#the fic is a long ass slowburn btw my bad

[cryingincrocs]

Happy Valentine’s Day! Have some pining, unrequited Doc angst in celebration! This is in reference to my fic your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in but it's for a scene that's yet to come. :)

under the cut is the original sketch and the same piece without the lighting!

[finkinthisfrew]

HOW DO YOU KEEP OUT DOING YOURSELF PART 5????(((?(????? WHAT WHAT WHAT

bagsftfqcwhayfagw oh my god okay imma be coherent now.

Dude I am so happy you are keeping the slowburn going like. This is satisfying everything I have been looking for in a Matty fic for so long. No one writes slowburn on here ( real though I get it) so this is just…. AHHHH

AND THE SHOW ME YOUR HOMEWORK PART???? YOU POPPED OFF WITH THAT WHAT THE HELL??????? MY HAND FLEW OVER MY MOUTH I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD SHE DIDNT. GRAHHHHHHH THIS WAS SO SO GOOD IMMA STOP NOW

OKAY STOP I'M ONLY SEEING THIS NOW, MY HEART 💔 😭

I'm forever grateful for the positive feedback on "Show me your homework" cuz I was near-certain it was gonna flop. I love that y'all are just as filthy rot-brain feral-minded animals as I am!! (that's meant as a compliment btw) I love getting to giggle with you over these stories No one asked, but if anyone's read this far, this was the OG excerpt I scrapped from Part 5 because I wanted to extend the pining longer:

Teacher's Pet alt pt 5

You haven’t earned my cock yet. The words replay over in your mind.

Yet. 

The word only makes you ache for him more.

“How do I earn it?” You beg through labored breath as his thumb circles your clit a little faster, his other hand pinching at your hardened nipple.

“Oh, that’s not something you’ll be able to earn anytime soon, Miss Thompson,” he says, a smug smile playing on his lips. “This is detention after all… You need to be punished for your bad behavior. If I reward you then you might start to get the wrong idea…”

“Please,” you beg, “I did it for you. I thought you’d like it.”

“You thought I’d like watching you shove your tits in that bartender's face?” He says, lifting his hand from your nipple to your neck, gripping it slowly as he continues to pump his fingers into you. “You thought I’d like watching you grind your ass against my friend's dick? You thought I'd enjoy that?”

“I needed you- fuck!” You shout, his shining eyes boring into you.

“Oh poor baby,” he says in a pout. “You needed me. Seems like you needed Ross a bit more though...” he challenges, tightening his grip around your neck slightly.

“No- you,” you say through strained breath. “Needed- you-“

His face falls into something darker, something unimpressed.

“You didn’t do a very good job of showing me that, did you?” He says looking into your eyes coldly. His eyes drop to your mouth, flitting back up to your eyes briefly as he says, “Open.”

You part your lips willingly, opening wide for him. You watch as he purses his lips, eyes burning as they wander back down before spitting into your open mouth. You groan loudly, but not loud enough to miss his groan- much more guttural than yours, something vaguely animalistic.

“You’re going to cum for me, Miss Thompson,” he says darkly. “You’re going to cum for me, and depending on how big of a mess you make on my hand, I’ll consider fucking you- does that sound fair?”

You nod you head vigorously, teetering too closely to the edge to consider his question seriously- he could have told you to streak naked through campus and you would have said yes.

“Be a good girl for me and cum all over my hand- come on, you can do it. Do you need daddy to fuck you a little harder with his fingers? Is that it? So needy…” he taunts, your climax only seconds away as the pleasure begins to overflow inside you. “That’s it. Good girl. Make a pretty mess for daddy...”