identity porn fic from shana storyteller? maybe this one?

FOUND? It could be the deleted "A Price To Pay" by wangxianist. The girl's name is Yu Zhaohua.

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2. Hello! Thank you for all the work y'all do! I'm looking for a wangxian fic (I think it was a series of oneshots?). I don't remember much abt it but I think it mostly centered around kink and featured bdsm clubs (particularly the fact that lwj visited clubs targeted towards lifestylers). I just remember a scene where lwj demos smth involving impact with another guy with an english name, I think it was smth with a J (not wwx). Wwx sees it and strikes up a convo with him. I think it was set in London or one of them lived there are some point during the story.

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3. Hi ficfinder... Please help me looking for fic that I read before but forget the title. This fic is post sunshot campaign where wei wuxian decide to act as Jiang sect elder and have 2 bodyguard. He started wearing elder clothes and teach Jiang cultivator. During conference lan wanji lust towards wei wuxian... And decide to increase cultivation so that he can marry wei wuxian. Thanks for your time. 😘

FOUND! Elder, an Aesthetic by MarbleGlove (G, 8k, JC & WWX, Fix-It, Post-Sunshot Campaign, [Podfic] Elder, an Aesthetic by sisi_rambles, Cold Read of "Elder, An Aesthetic" by MarbleGlove by dangercupcake)

NOT FOUND Like a Water-Worn Stone by meyari (T, 41k, wangxian, major character death, Hurt/Comfort, very little hurt, lots of comfort, Chronic Illness, Serious Injuries, Self-Medication, Disability, PTSD, Depression, Self-Worth Issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aftermath of war, Aftermath of Violence, Prisoner of War, Identity Issues, Warning: Jīn Guāngshàn, enslavement (discussion of), abuse (discussion of), actually very fluffy despite the warnings)

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4. Hi! Fic finder, please! It was a Cloud Recesses lecture au, I think WIP, which starts with the class returning from an outing and they realize WWX is missing. LQR thinks he has just run away to be playful, but then they find a trail of blood and it turns out WWX was caught by some kind of ghost (I almost think the ghost was WWX’s future self? or some kind of twisted version of himself?). There is a slightly gory scene as the students find WWX in the woods, very injured, and they might be missing their swords so they have no way to help him? Thank you for any leads you can share!

FOUND? For the Dust and the Dirt by Nyxelestia (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Cloud recesses study Arc, It gets worse before it gets better, WWX Whump, Hurt/comfort, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending)

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5. Hi! I'm looking for a wangxian time travel fic. I only read the first few chapters and I think post-canon wangxian time travel to cloud rescess study arc. Wwx was trans in his original body and he says to lwj that he'll be able to get wwx pregnant now. That's all I remember. @aristocraticteacup

FOUND! 💖 It is a serious thing just to be alive by Itgoeson (E, 57k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Established Relationship, Trans Male Character, Happy Ending, transphobia does not exist because i simply Do Not Vibe with it, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grinding, mentions of dysphoria, War, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign)

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6. Hi! I would like to request a fic finder. I'm not sure if it was deleted or I just can't find it. From what I can remember, it was after the siege where Wei Ying is already dead. Lan Zhan is suffering from the whip wound but he refused any treatment. I'm not really sure if it was LZ himself that found the incense burner or if someone put it in his room but the fic heavily revolves around the incense burner. Because of it, LZ started to have a dream about WY. In the dream, he is living happily with WY and Ayuan. Even though LZ knows it's just a dream, he starts to sleep more and rarely stays awake so he could spend more time with WY. His body starts to be disoriented and there's nothing that the healer can do to help him. LXC and LQR tried to stop LZ but failed. At the end, LZ finally succumbed to his injury and died but he died happy because his soul is with WY in the dreamscape. I apologise if my explanation is out of place. I hope you can help me find this fic. Thank you in advance ^-^ @mayuchi96

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7. This one was a story on reincarnation. Lan Wangji takes birth three times.

In the first life, Wei Wuxian is a prince born to a servant or low ranking concubine. Lan Wangji is the son of a general, his whole family gets killed due to conspiracy.

Wei Wuxian turns into a ghost.

Second life, Wangji is the second young Master of Lan Clan.

Third life, he is a martial God. His mother conceived him outside of marriage, so he had an estranged relationship with his father, the emperor( I think?)

There was the amazing symbolism of red spider lily and their tragedy and grave and death.

If anybody remembers this one or manages to find it, please send the link or atleast the name of the fic.

Thank you. @sanaparry

FOUND? A Path of Red Spider Lillies by glowingreverie (M, 208k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, HuaLian, WIP, TGCF Fusion, Angst with a Happy Ending, Comedy, Canon Divergence, Mild Sexual Content, if you haven't read tgcf beware of spoilers, series takes place after the events in tgcf, Gore, Death, Past Child Abuse, Supernatural Elements, Paranormal, Slow Burn)

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8. I'm also wondering if anyone knows or could find a fic I lost track of years ago. It was post cql canon with LWJ as chief cultivator. There was a scene where WWX is traveling and comes across LWJ doing some sort of ceremony at the autumn festival. WWX compared LWJ to Chang'e. There was also a kid on the balcony? He was watching from who WWX talked to about LWJ. Thanks for your help! @classygreydove

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9. Hello! Can I submit two fic finder requests please? Thank you for your help!

A) A canon era soulmate au where when you first meet your soulmate you are overcome with this urge to fight them. WangXian first meet on the wall when WWX tries to sneak in with the alcohol, but the drama came from LXC and JGY meeting in the midst of the start of class and so their soulmate match was very public and gossiped about. The Twin Jades had a scene where they discussed the different public reactions to their recent soulmate matches.

B) Also a soulmate au, but this one was soulmates got stuck together where they first touched for 24 hours. It featured LWJ and WWX fighting and then they got glued together (I think at their wrists) and LWJ drags them together like that to face punishment for rule breaking. Cue LQR freaking out that LWJ’s soulmate was a troublemaker, while LWJ and WWX are kind of besotted with each other.

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10. im lookign for a fic where lan yuan during a dinner confronts lan xichen and qiren about them participating in the killing of the wen remenants and he leaves with jingyi and wangxian @aqua-sapphire

FOUND? this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, POV LXC, Post-Canon, LSZ has some complicated emotions, we’re being a little unfair to the lans here, but sometimes life isn’t fair, Yunmeng brothers, it’s not prominent enough to go into the main tag but it sure is there, Author Is a JC Apologist)

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11. A. I forgot to bookmark this one but I remember that Wei wuxian lived but his soul was shattered like he was a lived but he wasn't acting like himself before and eventually he starts committing suicide and lan wangji was protecting him and caring for him until he successfully kill himself, lan wangji takes care of him for 13 years(it's and happy ending.

B. The only thing I remember is that it was a modern setting and wei wuxian and lan wangji were in an arranged marriage (or convenience) assigned by the lan elders. I think it was an Omega verse and in the end lan wangji almost died into a car crush and wei ying was pregnant. I remember he also has a crush on nie huisang but well they didn't date but in good terms (JC/NH endgame) they also adopted lan yuan at first. @lanwuxian0725

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12. hello! for the next fic finder, it's an AU where the incense burner really happened but in a different reality. I remember lwj asking who hurt you to wei ying and in his mind wy answers "you" but says that it was no one. I remember it was multi chapter

FOUND? 🔒 strange kind of dream by Anonymous (E, 17k, WangXian, Rape/Non-Con, Cloud Recesses, Everyone Lives, Canon Divergence, Incense Burner, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Sparring, Sexual Roleplay, Rape/Non-con Elements, Consensual Non-Consent, Kink Negotiation, of a sort, lil bit of genderplay, (WWX likes calling himself wife), Compulsory Heterosexuality, coming out to yourself, romantically looking at spring books together, dubious coping mechanisms: the WWX special)

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13. Hi! im currently trying to fic about wangxian where it starts with Jian Fengmian finding wei wuxian and then Yu Ziyuan accepting him as a son. Next was then Lan Wangji was on a journey to find his soulmate as his duty as a prince or emperor i think (i dont remember if this is abo) and finds wei wuxian not even 3 hours later in his journey (as stated by the author in notes) next is lwj offering wwx to come with him in his travels so that wwx can find information about his parents. The next thing i remember is wwx finding out that lwj is an emperor and gets scared and runs away for about a month and then lwj was able to find him and then he also finds out hes lord yiling that was the owner of some gold mines. I also remember Yu Ziyuan was there to help declare wwx as lord yiling. I also remember wwx had this necklace that had his name engraved on it.

I really hope u can find it eueueueueu ive been trying to find this fic for such a long time noe

FOUND? Bound Only by the Sea by levament (E, 271k, WIP, WangXian, JYL/JZX, JFM/YZY, LXC/JGY, LXC/NMJ, Royalty, Politics, A/B/O, Mpreg, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Cinderella Elements, Cinderella Fusion, No Powers, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse)

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14. Hi can you help me find a fanfic. Where wei ying parents made him a cultivation level system. He has a nine petaled lotus on his forehead, and is not in the Jiang sect. But maybe in the Lan sect and is a kid. Help please and maybe on Ao3 @rose-1685

FOUND? I think it is a fic on AO3 by splitgirl28

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15. Hi! I read a mdzs fic on ao3 last year where wwx goes back in time. It's not a fix it more like just as tragic but in a diff manner it has a basis of jin sect will be rich but greedy nie sect will be strongest but die soon and so on. wwx is related to xue yang. It's private and completed with around 70 chapters.

Wwx gets half prossessed by the spirt in the tiger seal and they both have a mind war and that's an important detail that continues to be the plot the guy is enemies with Baoshan sanren and they have their showdown in the end.

In the ending there's a whole war ish situation with all wwx, lwg, lxc jc and all of jin lings uncles( and maybe the disciples) fight against jin guo and (xue yang?) in the end lan wangji dies temporarily while Baoshan sanren fights the tiger seal spirit man.

It's very angsty tragic and has plenty of tags I really hope you'll be able to find it! Thank you :)

reminds me of two different fics: FOUND? we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club) has Wei Ying time traveling and getting possessed by resentful energy/the tiger seal but the other elements don't really match.

FOUND? inevitable everything by isabilightwood (E, 193k, WangXian, WQ/MM, JYL/JZX, BSSR/LY, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, but WWX is BSSR’s disciple/adoptive grandson too, the cultivation sects think this is a, War Prize AU, it’s actually self-arranged marriage, Arranged Marriage, yin iron shenanigans, LWJ Has Friends, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, LWJ Has a YLLZ Kink, Switch WangXian, BDSM, Submissive LWJ, Dominant WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, magical illness of a side character (who will get better), Rope Bondage, Impact Play, Rimming, Bottom LWJ, Temperature Play, Face-Fucking, Breathplay, (talisman-based breathplay to be specific), Cock Warming, Public Scene, no one gets naked in public this is the sense of WWX invents the, Remote Controlled Vibrator, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Blindfolds, one qingmian smut scene with oral and fingering, Minor Character Death, All Sex Scenes Are Skippable!) has Baoshan Sanren fighting the spirit of Xue Chonghai who's possessed Xue Yang's body. I'm hoping one of these might be the fic they're looking for.

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16. Hello! For fic finder, I have a very threadbare request. It was some kind of canon divergent story where Wei Wuxian befriends Nie Mingjue and at one point wields Baxia. I think WWX was asked to come help the Nie with their resentful energy problems, and they figured out that Mingjue would only survive if he stopped cultivating entirely, and the two further realized that WWX was uniquely suited to wield Baxia because he had no golden core left to corrupt. This is all a very big if, my brain barely remembers these details and is likely mixing up multiple fics: the biggest thing standing out to me is the Nie disciples in awe that WWX could wield Baxia. Thank you for any leads you can give!

FOUND? Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo) which features Nie Mingjue giving Baxia to Wei Ying after Nie Mingjue's told he can no longer cultivate with it or he'll suffer a qi deviation but Wei Ying is able to safely use the sabre.

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17. Hello! Fic finder please. I am looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian is captured or maybe he gives himself to the clans in exchange for the protection of the Wens. Lan Xichen or Lan Qiren sews his mouth shut (can’t remember if physically or magically) and so WWX can’t speak or eat, and WWX is placed in a dingy cell. Eventually WWX nearly dies from malnutrition and that is how the big clan leaders learn he has no golden core (he couldn’t survive off inedia). I remember all the clan leaders gathering around his cell door in a fluster like “what has happened to him? Surely the big bad Yiling Laozu couldn't starve to death?” Thank you!

FOUND!🔒❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic, Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YLLZ WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut)

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18. Hiya!!

I was hoping that you guys could help me find a fic that I read a few years back.

Lan Wangji is married of to the fearsome Yiling Laozu, who (if I remember correctly) lives at the Burial Mounds. Lan Wangji moves to the Burial Mounds and does not recognise Wei Wuxian due to him having had alterations to his face by Wen Qing (so he looks different). Wei Wuxian does eventually tell him about it and Lan Wangji is happy to be reunited with him.

I’m pretty sure that Lan Yuan was around too 🤔

Thanks a bunch (: @unlimitedsparks

FOUND? 🔒 pitiful destiny, point your finger at me by sassybluee (E, 66k, WangXian, Royalty, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Arranged Marriage, Pining while fucking, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Secret Identity, Under-negotiated Kink, Donghua YLLZ, CQL LWJ, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Identity Porn, Porn With Plot, Resentacles, YL WWX, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

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19. Hi! I was hoping you could help me find a fix! Wwx goes back in time to the water abyss in caiyi. Settles the abyss and nicknames in Abby. From Lwj's pov, he can hear him saying, "isn't it weird Abby? They all look so young". Wwx is pretty convinced he's dreaming. Thank you! @koilily

FOUND? Turn a little faster by apathyinreverie (T, 42k, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel, far too many people know, WWX assumes he's mostly hallucinating, those around him are taking his timetravel far more seriously, Humor, Pining LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Yin Iron, POV LWJ, time travel outsider pov, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, LY is bamf and the only Lan with any sort of sense, Falling In Love, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, BAMF WWX, Crack Treated Seriously)

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20. Hello! I'm looking for a lost fic. I think wwx joined the cloud recesses lectures and pretended to be a jiang disciple for it. I think he was childhood friends with jc and jyl though and that his parents were alive in this one. lqr tries to rearrange a betrothal between wangxian and calls jfm over, but then jfm reveals that wwx isn't actually a disciple and wwx says that he never actually said he was either, they just assumed. I feel like there was something about wwx telling his parents that he was gonna be in lotus pier the whole time when he actually went to cloud recesses. Any ideas are much appreciated! Thank you! @cherishthespark

FOUND!🔒 A Mother’s Curse (A Mother’s Blessing) by Eudoxia (E, 33k, wangxian, A/B/O, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Huli Jing LWJ, Huli Jing WWX, Everyone Lives, Curses, Case Fic, Animal Transformation, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, No Sunshot Campaign, No Yīn Iron, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, LXC is a good brother!, He tries so hard!!, Mentions of Ace LXC, Mentions of Ace WN, Knotting, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Size Kink, 69 (Sex Position), Mpreg, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, wangxian Have a Breeding Kink, Intersex Male Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting, wangxian Have a Non-Con/Rape Kink, but no actual CNC/rape play occurs in this fic. It’s only discussed. there is also discussions of monster fucking but no actual monster fucking)

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reiderwriter · 2 years ago

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hi 💖 I’m literally ✨obsessed✨ with your writing atm and I’ve never done a request before so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!!

I would love to read an established couple fic where reader drops by !professor spencer’s office and spicy times ensue 🌶️👀 the trope where reader is inexplicably jealous of the girls auditing his class gets me every 🤌 single 🤌 time 🤌 (but don’t feel like you have to include that trope!! I’m a sucker for any !professor spencer smut lmao)

- 🐺 anon

A/N: Thank you sm for your request!! I am also slightly unhinged about Professor Spencer (I think this is my second one this month lmao) so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: use of sir, degradation, fingering, no contraception, PinV sex, semi-public sex, jealous reader (she's like 27 beefing with undergrads), age-gap (15 years), Spencer keeps a souvenir of her visit 😊. Also I don't even know if American lecturers have office hours, so like... For context I am a European living in SK lmao. 18+ MINORS DNI

W/C: ~2k

Check out my masterlist!!

You’d lost count of how many times you’d visited Spencer in his office now that he’d started lecturing semi-regularly. The break from his regular activities as a member of the BAU suited him well, and you had no complaints either, loving having an excuse to drop by the college campus he was based on to visit the cute student-run coffee shops and explore the space. And since you’d started working from home while you wrote your novel, you definitely had the time to visit.

Usually, you’d find him in some lecture theatre or the other, but having walked around all his regularly scheduled rooms, he was nowhere in sight. You shrugged a little, figuring that he must be in his office if he was nowhere else. You were right, of course, but he wasn’t exactly alone.

A line of undergrads had formed at his door as you noticed the sign pinned to his door mentioned his updated office hours for the semester in the run-up to finals week. Typical. You were never the best-timed person, and you could see that you weren’t going to get his attention for a while from the look of all the students. You waited outside for him to open the door and summon the next student into his office, settling onto a couch opposite his door.

You weren’t trying to listen in to the multiple conversations going on, but you couldn’t help it when they were being so loud and open.

“God, he’s so fucking hot, I just want him to bend me over that desk and-”

“-wonder if he’s single. If he is, I’m totally going to make a move-”

“-I just know it’s big-”

“- in that lecture about the serial rapist, all I could think about was his hands-”

You blushed a little deeper with each of their confessions. They didn’t know who you were, of course they didn’t, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell them. But now you knew why it was that they were here, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them for lusting after the man, you’d done the same thing. Your relationship had started in a similar way. You’d knocked on the doors of the FBI with a case back when you were a journalist, and been met with those big brown eyes and it had taken your entire strength to not jump him then and there.

So you understood. But you didn’t have to like it, and you certainly did not. The longer you sat there, the older you felt, constantly resisting the urge to yell at these kids in an old maid's way. Gods he was old enough to be some of these girls’ fathers. You weren’t exactly close in age with him yourself, a gap of about 15 years separating the two of you, but come on.

The door to his office finally cracked open, and you followed the sound of his voice, still rambling out facts as he let the student out.

“Now that you have the difference between stressor and trigger down, you’ll find it easier to interpret some of the readings, just keep in mind that sometimes they can be one and the same.” The student nodded and thanked him before leaving, a slightly disappointed look shadowing her face.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” His smile lit up the second he saw you, and you held out the coffee you’d bought him earlier to him.

“Thought I’d drop in and see you. I missed you.” Maybe it was petty of you in front of literal teenagers and people who couldn’t even legally drink yet, but you wrapped a hand around his waist, underneath his suit jacket, and looked up at him with a big grin, fluttering your eyelashes. He looked at you with knotted eyebrows, trying to decode your words as if they were the key to cracking a case he was working on.

You felt the eyes of the students burning into you, heard them whispering to each other and your grin deepened. You’d marked your territory successfully.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got office hours for the next 25 minutes, do you mind waiting?” He looked apologetically down at you, speaking with a bit of an awkward tone, not used to the notable PDA.

“That’s fine. I can wait out here, right?” You asked, trying to give him your most innocent look. He nodded his assent, and you returned to your seat, grabbing a book from your bag and settling in as he welcomed the next student to his office.

An hour later, all the students had finally dispersed. A fair few of them had given up after you made your identity known, embarrassingly slinking away from the queue, but a fair few had stuck it out, still just wanting a glimpse of him. The conversation had dimmed though, now back on the topic of college parties and TikTok stars or something.

When the final student slipped out of the office, you jumped up enthusiastically and joined Reid inside, letting yourself in with a small knock and a sing-song “professor.”

He was sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose looking down at some papers, and looking as attractive as he had the day you’d met him. You slunk over to him, swirling his chair around so you could sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

“What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, obviously not objecting to the sudden physicality of your affection. “It’s not an anniversary, we’re only on our 1,813th day of dating which doesn’t mark any milestones or other special cultural holidays, so what gives.”

“You know I love it when you talk numbers to me.”

“You know I love it even more when you spill and tell me what’s going on? Come on, Y/N, something’s different.” You pouted at this goddamn superhuman perception. It was going to be embarrassing to admit that you saw the gaggle of girls that had been crowding around his office as competition.

“There were a lot of students today.” You said, simply changing the topic a bit, hoping you wouldn’t have to explicitly name the green-eyed monster that had taken over you.

“Not really, that’s about the amount I get every time I open office hours.”

“Every time?” He’d told you often that you were an absolutely open book, your facial expressions baring your every thought and feeling. So you cursed yourself at the pout you felt forming on your lips.

“Woah, what was that? Y/N, are you… are you jealous?”He laughed a little bit as your frown deepened, a flush coming up to cover your face.

“So what if I am?”

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you, baby?” He trailed his hand up between your thighs and your breath hitched as you felt the tone of the conversation immediately shift.

“They were talking about you, y’know?” your breath hitched at the last word, as his hand found its way to your clit, beginning to press the tiniest of circles around that nerve.

“Oh? What were they saying that made my princess so upset?” The hand gripping your hip was nearly painful now, as he clasped you tightly, letting your legs spread for him as he slowly picked up the pace, your back now flush against his chest as he looked down to between your legs from over your shoulder. Your head was thrown back against him, your chest rising and falling with every small movement.

“They were talking a-about your hands,” you moaned out. His eyes stayed fixed on your center, but his free hand trailed up to your blouse, popping a few buttons expertly so he could see the rise and form of your chest, see your nipples sticking out through the thin bra you’d chosen that morning.

“Hmm, is that it baby? They just talked about these hands?” He continued at his agonizing pace on your clit as his hand lifted to your nipples, pulling one breast free of your bra and beginning to roll it between his fingers. You writhed at the touch, trying desperately to keep quiet, knowing from your time outside just how thin these walls were.

“Baby, I think you didn’t hear me. Was that all they said?” His tone was darker now, and you knew you had to answer before he made you.

“No!” You moaned out, trying to gain back some composure when all you wanted to do was relax into his hands and let him pull your release from you. “They… they said they knew you were big… Down there.” He laughed a little at that and shifted his hips underneath you.

“And are they correct baby?” You feel him pressing against your leg now and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes roll back in pleasure and let him use you as he wants.

“Yes, sir. They were… they were right, you always fill me up so good.” Your hips start grinding down into his, his hand stilling as you use him to get yourself off.

“There’s something else they said, right, baby? You’re holding something back?” He smiled, dropping hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck as you frantically rubbed yourself up against him. Your moans were ripping out from your mouth now in frustrated moans, as you felt needy in a way you’d never quite experienced before.

“Stop teasing, Spencer.”

“No. This is my office, and you come in draping yourself all over me like a whore in front of all of my students. You don’t get to call me Spencer right now, you’re going to have to show a little bit more respect.” With those words he pushed you up to your feet, pulling his hands off of you before quickly clearing a space on the desk and bending you over it.

“I heard this bit. They said they wanted me to bend them over and take them like this, right?” You heard him unzip his pants, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance as he started teasing you, pulling your panties to the side. You moaned out a yes, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore.

“Use your words, baby. What did they want me to do to them?”

“They wanted you to bend them over the desk and fuck them like a little whore, sir.” With that confession out in the open, he finally pushed into you, stretching you out with a sinful groan slipping from his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so tight and wet for me…” His thrusts were hard and slow, and you could feel the wetness seeping down your legs, the wet sounds of your activity filling the space infinitely. His pace picked up and so did your constant mewls from the contact, the sounds completely unmistakable for anything but base lust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. Going to come, right here on my cock in my office, huh?”

“Yes, sir, I’m going to…. Shit, I’m going to cum.” He grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to his, swallowing each of your moans with his mouth as he let his tongue explore, your body twitching still under his ministrations. He kept his rough pace up for another minute or two before hitting his peak as well, pulling out to empty himself out on your thighs.

“Shit, Y/N,” he mumbled, falling back into his chair and running a hand through his tousled hair as you fell forward back into the desk, chest heaving. He was at eye level with the results of his labour and you heard the sound of his phone camera clicking before you could pull yourself together.

“Spencer!” You giggled awkwardly, looking back at him with an incredulous look as he pulled some tissues out of the desk drawer and started cleaning you up.

“What? I always take notes during my office hours.” He grinned up at you, as you turned around and planted another kiss to his lips, pulling him back up to you.

“How many students do you think will actually turn up to your class tomorrow?”

“I’ll be lucky if the module actually has any sign-ups next term.”

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yammpi3 · 7 months ago

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

—༉‧₊˚. “ Whatcha watching? ”

featuring. Childe from Genshin impact MAU | kink. peeking

synopsis. You were heading toward your friend childes dorm room to give him some college hw he missed out on in one of your early morning lectures. When you go to his place however he doesnt respond leaving you no choice but to let yourself in.

authors note. I think I hate this one…but that may just be me…

You knock on Childe's apartment door, waiting to drop off his college homework. After minutes later of no answer, you reached out for the door handle to find out the door was unlocked. Since the two of you knew each other for a while you thought it wouldn’t be that much of an invasion of privacy letting yourself in his apartment without him knowing.

Opening the door, you step inside and head towards his bedroom. As you approached, you heared moans coming from some type of device.

Peeking around the corner of the halfway opened bedroom door, your eyes widen as you saw Childe sitting on his bed, pants around his ankles, stroking his hard cock while watching porn.

The video plays on repeat, showing a girl who looks exactly like you in a skimpy outfit, moaning and pleasuring herself. Childe's eyes are glued to the screen, completely absorbed in the lewd scene. His hand moving rhythmically along his shaft, squeezing and stroking it with increasing intensity.

You watch him for a few moments, mesmerized by his focused expression, the way his muscles flex with each movement. How his orange hair falls messily over his forehead, and how his blue eyes shine with lust as he continues to touch himself.

Noticing your presence, Childe jumped, startled. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he quickly closes the laptop. He scrambles to pull up his sweatpants, trying to hide his still-hard member.

“[Y/N!] What are you doing here? I didn't hear you come in...”

He stammered, clearly flustered by being caught in such a compromising position. His blue eyes dart around nervously, unable to meet your gaze.

“It's not what it looks like, I swear! I was just...uh...researching for a project...”

As he spoke, you noticed a wet spot forming on the front of his pants, betraying his obvious arousal. The sight made you feel all warm and you find yourself getting turned on by what you just saw.

You decide to play along with his story, not wanting to make him feel too uncomfortable.

“Oh, research? That's interesting. What kind of project could possibly require that kind of research…”

You asked with a playful smirk, watching as Childe squirmed under your scrutiny. His cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red, as he fidgets with his hands.

Childe shifts uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze as he tries to come up with a believable excuse. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair, messing it further.

“W-well, you know how I've been working on that short story for my creative writing class? I was just trying to get some, uh, inspiration for a particularly steamy scene...”

He trailed off, his voice wavering slightly. His eyes flicker towards you briefly before darting away again, as if he's afraid to look at you directly.

You raise an eyebrow, amused by his state. A mischievous idea began to form in your mind, and you decide to have a little more fun with the situation.

“Oh, I see. Well, since you're in need of inspiration, maybe I could help you out. After all, I am your muse, aren't I?”

You take a step closer to him, your voice taking on a teasing lilt. Childe's eyes widen, and he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat.

“Y-you? My muse? What..makes you think that?”

Despite his words, you notice his gaze lingering on your curves, taking in the way your clothing hugged your figure in just the right ways.

“Come on, Childe. You know Im not dumb..”

“If you have a thing for me just say it already.”

You reach out and trail a finger along his jawline, feeling the heat of his skin. Childe shudders at your touch, his breath hitching in his throat.

“I... .. fuck.”

Encouraged by his reaction, you press closer to him, your breasts brushing against his chest.

Childe's breath became faster now, his pupils dilating with desire. He seemed to be fighting against his own urges, torn between his shame and his growing need for release.

“What's wrong with a little harmless fun? I promise, it'll be just like in the porno you were watching earlier.”

You let your hand slide down his chest, tracing the contours of his abs through his shirt. Childe's muscles tense under your touch, and a low groan escaped his lips.

“We shouldn't...”

But even as he protests, his body betrayed him. His erection strained against his pants, making it so he can no longer hide his arousal. You can see the internal struggle playing out on his face, as he grapples with his desires and his sense of propriety.

Sensing his weakness, you decide to push him further. You lean in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper.

“Don't you want to know what it feels like? It’ll help tons..with your ‘research’ ”

You nipped gently at his earlobe, Childe shudders, a soft gasp escaping his lips. His hands come to rest on your hips, and you can feel the tension in his body slowly dissipating as he gives in.

“ God, [Y/N]... I want you so bad...”

He finally admits, his voice thick with lust. You smile triumphantly, knowing that you've broken through his defenses. You pull back slightly, your eyes locking with his as you both acknowledge the raging desire between you.

“Then why don't you show me what you've learned from all that research? I'm sure you can teach me a thing or two...”

With that, you press your lips against his in a passionate kiss, your tongue delving into his mouth to taste him fully. Childe responded eagerly, his hands roaming over your body as he explores every curve.

You break the kiss, panting heavily, and start to undo the buttons of your shirt. Childe's eyes widen as more and more skin is revealed to him, and he licks his lips in anticipation.

“You're so beautiful.”

His voice is filled with awe and desire, and it sends a thrill through your body. You finish unbuttoning your shirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in just your bra and skirt.

Childe leans in, his lips trailing hot kisses along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts from their confines. He groans appreciatively at the sight, his eyes dark with lust.

“Touch me, Childe...”

You guide his hands to your breasts, encouraging him to explore and caress them. Childe doesn't need any more encouragement, and he begins to knead and squeeze your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

As he continues to worship your breasts, you reach down and start to lower his pants, freeing his rock-hard erection. You wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly as he groans in pleasure.

“Oh god, [Y/N]... That feels amazing...”

He thrusts into your hand, his hips moving in time with your strokes. You can feel the heat emanating from his member, and it only fuels your own desire.

*You release him from your grip and push him back onto the bed. Straddling him, you grind your hips against his, feeling his hard length pressing against your clothed sex. Childe's hands grip your hips, helping you move against him.

The friction between your bodies builds as you grind against Childe, your clothed sex rubbing against his hard length. Moans of pleasure escape both of your lips as the sensations become more intense.

“Fuck, [Y/N]... You feel so good... I need to be inside you.”

His voice is rough with desire, and you can feel his hips bucking up against you, seeking more contact. You reach down and unzip your skirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you in just your lacy panties.

Childe's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze focused on the damp patch on your underwear. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs them aside, exposing your wet folds to his hungry gaze.

You position yourself over him, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him, inch by inch, until he's fully sheathed inside you.

A deep moan tears from your throat as you feel him stretching you, filling you completely. Childe grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he fights the urge to thrust up into you.

“Oh fuck, [Y/N]... You're so tight... So perfect...”

He starts to move beneath you, his hips rising to meet your downward motions. The rhythm building between you, growing more intense with each passing second.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you ride him harder. Your breasts bounce with each movement, and Childe reaches up to cup them, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples once more.

The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, and you feel your climax building deep within you. Your inner walls start to flutter around Childe's cock, and he moans in response.

“I'm going to cum, Childe... Don't stop...”

Your words spur him on, and he thrusts up into you harder, faster, his own release approaching. With a final, powerful thrust, you both reach your peaks, crying out.

As your orgasm crashes over you, your body trembles with the force of it. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through you, and you cling to Childe, your nails digging into his chest as you ride out your climax.

Childe's grip on your hips tightens, and his body goes rigid beneath you. With a guttural moan, he releases inside you, his hot seed filling you up. The feeling of his essence pulsing within you sends another shockwave of pleasure through your body, prolonging your orgasm.

For several long moments, you both remain still. Finally, Childe loosens his grip on your hips, and you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting heavily.

You giggle softly, nuzzling into his neck. Childe wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he catches his breath.

“Round two?” Childe joked suppressing a laugh.

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incognitoleeknow · 6 months ago

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The College Blonde

Synopsis:

After getting stuck trying make your assignment deadline, you find your life taking a quick turn for the pleasurable when you meet a stunning blonde who seems to be just the thing you needed to reignite your creativity.

Pairing: Dom!Femreader x Sub!Felix

Genre: Porn w/o plot, smut

Word count: 3.2k

College AU. Porn without plot. Lust at first sight. Strangers to lovers. Jeongin makes a cameo in the beginning as MC's best friend. Pleasure-dom reader. Submissive Felix. Mommy kink (Felix calls reader "mommy" once). Slight dacryphilia. Light orgasm denial. Reader uses nicknames like "good boy, kitten". Body worship. Blowjob (Male receiving). Corruption kink. Exhibitionism (sex in public). Y/N POV.

A/n: This is my first time writing a fic so be as brutal as you wish. Also, I'm not a native english speaker and I spell like a rake so grammatical errors and spelling errors are bound to be found. You have been warned. Enjoy!

Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ only.

This is an original work. Do not repost, re-upload or otherwise redistribute.

Last updated: April, 2025. (Spelling check)

"Thank you for cheering me up today. I honestly don't know what I would do without you."

You took an elongated sip from your americano, sighing in delight as you felt the icy liquid pass your tongue, temporarily relieving you from the blistering summer heat.

"You didn't leave me much of a choice now, did you?" Jeongin said as a playful smirk creeped up the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, Yeah?" You looked up with a raised eyebrow, taking a small break from the date with your iced americano.

"We both know you could never say 'no' to me." You flickered your eyebrows in a playful display of challenge, a satisfactory smile taking form on your plump lips.

Sighing in defeat, Jeongin leaned back into the soft leather cushions of the Cafe chair. Followed by a soft chuckle as he said,

"Yeah well, you got me there I guess. So how's the paper coming along?" Concern in his voice apparent, albeit unnecessary.

You knew he was referring to this semester's paper. And even though it started off as a fun and easy assignment, you had now hit the dreaded fictional wall. Apparently any topic could get you feeling bored and filled with anxiety, given lack of creativity.

A small bump in the road, you were sure. The typical cycle of creative progress. For inspiration surely is lucrative albeit a fleeting thing, and you suppose you would have to simply wait, until creativity decided to grace your mind with its presence once again.

Insert Jeongin and your eager request to meet him for coffee. You were best friends and had been since the second week of college. You had been late, as you usually were, running across campus with hurried steps in futile hopes of getting to the lecture hall before your professor.

That same morning, however, your sleep ridden brain failed to remember how to tie your shoelaces. Instead opting for the much faster approach of simply tucking said laces into the sides, between your shoe and your feet. Resulting in the typical sitcom fall-over-your-own-feet plot, successfully yeeting your body towards the ground at a horrifying speed.

Standing just a few feet away observing the borderline comical fall, Jeongin hurried over to you and asked if you were okay.

A quick visit to the nurses office, thanks to repeatedly insisting on Jeongin's part, you found yourself earning a sprained wrist along with your first college friend.

"Y/N?" Jeongin asked with slight concern.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I must've spaced out for a second. What was the question again?" You asked as you shook your head, slowly blinking your eyes, trying to snap back to reality.

"You seem stressed, are you okay?" He said as he leaned forward, taking your hands in his own.

"Nah, it's not as bad as it might appear. I think I just need to blow off some steam, you know?" You gave his hands a reassuring squeeze, thankful for his genuine concern.

"Some steam, ey?" Mischievous smile returning to his lips along with a playful eyebrow raise.

"Oh come on, you know what I mean. I just need to have a night out with friends or something." You said, shaking off Jeongin's suggestive sarcasm.

Although you would have lied if you would have said that the thought of a steamy night with a stranger did not intrigue you.

To be completely honest with yourself, the thought alone made you clench around nothing. But where would you even find someone? On campus? Not a fucking chance.

***

With a huge smile on your lips, you waved goodbye to your friend, feeling somewhat relieved for the first time in a hot minute.

You took a deep breath, letting the scent of greenery and sunshine envelope your senses. You could feel your muscles slowly relaxing as you stretched your body, arms high above your head.

With a newly given optimism and drive, courtesy of your bff, you decided to take the opportunity to go to the campus library, in hopes of finding some additional inspiration for your paper.

Walking with slow, unhurried steps you went through the campus park, taking in the scenery around you, coming to a stop before the fountain placed in the center of the grounds.

You had always liked this fountain and the majestic water display it provided.

Taking a few minutes to admire the way the water elegantly sprayed from the unpolished steel structure. Your mood brightened by the way the droplets formed an array of colors in the sunlight, gleefully watching as they bounced playfully against the wet surface and reconnected with the marbled pool at the base.

Indeed, the soothing sound of water hitting the wet surface was your favorite. Surely nothing could be more relaxing than this.

Closing your eyes, you let the world disappear into the background as time seemingly came to a halt around you.

Ah, piece of mind...

You exhaled a deep breath with the feeling of an oncoming gentle, warm summer breeze.

The presence of another soul beside you, made you quickly snap back to reality however, effectively bursting the ethereal bubble you created with a loud 'pop'.

A hint of annoyance crossed your features, as you slowly cracked an eye open to see the person responsible.

Your annoyance was quickly replaced by sheer astonishment followed by a hushed gasp as your eyes took in the creature standing beside you. If you did not know any better, you would have sworn you were looking at an angel. He was long, muscular in built with broad shoulders and long, blond traces elegantly falling along his sharp jawline. Beautiful, wooden eyes and a galaxy of freckles displayed across rose tinted cheeks. He was staring ahead, at the fountain no doubt, seemingly oblivious to your less than stellar reaction to his visuals.

You forced yourself out of your trance. Feeling somewhat embarrassed by your blatant display of lack of self-control. You absent-mindedly looked at your watch trying to, unsuccessfully, appear unaffected by the stunning stranger.

"Shit!"

Your sudden exclamation startles the poor boy beside you, making his eyes follow you in confused horror as you took off sprinting towards the library, remembering your upcoming assignment deadline.

***

Time sure flies fast when you are looking at a whole God damn meal. Unfortunately time moves slower than a fucking snail when you are doing an assignment you do not have even the 10th of as much of an interest doing.

With the deadline for your paper being only a couple of weeks away, you felt the pressure of adulthood on you. With a sigh, you closed yet another book you found failed to provide you with the information you needed. Pushing back your chair, you got up to start the umpteenth round of browsing the many sections of the library.

You walked towards the deepest end of the library, the part reserved for professors who once or twice a year came to refresh their memory of some long forgotten trivia or, the occasional horny campus couple looking to spice up their sexual endeavors. You suppose it was the perfect place for privacy, given the lack of sunlight as well as the lack of efficient lighting of space. Leaving visitors with less than pleasant experience, at least if you were actually looking for something.

You went from hardback to hardback, squinting your eyes trying to decipher the titles, looking for that one book Jeongin said "will definitely help you".

Trolleys with books crammed the aisle, no doubt to the fault of the newly appointed campus librarian who always seemed to be more interested in hitting on whatever cute girl walked past, instead of actually doing his job. You made a mental note to remind him of his duties at a later time.

Without much attention spared to the snug space that surrounded you, you found yourself coming to a sudden halt as your face connected with something halfway through the giant bookshelf.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you" You said reflexively as you lifted your gaze to meet the person in front of you.

"No worries, mate" the deep voiced, blonde stranger replied, flashing an innocent smile that might as well have blinded you.

You instantly recognized him, and of course anyone would. The beauty of this man was unforgettable, to say the least. You were a bit taken aback by his deep voice, the depth of it unexpected, given his angelic face.

You gave a polite nod his way and he smiled as he returned to reading the book in his hands.

Not wanting to disturb his reading session, you quietly moved to get past him, to continue your search. The small passageway and seemingly endlessly littered books and trolleys making your efforts damn near impossible.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, but I really need to get to the other side" you flashed an apologetic smile while pointing past the blonde with your finger as if the reason for you needing to get past him was not blithely clear already.

He followed the gesture of your hand, and quickly answered.

"Oh, Yeah. Of course, go ahead. Miss...?"

"Y/N." You quickly finished his sentence. "And you are..?"

"I'm Felix, nice to meet you Y/N." he smiled as he turned, pressing his body as tightly as he could against one of the bookshelves, signaling with his hands for you to go past him.

"Thank you." You said gratefully, adding a small head-bow. As you took a step closer, you angled your body, making pulling it flush against his, thinking it to be the lesser of two evils.

Your bodies painfully flushed together as you tried to wiggle your way past him and the unfortunately placed trolly, that for whatever reason seemed to be welded to the floor. His hands moved to hold the sides of your t-shirt in an attempt to help stabilize your steps.

His cologne engulfed your senses with the close proximity, making you clench around nothing as you could feel wetness starting to form between your legs as your body unconsciously moved an inch closer to the man in front of you.

You dared a glance at him, pleasantly surprised at the sight you were met with.

Felix's cheeks had flushed a pink hue, eyes closed in an apparent attempt at self-restraint, lower lip caught between his teeth.

Cute...

Your body moved as if on cue, your mind not even registering your movements before your hands made contact with the flushed blonde before you, tracing feather light, experimental touches across the sides of his torso, gliding up to settle on the pecks of his chest. His grip on your shirt tightened as a barely audible whimper escaped his lips.

The delighted smirk on your face met by his surprised one. Seemingly unable to register the sound that had previously escaped him.

"I- I'm Sorry..." he cleared his throat, embarrassed eyes turning away as his small voice trailed off mid-sentence.

Perfect...

A wicked smile on your lips, you leaned into his ear and whispered,

"That's one hell of a delicious sound you got there, Kitten" you leaned back to look at him as his eyes snapped back to meet yours, unsure if he had heard you right.

Your lustful eyes made him swallow thickly. You felt his cock twitch against your core and the color of his cheeks turned from pink to a deep crimson, spreading all the way to his ears. You licked your lips. His breath hitching in anticipation as you moved to close the distance between you.

You raised your hands to cup his burning cheeks, trapping him in a passionate kiss, taking away whatever little resolve he had as he melted into your touch.

One hand taking a firm grip of the roots of his hair, gently pulling him back, deepening the kiss, the other tracing down his chest, past his chiseled abs, stopping at the apparent bulge to stroke some much needed relief over his strained core. The sound of wet kisses and whimpers filling the tight space between bookshelves.

You broke the kiss to give room for a much needed oxygen boost. Your lungs desperately deprived of air, and by the looks of it, you were not the only one. Felix was panting helplessly, pleading eyes begging you not to stop.

"Tell me what you want" voice hushed and sultry, devilish eyes meeting his hooded ones. Felix broke eye contact, seemingly embarrassed of the thought of voicing his desires. You pressed your chest to his, your warm breath making him shutter as it fanned over the shell of his ear.

"Use your words Kitten, and I'll make you feel real good, yeah?"

Moving slowly downward, you let your tongue taste his neck before leaving a trail of wet kisses along his collarbone.

You unbuttoned his pants, letting your hand slip inside the leathery material. Teasingly stroking his length as you coaxed the boy to speak.

"I want to... ah... t-touch you." he finally mustered between staggered breaths. His husky, submissive tone sent a shot of electricity straight to your core, making your cunt throb.

"If you want to touch me, you'll have to

earn it, Kitten." Crouching down to your knees, you placed your hands on the back of his thighs. Stroking reassuring circles with your thumbs before teasing digits followed the outline of his clothed muscles, stopping by the hem of his pants.

You swiftly removed the piece of clothing, freeing his cock with a slight bounce and left the fabric to pool around his ankles.

His breath clung to his lungs, turning into a relieved moan as he felt you wrap your hand around his base, gently gripping him. His muscles tensed beneath your hand as you applied a bit more pressure. You kept eye contact with him as you reached out to taste his twitching cock. Going base to tip in one painfully slow drag with your hot, wet tongue, you eventually shut your eyes. A satisfied hum escaped your throat as the salty precum connected with your taste buds.

As you opened your eyes to reap the fruits of your labor, you felt his member twitch expectantly in your hands as your eyes met. Hooded eyes filled with lustful anticipation, his body trembled with your every touch in the most delicious display of sinful submission.

Oh, what a delectable scene to behold.

You moved to grip the hem of his shirt pulling it upwards, exposing his sculpture abs with it. You took your time admiring the way his honey glossed skin prickled as you applied feather light kisses to them. He really must have been hand crafted by Venus herself. His waist was slim, shoulder wide. He was not just pretty, he was gorgeous. You had to mentally slap yourself to keep yourself focused.

"Here Kitten, be a good boy and hold this in your mouth for me." Felix wasted no time following your command, his hand trembled as he reached to take the fabric out of your way.

"Words Kitten..." you commanded, voice low and hushed.

"Y-yes, Mommy" he breathlessly stifled out as he placed the fabric between his teeth.

The sudden impromptu nickname surprised you.

It was an unexpected answer to say the least, albeit not entirely unwelcome. You would not have guessed he had it in him based on your first impression of him, but then again, you would not have guessed him to be this submissive either, so you supposed you should not be so taken aback by it. You should never judge a book by its cover after all.

You scuffed. A subtle pleased smirk gracing your features before responding to his enthusiasm with a faint,

"Good boy."

You wrapped your plump lips around his length, slowly lowering yourself over him, swirling your tongue around the tip as you went down.

You moved your hand to cup his balls, gently playing with them before you started to apply gentle pressure, stroking the underside of his length.

"I-I can't... ah... so.. so good!" Subtle beads of pleasure starting to form at the corners of his eyes.

Felix leaned his head back against the heavy bookshelf as his hands gently fell to the top of your head, his fingers intertwining with the strands of your hair. He offered no pressure, no aim to guide your movements. His shaky hands only set out to find a place of rest in a desperate attempt to ground himself. His hips squirmed helplessly with the building pleasure of the tortuous assault of your mouth to his core.

You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a noticeable 'pop' and Felix looked like he was ready to do the same. His hands were trembling as he desperately tried to hold on to what little sanity he had left.

"No cumming now, Kitten. You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" Your hands continued to teasingly stroke his cock as you spoke, making it difficult for the poor boy to form a coherent answer.

"I-... ah.. I can't..." gentle tears blurred his vision. He could feel the unsought of his release creeping menacingly close, as he struggled to get away from your touch, not wanting the pleasure to end.

You quickly released your grip of him and watched him whimper as the sudden inaction chased his high away. His chest heaved with want, its color matching the flush of his pretty star sprinkled cheeks as he tried to break through the fog of unadulterated bliss.

"P-please.." Felix managed to let out between sobs, voice small and pleading. Bringing your tongue back to the tip of his cock, you teased him with small, wet Kitten licks before taking the length of him into your mouth. You bobbed your head in a hurried fashion, feeling his soft head bouncing off the back of your throat.

Felix moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, making the shirt fall from his mouth. He quickly replaced it with his fist in a desperate, albeit futile, attempt to hold back screams while the other gripped his shirt anew, unable to handle the pleasure your mouth conditioned him with.

His beautiful moans and hitched breaths spurring you on as you quickened your ministries. You could feel the wetness dripping from your neglected sex, unable to deny the effects his pleas had on you.

"Cum for me Kitten" you said breathlessly, before returning to suck on his length with newly found determination.

That was seemingly all the permission Felix needed, making his walls of fragile attempt to restrain come crashing down before your very eyes. Cumming with the most deliciously sinful broken moans you had ever heard.

His orgasm sent electricity flowing through every nerve, muscles flexing and relaxing by their own accord as pearls of sweat dripped from his temples, down to his chiseled pecs. White flashes of hot bliss washing over him in waves. Cock twitching violently, coating your mouth with stripes of warm, delectable release.

You sucked him through his high, making sure to milk every last drop of his essence before swallowing, unwilling to let any of his delicious nectar go to waste.

You stood from your kneeling position, legs a tad shaky from the tiring position and carpeted concrete. You used your thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth, before licking it clean.

Felix looked at your suggestive move, lingering chock and exhaustion from his intensive release, apparent on his stunning features.

He looked like he was going to cum again, cock unrelentingly hard, twitching as a result of your blatant display of insatiable lust.

"Thanks for the meal, Kitten." You winked before leaving to get your things.

What the fuck did I just do?

***

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Stay dark my friends.

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togrowoldinv · 2 years ago

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After Class

Professors!WandaNat x Female Reader

Professor Maximoff takes you to her office after class where Professor Romanoff is waiting for you both

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, strap on sex, oral (N, W, R receiving), fingering, overstimulation, Wanda being dominant and a lil bit mean

Note: The best professors are back. Enjoy this one!

WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist

On the first day of class, Professor Maximoff asks everyone what they are looking forward to most about this semester. Most answers she gets are about learning more, making friends, or experiencing new things.

When it’s your turn, she looks at you expectantly. You had taken her wife’s class last semester and that ended with you in bed with her and Professor Romanoff.

“I’m looking forward to expanding my knowledge of life,” you give some blanket answer.

Wanda nods and moves along to the next student. You can’t focus for the entire first class. You’re too busy thinking about last time you saw her.

It was two weeks ago. Natasha had been teasing her all day, but not letting her touch herself or you touch her. That night you and Nat worshipped her like your lives depended on it.

After class, you wait until all the other students have left. You approach Wanda at her desk.

“Hey sweetheart,” Wanda says. “Did you enjoy the lecture?”

“Oh, um- yeah. It was great,” you say.

She sees through you but chooses to ignore it. Wanda gathers her things and walks toward the door.

“You coming?” She asks.

You follow after her and go to her office. When she opens the door, Natasha is sitting in her office chair. Wanda closes the door behind you.

“Oh good you brought our girl,” Nat says. She makes grabby hands at you. You know she wants you to sit on her lap.

“Hey Natasha,” you greet her, sitting on her lap in the process.

“Hi detka,” she says. She drops a kiss to your cheek. “How was class?”

“She didn’t pay attention,” Wanda butts in.

“Oh, that won’t do. Why didn’t you pay attention, y/n?” Nat asks. She grips your face and makes you look into her eyes.

“I was distracted by Wanda’s beauty,” you say sweetly.

Natasha, the softer with you of the two women, leans in to kiss your lips but Wanda pulls you from her lap. She holds your face.

“You were a bad student today,” Wanda says. “Do you know what that means I’m going to do to you?”

“No ma’am,” you say.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Then maybe you’ll pay attention in class,” Wanda says. Her voice is dripping with lust.

Natasha stands up and joins you and Wanda. Wanda kisses your lips harshly once before she lifts her skirt up.

She reveals she’s wearing a long, red strap that she fully intends on using on you. Nat takes off your pants.

“Kneel for her, y/n,” Natasha says.

You listen to her. Kneeling before Wanda, you take the strap in your mouth. She moans as you lick and suck on the fake cock. Natasha leans over your body and kisses Wanda deeply. You look up to see the scene. It’s absolutely breathtaking to see the two women making out.

“Fuck, she’s so good,” Wanda says.

“I want to taste her. Can I?” Natasha asks. Wanda is in charge the majority of the time.

“Go ahead, baby.”

Natasha lays on the ground and places her head between your legs. You sink lower until your pussy is brushing against her lips. Nat grabs your ass and helps you ride her face.

“Keep going,” Wanda says when you briefly stop from the sensation of Nat eating you out. “Y/n, keep going.”

Nat doesn’t relent as she continues to work her tongue against you. You suck Wanda’s cock for what feels like forever. But you don’t mind.

Soon, you’re coming against Natasha’s tongue. She moans as she tastes you. The woman gets out from under you and kisses Wanda immediately.

“I want to see her take your cock, Wanda,” Natasha says.

“I want that too,” she replies. “Up.”

You stand up and Wanda pushes you back onto her desk. Nat opens your shirt and unhooks your bra. She makes quick work of licking and sucking your nipples.

Wanda finds you more than ready for her cock as she slips the appendage over your folds to gather even more wetness.

“All of this is for me,” Wanda says.

“Mhm,” Nat mumbles against your chest.

Wanda slips inside of you and loves the loud moans you let out as she moves in and out. She revels in the way her wife looks as she litters your chest with marks. Natasha smiles at her wife as she picks up the pace.

Wanda’s hips move quickly and you watch as she grips your thighs.

“You’re doing so good,” Natasha praises you.

“Fuck, y/n. You better be a good girl in class now,” Wanda says as she makes her final strokes before you’re coming.

She doesn’t stop even when you’ve came all over her strap. Wanda keeps moving inside you. You bite your lip at the pleasure filled pain.

“Wanda, she’s sensitive. Ease up, baby,” Natasha says. She holds her hand out to stop Wanda.

“She’s fine, Natasha,” Wanda replies.

Nat moves to Wanda’s side. You hear the two of them mumbling in Russian. Nat kisses Wanda before she uses her hand to help her get you off.

“You’re okay, y/n,” Natasha says as she sees tears forming in your eyes.

“Come for me,” Wanda says.

The feeling of Wanda’s strap and Natasha’s fingers on your clit are enough for you to come hard again. This time she pulls out of you.

Natasha leans down and kisses your pussy softly. Your hips jerk up at the motion.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Nat says.

“Natasha, stop it. She’s fine,” Wanda says. “Aren’t you, y/n?”

“I’m good,” you reply quickly.

“Good girl,” Wanda says.

While you come down from your high, you see Natasha kneel before her wife and quickly make her come. You know it’s a punishment for your lack of attention in class that it wasn’t you who got to taste Wanda.

Natasha comes too from touching herself while she ate Wanda out. The two women knew you were watching so they put on a show with extra moans and touches.

“Can you handle one more?” Wanda asks you once they’ve both settled down.

“Yes ma’am,” you say even though you’re not sure it’s true.

“Sit in my chair,” Wanda says. “Natasha open the door.”

“What?” Nat asks.

“You heard me. Open the door,” Wanda says. Nat listens and opens the office door. “Now, y/n has to come before someone walks by or else we might have some trouble, won’t we?”

“Oh fuck,” you say as Wanda drops to her knees. She starts eating you out with practiced motions.

You swear you hear footsteps approaching the door, but Wanda keeps a strong grip on your hips. You’re stuck in place as she takes your sensitive clit in her mouth.

“We’ve got incoming,” Natasha says. She’s partially guarding the door while also watching you and Wanda.

Wanda takes that as a challenge. She adds a couple of fingers to her ministrations. You come within seconds.

“Mmm, will you be good in class now?” Wanda asks. She keeps a finger pressing on your sensitive pussy. You squirm underneath her touch.

“Yes ma’am,” you say.

She relents her touching and Nat closes the door. Natasha helps you get dressed again. She places soft kisses to your lips, knowing Wanda was rough with you today.

Wanda gives you a hug and she opens the door to leave.

“I’ll see you both tonight?” Wanda asks.

“I have to study,” you say.

“We can help you study,” Nat suggests. “We have a good reward system.”

“And punishment system,” Wanda adds.

How can you say no to that?

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miniwheat77 · 1 year ago

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Pure Sin. (Professor!Graves x Reader.)

!NSFW, professor x student relationship, smut, sex toys, unprotected p in v sex, NO MINORS YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

This was a request, you can find that here!

You’re sitting in a lecture, waiting.

Professor Graves’ class is next, and you can’t wait.

There’s been a sense of tension between the both of you since you started in his class at the beginning of the semester. When you made eye contact, it always seemed intense. When you had to go over something with him, or stay after class. He was always friendly. His hand was always on your thigh, sometimes he’d toy with your hair around your face and a couple times, he’d called your pretty.

When you offered to help him set up his room, he told you “nonsense. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t do any heavy lifting. I’ve got it.”

That’s probably what motivated you to start doing what you did.

You typically wore skirts, but always the kind attached to a pair of shorts. But you’d come across a couple of pleated skirts during a shopping trip that had nothing to hide you. It’s what made you decide to do it in the first place. You started showing off your panties underneath your skirts, making sure that only he can see when you’re bending down.

The first time you bent over in front of him, his eyes widened. Coughing and clearing his throat. Looking away quickly. But the more you showed yourself off, the more he looked. The longer he stared.

But he stayed away. He’s a professor, he couldn’t have a relationship like that with you. It was wrong. So he kept to himself.

When you figured out it wasn’t working, you took your panties off.

The first time he got a good view of you, bent over with nothing on underneath. He sputtered and choked on his coffee, eyes going wide immediately and he turned away from his class. You’d caught him completely off guard and he had to sit down immediately. Feeling himself growing hard beneath his slacks. How on earth were you just walking around like that?

But than he started to catch on.

You were shy around the other boys. Barely moved from your seat. When you dropped something and had to pick it up in front of them, you’d crouch all of the way down so that they couldn’t see you. You only wanted him to see you. He knew it now.

One particular day, you’d showed yourself off to him a little bit and he just couldn’t take it anymore. You clearly wanted him, and he wasn’t going to make you suffer. “Y/N. Will you stay after class?” He asks. Raising up your paperwork. You nod your head nervously.

“Teachers pet.” A boy mumbles, making you roll your eyes. They always called you that.

At the end of the lecture, when everyone made their way out, you packed up your items and made your way over to his desk. Tugging your backpack on. “W-what did you want to talk about Professor?” You ask. “I wanted to talk about this with you.” He raises up your essay that you had written.

He’d given out a rubric, assigning you to write about the 7 deadly sins. And which sin affected you the most.

“I wanted to say that you did a great job. It’s well written, you have good sources and good stories.” He smiles. “And.. you’re a brave girl.” He smirks. “What?”

“You’re the only student in here that was brave enough to write about Lust.” Your cheeks burn and you look down at your feet. “I wanted to show you something before my next lecture but it starts in a few minutes. Stop by before class tomorrow?” He asks. You nod your head. “Good girl.” He breathes. Watching you as you walk toward the door. Once that door is closed he’s palming himself through his pants. Trying to calm the raging fire inside of himself.

———

The next day, you did as he said. You showed up thirty minutes early and knocked before you came in, hearing him call that you could come in. He was waiting at his desk. You walk in, and he stands up. “Go ahead and sit down, I’ve got to get something.” He smiles. You sit down, unaware that he’s going to lock the door. You’re inside with him, completely alone. You’re still standing when he comes back to his desk. “I wanted to ask you something.” He sits down in his chair, moving himself closer to you with his feet. “Do you show yourself off to anyone else, or is it just me?” He smiles, leaning back and crossing his arms. Your heart starts to race. “What?” You ask. “It’s okay. Cmere darling.” He reaches out, grasping your hand and tugging you closer. “Let’s take this off, yeah?” He tugs your backpack straps down, laying it on the ground by your feet.

“I know what you’re doing.” He breathes. Pulling you closer until you’re standing between his thighs. He toys with the edge of your skirt, fingers gliding over your exposed thighs. “You’re showing yourself to me. And.. I just want you to know that it’s working.” He can hear your heart pounding in your chest. You’re so nervous. “I see you, pretty girl. And I’ll give you what you want. You just have to make it through one lesson, you can do that. Can’t you?” His fingers glide up your skirt on the top of your thigh and he can hear you take in a sharp breath. “Y-yes sir.”

“But.. I’ve got something. Picked it up last night. Something that’ll make you feel better about everything.” He smiles.

He stands up, and your eyes follow him as he does, he towers over you and you gasp as he pushes you back into his desk. Raising your skirt up. “Deep breath darling, your heart is gonna beat right out of your chest.” He laughs. He grasps your thighs, lifting you up until you’re sitting on his desk. He returns to his chair, opening up his drawer. He pulls out the toy he’d prepared for this. You swallow hard when you see it. “I want you to keep it in for my lecture today.” He breathes. You’re nervous and he can tell. “Nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a plain toy. I want to see you squirm sweetheart.” He stands up, moving closer to you. Letting his hand slide between your legs. His fingers gliding over your opening. “You deserve to squirm for a little bit. After all, you’ve made me wait a long, long time.” He laughs.

He circles your clit with his fingers.

You stiffen up when he slides a finger into you. Moaning as he begins to pump it in and out of you.

“Fuck… You sound… amazing.” He breathes. He adds another finger, hearing you whine out. Just when you’re feeling the knot start to form in your stomach, he draws his fingers back. You breathe out. Your cheeks are flushed and he smiles. He slides the toy into you, seeing your eyes widen. Once he’s got it completely in, he pulls away from you. “You make it through today.. and I’ll let you have what you’ve been waiting for.” He rests his hand on his cock through his jeans, seeing you swallow hard. “Go take your seat darling.”

You nod your head, going to sit down. He watches you walk awkwardly to your seat. Laughing to himself.

You wait patiently, and when people come in, he starts talking, and you’re lost in your assignment. You’re watching him write something on the board behind his desk. It’s fairly quiet aside from small talk from the others in the room.

You see his hand dip down into his pocket. What you don’t see, is his hand grip the tiny remote.

He presses it, turning to look at you just as it starts to vibrate. You stiffen up immediately. Hands clutching hard at the table. He conceals a smile, turning back to the board and turning the vibration setting up higher. You clench your eyes closed, and your body stays stiff as you start to squirm in your seat. It was going to be a long lecture.

Throughout the entire lecture, he’s toying with you. He’ll turn it off, turn it on full speed. Turning it on really low and watching you grind down into your chair. Your eyes water and you’re frustrated. Ready to explode by the time his painful lecture ends at last. You’re sitting at the end of the first table with your teeth gritted, waiting for everyone to leave the room. “Waiting to talk to him again teachers pet? You’ve probably done enough extra credit for the whole class.” One of the guys says to you as he’s leaving. You roll your eyes which is more than a reaction you’ve given him all year. Professor Graves finds it amusing. The moment the door is closed, he’s making his way over to lock it behind the others. “Thank god, please take it out.” You breathe. Making your way up to him.

“Not yet, Doll. We haven’t even started.” He laughs. Hearing you huff. “Please I can’t take anymore.” You want to cry.

He lifts you back up into his desk, tugging the remote from his pocket. “I want to watch you cum.” He smirks. “I know you’ve been waiting for it, sweet girl.” He chews at his lip. You lean back onto your hands as he presses the button, seeing you jump and tense up as it starts to vibrate. “Do you think you’ve earned it?”

You nod your head. He turns up the speed. “Do you? Because.. I don’t think you have.” He turns it up even higher and you’re practically squirming on his desk. Clutching at the edges of it until your knuckles turn white. “Please.” You cry. “I don’t think you’ve earned it baby. You’ve been such a bad girl. Teasing me. I think.. I should stop it.”

“No! Please-“ you cry out. “Please don’t- don’t stop it. Please!” You let out a sob, thighs shaking from the intensity of the vibrations. “Beg for it than. Tell me how bad you want to cum.”

“Please- I won’t tease you anymore, I’ll be good. I swear- please don’t stop. Please let me cum Professor Graves.”

Please leaves your lips in chants and he watches you shake and sob as your climax approaches. He moves between your legs.

“It’s not good enough.”

He stops it all together and a sob leaves your lips, body relaxing. Actual tears start to stream down your face and your thighs shake violently. He laughs at you, how pathetic you are. He pulls you off of his desk, spinning you around until your back is to him before pushing you over it. “Don’t cry. I’m not finished yet.” He taunts. He laughs as he lifts up your skirt, pushing it up and over your hips, exposing you to him once more. His tongue glides over his bottom lip as he unzips his slacks, pulling his cock through the hole and lining up with your entrance.

When he slides into you, a choked gasp leaves your lips.

He feels better than any vibrator.

“There we go… that’s what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it?” He laughs. “Yes- yes!” You cry. “Good girl. Poor thing.. can feel you throbbing around me. So desperate to cum.”

He taunts you, drawing his hips back and burying himself back into you. You lurch forward with every bruising thrust he takes. “Poor thing.. so needy. Now you know how it feels. How I’ve felt these past few weeks.” He chuckles. “If you wanted me… all you had to do was ask.”

“I’m sorry-“ you whine. He wraps his arms around you, forcing you to stand upright. Your back pressed into his chest and he forces your face to the left to look at him. “I forgive you. I think you’ve learned your lesson.” He smirks. He forces your face back to kiss him, he kisses you hard, teeth knocking into yours with his forcefulness. He keeps his hard thrusts, cock nestled up inside of you. Hips moving with yours. “Fuck-“ you cry, laying back over the desk. He holds onto your hips, fucking into you. “You’re so wet. So fucking tight on me baby.” He groans, letting his eyes screw shut. The muscles in his neck tighten and tense up with how hard he grits his teeth, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this good. “Professor Graves- please.”

He laughs, biting at his lip. “You gonna cum honey?” He licks his lips, tilting his head back. He’s getting close himself. He pulls out of you abruptly, spinning you around before you can protest, lifting you up onto the desk once more. He slides you to the edge of it, sliding back into you. You cry out as he fills you back up again. “Oh fuck!” You whine. “I’m so close.” You cry. “That’s it. That’s a good girl Y/N. You’re doing so good.” He breathes. “Keeping up with me too… god you’re amazing.” He laughs. He holds onto your thighs, so tightly it feels like he might bruise you. “I feel so full.” You gasp. He chews at his lip, fighting his climax back. He needs to feel you cum around him. “Look at me.” He moves himself closer. “I think you’ve finally earned it.” He breathes. “You think so honey?” He keeps his lips pursed. “Yes- yes Professor Graves.” You whine. “Please let me cum.”

“Such a good girl. Go on.” He moves closer, lips right by your ear. His warm breath sends chills down your spine. “Cum on my cock baby.” He breathes. One final thrust into you and you’re crying out. Chills covering your body with how hard he sends you right into your climax. Your body shakes and you squirm as he keeps fucking you, sobbing as he keeps his brutal pace. “Just… oh fuck- a minute more.” He hisses out. Just a couple more thrusts and he’s falling apart, the feeling of you throbbing around him sends him over the edge. He doesn’t pull out. He buries himself right into you to the hilt and fills you full. Dragging you off of his desk and sitting down in his chair with you in his lap. He’s breathing hard and you’re a blushing mess above him as he comes down from his high.

He rests his head back against his chair, breathing out. “Fuck..” he sighs. His heart thumps hard in his chest and you can listen to it as it starts to settle down. “Damn baby.” He wipes mouth, laughing. “M’too old for this.” He laughs. Seeing you blush above him, squirming around because he’s still inside you. You can feel his filth seeping out of you, around his shaft. “All worn out honey.” He smiles. “It’s okay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I can do all of the work.” You bite your lip, seeing his smirk. He can’t help but laugh. “Fuck… you’re a bad girl.” He laughs. You rest your hands on his chest, adjusting yourself on him. The way you brace yourself has him hardening again. “Fuck. You’re a temptress you know that? Gonna get me into trouble.” He breathes. “We’ve been in here for too long already, besides. I think you deserve a comfy bed rather than a desk. How about you come home with me?” He looks up at you.

“Uh.. yeah. Sure.” Your cheeks are pink, you didn’t know how far he wanted to take this.

“Funny. I just came inside you and you’re still so bashful.” He laughs. “Meek little thing. Cmon.” He helps you off him, hearing you gasp out as he slides out of you. He can’t help but laugh. You tug your skirt down, eyes widening as you feel his filth seeping back out of you. He watches with a grin as it starts to drip down your thighs. “Fuck.. I could get used to that.”

“Is.. there a bathroom or something?” You blush. “Yeah but you can’t use it. Deal with it until we get to mine. It’s your punishment for teasing me for so long.” He winks. Hearing you protest as he pushes you along. “Get your backpack, brat.” His hand clapping against your ass has you jumping forward.

You pick it up and following him to the door. “Good girl.”

“Now act like you don’t have my cum dripping between your thighs or you’ll get us in trouble.”

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puckinghischier · 6 months ago

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how are we feeling after that sexy goal of quinn’s? i still need to watch the game on demand (sadly i’m never able to watch live) but, i saw the clip of his goal and i just- 😮‍💨

proud of him, love that for him, very sexy captain of him

BUT

he’s in perpetual time out until i say otherwise bc the way he didn’t score until i turned the game off to go to bed was absolutely so nasty of him. i did NOTHING to deserve this and he needs to realize his actions have consequences

#alliyaps #he’s so mean to me and for what #all i do is love and support him #and this is how he repays me #how RUDE #quinn hughes #lectures w/lust

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natashaslittlegirl · 2 years ago

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Professor - WandaNat

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORK. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: Wanda knew that she failed her last exam, she showed up without having studied, what she also knew, is that her favorite professor is disappointed, so she has to make it up to her.

Professor!Natasha Romanoff x Student!Wanda Maximoff

Smut, top!Natasha, bottom!Wanda, teasing, masturbation (W), vaginal fingering (W receiving), praise and degrading kink, choking (N to W), dirty talk, overstimulation, orgasm control, hair pulling, spanking (W receiving(just one))

Words count: 2300+

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Wanda had shown up to take her literature exam without having studied, not because she didn't want to, she was one of the best students in the entire university and Miss Romanoff's favorite. She just forgot, disappointing her favorite teacher, feeling bad about it.

Natasha, in addition to being stressed by having to do more than ten lectures a week, her perfect student was failing her.

The student who always present her essays and exams on time, the one who helped her carry her things to her office and with whom she had wet dreams almost every night. It was no surprise to Natasha that she liked Wanda, the girl was totally beautiful and perfectly her type. In addition to the fact that she sometimes showed herself with those slightly revealing outfits that left a lot to imagination.

And she was always looking for a way to stay after class, either with a question or just to tell her some fun fact, which she found very adorable.

She knew that Wanda liked her, her looks weren't discreet at all, she shamelessly undressed her in front of the whole class. One smirk at her and Wanda was already squeezing her thighs, and this could be seen clearly since she was sitting right in front of her desk. Every time she goes with her short little skirts, Natasha can't help but devour her with her gaze, discreetly while everyone do her lecture.

One day Wanda had stayed after class to clear up some doubts, sitting next to her at the desk, her bare thighs almost touching hers, and Natasha couldn't resist placing her hand on them, squeezing it and listening to the sweet moan that scape out of Wanda's mouth. After that, she knew she had to be with her one way or another, how could a mere sound from her leave her so frustrated? How could a twenty year old girl have her like that? She didn't know if it was because of the fact that Wanda was younger or the interest she showed, the attention she sought or the simple fact that her beauty incited her to sin.

Today, a Friday like any other, in the last class of the day, Literature 101 of Professor Romanoff, Wanda was perfectly seated in her chair in front of her desk.

In one of her short skirts, her thigh-high stockings, and a black shirt, she was beautiful and fucking hot.

Natasha's first thought was how good her student would look tied up and bending over on her desk. Not very appropriate of her, but that only stayed in a little place of her mind. It wasn't strange for the two of them to share those lustful glances, Wanda never thought that she could go beyond a simple flirt or a bit of tease. Miss Romanoff seemed untouchable, with all her authority and her tight suits, with her rasping voice and her serious look.

All this little game between the two was consuming them, there were countless times that Wanda had to go to her room practically running to touch herself thinking in her professor, or the number of times that she daydreamed in class wishing that Natasha could take her anywhere in the room.

"Afternoon everyone, let's begin in page 57, who wants to read?" Natasha started class promptly at six in the evening.

Carol Danvers raised her hand for Miss Romanoff to give her the word, then beginning to read a text by Alan Poe. Wanda boiled with jealousy every time Natasha gave her a smirk or preferred the blonde instead of her. She already knew that Carol wanted to be the teacher's pet, which irritated her even more. She fixed her eyes with frowning brows on her professor, who didn't spare her a glance, concentrating on what Carol was reading.

So she decided to fiddle with the buttons on her shirt, undoing one by one until she reached her breasts and that's when she got the attention she wanted. Natasha's gaze fell on her hands, as her fingers ran up and down the fabric, watching her teacher swallow and clear her throat.

Wanda also knew that Natasha must be angry with her, for failing her last test and taking into account the looks of her teacher towards her today, she thought about taking the next step. With her provocative outfit already planned and without wearing panties she was going to convince her.

The two hours of the lecture passed, ending the class, a class in which Natasha was left frustrated trying not to pay attention to her student.

Everyone was leaving while Wanda stayed sat in her chair, crossing her legs feeling how wet she already was. It was time to go home since all classes were over. Once the last student left, Wanda got up from her chair and walked over to her professor's desk.

"Miss Romanoff, can we talk?" she said innocently as Natasha turned, looking her up and down.

"Let's go to my office, Miss Maximoff." She speak to her in an angry and harsh tone, making Wanda shudder. She took her things and followed her to her office, her gaze glued to her body until Natasha sat down behind her desk. "What do you want, Miss Maximoff?" Natasha didn't want to look at her, she was angry.

"Talking about my exam but, are you not going to call me Wanda anymore?"

"It's the same, I call you by your last name."

"Yeah, but I like the way you say my name more," Wanda sat in the chair opposite, starting to play with the edge of her skirt, which had risen up exposing almost all her skin, "why are you angry, Natasha?"

"I'm not mad, I'm disappointed in you, how could you fail the exam, you're the best at everything" She let out a snarl, finally looking up to her eyes but quickly drifting to her thighs.

"Let me make it up to you." a smirk appeared on Wanda's face as she got up to lock the door.

"What are you doing, Wanda?" She walked slowly over to where Miss Romanoff was, sitting down at her desk putting her legs on each side of Natasha's chair.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it." Natasha's eyes were dark and a thousand possibilities flashed through her mind.

"This is wrong." She growled, trying not to look at her student, who was spread-legged sitting in front of her.

"We both want it, I see how you look at me and you know the reaction you cause in me, Miss Romanoff, don't play dumb." Wanda's hand went to Natasha's chin, forcing her to look into her eyes, "you want it as much or more than me."

"Touch yourself." Natasha leaned back in her chair with a smirk on her face, watching as Wanda's hands began to unbutton her shirt, revealing that she was not wearing a bra.

She squeezed her breasts, her fingers pricking her already hard nipples, stealing a moan from her. Wanda was dripping on the desk, she was sure, Natasha's gaze was burning her. Without being asked, her hand went under until it was between her legs, lifting her skirt to revealing her that she wasn't wearing panties either.

"Such a slut you are, Wanda." The raspy voice of her teacher made her walls clenched to nothing, beginning to rub her already swollen and neglected clit, "Who knew, the perfect student would be such a little slut."

"Fuck." Wanda sighed, running her fingers over her folds, gathering her liquids to then inserting a finger into hers.

"Slower." Natasha was beginning to guide her, never taking her gaze from her dripping pussy, as her finger disappeared inside her so slowly that Wanda could cry from it.

"Please." A small blush appeared on her cheeks, she wanted to go faster, but she couldn't disobey Natasha. She couldn't disappointed her, again.

"No." Wanda let out a whimper, trying to keep up the same speed.

"I need more, please."

"Another one." Wanda quickly inserted another finger inside her, curling them, touching hers G spot. "Faster."

She began to speed up her movements, feeling the knot in her stomach under her, moans coming from her mouth as her fingers moved in and out of her.

"What a pretty sounds you make, let's see what others I can get out of that beautiful mouth of yours."

One of Natasha's hands went to her neck, grabbing it and squeezing it, ripping a strangled moan from Wanda's throat.

"I-I'm gonna cum" the grip on her neck tightened.

"No, you are not allowed to cum." Natasha stood up, staying between her legs to now whisper in her ear, "I'm the only one who's going to make you cum, understand?"

Wanda agreed without stopping moving her fingers inside her, until the hand that was on her neck went to her wrist, making her stop, taking it out to put the wet fingers in her mouth. Natasha licked her fingers clean, their dark eyes locked as Wanda was panting for air with her parted lips.

"Get down and bend over on the desk." She did as she was told, now she was with her stomach pressed against the wood table, her arms around her head and her legs slightly spread.

Natasha positioned herself behind her, pressing into her hips causing Wanda to push back. Her professor's hands lifted her skirt, leaving it coiled around her waist while one of Natasha's feet hit her legs to separate them from her.

"Such a dirty girl you are, coming to university without panties, do you think that's a good thing, Wanda?" She reminded silent, a hand slammed into her ass, "Answer me."

"Yes," she let out her answer with a sigh.

"Look how wet you are, pathetically dripping like a slut, does it turn you on? Does the fact that I'm about to fuck you turn you on?" Natasha put her index finger at her entrance, not thrusting it in or moving it.

"Yes, so much, you turn me on so much, please." Wanda couldn't handle so much arousal anymore, she needed her to touch her now.

"You don't deserve it, you fail your exam, you have an attitude towards me, you come without panties and on top of that you spent all your time teasing me in class."

"You want this more than me, Miss Romanoff, we both know it. I know you want to touch me until I can't handle it anymore." Natasha lets out a laugh, in fact, Wanda is right, she wants to fuck her until she doesn't have a drop of cum anymore.

"On top of that, do you have the nerve to talk back to me? Oh, little girl, you don't know what you're getting yourself into."

She was about to answer when two of her fingers entered her suddenly, stealing a dry moan from her throat.

"You make a noise and I'll stop." Natasha inserted her fingers hard, making the desk move and making it increasingly difficult for Wanda to hold back her moans.

She leaned over, laying on top of her student to grab her hair with her other hand, forming a ponytail to pull her up, Wanda tried not to make a sound, but it was impossible when Natasha curled her fingers inside her.

"Oh, looks like we'll stop here." She feint to remove her fingers.

"No, no! please, I'm so close, please!" Wanda literally cried out.

"Then beg for it, beg or I won't continue." Natasha's lips were glued to her neck, sucking on it without caring if she left marks or not.

"Please, Natasha, keep fucking me, do whatever you want to me!" Wanda was desperate, tears began to form in her eyes, trying to move her hips down against her teacher's hand.

"Such a needy slut, you're being pathetically desperate, Wanda," Natasha sucked on her earlobe to whisper in her husky voice, "and I fucking love it." She began to move her fingers again, grabbing her neck pressing her body with hers.

"Let me cum, Miss Romanoff, pl-" Natasha squeeze her neck, cutting of her words.

"Shut the fuck up." Wanda was about to pass out, the pressure in her lower stomach was becoming unbearable. Tears rolling on her face, her part lips panting for air and Natasha still thrusting in her was too much.

And then, she stopped. Her professor stopped.

"What the f-" Wanda was about to protest when Natasha pulled her fingers out to turn her around, sitting her on the desk and putting them back inside her. "Oh fuck fuck." She moaned at the sight of Natasha's lustful eyes looking at her.

"I want to look at you while you fall apart, so pretty." Natasha let her know that, she always told her that she was pretty, but this context was totally different.

"Please let me."

Natasha nodded, watching how Wanda tried to keep the eye contact but was impossible for her, shutting her eyes and leave out a loud scream, her professor's name was rolling out her mouth. Her body started to shake, the overstimulation taking her as Natasha keep thrusting her fingers in her.

The proud smirk on her face, like a child whose mischief turns out well, finally claiming her student's body.

Wanda was trying to recover, her chest raising and falling sharply. She opened her eyes to meet Natasha's intense gaze in her, her cheeks blushed and a light layer of sweat on her forehead.

"That was.." she said giggling.

"Yeah," Natasha took out her fingers to lick them, tasting her again. "you taste so good, I can't wait to eat you properly."

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hai7ani · 2 years ago

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nsfw mdni

in my econs class w the lecturer talking about subsidies and im here thinking about reader having some rough n rlly good sex w rindou after work and your clothes aren't even all the way off.... the top 4 buttons of his dress shirt r unbuttoned, pants still on w his belt unbuckled but still hanging onto the hoops n ur bra is off but the back of ur dress is unzipped, the top pulled down to your stomach and the hem is bunched up around your hips

neither of u are talking to each other, save for the moans and gasps and whimpers sounding from you both bouncing off the walls of ur shared bedroom -- just busy fucking and making each other cum again n again and you're arching ur back really prettily when he's got both hands on your hips, gripping ur flesh tight and he's kneeling in between your wide open legs. he's admiring the way ur tits r bouncing so prettily and rindou is fucking u really fast.... no breaks in between n you've got tears in ur eyes from the few previous bliss he's given u n when u open ur eyes u see him throwing his head back from the way you're spasming around his dick n it all just feels too good he can't help but moan so loud when u reach a hand down to rub on ur clit and u cum instantly from it. he's smirking stupidly down at u when u roll ur eyes back n ur sticky hands r gripping onto his arm for dear life. rindou simply bucks up into ur pussy harder n u yelp a little from the overstimulation

"baby..." its broken with gasps and rindou starts slowing down when he sees that u can't even speak properly, let alone open ur eyes. "you good?" he asks, brows furrowed a little when u don't reply instantly. he always does this... checking up on u as if he hadn't just cummed in ur pussy (no protection :0 he likes it raw) so many times n u grimace a little because it's all sticky and wet down there but u still nod ur head a little after regaining ur senses. and u realise that he's stopped moving now. "more..." u sigh with clouded and lustful albeit tired eyes blinking up at him softly, then suddenly moving ur hips a little to the front for more friction n he bites back a moan from the feeling. he was so close to cumming but he'd restrained himself out of worry for u

and he simply reaches a hand out to wipe the sweat away from ur forehead, brushing a few of ur stray hairs to the side and he leans down to press a sweet kiss on your temple. "you're tired." he states softly but u shake ur head. "i'm not... i'm okay. u haven't cummed yet." u wrap ur arms around his neck and he places both hands under ur bum, shifting ur body so that you're laying more comfortably on the bed though you whine in his ear when he pulls out n pulls up his pants. "i'm fine, babe. you're tired." rindou repeats, and you listen to him when he brings one of your sore legs up to kiss on ur ankle before sliding a rough n calloused yet so loving n gentle hand down your leg to massage your thigh. there's so many red finger marks on your flesh from how hard he's been gripping on them earlier and your heart can't help but soften at the sight of rindou leaning down again to press little kisses on the redness that's starting to bruise. "sorry, couldn't help it." he apologises softly and you reply by clamping ur legs shut and successfully trapping his head between ur thighs. u laugh loudly when he groans because he'd accidentally bumped his nose on ur clit from ur antics and its a little sticky now from cum..... "u're nasty, babe." he wipes it away w a palm before pressing down on both ur thighs to swiftly dive into ur pussy. he didn't even give u warning or a sign -- nothing. and he's lapping up ur juices, cleaning u up while u tug on his hair as u gasp. he groans when u mewl his name, "rin." it's tiny, it's desperate, and you cum again when he sucks on ur clit just right.

so much for you being tired, you think. and you smile giddily when he cums in his pants from eating u out because that is your husband right there -- putting urself before him, telling you he's fine n he doesn't mind not cumming that much, but u know otherwise when u saw the way he'd looked at u earlier w faint puppy eyes and u knew instantly what he wanted -- to cum in ur pussy just one more time, which is why u insisted that u can go another round but he said no n look where he's at now.... blushing into the sheets bc there's a big wet patch visible even on his black slacks that he'll have to clean by himself later bc you are not going to help him.

"it's all ur fault."

"okay baby."

"you're too pretty."

"okay baby..."

i want rindou SO.mbad u gyysbdont get it.

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hutchersonsgurl · 1 year ago

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Oh Professor Mike Schmidt

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warning 18+ MDNI.

You are 20 years old you just moved to a new state to start a life on your own to prove to everyone from your hometown that you can leave a small town and still make it you have been in a certain Professor's class his name is mr schmidt and for over a month you two have been flirting with each other hoping that nobody else caught on when college is over you go on dates with mike meet his little sister Abby

Paring x reader with Mike Schmidt but this he's your college professor 🤭

taglist @leahdhopkins4321

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Last night you had a sex dream about Mike and now it's time for class so you gotta shake it off you hop in the shower take a quick shower and get dressed you are wearing a cute little flower dress that shows a little cleavage and a little hoodie to go with it

You hop in your car and leave for college the first few hours of college were boring you were zoning out in the lecture when you felt your phone buzz

Are we still on for dinner late? Mike texts

You bet ;) you text back

The lecture is over so you start walking over to the other building where Mike's class takes place as you enter the building you walked by a janitor closet and you feel to hands pull you in

W-what the hell you say about ready to fight

Woah woah easy there mommas it's just me Mike says with a smirk pulling you closer to him

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly

He kisses you back picking you up in his arms and turning into a makeout but as it was heating up your dress rising up showing your lace underneath

"Oh fuck" Mike mumbles under his breath" You have no idea how many bad things I wanna do to you yn," he says with lust in his eyes

"You have no idea how much I want you right now, "you say pulling him by the hem of his shirt

"Maybe if you're a good girl after dinner you'll get dessert," Mike says as he plants a kiss on your forehead and leaves the closet

Fucker leaves me all hot and bothered you think to yourself

You fix your dress and your hair and you head to class

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#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x you #josh futturman #clapton davis #clapton davis x reader #mike schmidt smut #five nights at freddy's

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coldbrewghoul · 4 months ago

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From Top to Bottom - Richtofen University AU

Chapter 1: Can I Borrow Your Pen?

If you were a student in his class would you be able to pay attention to anything other than how hot your professor was? When Professor Richtofen notices how hot you are for teacher he confesses he's also had his eye on you, but after things get hot and heavy how do you return to being student and teacher? And what if there is more than just lust at play here?

Notes: POV swap: Reader (X) and Edward Richtofen (Primis) | both characters are switches | hurt/comfort, angst w/ a happy ending, mutual pining, smut heavy plot | This started as a one shot, but I couldn't walk away from it so it's been expanded into a full work.

TW: age gap, situationally inappropriate relationship

-X- You were trying to decide between two options:

1) Professor Richtofen was obsessed with the sound of his own voice.

2) The rest of the class was actually dumb enough he really did need to over explain these simple concepts.

You tapped the end of your pen on your lips, slouched back in your chair with one arm wrapped around your ribs, as you analyzed the classroom. Some of your peers were anxiously scribbling down notes while others were clearly just staring at the professor slack-jawed, too confused to know what to write down. There were only a few diligent students nodding their heads in understanding as their pens scratched at the paper in front of them.

Jesus Christ did they really need another page of notes on Kepler’s Hierarchal Infinities? Didn’t all of us learn that last year? You couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care so you settled for gazing at the professor, a pastime that you’d been indulging in more often lately. While it didn’t discount your observations about your classmates you were sure he definitely had a thing for hearing his own voice - and let’s face it, who could blame him? It was a good voice. The German accent, the playful lilting that could turn gravely serious at a moment’s notice. The kind of voice that was fitting not only for long debates about String Theory, but also for whispering the dirtiest innuendos known to man. At least, you assumed that last part was true as you’ve never actually gotten to witness such a break from the stern sadistic professor countenance he projected during class or office hours. Your teeth captured your pen, a barely audible sigh of sexual frustration escaping your lips.

Was it his lips that kept you staring? If he could kiss for as long as he could talk, you’d let him ravish your mouth until both your lips were bleeding and still, you’d beg him for more. Maybe it was the jawline? Strong, sharp, accenting a perfectly pronounced Adam’s apple you’d love to feel gulping for air under your hand while you cut off blood flow to his brain. Ever since you’d met the eccentric man you’ve contemplated wrapping your fingers around his neck. Before it was because of how goddamn frustrating he could be, pushing unreasonable mountains of homework on all of you and acting so fucking condescending when you forgot one little piece of a complicated equation. The corner of your mouth quirked remembering your quiet revenge for that last annoying quality of his.

But no, it wasn’t anything to do with his teaching methods that made you want to squeeze that beautiful neck now. It was the insatiable lust that had started as a whisper as you watched his graceful hands chalk up complicated theorems. It was the fine line you crossed from hate to love as you watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips in the middle of a long lecture. It was the fact that your hand no longer ached just from the multitude of papers he had you writing in the middle of the night. Fuck, just thinking about how this bastard had become the center of your nastiest fantasies had you contemplating slipping out of the classroom to whisper his name under your breath in a bathroom stall while your already sore hand worked your tender clit. Sorry, Kepler, you may be a physics genius, but this brain now belongs to Richtofen’s starched white dress shirt stretching over his slender frame. Your tongue flicked across the pen in your mouth, your oral fixation providing the tiniest fraction of physical stimulation to relieve the painful tightness below your abdomen.

What would be more fun? Wrapping a hand under his jaw or yanking on his tie, pulling him down to your lips for a crushing kiss before dragging him lower and using that mouth to experience countless mind-blowing orgasms…

-Richtofen-

Mein Gott, what an infuriating woman! Once again (y/n) was spacing out, staring at him with eyes glazed. The young American had been such a promising student when she’d joined his master’s program at the beginning of the year - sharp witted, a quick learner - and he’d hoped she’d be the one to dispel his doubts about the capacities of the American brain, but over the last month…

She spent class time with her mind very clearly elsewhere - slouched back, an arm propped under her deliciously perky breasts as she gazed at him, her eyes heavily lidded, a slight flush to her face and that damn pen playing around her lush lips! It was the kind of look you wanted to see on a fucked-out whore ready to attend to your every whim, NOT your top student! Yes! That was why this angered him so much! What a waste of such a sharp mind. The kind of brain he’d love to have on a research project and definitely NOT love to fuck out of her skull until her mind was so fried from orgasms she couldn’t recite the basic properties of logarithms. To her credit, the latter would likely take a while, giving him plenty of time to get creative and experiment crafting the perfect formula of delicious pain and torturous pleasure to make her break. To his annoyance just the other day she’d already proven that, despite her glazed eyes, she paid enough attention to class to drop a paper on his desk correcting an equation that he had (hastily!!!) scribbled out on the board. Fuck, what would it take to break a mind as sharp as that?

He grit his teeth, forcing his mind back to the example number patterns he was writing on the board to explain his favorite of all of Kepler’s theorems. Yes, focus on the science, Edward. You are too dignified a genius to lose your composure over some pretty bird nibbling a pen in your class. It was just because she was so promising that this bothered him this much and definitely NOT because of the extremely inappropriate thoughts that plagued him nightly about her lips wrapping around something of his that was long and hard. Truly, it was just normal professor frustration with a simple-minded student that drove his hand late at night, relieving his stress, as he thought about all the ways he wished he could punish her for her inattentiveness.

The worst (and most exciting) part was she was a student, his student, and he’d never even mentally crossed that line before, but now? He bit his lip, pausing his lecture suddenly as his mind raced through all the perverse angles such a power imbalance brought to his fantasies. She was so feisty, so smart. Would she resist? Try to take charge? If she did, it’s not as if he’d mind submitting if she made it intriguing. Or would she be surprised at how quickly and eagerly she got on her knees for him or bent over his desk or….

He chanced a glance at her and swallowed, quickly looking back at the board, his desk (no, not the desk! Not the place he most desired to see her moaning his name), the confused faces of the other students… ANYWHERE ELSE! Gott, did she have any idea how fuckable she looked with that damn expression on her face and that gottdamn pen in her pretty little mouth?! All the students were staring at him now and he frowned, a slight panic creeping over him that his excitement was showing through his pants, but a quick glance down assured him his half-boner was reasonably discrete. Wait, how long ago had he stopped talking? Fuck.

-X-

A loud bang made you jump as Professor Richtofen slammed a hand down on his desk. You’d been preoccupied trying to add up all the times and ways his slacks tightened around his ass to get the most accurate information for visualization you hadn’t even realized he’d stopped his lecture. You frowned at him. He looked almost haggard, muscles tense, holding his breath and staring a hole into his desk, a stray lock of his carefully oiled hair falling out of place over his forehead. You just knew you’d be fucking yourself raw for days picturing him as he was now, this tiny crack in his normal composure.

“Class is… dismissed,” he uncharacteristically choked out. The classroom erupted in movement as people rushed to leave, but you moved slowly, frowning at the clock that showed your usually punctual (evil) instructor was letting everyone out more than half an hour early. You looked back at him quizzically, but he seemed determined to win the staring contest he was having with the papers on his desk. Not receiving any answers, you pushed your unused stationery into your leather messenger bag and went to stand.

Oh my god… You immediately plopped your butt back down on the chair after only rising an inch or so and feeling exactly how turned on your fantasizing had made you. You were pretty sure you had never been this wet in your life. The small movement of your legs opening after being clamped together so hard for so long had released your slick juices from your folds onto your thin lace panties. Panic rose up to your throat. How the hell had you gotten this wet without realizing? You squeezed your eyes shut, silently scolding yourself for being an absolute air headed slut while trying to calm your breathing and assess the situation. You opened your eyes and peeked down, your nipples were still hard (or had they hardened back up when the embarrassment flushed your body?) but despite the faint sheerness of your white blouse you were pretty sure no one would notice them, right? It could just be a bra seam or a bump in the lace, right?! The real concern was the light grey dress slacks. Thank God they were lose fitting so maybe you hadn’t leaked on them, but when you moved were you wet enough your juices would drip down? Or was there a spot underneath that you couldn’t see?

Right when you had convinced herself there was no way you had gotten that wet you smelled it. The unmistakable musk of your own sex, a sort of sweet heavy scent that could only remind people of a hot and heavy session between the sheets. Your mind raced through the calculations for random particle movement, trying to figure out if your professor was far away enough from the source that the scent molecules would disperse enough to be undetectable when they reached his gloriously defined nose (it really was nice nose, dignified, the kind that would brush against your clit while his tongue was inside you if you rode his face and…STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!!!)

“Miss (y/n), class is dismissed.”

Your eyes snapped up from your hips to meet his piercingly blue ones. A mistake, for sure. He was sitting at his desk now and his glare sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. Why was his tone so serious? His voice was hoarse, with his words ending in a sharp manner that made you feel like he was forcing each one out.

“Oh…” You were floundering, caught in his gaze. If you got up and left now you’d walk right by him and in that proximity, would he smell you? Smell what a brain dead whore you actually were that you’d gotten this wet just thinking about how, despite fantasy you’s initial dominance, you somehow were sure by how paralyzed you were by just his eyes that he’d find all the right ways to destroy you completely until you were slurping his cock out of the palm of his hand, nothing more than an eager set of holes for him to abuse however he saw fit… Good god, woman, get your shit together, you internally hissed. Out loud, your voice came out as a timid squeak. “Oh… can I ask you ab—“

-Richtofen-

“No!” He cut her off quickly. “Leave.”

If he hadn’t sat down, she would have seen the tent forming at his crotch. He’d always been proud of his own manhood, a glorious specimen if he did say so himself, but when it got excited… Well, discretion was not its strong suit. All the students had left, but of course (y/n), the one student he most needed to have escaped to the afternoon sun like the rest of them, was still sitting at her table staring at her lap. What was so interesting down there? Would she like him to examine it? He was a doctor after all —NIEN, EDWARD! He watched like a hawk as she timidly stood up. Why was she acting so off from her usual confident American self? At first, he had hated it, assuming it was fake bravado like the many other Americans he’d suffered working with, but she’d proven her intellect was worth the ego and he certainly was not one to deny others the right to be proud of their genius.

He tried not to look at her ass in those slacks as she carefully got up and tiptoed by his desk to leave, but he was no better than a teenage boy in this moment. Her awkwardly careful steps were like that of a woman who had just been railed within an inch of her life and just as she was shifting her worn leather messenger bag to cover the tight, round ass whose curve was in no way diminished by the loose dress slacks she wore he saw it and smelt it.

Scheiße. There was the faintest damp spot right at her crotch, no more than a shadow. He would have mistaken it for just a trick of the light had he also not smelled the sweet aroma of a woman who was very clearly in heat. His knuckles went white as he clutched the edge of his desk and a million previously inexplainable variables fell into perfect harmony to create one beautifully temping equation. The way she flushed when she daydreamed in class, the playing with that gott forsaken pen (which before was a barely noticeable and honestly endearing little habit that lately had grown to be an unavoidable distraction as she now did it all the damn time!). Add that to her awkwardness attempting to leave the class and the most important piece: how her eyes had always remained locked on him and only him as they glazed over, not with boredom he now realized triumphantly, but with pleasure. The only piece of the equation left to figure out was the solution.

Obviously, the best solution would be to bend her over his desk, strip her to reveal her embarrassing little secret, and then punish her pussy with his cock until she begged him to stop from overstimulation all while he teased her relentlessly for being such a desperately naughty slut, but that was too much too soon, wasn’t it? Like having dessert before the slow teasing dinner of seduction. To be fair, it was only a solution he desired because he’d already danced through all the fun foreplay that would have to lead up to that in his fantasies every night. His mind raced through all the options so fast he barely had time to register that he’d already decided he would not deny himself the pleasure this wonderfully intelligent creature could offer him, no matter how forbidden student-teacher relationships were. She was certainly not so young in comparison that the age gap would be too overwhelming and he certainly wouldn’t be inclined to give her a better grade no matter how well she sucked his cock - if she even asked for such an allowance he’d likely lose all interest in her entirely anyway, but he doubted she ever would as her pride likely would not allow her to rest on anything but her own laurels. And who knows, perhaps if she was getting all her clearly pent-up sexual frustration out she’d be able to focus in his fucking class again (and stop distracting him!)

With all that settled, he relaxed, regaining the composure that had been cracking for the last few weeks, and a cocky (almost evil) smile spread across his face.

-X-

The door was right there. Just two more steps. It was even already open so you could shut it behind you and race to your dorm while praying with every fiber of your being that your roommate wouldn’t be there so you could fuck this silliness out of yourself and change before your tutoring job.

“Actually, (y/n), I’ve made up my mind. There is something we need to discuss.”

You freeze and slowly turn to face Professor Richtofen, quickly shifting your bag to cover your front. You tried desperately to wipe the deer caught in the headlights look off your face and replace it with a look of confident innocence. “Yes, Professor?”

“Close the door and set down your things. I believe this is a conversation that may take a moment and should be had privately.”

His voice was calm, little more than a whisper, and you were sure you detected a dangerous hint of playfulness??? The whole world seemed to be moving slowly as you closed the door and reluctantly set your bag on the ground next to it, registering all too late that doing so would have you bending down, ass up in the air and likely exposing any damp spots you were so worried about. Fear seized you and you stood straight up, unceremoniously dropping your bag to the floor. That’s what this was all about. He’d seen something, smelled your shame, and now you were going to have the most mortifying scolding of your life at best, and be kicked out of his master’s program at worst.

You watched him pick up his pen, a simple yet elegant dark blue fine tip, and twirl it between his fingers as he watched you shuffle to the student table directly in front of his desk, hoping to sit down and hide whatever shame he’d seen that was out of your sight.

“No, no, (y/n), I want you to stand right here in front of my desk.”

Your heartbeat was pounding so loudly you could barely hear his quiet, but firm order, yet your body moved mechanically to stand where he directed.

“Now turn around.”

You squeezed your eyes shut after automatically and unquestioningly obeying the command, turning your back to him. You tried to slog through the panic clouding your brain to start forming a plan, practice some excuses, prepare yourself for the verbal whipping he was about to dish out on you. You were just beginning to explore some plausible options when you heard his chair scrap against the wood floor as he got up. His shoes clacked quietly as he walked over to the door, but you’d swear you’d never heard anything more menacing than his footsteps moving beyond where you could see.

“I’m going to lock the door. It is a simple lock; you can open it from this side should you choose to leave. It will only prevent others from entering the room.”

Why was he telling you that? Have you ever been this confused in your life? Doubtful, your mind has never failed you this much before now, before him. “O-okay.”

“Nien, that will not do. Is that a proper way to address your professor, your superior?” The lock had clicked, and he was behind you now, whispering those last two words into your ear. His hot breath against your skin was like an electric bolt straight to your knees, making them wobble as you fought to stand still. Somewhere buried behind all the confusion, embarrassment, anxiety, and overwhelming lust, your logical brain was trying to calmly tell you that it had finished the mental calculations and there was only one solution to answer what was happening right now. Too bad you were too shaken up to hear it. “No, sir… um, Doctor? P-professor.”

“Any of those will do quite nicely, I think. Don’t you think so, fräulein? Isn’t it just sooo nice to know your place.” His voice was pure sucrose, sickeningly sweet and inviting. God, it has never been this hard to think!

“Um… yes, sir?” Come on, (y/n), breathe…

He tutted at your uncertainty. “Perhaps I was mistaken about you, although I rarely ever make mistakes.”

“Professor, why am I here?” Fuck, you were sure that might have just been the stupidest question that has ever come out of your mouth, but goddamn it were you stupid right now. Deep down, you knew that there was a battle being fought between the two of you and not only had Richtofen started with the upper hand, but that unless you snapped out of this haze you’d never even have a chance to win. But do I want to win? Yes… I do, or at least, I don’t want to lose this badly. And that’s when logic finally broke through and everything clicked into place. “No, that’s not the right question, is it Professor?”

“Hmm?”

Your whole body relaxed, the fear draining out of you so fast that you almost missed it, regretting the loss of a game that could have been played with a much different ending. Confidently, you turned back around to face him. “The real question is… why are you here, Professor?”

-Richtofen-

Richtofen leaned back against the edge of his desk casually, not bothering to hide the growth in his slacks. He’d been a little surprised at how long it had taken her to figure out the game that was being played here, but he supposed women were much more repressed by society and he had caught her off guard. Relief flooded him when she’d turned to face him, a delighted fire dancing in her eyes as she realized the possibilities of what could happen here today. It didn’t really matter how hard she fought for dominance now; he’d started with the upper hand and all her struggle against it would do is make his victory that much more delicious.

“A student in my class has been very, very naughty lately,” he crooned, standing up so that his cock pressed against her through their clothing. She held her ground, but he could see how her eyes flicked up just slightly as she contemplated giving in just to get to her end goal faster - him. He smirked. Maybe she’d be easier to break than he’d originally thought. In his fantasies he’d vastly underestimated how desperate she was for him.

“Hmmm, and tell me, how do you deal with such naughty students, Professor?” She leaned into him, shifting so his member slid between her warm legs and pressing her soft body against his. Her fingers fiddled with his tie, stroking up to where it knotted at his neck to tug it gently, and he couldn’t help but let out a quiet little hum as this little dance started going exactly as he hoped - with her trying to put up a feeble fight, and losing (but really did it matter? Weren’t both of them the winners here?)

“Normally, I ignore them, but you, my bright little pupil, you are worth some special lessons.” He’d been patiently waiting for her to engage him, not wanting to overstep or assume consent, but now that she’d made her move, he made his. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off by sliding his pen between her teeth like it was a bit. “Bite down and stay quiet. You can do that simple thing correctly for me, ja? Perhaps if you are good, I will let you have something else in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

She regarded him for a second, and he could see she was weighing her options. He gave her the moment she needed; confident she would see things his way in the end and give in to the scene he’d already planned out for them in his head. He could tell by the way her eyes lit up she wanted his cock in her mouth almost as badly as he did. When she finally made her choice, nodding that she would indeed keep the pen between her teeth he felt a strange squeeze in his chest. An unusual reaction he had not had in his previous sexual encounters, but not important! He slid his hands across her hips to her ass and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his hips instinctually, making him groan, but the noise didn’t make it out of his chest as her hand squeezed his tie tightly, slightly cutting off his airflow. Behind the pen, her lips were curled into a smirk. Mein Gott, she really was perfect, wasn’t she?

He turned and pushed her down on the desk. She let her hand slip down his tie to give him space to work, but kept a firm grip on the end as if to say, “I haven’t given up entirely, not yet at least.”

“Now, fräulein,” he whispered, his fingers deftly working the button at her waistband, “let us see what you’ve been hiding.”

Her brows furrowed slightly as she gave an embarrassed little whimper, cheeks blossoming with red. “Oh please, no need to be embarrassed. From the way you’ve been eating me up with your eyes I’d guess we’ve already done this dance a couple times in your little classroom daydreams,” he teased, watching his words work their magic on her body. She didn’t appear any less embarrassed (gutt, keep putting on this little show just for me fräulein), but her hips arched slightly up, pressing herself even more firmly against him, trying to gain some friction between them. He pressed back, jutting his hips against hers and was rewarded with a stifled moan, lewdly making its way out of her mouth around his pen. As he pulled her pants down from her hips, he leaned in to whisper in her ear: “In my dreams I’ve already done countless dirty things to this tight little body of yours.”

He had to stifle a small gasp of surprise as he plunged his fingers between her legs and found out for himself just how absolutely soaking wet she was down there. A quick glance told him her little black lace panties were absolutely drenched (they didn’t stand a chance against the onslaught of her lust) and when he ripped them off her body, letting them fall to the floor, he gave them a quick flick with the toe of his shoe so they landed under his desk for him to retrieve later. He chuckled darkly. “Is all of this just from thinking of me? Gott, imagine how soaked you’ll be when you’ll get to experience the real thing.”

She gave out a needy whine, nodding her head vigorously. His burning curiosity almost tempted him to relieve her mouth of his pen and demand she list all the dirty things and how often she’d thought about him. Almost. But to maintain his upper hand for this round he had a feeling it was best to keep that dangerously gorgeous weapon of a mouth muzzled. Perhaps another time, as for now he had work to do. And what delicious work it was! Her lower half was stripped so with his free hand he worked to loosen the buttons of her shirt enough to slip her breasts out of her bra, exposing them to the cold classroom air. He had to take a moment to admire the view: his middle and ring finger buried deep in her pussy, his thumb drawing lazy circles over her clit, the mussed up blouse and bra framing her breasts, and finally, her face, beautiful, flushed, gazing at him no longer with the glassy eyed expression of someone lost in a fantasy, but instead with the eyes of a woman just begging to be fucked. To be fucked by him, and him alone.

-X-

Fucking hell, I’d lost before I’d even begun, haven’t I? But you didn’t really mind. Maybe another day you’d have your way with your stern Professor, getting to break him down till he was the one drooling around something in his mouth underneath you, but for now… how could you not succumb to his seduction? He really did play out the fantasy quite well. A little voice in your head whispered that maybe, just maybe, how well he could play you had nothing to do with it and that the feelings that had been growing inside you were more than just respect and attraction. But who had time for little voices when he was staring down at you, appreciating every curve of your body and lewd expression on your face?

You reached a hand out for his belt, trying to release the one thing you’ve been craving more than anything, but he stopped massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples to grab your wrist pinning it at your side. He chided you, “No, not yet. You haven’t earned that just yet.”

You let out a low mournful whine and he laughed quietly before putting his mouth where his hand had been. God, why won’t he just fuck me already??? The teasing was driving you crazier than you’d been driving yourself. Was that his plan? To show how little control you had compared to him? That sexy fucking bastard… if that was his goal it was definitely working.

His kisses were trailing lower now, over your stomach and to where his fingers worked inside you, finding the spot to hit to make you moan around his pen. Once he found where to plunge his fingers he started experimenting with pace. Part of you was aware how methodically he was learning how to pull pleasure from your body and you felt a small pang of jealousy for any lover he had in the past. They were damn lucky. But now it was you underneath him, a fistful of his hair in your white knuckled hands, trying not to scream out his name as his tongue replaced his thumb, circling and sucking your clit with such eagerness your orgasm came surprisingly (or maybe unsurprisingly considering your month long mental edging) hard and fast, shaking your entire body. Fuck, how did you get so lucky?

He knew you’d came, felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, felt your whole body tense up with the intensity of it, and yet he didn’t stop. You whined, looking down to where his head was still between your legs and watched as he smirked while he flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit. It was like an electric shock through your body, and you glared at him (quite ineffectively considering your eyes kept crossing and you could feel your drool dripping down your chin from around the pen). It felt like a whole lifetime passed, but it couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes. He teased you post orgasm until pleasure turned into pain, tears running down your cheeks as you weakly fought to get him off you. And then he kept teasing you more, getting slower and slower, until you decided the pain was the real pleasure and you were lost in his torturing ministrations. You couldn’t honestly tell at that point if you’d had one never ending orgasm, or a million. Finally, when you were a shaking mess, and your brain was completely numb from the stimulation, he pulled away.

Yet after all that pain he put you through his hands were gentle as he removed the pen from your teeth and stroked your aching jaw. “That’s my good girl,” he crooned, wiping your tears and smoothing your hair. You had just enough brain power left to remember the fistfuls of hair and tie you still gripped onto. You used both to drag him down to your lips. He let out a quiet yip of surprise that filled you with pride. See, I didn’t give up completely… not yet! It was a meaningless sentiment though as you melted against his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. It was a surprisingly gentle kiss, slow and sensual. Did you dare call it… romantic? Your heart skipped a beat or two. He caressed your lips with his, giving the bottom one a small nip with his teeth making you shiver.

“What a good girl you’ve been for me, (y/n),” your professor whispered against your lips. “Do you think you’ve learned your place now?”

You nod while working to find your words. “Yes, professor.” Your voice came out foreign sounding, slurred.

He looked so proud of you and nothing else mattered anymore. After being so rough with you how could he be so fucking gentle? He helped you sit up, planting a kiss on the top of your forehead that sent butterflies through your stomach. “Tell me… where is your place, fräulein?”

Carefully, you slid off the desk to kneel in front of him, looking up at him serenely. He smiled at you. “That’s right. Very gutt.” He stroked your hair softly and you leaned forward to press your face into his thigh, discretely breathing his scent in as much as you could. “After how rough that lesson seemed to be on you do you still want your reward?”

You look at the bulge in front of you, realizing that for however long he’d been tending to you he’d been rock hard, probably experiencing some serious discomfort, patiently waiting for his turn and now that it was his turn, based off his wording he was willing to just… not get any payback for eating you out? He was so much better in real life than any fantasy version of him your mind manufactured. It didn’t matter how bad your jaw hurt from clenching the pen between your teeth you were determined to give him the blowjob of his life. This man deserved everything you had to give him and more.

You turn your most adoring, worshipful gaze up at him, knowing full well how absolutely fucked out you looked and inwardly smirked as he involuntarily had to catch his breath at the sight of you. “Please let me suck your cock, Professor,” you begged.

You were going to make him realize he was yours now just as much as he had made you realize that you were his, even if you had to top from the bottom to do it.

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