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norrisainz33 · 2 months ago

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friend of a friend || MV33

☆ summary: max meets his dream girl through his friends good friend, pato o’ward

☆ pairing: max verstappen x mexican!reader

☆ fc & warnings: gala montes & poorly translated spanish and slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for requesting and apologies for the delay 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1: enjoying some much needed sun and relaxation before we head to vegas 😴

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user1: max i’ll meow if you need another cat

user2: i’m sorry who in the heck is in the last slide

user4: is he soft launching rn??? at a time like this???

user6: so this is why he still looks happy despite rbr woes

user7: is that his girlfriend?!

user8: max please give us the tea

user9: f1gossip im begging you to figure out who this is

redbullracing: happy you’re getting some r&r max 🤍

ynuser: mi novio es tan bonito [my boyfriend is so pretty]

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user9: now hold up ….. who is this and why did max like

f1gossip: taking note of this interaction

user12: ugh she’s private so we can’t even snoop but she’s followed by pato and elba oward, carlos, rebecca, rbr and checo

user13: this is pato and elba’s childhood friend!!! she’s good friends with them

user12: everyone say thank you user13

user3: the shirtless photos?? the soft launch??? how am i supposed to be normal

charlesleclerc: 👀

user4: i’m gonna miss ur fine ass when i scroll

user5: sometimes you just gotta say damn and move on

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[staying here forever]

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yourbff: in monaco???? no gracias. you can’t leave me like that 😭

ynuser: yes monaco!! it is so beautiful 🥹

yourbff: you’re not just saying that because of a certain man?

ynuser: oh no i am saying that bc of a certain man 😮‍💨 he is a dream come true bestie

yourbff: ugh do elba and pato have any other hot millionaire friends they could set me up with???

ynuser: i’ll ask them im sure they do

yourbff: preferably one who’s name rhymes with pranko dolapinto

ynuser: HAHAHA mi amiga

carlossainz55: te gusta monaco? [you like monaco?]

ynuser: yes!! i love it. you, me, rebecca and max should grab dinner one night while im here!!

carlossainz55: i’d love that

maxverstappen1: you can always move 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynuser: maybe one day 🤔

elbaoward: my work here is done 🥹

ynuser: you are a magician. how’d you know we were perfect for each other?

elbaoward: bc i know my best friend 🤍

ynuser: te amo elba 🫶🏻

redbullracing: can’t wait to see you in vegas!

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patriciooward: gentle mornings with my hermanas

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user12: oh max is in the likes 👀

ynuser: why do you insist on picking the worst photos

patriciooward: it’s my brand

elbaoward: 💁🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: send me the last pic

patriciooward: done!

ynuser: PATO wtf

user12: user13 you were right

user1: oh to have gentle mornings with pato 😭

user3: i love that he calls y/n his sister too

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ynuser: la vida últimamente [life lately]

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yourbff: ugh the red hair suits you

ynuser: i agree 🥹

maxverstappen1: prettiest girl in the whole world

ynuser: mi amor 🥹 i love you 🤍

maxverstappen1: te amo

elbaoward: the spanish 😭🥹🩷

maxverstappen1: i’m working on it!

iamrebeccad: dinner last night was so fun. let’s do it again 🤍

ynuser: i’d love that!! see you in vegas darling

patriciooward: oh so you’ll post but not answer my texts

ynuser: yes exactly

friend1: hermosa chica [beautiful girl]

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user2: max emilian the man that you are

user4: screaming crying throwing up. i can’t believe he’s off the market

ynuser: my man my man my man 😍

maxverstappen1: that’s me baby

ynuser: thanks for inviting me to vegas with you

maxverstappen1: schjate you’re invited everywhere with me. i never want to be without you

ynuser: omg you big softie

charlesleclerc: oh she’s got you dressing up now too?

maxverstappen1: i want to look nice for my girl what can i say

charlesleclerc: oh he’s in love

maxverstappen1: 🤭 maybe

user5: i ! can’t believe you’re not wearing skinny jeans. the power she must have

schecoperez: i like this girl 😉

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: the emoji???????? max i’m speechless who are you

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yourbff: god you’re gorgeous. have so much fun at the race baby

ynuser: thank you bebe. vegas is amazing - i am having the best time

yourbff: living vicariously through you 🥹

maxverstappen1: you have no business looking this good especially when there’s nothing i can do about it 😫

ynuser: win me the race and you can have me as a prize later 😉

maxverstappen1: you got it baby

elbaoward: are you in red bull hospitality??? come to mclaren i want to see youuuuu

ynuser: yes i’m in red bull but will cross enemy lines for you gorgeous

patriciooward: hermana donde estas? [sister where are you?]

ynuser: omw patito

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f1gossip: in an interview earlier today max confirmed his relationship with, y/n y/l/n. y/n is childhood friends with elba and pato o’ward and it turns out that the siblings introduced max and y/n in miami earlier this season. the pair hit it off immediately according to max and “it was the closest thing to love at first sight he’d ever experienced.” she’s in attendance today at the grand prix! let us know if you get the chance to meet her and if there’s any further intel you get

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user1: ohhhhh max 🥹

user2: this interview melted my heart. he looked so genuinely happy to be talking about her

user7: i love seeing him happy

user3: i’m obsessed with them already. perhaps my new favorite wag

user4: love at first sight???? i’m not crying! you are!!

user6: the way max also talked about trying to learn spanish for her because she’s mexican and how he’s also trying to teach her some of his language too 🥹😭

user8: this is the sweetest thing. that is true love idc what any of yall say

user5: i hope a love like this finds me one day

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maxverstappen1: vegas you were a fun one - thanks for having me and y/n/n!

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user2: y/n/n 😭

user4: crying my eyes out

user6: yayyy maxie!!! glad to see you on the podium again

ynuser: te amo mucho vegas 🤍

maxverstappen1: and you te amo mucho me too right?

ynuser: omg yes maxie. i love you endlessly

user14: SIMP

user15: max asking for validation has done something to me.

charlesleclerc: great drive max!

patriciooward: take care of my girl ok?

maxverstappen1: you got it pato! no need to worry

redbullracing: our champion 💪🏻

user8: jealousy isn’t cute on me but here we are

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a/n: thank you for reading!! reblogs, feedback and likes are very appreciated 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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mahmoud0qassas · 8 months ago

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I will open my heart to you.. but

Oh Lord.. Oh Allah, make fun of every one who loves you.. and hopes to meet you to enter him into Paradise.. And I also hope that you will feel our suffering and feel what we are experiencing from your hearts, because we die every day and you will not feel it because you are not living with the same pain and suffering.

You will say, I swear, I feel sorry for you. You are sincere and sensitive, and you see our suffering on television.

But we have tasted bitterness, injustice and oppression, and what oppresses you is that most of your followers do not read all my words and do not feel all the pain you go through.

Do you know what pain and suffering is?

We live and do not know our fate, and every day the Israeli army throws leaflets at us from its warplanes to evacuate our places. We were displaced 7 times, and each displacement incurs great expenses and a new tent when you escape without it.

Do you know what Azma’s suffering is, and I would like to ask you... The tent that we make to cover your household and family... Do you think it covers our hardships? The answer is no, no. Our tents are set up in the street and are exposed to all passersby.

I am now crying, and I and my young son are in the hospital, and my son is receiving treatment because he inserted an ear cleaning tool and inserted it so much that it pierced his eardrum and he caused severe bleeding from his ear, and all of this is because of displacement and war 😭😭

It was late, and the hospital was 4 kilometers away from me, so I carried my son and went on foot, and the warplanes were bombing the Nuseirat camp, as the direction to the hospital was from the same road.

I want to ask you: How do you feel when you are afraid for your son, and you are walking a long road, amid heavy bombardment?

I hope you watch the two video clips, which explain in detail our suffering, as the first video is for my 7-year-old daughter, who dreams and makes one wish: that you feel us and stand with us.

The second clip explains the suffering we are experiencing in detail, and shows the suffering of the tents.. and my wife preparing fresh bread.. and I was lighting fires to prepare food while my children were next to me.

Feel for us from your heart... Donate generously and ease our pain so we can travel and live a safe life, I hope you share it strongly so that the world can see the suffering we are experiencing.

#gaza strip #free palestine #free gaza #gaza #gaza genocide #gazaunderattack #gaza under attack #gaza under siege #i stand with palestine #palestine genocide #palestinian genocide #save palestine #we stand with palestine #free free palestine #palestine #gaza city #save gaza #stand with gaza

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dark-fics-4-you · 7 months ago

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Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and that’s he needs some viagra 😭LOL

Imagining his reaction 🤬

Softcore

Dark!Dad’sBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses ‘kid’ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will

A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s

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“Y’know, maybe I didn’t hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.

Your boyfriend’s tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.

Glancing away didn’t help, as the older man’s large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.

“What did you just say to me, Y/N?” He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.

Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, “I said, I’m getting you viagra for your birthday since you’re getting so old.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.

“You think this is fucking funny?” Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.

The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched your nipples harden beneath the thin material.

“Rafe-” you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.

“Still think this is a joke?”

It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.

“Rafe! Stop it! I’m sorry, okay?!” Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldn’t tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.

“Nah, I don’t think I am gonna stop,” goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.

You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.

The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“What do you say?” His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.

“… thank you, daddy,” you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.

This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.

“Mm- thank you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.

He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.

“Y’really think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?” He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.

You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.

“N-no. And thank you, daddy.” You didn’t want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.

Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.

After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.

“Rafe! Please, I said I’m sorry, okay?! It was-” you hiccuped through tears, “it was just a stupid joke.”

You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.

He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.

“Red light! Rafe please,” you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.

Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.

“Have you learned your fucking lesson?” His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.

“Yes daddy, please! I’m so sorry.” You cried desperately.

You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.

You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an ‘old man’ like me.” Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.

“Please, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.” You didn’t have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.

You also didn’t deny what he said, because you couldn’t. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parents’ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.

Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didn’t stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).

Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.

You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.

“How mad do ya think he’d be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?” Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Rafe-” you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.

“I bet he’d kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.” Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.

“But imagine how disappointed with you he’d be if he knew you let me do it,” Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.

“Stop it, Rafe. I’m serious, this isn’t funny, it’s sick,” you couldn’t stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.

When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.

You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.

“Stop fucking moving around, Y/N,” his gruff voice commanded.

Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.

Taking all of Rafe’s cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.

You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.

“Shit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.” His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.

Rafe’s free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.

You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.

Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.

Rafe’s grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.

When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.

“Daddy- I’m- fuck-” you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.

“Yeah?” He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. “Gonna cum on this dick like daddy’s good girl?”

Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.

So you obeyed him.

You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.

Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.

He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.

The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.

Rafe’s lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.

When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, “Fuck, kid. How’d I get so lucky?”

You couldn’t answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldn’t think about anything else.

His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.

“So perfect, sweetheart. M’ gonna fill you up,” he whispered into your throat between kisses.

At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafe’s pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.

“Rafe- red light-!” you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, kid,” he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.

The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.

“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.

You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.

The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.

“Still think I need viagra, you fucking brat?”

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nvtstvrns · 2 months ago

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Strip down - Chris Sturniolo

Chris!dom, fem!sub, smut, high school students

in which: Chris is your assignment partner who comes over to your house really late to see you and you ask for him for help studying and he suggests a strip game.

Contains: smut, oral (fem receiver), unprotected p in v (please wrap it), pet names (pretty girl, slut, ma, mama, etc) confident y/n, use of y/n, first person perspective.

Authors note: once again I am very high so I’m sorry this sounds bad 😭

Divider credits: me

It was almost midnight and I was still awake studying for my midterm French exam. I couldn’t get my words right and I was really anxious. I shuffled my music and started biting on the eraser of my pencil. I hear something hit my window and I snap my head up quickly. What could it be? Was it a killer? It was close enough to Halloween for that.

I slowly creep towards my window and look out of it. I almost jump out of my skin when I see a face, it was only Chris.

“Are you serious?” I ask opening my window all the way and helping him inside.

“I wanted to come work on the project with you, I didn’t wanna work on it all alone anymore.” He says brushing his pants off and then pulling me into a side hug.

“I’m studying for my French exam tomorrow Chris.” I say sitting back down on my bed. “I can’t do the project right now.” I say picking up my pencil and writing a few things down.

“I can help ya, I’ll read the flash cards and you answer.” He suggests standing at the edge of my bed and picking up the cards.

“What’s hello in French?” He says reading off the first one.

“That one’s easy, bonjour.” I say with confidence. He gives me a little high five. I smile but then I remember, what the fuck.

“How and when did you decide this?” I ask wrapping my blanket over me.

“Coming here? Well I was bored and alone, so I just walked over here.” He says.

I shake my head and laugh. He was stupid and we barely knew each other, he was my hallway crush for a minute but we know nothing about each other. At this point while he was studying with me he would laugh when I got a question wrong and tease me a little bit but when I got a question right he made me feel like I just saved the world.

“Let’s play a game. When you get a question right I take a piece of clothing off, and when you get a question wrong you have to do the same.” He says staring at me with those goddamned blue eyes. I smile and nod my head.

“This’ll be interesting.” I say looking him up and down. My parents were in their room just down the stairs and I was about to play a strip game with fucking Christopher Sturniolo.

“How do you say summer in French?” He asks.

“Août?” I say unsure.

“no, the right word is l’été.” He says staring at me expectantly.

I reach for the corners of my hoodie and pull it off. I had a white off the shoulder t-shirt underneath with no bra and my nipples poke through the thin fabric.

“What does étudier mean?” He asks looking up at me. I know he hopes I get this one wrong again so I can take off my pants.

“To study.” I say smiling

“Goddammit.” He starts taking off his shirt. He was wearing just his black and white pajama pants now, the waistband of his boxers peeking just above his pants. My breathing hitches and I try to focus again.

“Quand partons-nous?” He says with really bad pronunciation. I laugh. “When are we getting there?” I ask I look up at him as he’s silent. He shakes his head.

“Sorry that’s not right, take off either your shirt or your pants.” He says putting the card down and picking up a new one. When I get my shorts all the way off I’m laying in my thong. His eyes travel down and he clears his throat. “The right answer to that one was “when are we leaving…”.”

We do another one. My answer was wrong, off came the thong and I was sitting on my bed with my entire pussy out for him to see. My hands were in between my legs as I sat down.

“I still have my pants and underwear on.” He says laughing at me. I scoff and the next answer he asks I get right, he takes his pants off sitting there in just his underwear. I can see his bulge in his pants. I didn’t think he was that turned on. Just by seeing it my body reacts. I feel my pussy start throbbing in need and I squeeze my legs together to stop some of the friction.

“Enseigner.” He says looking me right in the eyes. If I got this wrong I was going to be completely naked in front of him. No one has ever seen me like that, ever. I sit up straight and try to think. “To learn?” I ask knowing that I just got the answer wrong. “Wait! No! It’s to teach.” I say quickly trying to stop him.

“Sorry baby. You said to learn first, looks like you’re taking off the last piece of clothing first!” He says smiling as he keeps his eyes on me. I don’t think he’s expecting me to actually get naked in front of him. Which is why I have to do it and stop being a pussy, he was never gonna let me live it down if I refused him and got to scared. My hands find the edge of my shirt and I pull my shirt up making sure to arch my back as I took the shirt off to make sure he knew that I had nice tits. I sigh when it’s all the way off and I sit a little closer to him.

“Just take them off, there’s no need to ask me any more questions.” I say as I watch him play with the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re such a little slut aren’t you? Being so comfortable with your fucking sexy tits out like that…” he says as he pushes me down on my bed and kisses me roughly.

“Mmm…Chris I need you…” I say grinding my hips against his hard cock.

“Yeah? Pretty girl, you want me to fuck you don’t you?” He asks grinding his hips against me so his pelvis was rubbing against my clit. I moan quietly at the sensation.

I watch him as he kisses down my stomach and kissing my navel. His nose brushing against my bellybutton softly. He places a tiny soft kiss to my clit and I sigh the sensation filling me up even though it was the smallest thing ever. His tongue very slowly trails from my wet hole all the way up to my clit. I raise my hips so he’s deeper into my pussy. His mouth sucks my clit as my hand flies to his head pushing him into me more so he was applying more pressure. His fingers make their way inside of me causing me to tighten my legs around him.

“Shit! Chris I’m cumming. Chris!” I scream and I feel his hand go over my mouth. My whole body shakes his in pleasure as my mouth falls open and drool drips onto his hand. My walls clench around his fingers and I finally cum. My breathing was heavy but he didn’t give me a break he went right into it, his dick was already inside of me and his pelvis was hitting my clit. I moan softly as he starts moving.

“Shhh be quiet we don’t want your parents to hear…” he says as he starts moving faster inside of me. I stare up at him my eyebrows knitted together and my mouth wide open.

“Oh my god ya look so hot f’me mama.” He says thrusting harder and harder. My mouth forms an O and I let out a cry. His hand flies over my mouth again. “Don’t make a sound.” He says as he hits my cervix ever so slightly. My body convulses and I scream into his hand over my mouth as I get hit with a shake worthy orgasm. My breathing was coming out as gasps now as I shook.

“Oh my god Chris.” I say pulling him close to me as he pulls out of me. This was crazy. We only started talking to each other only a month ago! We didn’t even like each other before and now we just had sex. This was insane.

“You are so good at that, I wanna do this with you again sometime.” He says rubbing circles into my skin. I shiver from the post-orgasm. He puts his clothes back on.

“Now when you’re taking your French exam you’ll think of this.” He says kissing me on the cheek one more time.

“Same time tomorrow night.” I finally got out of my mouth after the shock.

“Got it. Good night pretty girl.” He says as he starts climbing out of my window.

“Good night Chris.” I say as I pull the blankets up to my chest and fall asleep.

Thanks for reading! Sorry if it’s not that good I’m trying my best!

@matts-myloverboy

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets

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glitchinginhyperfixis · 2 years ago

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hiiii 💟 what do you think mike and will’s favorite things about each other are? what are YOUR favorite things about the both of them?

i think mike’s favorite thing about will is how good he is, but i also think that bc of how selfless will is, mike loves when he’s an asshole. he thinks will deserves to be an asshole after all he’s gone through.

will’s favorite thing about mike is how much he cares about his friends. he knows mike would go to the ends of the earth for them. he loves mike for a lot of reasons but one of the most important ones is that mike is a great friend when he tries to be.

my favorite thing about will is how complex of a character he is. he’s an artist and he’s queer in the 1980s and he survived possession and he’s not necessarily kind but he’s good and he loves his family and friends.

my favorite thing about mike is probably the same thing will loves about him. beneath all the layers he’s a really cool person and his flaws make him much more interesting. mike is me (a cringefail loser)

#ask #I AM SO LATE ANSWERING THIS CRYINF #I COULD NEVER THINK OF ANYTHING IM SORRY 😭#not posting this to the tag bc my answers are not good at all #i’m tired today sorry <//3

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dooberific · 12 days ago

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Hiiiiiii!! Can I ask for Harumasa x Reader angst? They are lovers and the reader is also Harumasa's colleague. Then the reader got commissioned(?) to fight hollows but she got stuck in that place and (idk if they went to fight hollows alone but for this request, they have like underlings(?) that would go with them for the mission) the people/fighters that the reader went with to the hollows came back heavily injured and Harumasa saw that the reader is not there with them. That is all hehe, it's up to you if you want the reader to be found or if they would be a hollow and Harumasa has to fight them knowing that that is the reader (I'm a sucker for angst)

Take your time doing this request and stay healthy, dear author!

Anon….who hurt you on Christmas? 😭. Hope this is close to what you were envisioning!

❝ 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 ❞

harumasa x afab!reader

genre: hurt no comfort, major character death

summary: it was supposed to be a routine mission, now he’s left to pick up the pieces

wc: 2.3k

There was a ring cut to your size. A thin and silver little band that lacked grandiose ornamentation. Diamonds and frills were never your thing after all, he could still see the little quirk in your lips at the memory of your colleagues rushing in with stones so large you thought them better fit for paperweights than proclamations of their belonging to another under the banner of love and marriage. “Practicality above all else,” you had claimed some months ago, thumbing at the simple band around your index finger. Your late mother’s ring.

He hoped you were the sentimental kind, your voice warbled over the line from the outpost in his ear as he smiled. “I’m just saying to be careful is all.” He asserted, fingers running aimlessly over the silver band resting in his palm. Your initials and his were cut into the inside.

It was supposed to be your day off, the first you had taken in several months, but when H.A.N.D phoned you that they needed your section of the HSO to assemble for a rescue mission after a Defense Force team had vanished inside of Hollow Zero, well….you didn’t get the luxury of saying no, even if you were the Chief.

“When am I not careful? Remember which one of us you’re talking to here, Haru.” You chided, the smile on your face so present he could hear it change the lilt of your voice.

“Right, right, I’m talking to my beautiful, kind, intelligent and all around perfect girlfriend~” Though he hoped that title would be changing very soon, as he held the ring up to the light, the sun filtering through the window of your shared apartment dancing enticingly over its surface.

You giggled in his ear, the sound warming him to the soul. He could practically see the way the corners of your eyes wrinkled in delight. “That’s much better.”

The interference in the background of the call amplified, faint callings of your name cutting through the static. You sounded disappointed. “Sorry Haru, I gotta go.”

“It’s okay baby, duty calls. Just try to be home for dinner.”

“Wouldn’t miss a date night for the world, you better not peek in the closet while I’m gone! I want that dress to be a pleasant surprise later.”

You fell quiet again as you pulled the receiver away from your mouth, yelling a response into the background. “They’re about to have an aneurysm over here,” you huffed.

“I love you, Haru~”

“I love you too, (y/n)~”

That was a little after noon. It was now nearing midnight and the outpost was crawling with H.A.N.D uniforms and HSO stragglers. Countless outpost scientists shouldered through the crowd, chiming off readings and acting as if they just had a some great scientific breakthrough.

But you were still inside of Hollow Zero.

And H.A.N.D was beginning to withdraw.

Even flashing his Section 6 badge failed to get him answers despite his insistence, earning little more than the shake of a head and a “this is above your paygrade, kid.”

They threatened to court martial him if he kept accosting them. But they didn’t have you inside the Hollow like he did. The epitome of his happiness, the one he swore hung the moon and stars, his most constant companion, and the only one he could imagine waking up beside of until the day he expired.

They didn’t have you, but they had the version of you that made their actions palatable. The “good soldier” and “valiant leader”. The slave to a public that didn’t care to know your name even as you shouldered their burdens as ceaselessly as atlas held the heavens. The one who signed up for a death job.

A chorus of shouts erupted, the flash of the medical units blazing to life under the white spotlights.

Survivors.

He shouldered his way through the swell of the crowd with little regard for those he pushed aside. In a perfect world he would break from the crowd and see you standing there, a little worse for wear but alive and smiling like you just cheated the world. You would push past the medic teams as they chased you down to throw your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips as you gloated playfully.

“See? What’d I tell you? Safe and sound.”

But you weren’t there. A cluster of five soldiers stumbled through the outer bounds of the Hollow—no, those weren’t soldiers, they were members of your faction carrying the torn uniforms of Defense Force operatives. They dripped with blood and grime, corruption marring their skin as they limped out, half-dragging others.

“Hey!” He yelled over the roar of the crowd as he grabbed one of them by the shoulder. His name badge shined under the lights. Kimura.

“Where’s your chief?”

The man shoved his hand away, “Get off me man!”

He didn’t know where he got the strength as he grappled with Kimura before taking two fistfuls of his collar. “Where’s your fucking Chief? Where’s (y/n)?!”

Multiple pairs of hands tore at his uniform from behind as they hauled him off, legs kicking as he wrestled against their pull.

“Where is she?”

“She’s stayed behind!”

Kimura’s face was blank, his eyes distant and foggy as he stared at the ground. There were tears streaming down his face as he drew a ragged breath. “I’ve never seen so many ethereals, we were overran so quickly…Chief (l/n) and Deputy Chief Kato created a diversion to draw them away so we could get out.”

Kimura looked up with red rimmed eyes.

“I am so sorry.”

Hollow Zero had mutated. Or that was the story they were telling everyone now. The sensors at the outpost had registered a dramatic spike in etheric energy about 30 minutes after Section 2 had infiltrated, and by the next 20 the bangboo that accompanied you had stumbled out with fried circuits, the carrot it followed now expired as the interior of the hollow rearranged.

It was supposed to be a standard recovery operation. You had done them hundreds of times in the past.

“I’m sorry, Asaba. My hands are tied.” The officer said with a shake of his head. “No one’s allowed in unless they are operating with their faction. You’re the only one from Section 6 here.”

He gripped his bow tighter. “Then I suggest you turn around and pretend you didn’t see me then.”

It felt like an electric current thrummed under his skin as he breached the Hollow. He didn’t bother to call the proxy or wait for the association to form a new carrot. There was no point, even as desperately as he clinged to the idea of you being unharmed, alive, there was still a rotten crawl of doubt in the back of his mind that made the thought of wandering forever as an ethereal within Hollow Zero a more palatable choice than leaving here without you.

He didn’t know how long he had wandered through the hollow, hair matted to his forehead from sweat as he cleared another broken wall, trying to survey as much of the warped landscape as he could. He doubled over, hands braced against his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He had overextended himself already, his chest constricted tightly as his breathing became shallow, a sharp ringing in his ears. He screwed his eyes shut, focusing on getting his lungs back under control.

In and out.

There was a distant cry that met his ears, strangled and distorted, one that twisted his gut in an iron grip as his head shot up.

You.

He didn’t know what he hoped to find when he fumbled over the rubble in your direction. Finding you was the sole focus of his mind for the past few hours, the rush of adrenaline carrying his mind past rational thought.

You. You. You.

It urged his tired legs forward, kept him standing as he rounded the corner and saw the torn back of your uniform jacket stretched unnaturally over your crumpled form.

Even with your back to him he would have recognized you anywhere, even as your body contorted unnaturally, muscles spasming wildly as a distorted cry pierced the air. Your hands clawed as the ground, ugly black shards piercing your skin from within, nailbeds black and bloody where your fingertips had rubbed raw in the dirt.

He knew better than to approach you, to roll you to your back as your body seized and writhed in his grasp, more warbled cries piercing the air.

Your eyes were glassy and unfocused as his hands cupped your cheeks. Your skin was hot to the touch, corruption running thickly in your veins and curling out of your skin like ugly black horns.

He shushed you gently, cradling your head in his arms as your hands tore at his sides, teeth gnashing wildly as the corruption ate away at your humanity before his very eyes.

“When I turn into an ethereal one day, I want to you promise that you’ll kill me.”

You lifted your head off his chest. “You sure have a strange idea of pillow talk, Haru.”

He snorted, hands tracing down the curve of your spine as you shivered. “Yeah, I know but still…I don’t want to wander in a Hollow forever like some mindless husk. That’s no way to live.”

You bit your cheek, stretching up to peck him on the lips, his hands gently brushing your hair aside as he grinned against your lips.

“Then I trust you to do the same for me.”

He hated himself. He hated that he remembered that conversation you had over a year ago, begging himself to twist the truth, to convince his own mind that you didn’t know the weight of your words. But deep down he knew he couldn’t deny it, deny you, of the peaceful passing he had asked you to offer him.

This shouldn’t be an issue for him to face. It shouldn’t be you in the throes of corruption, screaming and tearing at him like an animal as your senses fled you body.

You were supposed to outlive him. The scales of nature were stacked unmistakably in your favor.

Tears wet your cheeks, but they didn’t belong to you. Hot and salty tears poured down his face as his breath stuttered. Everything about this was wrong, like his worst nightmares spawning into a hellish reality as he begged any god that might exist for an easy way out, begged you for forgiveness, for you to answer him with that same gentle smile that was reserved just for quiet moments with him.

Apologies burned him from the inside out, like venom on his tongue as he peeled your hands off of him and backed away. His hands trembled so violently he could scarcely nock an arrow, his entire body weak. His vision swam, whether it was from the ether corruption that had dinned his hearing or from the tears that didn’t seem to stop he wasn’t sure.

His lip quivered, breathing unsteady as he stared down at you, your form clawing at the earth before pushing shakily onto your knees. You moved more like a marionette than a human, the skin on your neck crumbling under a sheen of black as the core began to manifest.

Mournful cries dripped from your cyanotic lips as a hand extended in his direction. It was a moment of lucidity, fingers flexing against the veins of corruption under your flesh.

“Haru, I’m so s-sorry.”

The arrow whistled sharply as his fingers released the bowstring.

They both sat on the table on your side of the bed, the metal cold and lifeless under his dull gaze.

“Asaba, I know this is hard, but there are people who you can talk to. That can help you.” The voice of Yanagi echoed from the answering machine in the hallway. He let his cellphone die weeks ago.

“We are just worried about you. Please, call me back.”

Your favorite coffee cup still sat beside the pot in the kitchen, the rim stained pink from your favorite lipstick. Your toothbrush still sat in the cup beside his, your shampoo still in the shower. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb the bag hanging in the closet, you didn’t want him to spoil the surprise of the dress you bought in excitement at the prospect of going out to dinner after all.

His medicine bottles sat empty in the bathroom trashcan, the contents lost to the sewers of New Eridu by now.

His lungs heaved tiredly, a deep wheeze whistling in the back of his throat. His vision never stopped swimming, even after he carried you out of the Hollow, an arrow embedded between your glossy eyes as your blood stained his clothes.

His thumb pressed the space between your eyebrows, your nose wrinkling, eyes warm as you stared at him from your side of the bed, hair fanned across your cheeks.

“Haru, it’s not good for you to lay around all the time.” You whispered, leaning into his touch as his hand drifted to cup your cheek, thumb teasing your lower lip before you pressed a kiss to the pad.

“Get up, you need to eat.”

He knew it wasn’t real, that you weren’t real, but he smiled like you were anyways. Like your lips were warm as you leaned in and brushed them against his, like there was weight behind the pull of your hands as he rolled out of bed for the first time in days.

There was a ring cut to your size, and for a little while longer he would pretend it was nestled on your finger.

Rey 2024, crossposted to ao3

#asaba harumasa #zenless zone zero #zzz harumasa #harumasa x reader #zzz #zzz x reader #harumasa zzz

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eatingoutmen · 5 months ago

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“ INSIDE HIS OFFICE . ”

| ☎︎ A/N : feeding ya’ll again with Professor/Sergio Marquina because I am OBSESSED and INLOVE with him and Àlvaro Morte in general, so why not show our submissive nerdy man some love? Also, I have just been suffering with writes block and taking a break off for my mental health. Anyway, enjoy this smut-fic!! I’m sorry if this took too long, I had to proofread this alot of times… (😭)

| 𖤐 PAIRINGS : Sergio Marquina x Top Male Reader

| ⚠︎ CWS ; male/amab reader, no pronouns used, office sex, semi-public sex, praise kink, humiliation kink, teasing, blowjob, throat-fucking, multiple orgasms, fingering, slow and sensual to fast and rough sex, dumbification, creampie, porn with no plot.

It was late at night, the moon casted its gentle glow as it created a quiet and peaceful moment around the warehouse. Except for the loud grunts and moans that could be heard in the Professor's office, along with choked sobs and loud gags of a cry of pleasure behind the closed door.

The Professor was on his knees, he was still half-clothed with his suit jacket was on the floor, his shirt unbuttoned and his tie sitting loosely around his shirt collar and his pants slightly revealing his boxers along with the bulge outlining in the fabric. Sergio’s hair was tousled while his glasses were barely hanging onto his face from the overwhelming pleasure, a hand held Sergio by the top of his head; making him bob his head with guidance and purpose.

Sergio’s hands grasped onto your knees for support as he was a submissive mess, he responded eagerly at the feeling of your cock moving inside his mouth. He would let out muffled moans and choked sobs whenever the tip of your dick would go deep down his throat, his nails scratched the fabric of your pants, tears welling up in his hues as he continued to gag around you.

He always loved it when you take control of him, making feel weak and pathetic from your dominant presence.

Your cock was so deep down in his throat, you were moving so fast that Sergio found it too difficult to take your movements, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to take your movements eagerly. The pleasure becoming almost unbearable and overwhelming for him, he let out a gag as a shudder ran down his spine. His spit dripping down his chin as his hands held onto your knees, he looked up to you with submission and need in his gaze as his glasses were barely hanging onto his face.

You let out a soft chuckle as you pulled out and let him catch his breath, you tapped the tip of your cock against Sergio’s cheek, your smile grew wider seeing the blush that crept on his face. “Think you can still take it, Professor?” You teasingly asked, your voice a blend with dominance and desire. You watched as his breath became ragged as he tried to form coherent words to reply to your teasing question, making you chuckle lowly.

Sergio lets out a shaky breath as he looked up to you, his hands grasping onto your knees for support. He opens his mouth to respond but the words in his throat are choked and comes out as just incoherent sounds, he looks away to avoid your gaze. You placed hand on his chin, tilting him to meet your eyes. “Answer me, I said can you still take it?” You asked, rubbing the tip of your cock to his lips teasingly. His breath caught on his throat as he nodded his head quickly in response, yet it still wasn’t the answer you were looking for. “Use your words, Professor…”

Sergio lets out a whimper as he struggled to find his voice, his hands trembling as he grasped onto your knees and felt his cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and surrender. He nodded his head again as he met your gaze. “Y-yes… I-I can take it…” He managed to gasp out, his voice trembling as his words were breathless yet filled with surrender and submission. ""I-I can take whatever... you give me..." His flustered face got more flustered as he heard your mocking chuckle dancing in his ears.

He looked so pathetic, and you loved it.

You rubbed the tip of your cock to Sergio’s lips, you heard his breath hitching. You chuckled as you tilted your head slightly with a smirk forming onto on your lips. “Open your mouth, Professor…” You whispered, his eyes widened slightly as his breath quickened but was quick to obey. He opened his mouth widely for you, without hesitation. You shoved your cock back into his mouth again while your fingers tangled his hair, making him bob his head as you let out a groan at the feeling of his tongue swirling around on your cock.

You grunted loudly as you continued thrusting your hips back and forth while chuckling as you heard Sergio’s moans of pleasure were choked and gagged by your cock deep inside his throat, you stared down at him watching him taking your cock eagerly as his hands trembled while holding onto your knees while a shudder ran down his spine. You moaned loudly while you gripped his hair tightly, you kept going till you kept chasing your orgasm.

“Oh, fuck… Shit, ‘m close-” You moaned out, your words encouraging him to work his tongue faster on while thrusting your hips faster and tightened your grip on his hair. The sight of him clouded from pleasure as he continued to choke and gag around your cock, you let out a breathless chuckle mix with a groan. You kept going and chasing after your orgasm as you thrusted into his mouth. Fucking his pretty face entirely.

One, two, three, four more thrust into his mouth as you let out a loud moan. Your grip on his hair tightened as you came in his mouth, a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine as you looked down and see Sergio’s eyes widened and choking loudly at the feeling of your load in his mouth, you groaned and let out a low chuckle seeing him swallowing it all eagerly. You looked down at him as you got a better look of his cum staining his pants from the pleasure you gave him.

You let go of his hair and he pulled off of your cock, with a small ‘pop’ sound and watch him gasp for air. Breathing heavily as he tried to regain himself, a mix of your cum and his spit drooling down his chin, he adjusted his glasses as he blushed while his hands rested on his thighs looking up to you with those brown eyes he had, looking like an adorable puppy begging, a smirk curled into your lips.

You knew exactly what he wanted and you were gonna give it to him…

You had Sergio with his legs spread wide for you, his cum-stained pants and boxers discarded, his button up shirt unbuttoned as his tie was sitting loosely around his shirt’s collar, his beautiful body displayed all for you to please and cherish. Your middle finger and ring finger stretching out his hole as you prepped him for your cock. Loud but muffled moans and choked sobs escaped his lips as he threw his head back, tears of pleasure welled up from his eyes. His cock leaking pre-cum as he squirmed his body at the feeling of yours fingers hitting his prostate, hitting all the rights spots that made him to let out loud moans and whimpers.

“Oh, oh- god- hmph!… [N-Name]!-” He cried out as he cut himself off with a loud moan mix with a high pitch whimper, his hands finding their way to his clothes, gripping it tightly as his knuckles turned white. With one hand, you gently held his thigh, rubbing them gently to calm him down and get him to stop squirming so much. “You’re so loud, Professor. The team might hear you, you know?” You teased, as you see him whimper and blush at the thought of being overheard at this intimate moment he was having with you. You chuckled as you watch him let out a series of moans and whimpers escape his lips while you continued to stretch him out.

You tilted your head and chuckled lowly seeing him in such messy and vulnerable state, his calm and composed demeanor was replaced with raw desire and submission as he turned into a needy and desperate slut. “Please… I-I need to cum… Please let me cum, please!…” Sergio desperately begged at you, tears streaming down his face as his hard cock twitched and leaked more pre-cum. He let out a series of moans and whimpers, growing louder and desperate as your fingers stretched him out.

He begged so beautifully that it was so pathetic yet so incredibly hot.

You hummed in response, your fingers continued to hit his prostate, repeatedly abusing it as your eyes lingered at the sight of him so whorish and needy, his moans turning into high pitch whimpers, filling the office’s atmosphere. His tears continued to well up from his eyes, you chuckled seeing his cock twitch and leaking out more pre-cum onto his stomach. Your fingers slowing and teasing his hole, he let out a whine from your action, his orgasm suddenly subsided. You liked seeing him get frustrated on you.

It turns you on seeing him get all so needy like a desperate slut begging to get fucked dumb.

“[Name]… Don’t tease me… please…” Sergio whined, a soft whimper leaving his lips seeing you chuckle at his response, you met his gaze, with a cocky grin on your face. “You’re so cute when you beg, Professor…” You said teasingly, causing him to blush and let out a needy whimper. “[Name]…” He whined, his voice barely a whisper.

“I know, mi amor. Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum… Just be a good boy for me, okay?” You said, he whimpered while he nodded his head eagerly waiting patiently for his release that you held in your hands, he continued to moan and whimper uncontrollably at the feeling of your fingers hitting his prostate with precision.

Your eyes trailed down his body, eyes stopping as you noticed his cock leaking more pre-cum onto his stomach, you chuckled lowly and began to fasten your pace with your fingers while fingering his hole, abusing his sweet spot repeatedly. His moans turned into high pitch whimpers and choked sobs at your relentless pace. “[N-Name]!… f-fuck- ahh- oh- oh god!-” He cried out, his body arching in response as he screamed to the overwhelming sensation, his hard cock twitching as it continued to leak more pre-cum. “D-don’t stop… please, don’t stop!…” He threw his head back as he arched his body further, ass in the air for you to continue to stretch him out and give him his sweet release.

You hummed as you continued to push him further to edge of release, you chuckled hearing him moan and gasp uncontrollably at the sensation of your fingers abusing his sensitive spot in all the right ways. “Gonna cum, Professor?” You asked, looking down at the man beneath you, nodding his head desperately. “Mmm…Yes- s-shit!… oh, God- Yes!” He managed to gasp out between moans, desperately on the edge of release as his cock leaked more pre-cum onto his stomach. “P-please, [Name]… let me… let me cum!… please!” He pleaded, his body yearning for that sweet release that you held the key to.

You chuckled hearing his desperate pleas, you maintained your relentless pace as your fingers jabbed his prostate. “Go ahead, Professor. Cum for me.” You urged, watching his cock spill cum all over his stomach as he moaned out your name loudly. His body trembled from the intensity of the moment while he laid there, breathless and sated from his intense climax, his body still tingling with the echoes of pleasure. You smiled as you pulled out your fingers and let him rest for a while after that overwhelming pleasure you gave him.

Before you can say or do anything, he sat up from the floor and moved towards you and began to straddled himself onto your lap, your eyes widened in surprise as he rocked his hips onto your clothed crotch, creating some delicious friction.

He leaned in close to your ear, his warm breath ghosting on your skin. “I want more…” Sergio whispered, his voice husky and tone filled with lust, he placed a soft peck against your lips as he continued to rock his hips against your clothed crotch while letting out a needy whimper, his eyes filled with need and longing.

How can you deny his request when he looks so pretty and needy all for you?

The clock on the wall continued tick its hours away from what you two were doing now, you now had The Professor bent over the desk as it shook loudly back and forth, important documents and blueprints of the heist’s plans and strategies began falling off as it hit the floor from getting shook and pushed off. He let out moans and whimpers as well as incoherent words and choked sobs from his lips, echoing loudly in the atmosphere of his office.

Sergio’s hair was tousled even more and his glasses were barely hanging on his face from the pleasure you were providing, both of your hands held him by his waist, moving and holding him down higher to the table as you thrusted your hips, the wet sounds of both his and your skin meeting against each other and his cries of overwhelming pleasure you were elicited within him created such a erotic atmosphere in the office.

His hands grasped onto the edge of the table for support as he was a moaning mess, his body responding eagerly at the feeling of your cock was moving so slow and teasing inside of him, he would let out loud moans whenever the tip of your dick would hit his prostate, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through him.

Yet it still wasn’t enough for him. No, he craved more. More of your sweet, overwhelming pleasure. But you were being so cruel to him that it was driving him insane.

Your cock was deep inside of his hole, moving so slow that it was driving Sergio to the edge of frustration and need, his breath was coming in shallow gasps as he tried to form coherent sentences to your movements. The pleasure becoming almost unbearable and overwhelming for him, “P-please… m-move faster…” Sergio managed to gasp out between whimpers, he rocked his hips to meet your movements, his body eagerly moving in rhythm to your slow and teasing pace.

You chuckled as you continued thrusting your hips so deliberate and teasing, making him deny what he begged for, which caused him to let out a whine of frustration. Your hands held his waist firmly as your moved in and out of his hole. He gasped and moaned at the feeling of your cock moving in and out of walls and stretching him out. “Patience, Professor… patience…” You teasingly whispered, he whined at your response which caused you to chuckle lowly. “Come on, a bit of patience wouldn’t hurt right, Professor?”

He let out a whine of frustration, his nails digging into the desk as he rocked his hips to meet your pace, his breath came in gasps and moans as he panted out heavily. He knew at this point he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed that sweet release again that only you can grant him, and with that. He let out a needy whimper, hoping to himself that his plan would work on you. “[N-Name]… please…” Sergio pleaded, his voice a breathless whisper. You clicked your tongue in response, trying not to give in to his pleas.

But, God the way he begged for you was like a siren’s call, so alluring and impossible to resist.

You chuckled mockingly as you continued your slow and teasing pace, your cock stretching out his hole and moving in and out of his walls. You leaned down, pressing your chest against his back, carefully trying not put much of your weight on him and dropped your voice into a low and husky whisper, your lips brushing against his ear as your breath ghosted on his skin. “Beg a little harder, Professor...” You ordered, as you increased your pace slightly, which elicited a loud moan from him.

He let out a shaky moan as your cock moved deep inside of his hole, his hard cock between his legs leaking pre-cum as his body quivered with pleasure, his hands grasping onto the desk as it shook back and forth from your movements. With a mix of need and vulnerability and a soft moan escaping his lips. “P-please… f-faster… I-I need you [Name]…” Sergio gasped out, his plea was filled with urgency, he let out a whimper as your cock stretched his hole as well his walls.

And with that plea, you draw all the way out. Thrusting your hips as you pounded his hole aggressively, the tip of your cock getting caught with his rim. His moans and whimpers grew louder at the sudden increased intensity of your pace, the desk shook back and forth as he held onto to it for support. His legs getting weaker and weaker at each deeper thrust inside him.

“Y-yes… j-just like that!—” He managed to gasp out between moans, his glasses loosely hung on the crook of his nose. His body quivered with pleasure and satisfaction. “Keep going!… j-just like that!…” He moaned loudly, his words were punctuated by gasps and moans of ectasy. Your hands held his waist firmly as you slammed your cock back and forth in his hole, thrusting deeper inside his walls. “You like that, Professor?” You asked teasingly, staring down at the man who was so high off the pleasure looking like as if he lost his fucking mind.

“Mmm… Y-yes!… I-I love it!… d-don’t stop!…” Sergio cried out, his eyes screwing shut as his cock leaked out more pre-cum, you chuckled seeing him struggle to form coherent words to answer you. You snapped your hips back and forth, your pace growing faster and faster, making him scream from the overwhelming pleasure you were offering him.

“Then why don’t you thank me, Professor. Like a good boy for giving you what you needed so badly.” You chuckled while pounding his hole and stretching out his walls, your tip brushing against his sweet spot. Making his moans and whimpers grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin smacking against skin that echoed throughout the office.

“Y-yes… t-thank you!… thank you for moving… f-faster!…” Sergio gasped out, as he was getting fucked so deeply by you. You reveled the way his moans and whimpers grew louder, you tilted your head and smirked at the idea of the team hearing him from just outside the door. “You do realize how loud you’re getting right, Professor?” You remarked, while maintaining your fast pace. “Ever thought about the team might hear you, huh?” You added, with a chuckle as you slammed your hips back and forth.

Sergio was so high off of the pleasure that he felt like he was seeing heaven, he couldn’t give a damn if the team heard him or walk in and see the two of you like this. All he cared about was getting fucked so dumb by you, the feeling of your cock pounding his hole and making submit to your dominant demeanor. His throat burning from moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, his body quivering as his cock leaked more pre-cum. “I-I don’t care… just keep going…” He whispered hoarsely, his voice rough and sore.

You chuckled at his response, you continued to thrust yourself deeper in his walls, your hands holding his waist firmly as you pounded your cock deep inside him. You stared down at his appearance, his hair tousled, his glasses barely hanging onto the crook of his nose, his body quivering from the overwhelming pleasure you were evoking within him. You chuckled as you continued to tease him further, “What’s wrong, Professor? Is this too much for you? Want me to stop?” Your smirk widened hearing him whine at the last sentence.

“D-don’t you dare… oh, f-fuck… don’t you dare fucking s-stop, [Name]…” Sergio managed to gasp out between moans, his voice filled desperation and frustration. You chuckled as you continued to thrust your hips faster and faster, his walls hugging your cock tightly while your tip kept abusing his prostate. You kept going as you chased your orgasm, abusing his sweet spot with unerring accuracy, hitting it all the right spots that make him see heaven.

“You close, Professor?” You asked, looking down at him as he was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, his body trembling with need of release. He opened his mouth to answer but the words were caught in his throat and all that came out incoherent sounds and choked sobs, you chuckled while continuing your fast pace. Pushing him further to the brink of another release, “Come on, Professor. Use your words...”

Sergio let out loud shaky moan as he nodded his head slightly, his cock between his legs leaked more pre-cum as he was teetering on the edge of release. “Y-yes… I-I’m… close, so close…” He managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse and a breathless whisper. “P-please, [Name]… let me... let me cum… please…” His plea laced with desperation and longing, surrendering to overwhelming pleasure that you were orchestrating within him.

You chuckled hearing his desperate pleas, you maintained your relentless pace as your cock jabbed his prostate. “Go ahead, Professor. Cum for me.” You ordered, watching his cock spill cum all over himself as he moaned out your name loudly. His body trembling with the intensity of another climax, riding his orgasm as his cock shot out his load onto the floor. He couldn’t ride off his high properly as you continued thrusting your cock deep inside him, chasing your own release.

“Inside… p-please…” Sergio slurred out, his body trembling as he felt your cock twitch inside of his hole as his walls squeezed around you. His throat burning from moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, “You want me breed you, huh? Professor?” You asked teasingly, he nodded eagerly.

“Mmm… y-yes… please, [Name]…” Sergio responded weakly, his walls hugging your cock tighter, and that threw over the edge. You kept thrusting a few more times til you finally rode out your orgasm, you let out a groan as you painted his walls white with your cum.

You were both breathing heavily and sweating profusely with the aftershocks from the intense lovemaking, both your bodies trembling and chest rising and falling as you both catch your breath. You groaned as you slowly pulled out of him, you let out a breathless laugh seeing his body trembling and legs shaking completely while holding onto the desk for support. His hole dripping out your cum down to his legs.

You switched his bent over position and carefully sat him on the desk’s table and peppered his face with kisses, “I love you, Sergio…” You whispered softly and adjusted his glasses, he smiled faintly and rested his forehead against yours. His breaths mingling with yours. “I-I love you too… [Name]…” Sergio whispered back, his voice weak but filled with warmth. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead as he let out a contented sigh.

“Finally, they fucking stopped!” Someone shouted from the other side of the room, you and Sergio exchanged looks, you laughed breathlessly seeing his flustered and embarrassed face.

Well, this is gonna be an awkward next morning with the team, but you couldn't really care about it. On the bright side, at least you fucked your boyfriend.

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