#Kinktober Day 30

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Sex Pollen

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Harvey Kinkle x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1317

Warnings: SMUT

Y/N: Your Name 

Summary: Harvey came in contact with an odd flower and now he's incredibly horny. You're the only one that can help.

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I was sitting at home working on some spells that we went over in class when my phone rang. I looked at the ID to see Sabrina was calling. I sighed and rolled my eyes, debating whether to pick up, but something told me I should. I answered with a sigh and waited for her to speak. 

“Y/N? I need your help.” She said, making me roll my eyes. 

“With?” I asked, checking out my nails. 

“Harvey, see we were walking through the forest and there was this flower that I’ve never seen before and we looked at it, but it blew something at him, and well…” 

“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?” I hissed into the phone. 

“Nothing, but um… He needs your help. Can you just get to his house as fast as possible, please?” She asked and I sighed. I hung up before mumbling the teleportation spell. I was in Harvey’s room and he was in a t-shirt and boxers with his cock straining. I turned to see Sabrina blushing and looking at me with guilty eyes. 

“What the fuck?” I asked and she bit her lip. 

“Listen, that flower blew some indigo powder at him and now he’s like this… I don’t know wha-” 

“Indigo powder? Are you fucking kidding me!?” I shouted and she shrunk into herself. 

“You know what it is?” She asked. 

“Sex pollen. He needs to have sex as soon as possible or he’ll die.” I said, already stripping my shirt off. 

“Oh… uh… well I’ll just… um…” Sabrina stuttered as she headed for the door. 

“Leave.” I glared at her and she quickly ran out of the house. 

“Y/N…” Harvey moaned, reaching for me. 

“I’m here baby, you’ll be just fine.” I said. Completely stripping and sitting on the bed. Harvey quickly ripped the rest of his clothes off and pulled me to him. He kissed me roughly and flipped us so my back was against the mattress. His lips moved over him and bit down on my lower lip. I gasped and he wasted no time pushing in tongue into my mouth. His hands quickly traveled down my body, feeling his way over each curve and settling one on my breast. He tweaked one of my nipples as his other hand kneaded my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. Harvey settled himself between my legs, his hard cock nestled against my stomach as he rutted against me. He grunted as I bit his lip, thrusting against my pussy, making me arch my back. He slipped his hand between our bodies and glided his fingers between my lips. He moaned when he felt how wet I was, using some to rub my clit. I arched my back, my hips thrust as he rubbed my clit harshly. 

“Gotta make sure you’re ready for me.” He said, looking down as he pushed two fingers inside. His thumb stayed on my clit. His fingers made me moan loudly, gripping the sheets. He lazily pumped his fingers, his thumb was really doing all the work. I could feel an orgasm building quickly, my hips thrusting against him. 

“Oh fuck, Harv, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. I felt the cord snap as I moaned loudly, cumming around his fingers. He let me ride it out before pulling his fingers out and popping them into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he licked them clean. 

“Fuck you taste amazing…” He growled. He gripped his cock, lining himself up with my pussy. 

“I need you now.” He said, slowly pushing inside, making me gasp. 

“Fuck you’re tight.” He groaned. I gripped his biceps, my nails digging into his skin. I relaxed as best I could with him pushing inside me. The sweat was almost pouring off him now and his pupils were so dilated that they looked completely black. His temperature was so hot and I was worried I was too late. Sabrina should have called me as soon as he got hit! God, she’s so stupid! He needed to cum now or things would turn back. 

“Harvey.” I whined, moving my hips. 

“Move, please. Just use me, baby, I can take it.” I said. 

“No. I don’t wanna use you. You deserve better.” He said and I smiled slightly. 

“I know baby, but you need to cum soon or things aren’t gonna end well. So I need you to use me, babe, please.” I begged, wrapping my fingers in his hair and gently tugging. 

“Fuck me, Harvey, fuck me nice and hard.” I said. His eyes glazed over and his brow furrowed with determination. He gripped my hips, tossing my legs over his. He thrust into me violently, making me scream. He was fucking me at a punishing pace, driven only by his need to cum. The pollen was taking over and all I could do was hold on for dear life. I could feel another orgasm building as his cock hit my G-spot over and over again. Without taking his dick out, he flipped me over and started fucking me from behind. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as gasping breaths left my mouth. I tried my best to keep my hips up as he fucked me into the mattress. 

“Oh yes, baby! Fuck!” I cried, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. This new position had me seeing fucking stars. He was so deep inside that each thrust brought me closer to my orgasm. 

“Harvey!” I screamed as I was pushed over the edge. My pussy fluttered around him, making his thrusts stuttered. He pushed all the way inside me as he came, screaming my name. He kept thrusting, cumming more than a normal mortal could. The pollen made the person so horny that they’d cum at least ten times the amount they normally would. It was making a mess as it flowed out of my very stuffed pussy and onto his mattress. 

Once Harvey was finally done we each stayed still as we tried to regain our breathing. He slowly pulled out, a squelching noise coming from my pussy as we both groaned. More cum dripped out of my already sore hole. I fell onto the mattress, my legs twitching a bit and my arms sprawled above my head. Havey lay next to me, breathing heavily. Once I thought I could move again, I shifted onto my side and faced my boyfriend. 

“Feel better?” I asked. 

“Yeah… Thanks, baby. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked and I smiled. 

“No, I’m alright. A nice hot bath and maybe a potion I’ll be all good.” I said. He pulled me into his chest and placed a loving kiss on my head. 

“What were you doing in the forest anyway?” I asked and he sighed. 

“‘Brina said she needed help looking for some ingredients for her Aunts, and asked if I could help.” He answered and I rolled my eyes. 

“And you just touched a random flower you’ve never seen before?” I asked, he blushed slightly. 

“I thought it was something you witches use…” He said and I giggled. 

“Next time, we don’t touch strange flowers without asking a witch who actually knows what she’s doing.” I said and he smiled. 

“Okay, next time I’ll ask you.” He said and I pecked his lips. 

“Good.” I laid on his chest. 

“Now we’ll relax for a bit and if the symptoms start up again then we’ll go for round two.” I said and his eyes widened. 

“What?” He asked and I laughed. 

“I don’t know how much you were exposed to, you could need to go for like ten rounds for all I know.” I said and he groaned. 

“I hate magic…” He mumbled and I laughed.

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Kinktober Day 30 - Sounding

Ghost x Soap - 1.3k (on ao3)

summary: Ghost and Soap try out a new toy in bed, and Soap gets a slight scare. (Johnny POV)

cw: uhh. sounding. metal rod in penis

Soap’s muscles spasm, desperate to jerk but unable to move more than an inch in the strict bondage Ghost’s got him in. With his wrists tied to his ankles and his ankles shoved far enough up the bed to force his knees to bend and rest almost by his ears - and to make his hips ache - he’s left completely at the mercy of Ghost, totally stuck.

He usually wouldn’t mind, but with Ghost being such an asshole about letting Johnny come, he’s starting to worry about pulling muscles. If he doesn’t get off soon, he’s going to start seriously considering breaking a few bones to get himself free.

“Calm down,” Ghost grunts, leaning back just enough to watch the slick slide of his cock in and out of Johnny’s hole.

“You-” Soap pants, neck arched and eyes squeezed shut, “You try relaxin’ with a-a goddamn rod down your prick!”

Simon snorts and pauses his thrusts, gripping Johnny’s cock in his hand and holding it at the base. The tip of the sound rests at the top of his urethra, a shiny silver ball attached to a rod just thick enough to fill Soap’s hole comfortably - and thick enough to make him wince when Ghost had first presented it earlier. The stretch is scary but good, just another layer of sensation that makes Johnny feel like he’ll explode if he doesn’t come soon. He'd never though having his cock fucked would feel so good.

“You want to come so bad, but you’re still bein’ a little brat?” Ghost hums, grinding his cock deep into Johnny’s guts and giving the base of his shaft a squeeze. “Thought you were smarter than that, Johnny.”

It takes all of his willpower not to snarl and snap and buck his hips up for more, but Johnny - somehow - manages to bite his tongue and keep himself from more trouble. “Ghost,” he whines, blinking up at his L.t. and trying to make himself look as pathetic as possible - Simon always likes it when he gets a bit teary. “C’mon, please, need to come so bad. I’ve been good!”

Ghost snorts, but he starts to thrust slowly in and out, the drag of his length working Johnny right up to the edge again. “That’s subjective. I’d say complain’ about this rod -” he lifts the end of the sound, letting it rise up a few inches before letting go and watching as it sinks. “Counts as being bad.”

Johnny moans loudly at the feeling of his urethra being slowly filled, legs twitching in their bindings. He almost flinches when the ball rests flush against the head of his cock again, the sound as deep inside as it can go. He’s hardly aware of his own noises, right on the edge of coming but just far enough away to feel like he's going mad from desperation.

“But you do sound so pretty when you moan…” Ghost hums, picking up his own pace so that he’s truly fucking Johnny again, long hard thrusts into him. “Maybe I’ll let you come this time.”

Johnny’s back arches against the pillows, trying to urge all of his most sensitive parts closer to Ghost’s wandering hands. He tries to force Ghost’s hands closer to his dick again, to get them away from where they’ve shifted to his thighs.

“Yes, yes, please, I’m so close- c’mon, Ghost, just a little more, Sir, fuck…”

“Alright,” Ghost sighs, shifting. He fists one hand beside Johnny’s head to hold himself up with, the other going back to wrap around his leaking cock. His thrusts are rough, forcing whines out of Soap’s throat every time he bottoms out. “Go ahead, Johnny, let's see if you can leak around the sound, yeah?”

Johnny’s mouth drops open as Ghost starts to steadily jack him off, the slight shifting of the sound inside of him making him feel like he’s being worked off in multiple ways. He can’t help the way his eyes roll back in his head, the long moan as Simon slowly speeds up the motion on his hips and his hand. His dick has never felt so sensitive in his life, and he can feel tears stinging at the backs of his eyes

Ghost’s head drops to rest against Johnny’s, his own pupils blown wide as he forces eye contact between the two of them. It’s that that finally gets Soap off, finally has him moaning so loud his throat burns as he comes.

“There ya go, there ya go,” Ghost pants, pulling back enough for them both to look down and watch as the sound blocks his cum from going anywhere. “Squeezin’ me so tight, fuck, tha’s a good boy, Johnny…”

Ghost’s thrusts get sloppier as he gets closer to that peak himself, the sight of Johnny’s seemingly dry orgasm and the tight clench of his hole enough to have him groaning low in his throat. He buries himself to the hilt as he finally comes, hot spurts of it coating Johnny’s hole while he drops his face into the crook of Soap’s neck.

“Gho-Ghost,” he gasps, fingers desperately trying to tap Simon as the larger man falls over him. “Simon- L.t., fuck, nothin’-nothin’ came out.”

“I know,” Ghost groans, instinctually jerking his hips and overworking his cock. “So fucking hot, Johnny.”

“What-” Soap gasps, a hint of panic creeping up his throat as he stares down at his completely dry and plugged cock. “What the fuck? Where-where did it go?”

He thinks Ghost is catching his breath when the man starts almost heaving against him, but when Ghost raises his head he sees the smile splitting his lips.

“Ghost!” He nearly shouts, glaring at the larger man and his laugh. “I’m serious! I came, where the fuck did it go?!”

Ghost only laughs louder, leaning back on his knees and pulling out. They both groan a bit at the feeling, and Johnny squirms in his spot at the feeling of come and lube dripping from his hole. 

“Don't fuckin’ laugh,” Soap groans, looking down at his softening cock with wide eyes. “Fuck, get it out of me, get it out.”

“Alright, calm down,” Simon half-soothes half-teases. “Want your ropes undone first or the sound out?”

Johnny whines a little, trying to sit up further and wincing when his dick shifts. “Get the damn thing out of me, L.t.”

“Hush,” Ghost laughs again, steadying Johnny and slowly but steadily pulling the sound from his urethra. “What did you expect to happen, Johnny?”

He pants at the feeling of the sound finally sliding free, falling limp against the pillows with an admittedly over-dramatic groan. “Fuckin’ finally, Jesus.”

Simon snorts, dropping the sound in favor of finally undoing the ropes holding him in place. “Overdramatic little thing tonight. You were the one begging for somethin’ new in bed.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to stuff my cock.”

Ghost lifts Johnny’s ankles, splaying them straight out on the bed to make room for himself. “Well, you shoulda said that then. Now you know.”

Soap huffs out a laugh, laid like a starfish, just barely tugging his arm out of the way before Ghost tries to break his elbow. He rolls onto Simon’s stomach once the large man is settled, resting his chin on folded arms and playfully glaring up at Simon. “Y’know, most people are less of an asshole after a good fuck.”

Ghost ruffles his hair with a huff and an uncharacteristically soft smile. “You wouldn’t be with me if I was like most people.”

Johnny hums, pushing further into Ghost’s palm and melting at the soft scratches across his scalp. “True. Guess I’ll put up with it, then.”

Simon scoffs, shoving Johnny off his chest and rolling to crush him beneath his weight. “Shut up, MacTavish.”

“Oy! Some people like pillow talk, ye big bastard.”

“Didn’t we just go over this?”

Johnny sighs loudly, like he’s both being crushed and being done a horrible wrong. He’d like to push a little further, tease and make fun until he’s too tired to open his mouth, but he’s warm and relaxed beneath Ghost.

It’s easy to wrap an arm around Simon’s center, through a leg over his ankle, and sink into sleep.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Thirty: Professor/Student - Chan/Jeongin

Tags: Prof!Jeongin, student!Chan, age swap, age gap, taboo relationship, semi-public sex (office), thigh riding, blowjob

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Chan adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder and took a deep breath. He had read the label on the door at least three times already. Dr. Yang Jeongin. His music theory professor. And the man he had been pining after since he had started college the year before. Jeongin was one of the youngest professors at the university at thirty years old, and it was no secret that half of the student population had crushes on him. He was hot, and Chan was not going to deny that. He was included in the population that liked him after all. 

That was why he was so nervous. This was his first time coming to Jeongin’s office. And the worst part was, he did not have innocent motives. Sure, his grade in the class wasn’t that great and the recent homework he had gotten on music theory was too complicated for even the most seasoned musicians to understand, but that was not why he was there. He wasn’t there for help. He was there for Jeongin. 

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Chan clenched and unclenched his fists. He could do this. He had put a little more effort in his appearance today. He was wearing a pair of ripped skinny jeans that made his ass look amazing and a crop-top that showed off his hard-earned abs, and he had done a bit of smokey eyeliner. He thought he looked pretty good and he just hoped Jeongin thought so too. 

He finally knocked on the office door and heard Jeongin call, “Come in!” from the other side. A thrill passed through Chan’s body and he opened the door, stepping inside Jeongin’s office. Jeongin was sitting at his desk, flipping through some papers, and when Chan entered he smiled. “Chan-ah, come in! What brings you here?” Another thing that everyone loved about him was how nice he was. But Chan wasn’t hoping for niceties. 

He set his bag down and stretched a little bit. His top rose up, landing just underneath his pecs. “Ah, so you know how my grades are, yeah? And the new homework you gave us,” he started, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt. “I was just…I dunno, I just want to do good in the class, but I’m having a hard time.” He could do better if he really tried, but Jeongin was a huge distraction. Half the time he ended up staring at him instead of writing notes. And sometimes, he felt like Jeongin looked back. But he never wanted to assume. 

“Alright,” Jeongin said with a nod. “You’re right, your grades in this class aren’t…the best , but you’re doing great in all your other classes.” Chan gulped. “Is there any particular reason you might be struggling in my class?” 

Someone in the hall giggled as they walked by and Chan’s heart raced. “I don’t know. I feel like I…might be getting a little distracted in class.” He tried to stifle his nerves as he looked Jeongin up and down. “And the material is more difficult to understand.” 

Jeongin met his gaze and adjusted his glasses. “Okay…distracted? By what, Chan-ah?” 

Chan loved when Jeongin said his name. It flowed off his tongue like honey. “I think you know, yeah?” he said, dropping his head a bit so that he could look at Jeongin through his lashes. Jeongin immediately caught on. He swallowed visibly and straightened up a bit. 

“Chan…” He said his name like a warning but Chan wasn’t listening. 

“I really need your help, Professor,” he said, pouting. “I want to be a good student.” 

Jeongin tongued his cheek and the action made Chan’s stomach swoop. “I’m your professor…I don’t…I don’t think this is appropriate.” 

Chan tilted his head innocently. “What? I’m just asking for help. I don’t get it.” He took a couple slow, deliberate steps towards Jeongin’s desk and placed his hands on the edge of it. 

“Don’t play that game. You know exactly what you’re doing,” Jeongin said, eyeing Chan pointedly. 

“That’s the problem, I don’t think I do. So tell me, please Jeongin-ssi, is there something I can do? Any extra credit I can do at all to bring my grade up?” Chan asked, continuing to play up his act. Jeongin’s gaze hardened and a shiver went down Chan’s spine. 

“I don’t think so,” he said, but there was some hesitance in his voice. Chan leaned in a bit and Jeongin’s breath hitched. Hook, line, and sinker. 

Chan’s top stretched across his chest as he leaned over his hands. He watched with giddy excitement as Jeongin’s eyes went from his face to his defined pecs and then back to his face like it was nothing. Oh he wanted him so badly. “Are you sure? There’s nothing at all?” 

“Chan-ah I can’t–” Jeongin wet his lips. “I can’t do that. Not for extra credit. That’s wrong.” 

He frowned and let out a little sigh. “Okay…but what if I want to do something whether extra credit is involved or not?” He looked Jeongin up and down and his stomach sparked with arousal at the way Jeongin’s breathing turned shallower. 

“I’m your professor. And I’m ten years older than you,” Jeongin stated, but it sounded like excuses in Chan’s ears. 

“I’m an adult and that doesn’t matter to me. Do you want it or not?” he asked. “I promise you won’t regret it.” 

Jeongin tongued his cheek and looked from Chan to the door and then back to Chan. He narrowed his eyes. “Chan-ah, shut the door. I want to discuss something important with you.” Chan’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat. He wasn’t expecting Jeongin to actually agree. He was expecting to get totally rejected and sent from his office with his metaphorical tail between his legs.

“I said shut the door.” 

Chan was brought back to the moment and he quickly nodded, making his way over to the door to close it. “Yeah, sorry.” When he turned around, Jeongin was getting up from his desk, his finger hooked around the neck of his tie to loosen it. Any of the previous shyness in Jeongin’s demeanor was gone, replaced with the Jeongin Chan had seen whenever students were acting up or someone decided to disrespect him. It made his whole body tingle. 

As Jeongin stepped into his personal space, he was suddenly hyper aware of their height difference. Jeongin didn’t tower over him, but he was tall enough that he had to look up to make direct eye contact. 

“You know, I could lose my job,” Jeongin said as he cupped Chan’s cheek. 

“I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m not going to go around telling everyone,” Chan said with a slight frown. Jeongin huffed out a gentle laugh and his fox-like eyes crinkled a bit around the edges. 

“I know. You’re good, Chan,” he said, his voice softening. It ran over Chan like velvet. “I just want you to know. This is a big risk. I think that should tell you what you do to me.” 

A full-body shiver hit Chan full force and he sucked in a breath. “Oh.” 

Jeongin smirked and it twisted Chan’s stomach in delicious ways. “Mhm. Oh .” His other hand found Chan’s waist and then suddenly his lips were on his and they were kissing. Chan instantly became puddy in his hands. His knees felt weak so he grabbed onto his shoulders to stabilize himself and pressed his body against his. His lips were so soft and the warm scent of his cologne invaded Chan’s lungs, making him dizzy. The rush kissing Jeongin gave him was instantaneous. His heart had already been beating a thousand miles a minute, but now he was worried people outside the door could hear it. He was kissing Jeongin. His professor. Jeongin was kissing him . 

He was quickly growing hard in his jeans and it only got worse when Jeongin began using his tongue, flicking the tip over his bottom lip before dipping in to taste him. Chan had a lot of experience with kissing and he knew he was good at it, but Jeongin was godly. It was clear he had a lot of experience and that thought made Chan shudder. While he had a lot of experience kissing, he didn’t have a lot of experience with sex. Fuck, he wanted Jeongin to teach him. He wanted him to make him never want anyone else. 

A whine crawled up Chan’s throat and he dug his fingers into Jeongin’s shoulders. “Professor,” he mumbled against his mouth. Jeongin continued kissing him and the constant press of his lips made it hard to think. But his pants were starting to feel so tight and desperation was beginning to tug at his stomach. “J-Jeongin-ssi, please.” 

“Mm?” Jeongin hummed, pulled back a bit. “What do you want?”

“I’m–fuck—you’re such a good kisser,” Chan groaned. Jeongin smiled widely in amusement. 

“I could say the same about you.” He stroked Chan’s cheek with his thumb, then moved his hand to the back of Chan’s head to tangle his fingers in his dark locks. “So tell me, what do you want? I don’t have anything here since I wasn’t really expecting any of my…students…to proposition me. But there’s still things we can do.” 

He pushed his thigh between Chan’s legs and he gasped, mouth falling open. He rolled his hips forward without even thinking and Jeongin grinned. “Yeah? You want to get off on my thigh like this?” 

Chan’s cheeks burned with shame but he continued grinding down on Jeongin’s thigh. The stimulation was perfect and Jeongin’s thigh was solid and muscular. He wasn’t as built as Chan himself was, but he was still strong and solid. 

Jeongin pushed his thigh up to meet the movement of his hips and the moan he let out was far too loud. If anyone had passed by at that moment, they would have heard. There was a tug to his hair and he whined again. “You’re so sensitive. And so loud. You have such a pretty voice, just like when you sing. But you’re gonna have to hold back for me now.” 

Chan swallowed thickly and nodded. He bit his bottom lip and did his best to swallow down his noises even when Jeongin dipped his head to mouth at his neck. He kissed just below his jaw and then began kissing down, occasionally grazing his teeth along his skin. He didn’t suck–it was too risky to send Chan out of his office with marks–but that was okay. Just the wet press of his mouth was enough to make the heat in Chan’s stomach grow like a wildfire. 

He continued rutting against Jeongin’s thigh, biting his lip so hard it tasted metallic. The friction against his cock was almost painful but the pleasure dampened the pain so he didn’t stop. When Jeongin licked up the column of his throat and tugged on his hair again a moan vibrated in his throat and his cock throbbed. 

“You gonna come on my thigh?” Jeongin asked, the brush of his lips sending tingles all over Chan’s skin. His eyes rolled back and he nodded. 

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘m gonna come,” Chan breathed, still trying to keep his voice low even though all he wanted to do was cry out Jeongin’s name. It was embarrassing that he had gotten close this fast, but he had been craving Jeongin for so long. He’d already been semi-hard the moment he walked into his professor’s office. 

“Thought with all that confidence you’d hold out a little longer,” Jeongin teased. 

Chan trembled. The words shot straight to his cock even though shame burned hot in his gut. “I’m–I’m not the most experienced,” he admitted. Jeongin’s breath hitched and he exhaled shakily. 

“I’m surprised. You’re so beautiful. I would’ve thought other students would be lining up to have you,” he said before kissing the side of his neck. 

“Yeah? They–I dunno. I’ve only wanted one person here.” 

A hum vibrated against Chan’s skin and he shivered. He was so sensitive all over. It felt like every sense was heightened to new levels and it was almost too much. Everything was so hot–Jeongin’s mouth on his neck, his thigh between his legs, the throbbing of his heavy cock as he grinded against him–he felt like he was going to explode. 

The familiar tightening of Chan’s stomach and the tensing of his muscles came before he could even process it. When the pressure reached its peak he dropped his head to Jeongin’s shoulder to muffle his moans against him. His cock twitched pathetically in his pants, spurting cum into his underwear. It was embarrassing to come like this, even though Jeongin let him, and wanted him to. His pants were soiled and there was a wet stain forming on the front. 

But Jeongin looked at him with nothing but hunger and fondness. “That’s a good boy. I knew you’d be pretty when you came.” 

Chan flushed under the praise but he accepted gladly anyway. “Thank you,” he said, biting his lip. He looked down at Jeongin and took in the sight of his tented dress pants. “I want to make you come, too.” He pressed his palm to Jeongin’s erection and he hissed. 

“A-ahh,” Jeongin moaned softly. It was music to Chan’s ears, prettier than anything he ever heard. But Jeongin shook his head. “I have a meeting soon. I don’t think it would be good to show up…after that.” 

Chan frowned softly. “But can you show up to a meeting hard?” 

Jeongin pursed his lips. “I–it can wait.”

“Please,” Chan said, removing his hand and dropping to his knees. He’d only given a couple of blowjobs before, but Jeongin could lead him. “I was good, but I need to get an A plus. I can do even better.” There was mischief in his eyes as he looked up at Jeongin and the professor could see the playfulness behind his words. 

He glanced at the clock and then looked back down at Chan. When he reached to undo his belt, a giddy grin split across his face. 

“You’re gonna have to swallow, Chan-ah,” he said, reaching down with one hand to thread his fingers through his hair. He pulled out his cock and saliva pooled in Chan’s mouth. He could feel himself already twitching again in his pants, but he would have to ignore that. For now. 

“I won’t let a drop go to waste,” he said, determined. Jeongin smiled. 

“I knew you’d like that. Now open up.” 

Chan’s eyes sparkled and before he let his jaw relax, he licked his lips and said, “Yes, Professor.” 

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Kinktober-Day 30-Size Kink (JBM)

So I wrote this a while ago and never posted it, so the formatting might be a bit off. I tried to fix it, but my writing style has deeeeefinitely changed since then. I'm starting to work on these Kinktober pieces in early September of this year, so the goal is to actually have them all done XD

I hope you enjoy <3 (JBM is a very subby boyo and no one can change my mind about this.)

Word Count: 1,023

You’ve been dating Jackie for a few months, which…was a little odd. You were a giant, and he was a tiny. It wasn’t completely unheard of for a giant and tiny to be dating, but everyone knew it would be difficult. You couldn’t really…go all the way as it were. Some people thought that was important to a relationship, but you were just happy to be with him. He was a hero among the tinies, and you had become his loyal sidekick. 

You couldn’t help him too much, seeing as the villains he usually fought were tiny as well. Besides, he liked being the hero. And normally, he would come home raving about the fight he just had, as he knew you loved to hear the stories as much as he loved telling them. 

Today, however…was different. Your tiny had come home from a long day of heroic activities, and was completely and utterly…silent. It was very out of character, and it had you worried. He had a red face, so you thought he might be sick. 

“Are you okay Jackie…?” And you reached out, but he closed his eyes and jumped back, which made you stop. He shook his head, and it looked like he was closing his eyes very tightly. Just what had gotten into him…?

“Y-yes! I mean…no.” He went from being a people pleaser, to honest and vulnerable. He tended to do that, as he’s so used to making others feel better while neglecting his own feelings. But around you he could be himself. You were proud of him for being so open and honest with you. 

“Then…” You said, and you sat down to be closer to him. “What’s wrong?” And you held out your hand, giving him the option to be picked up by you if he wanted to. Normally he always wanted to be as close to you as possible. He tended to rest on your shoulder and hug your neck. 

He opened his eyes, but looked just about anywhere but in your own eyes. Despite this, he crawled on your hand, allowing you to put him on your shoulder. You stood up, and went to your bedroom. It was the best place to sit down and have a heart to heart. 

Once you were there, you sat him down on your desk, and you sat down in the chair. “Did something bad happen when you were out?” It was a simple question, but it seemed to only make his face redder. There was a tiny sized chair on the corner of your desk, just for moments like this. 

He shook his head no, but when he opened his eyes again, he looked from your neck…to your chest…lower and lower. He eventually closed his eyes again, and shook his head no once more. “I…” He sighed, once then twice then thrice. Something was definitely wrong with your tiny. 

You leaned down a bit, getting closer to him. “Hey…it’s okay. You can tell me, but if you don’t want to talk ab-” But he cut you off. 

“NO! I mean…” He calmed down from his own outburst and took one last sigh before continuing, “Nothing is wrong…well not really.” He looked at you, as his face continued to get even more red. “But something is wrong at the same time, I…I…” 

“It’s okay,” You repeated, “If I can help I will. I love you.” And he looked you in the eyes for the first time since coming back home. He looked in your eyes and it almost looked like he was shaking. “If I can-” And he cut you off once more. 

“I want you to make love to me.” He stared in your eyes, before his jaw dropped. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe he said those words. “AH! I MEAN! I’M SORRY!” And he covered his face with his hands. It did look like he was almost crying. 

You were silent, just looking at your tiny. Did he…just say what you think he said? It made your own face get slightly pink, before you smiled. You leaned over and carefully removed his hands from his face. Putting a finger to his chin, you lifted his gaze to meet yours. 

“I will. If you’re ready for that, and that’s what you want.” You gave him a kind smile, and held your hand out to allow him to climb on. 

He did so, and you went over to the bed. You figured it would be most comfortable with him there. Once he was placed there, he laid down, and gave you the cutest look you’d ever seen. His eyes were half closed, and his mouth was open as he panted. He was already completely stiff, something you neglected to notice before. 

You looked down at him hungrily, and he laid there vulnerable to you. With slight hesitation, you reached down and started to gently rub him through his pants. “Is this…okay?” You blushed slightly, and continued to rub him over his clothes. “I…didn’t know you liked giants this way.” 

“N-not all giants! Just you…” And he whined under your touch, he thrust his hips upwards to get more contact, and let out the most beautiful of noises to your ears. They were high pitched, and full of need. 

In record time, before you could say anything else, you felt his cock twitch under your touch. After a couple seconds you felt the wetness of his cum under your finger. Did he just…?

You looked at his face and he also looked shocked. “I-I’m sorry!” He whimpered and covered his face once againIt was…kind of adorable. 

“It’s fine, I just never knew you had a size kink.” And you winked, though he couldn’t see you. You grabbed his hands and removed them from his face. “Really, it’s fine. I actually take it as a compliment.” 

He looked up at you and whimpered once more. He said in a feeble tone, “I don’t have a ‘size kink’ I just really like you!” And he pouted. It was adorable, really. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I will!” 

[burning-omen]

Kinktober Day 1: Breeding + Jason Todd

Jason Todd x male reader

Kinktober 2023 list | Day 2 | Ao3

(a/n; “hey it's September 30th, right? Tf you mean ‘it's october 1st’ no the fuck it no- AHHHHHH” me about three hours ago realizing that I never finished THE FIRST DAY of kinktober )

Summary: You’re a photographer at the Wayne Family events, after meeting Jason by chance they start growing closer

Warning: Horny Jason, horny reader, top!reader, bottom!jason, Jason moans like a bitch, rude rich people, pillow princess + brat Jason Todd, unprotected sex, breeding, not beta read lol.

Word count: 3.4k

To the shock of everyone involved, Jason Todd attended all of the Wayne Galas, not because he liked them- obviously. No, these things were horrible and stuffy and he hated every last person in attendance. Well, almost every last person. Bruce had hired a photographer a few months back, the first few events that you photographed you were mostly in the background, taking wide shots of the entire party, only recently did you start to mingle with the crowd more.

You met Jason a few weeks back as you tried to navigate through a pushy crowd of rich people who, to no one surprise, all thought they were the most important person there. You got pushed into Jason by a man who looked like he could have been British royalty in the 1800s, he sneered at you like a cartoon villain before walking away. You'd been overly apologetic that day, having nearly knocked the drink out of his hand. He was fine though, if not slightly enamored, you looked nice, but out of place, your clothes weren't quite up to Wayne Gala standards, before he could ask what you were doing here, he noticed the camera hanging from your neck, and offered to be your guide.

He ended up sticking with you for the rest of the night, talking as you took pictures of various people and decor around the event. It made your job a hell of a lot easier, people were quick to bump into you, you weren't rich and therefore weren't fully human to these people, but Jason was one of them, well, he was close enough, and even if he wasn't, if he was just as out of place as you, nobody was going to disrespect the host's son.

By the end of the night, you and Jason were on one of the balconies looking over all the photos from that night, and eventually some of your other work.

Eventually, you did have to leave, Bruce was paying for your ride and you really didn't want him to have to wait any longer.

You only got closer after that, every event that the Waynes hosted, you were there, and on your tail- as always- was Jason.

Your relationship didn't take a turn until the last party the Wayne threw, this one wasn't a charity but a birthday party for Bruce's friend, Oliver Queen, who insisted he needed to have it in Gotham. And even though Bruce gave a perfect speech regarding their friendship, you couldn't help but hear the irritation behind it. The night went on as usual, with Jason acting as your shadow as you weed through the crowd.

Your end of the night ritual is the only thing that changed, as you were showing Jason the pictures from tonight, he leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, an odd act from the man, considering the most he'd touched you at this point was him putting a hand on your shoulder or tapping you to get your attention.

“Tired?” you asked jokingly.

“No,” he said but didn't elaborate.

As you continued to shuffle through the pictures you could feel him nuzzling into your neck. You let out a short, nervous laugh.

“Are you drunk?”

He hummed quietly, then laughed, “No, I'm just…”

He didn't continue, just pressing further into you, you gave up on showing him the photos for now, instead carding your fingers through his hair. Feeling just how different the white streak felt from the rest of his hair, most of his hair was thick and smooth, running through your fingers with ease. The white part was thick too, but it just felt like air, so light and delicate that you could barely feel it against your fingers.

You didn't stop until you felt his lips press against your neck, again and again as he hummed in contempt.

“Jason…” you muttered but didn't move to stop him.

He eventually moved up to your face- your cheeks, your jaw, your lips- with his kisses. It was only when you made a move and kissed him back did things escalate.

You ended up fumbling around on the floor with him, then in the hall, and on the wall next to his bedroom wall, and eventually in his bedroom. Which resulted in the most embarrassing walk of shame you've ever experienced as you had to run past your literal boss having breakfast with the rest of his family- he looked just as shocked as you imagined he would. Jason's older brother, Dick, made a comment that made Jason shout at him, you couldn't hear it with how hard your heart was beating in your ears.

You expected everything to end after that, your friendship with Jason, your job, your reputation as a photographer.

But to your surprise, the moment the front door closed behind you, Jason grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss, sweet and slow, nowhere near as frantic and lust-filled as they were the night before.

You started getting together outside of events after that, he stayed at your apartment most days, because ‘he liked being surrounded by you’. You learned a few things about him too, a big one being that he was a bottom, not just a bottom. A total pillow princess as well. He’ll flirt and tease all day and night long, but the moment you turn around to do the same to him, he becomes so pliant, letting you move him how you like, touch him how you liked, and fuck him how you liked.

Considering how close you'd become with his son, you figured you'd never get a call from Bruce to do another job. But you did, and despite feeling a bit out of place at first you eventually got back into it. Jason was your shadow as always, whispering things he definitely shouldn't in your ear, making it hard to focus.

“When was the last time we fucked, honestly?”

“Babe, I'm working,” you said calmly.

“It’s a genuine question.”

You sighed, “about a week ago, when the power went out.”

He only chuckled, still leaning down in you ear.

“There’s gotta be a broom closet somewhere around here-”

“Jason, stop it-”

“I want you to fuck me right up against the door, let everybody hear me while you-”

“Jason-”

“Jason!”

Looking over you saw Dick, who was probably the most outwardly supportive of your relationship with Jason out of everyone in his family. The presence of his brother shut him up quickly, his face turning a bit red. You and Jason wandered around the party with Dick for a while, you were having a great time, taking photos as Dick told to funny little stories about Jason.

Jason, however, wasn't having a great time. He’d planned to flirt with you all night then get fucked so hard that his brain stopped working, then getting pampered by you for the rest of the night, unfortunately, Dick had taken an interest in you for the night, purely platonic of course, but it was constant, and even though Dick has definitely seen Jason at his worst, it'd be really fucking weird if he begged you to fuck him within earshot of his brother. So he held out, frustrated and horny as the party droned on.

By the time guests started leaving you'd been informed of every little embarrassing thing Jason has ever done- including stealing the wheels off Bruce's car, some stories had to be left out or changed for obvious reasons, but outside of that, you were caught up on Jason's embarrassment timeline. You could practically feel Jason stewing behind you, horny, frustrated, and, embarrassed all at once.

“I think it's time for us to go, if we stay any longer Jason's brain is going to start leaking out of his ears.”

You said your goodbyes to Dick and turned to Jason, who was glaring after the man as he walked away.

“We can go now.”

The fumble up to his bedroom was exactly that, a fumble as you clumsily avoided the lingering guest, and as you took a few minutes to worship the exposed pieces of his body on the stairs with your hands and mouth, only moving when you heard footsteps.

You didn't carry Jason into the room, but you might as well have with the way you controlled his every move. He fell back onto his bed, spreading his legs subconsciously even though he was still fully dressed. The smile on his face only grew wider when you yanked him by his now loose tie, pulling him back up to you, pressing a kiss on his lips that only got more heated with every passing second. Kneeling on the bed, his legs wrapped around your waist almost instantly, you could feel the heels of the balmorals Bruce had bought him digging into the back of your thigh.

He pulled back, flopping down on the bed. Jason's hands, however steady they were before, became utterly useless in a matter of seconds as he failed to unbutton his pants several times before giving up, wordlessly resting his hands above his head, staring up at you expectantly. The term ‘pillow princess’ came to mind for a brief second as you unbuttoned them for him. Purposefully ignoring the tight bulge in his pants that was nearly demanding your attention.

“Come on, y/n,” he muttered, his voice as deep as ever.

Slowly rocking his hips against yours in a desperate, yet short lived, attempt at getting you to act. You were by no means cruel, and considering his little plan for the night hadn't fallen through, you indulged him. Lifting his still-clothed thigh up to your shoulder, you had to do a bit of maneuvering to get his pants down to his ankles, Jason was entirely unhelpful, you'd be convinced he was a rag doll if it weren't for his inability to stop fucking squirming.

The way his cock twitched in his pants showed you just how desperate he was, thrusting up against nothing, a short whine coming from somewhere deep in his throat as he started up at you with those pretty blue eyes.

You ran your hands over the exposed skin of his thigh, leaning down and kissing them, leaving little bruises and bites before switching to the next. His gaze was intense, almost glaring, but the whines and whimpers he let out told you that he was just desperate.

Then, unexpectedly, you slid your hand all the way down the inside of his thigh, feeling goosebumps rise in your wake, Jason figured you'd stop just before his cock, you liked teasing him like that, liked taking him apart slowly. But that's apparently not what you had in mind tonight, he only realized that when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, the fabric of his boxers tightened along with your grip. He whined, bucking up into your hand.

Far faster than he expected, you stroked him through his pants, the texture of them and the squeezing pressure your hand provided sending shivers up and down his spine. He gripped the bed sheets as you settled into a pleasant rhythm, fast and tight around his sensitive cock.

His eyes hung low, squeezing shut when you brushed over the tip.

Jason came quickly, hips sputtering and muttering incoherently as he did, cum sleeping through black fabric, drenching your hand and the boxers.

You pulled back, putting your hands back on his thighs, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as he came down.

Hands still gripping the sheets, he sat there and waited, waiting for you to do something, you were in control after all. But you didn't, you just watched him, his chest rising and falling, cum splattered on his underwear and just under his belly button, the bruises and bites littering his thighs.

“Y/n..” he muttered, hard and horny all over again.

You laughed, “yes?”

He scooted closer to you until you hips were firmly pressed against his ass. Even then, you could here him muttering ‘come on’ over and over against under his breath.

“Speak up, you have to tell me what you want.”

He glared, a real harsh glare that you knew was born out of frustration. He should have known you'd be like this, for a moment he thought he'd really gotten off the hook, but you never just let him cum, you never just fucked him, no, he had to beg for it, as though him presenting himself to you wasn't begging enough.

“Just,” suddenly unable to find his words, Jason groaned, “do something!”

You let out another short laugh, then asked, “Something like what?”

The urge to kick you suddenly emereged.

“Anything, please I-” his hands went from the bed sheets to his face, covering his eyes as his brain once again failed to produce the right words.

You leaned down, pressing kisses down his throat and the pieces of his chest that we're exposed.

After a moment you asked, “How about you tell me what you wanted earlier, you seemed to have a lot of ideas then.”

He shifted, his hands finding the bed again, seems like his mind was racing, as his eyes were almost completely unfocused and blush rose on his cheeks with every second that passed, you gave him a moment to sort himself out.

He spoke suddenly, his voice coming out with some force, “I need you to fuck me until I can’t take it anymore, like you did when the power went out and we didn’t have anything else to do but fuck over and over again, I need you to fuck me like that again, I want you to cum in me so many times that it drips out of my ass and ruins the bed- ah- and I- I can’t- I can’t fucking think with you grinding against me like that so can you please just hurry up and do something!”

A wide grin spread out on your face, even though you barely comprehended that you were grinding your bulge into his ass, it was good to see how a bit of gentle pressure was already making him writhe.

You pulled back, before he could stop complaining you flipped the giant of a man onto his stomach with a hard shove. You heard him moan as he bounced against the bed, he liked being manhandled, but you figured that one out a while ago.

Pulling his boxers down to his knees, fully ready to prep him, only to see the familiar shiny glint of lube covering his hole. Without thinking, you pressed a finger in, feeling just how easily he took it you almost laughed.

“You take all the fun out of prepping you..”

“Shut up and fuck me!”

His desperate, panting tone was enough for you to cave, even as he glared back at you. It took you a second to get out of your clothes, well really just your pants, belt, and boxers, but it still took longer than Jason would have ever liked, again, bratty pillow princess of the century.

By the time you let your cock prod against his hole, he'd grabbed a pillow and rested it under his head, still turning to face you as you slowly pushed in. His resolve didn't last long, broken by a long moan as the head of your cock slipped into his hole, already about to thrust a hole into the bed sheets.

You grabbed his hips, pressing them hard into the bed, he stopped moving, an undeniable whimper coming from him.

You pressed further, barely even half way in and you could feel him squeezing around you, you pressed down until your hips were pressed together.

He panted and moaned, his body flexing, then relaxing. You waited for him to give you a sign that he was okay, and when he did you waited more, just to tease him. He realized this a couple of seconds later, dropping his head into the pillow with a frustrated groan, you're surprised he didn't turn around and cuss you out at that exact moment.

Even though you probably shouldn't have, you pulled out slow, and slammed back into him with more force than you meant to, the bed dipped beneath you both and Jason let put a wild moan. You probably should have gone slow with him, made him cum over and over again before filling him yourself, but you didn't, you had a bit of an epiphany while you had Jason fully wrapped around your cock. You were really, really fucking horny. With someone as pretty as Jason it was always so tempting to take him about the slow way, teasing, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of him, but with some that felt as good as Jason does, it's pretty easy to let that idea fly out the window in turn of pounding him into the mattress.

So you did.

Watching him claw and bite at the pillow beneath him in an attempt to bring some stability back. His whole body getting forced forward with every thrust.

Loud, almost pained, moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Even with the pillow shoved into his mouth he was still impossibly loud. You could feel just how warm he’d gotten, his skin was hot and sweaty, and in your mind, you'd hardly even done anything to him yet.

Little tears prickled in his eyes, he squeezed them closed tightly. Taking your cock wasn't anything new to him but fuck, sometimes you could be rough. Not that he didn't enjoy it, no, if he had less pride he’d be screaming at the top of his lungs how good it felt.

He could already tell where bruises were going to form, he'd have burning red hand prints on his waist for sure, and an odd one on his ass and inner thighs, hickies and smaller bruises would litter practically every surface his body offered for sure.

Leaning down, you thrust hitting deeper and deeper, you kissed along his shoulders and back, trying to soothe at least a little of the hurt you were causing. You didn't but it felt nice anyways.

Jason's vision went a little spotty when he came again, you never stopped fucking him and he really didn't want you to. His cum soaked into the sheets beneath him, he could feel the sticky sheets cling to his stomach.

You followed soon after, shooting cum deep inside of him, just like he wanted. He whimpered quietly at the feeling, he could still feel you fucking him with your softened cock, trusting much slower, much to his dismay. He knew you were just waiting to get hard again but he really didn't like waiting.

It didn't take long for you to get hard again, you were still fully inside your beautiful boyfriend's beautiful ass so it definitely wasn't difficult. You continued pounding into him like nothing happened, he didn't say anything either, other than incoherent word between moans. Even though he didn't have to wait long, he missed you fucking him already.

You slammed into him hard and he went cross-eyed for a moment, letting his moans flow freely, louder and more satisfied than before.

“Right there-” he panted, “again, please-”

You couldn't deny him, not when he begged like that, you angled you hips so you'd slam against that spot again and again until he was staining the sheets for a second, then third time.

He made it too easy to want to fuck him.

His body was nearly limp by his fourth orgasm, you pulled out, he let out a little noise, unable to do much about it. You flipped him onto his back, seeing the mess covering his cock and stomach, his eyes tracked your every move, but not many where made, you ran your hands down his thighs just like you'd found before, then shoved your cock back into his mess of a hole.

You chased your own pleasure, dragging an exhausted Jason along with you for the ride. His hands gripped onto you, pulling you down and holding you tight, letting his airy moans fill your ears.

You came soon after, with him clawing at your back and clinging to you like a damn koala. You stayed inside him for a long moment, waiting for him to remember that he had to let you go.

When he did, you leaned back, watching yourself pull out of him, your cock covered in cum and lube. Cum dripped out of his hole rapidly, a puddle forming and growing on the bed, you laughed, still a bit winded.

“Hey, looks like you got your wish, these sheets are defiantly ruined.”

He laughed tiredly before pulling you back down into his arms.

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 3

Main Kink(s): Clit/cock warming, threesome

Pairing: 30s!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader x 30s!Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, threesome, established throuple, cockwarming, clit warming, oral (f recieving),  praise, squirting, multiple orgasm, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), creampie, pet names (doll, sweetheart)

Summary: Your boyfriends know how to make you feel adored after a busy day at work - just as you know how to take care of them.

A/N: I think this is the part where people realise I'm actually really bad at summaries ahaha

Word Count: 1.2k

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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“Thanks for makin’ dinner again, doll.” Bucky purrs, nuzzling your neck, his nose trailing your clavicle slowly, breathing you in. You gasp when you hear Steve hum in agreement around your clit and you lean back into Bucky with your eyes fluttering closed.

 You’d been friends with Steve and Bucky since you were kids. You loved them both and they loved you. Bucky had moved in with Steve after Sarah’s death, to make sure Steve was taking care of himself; eating well, taking his meds and not getting into fights. Not that Bucky could cook particularly well. Which is where you came in; bringing home cooked meals by their place every chance you could, eventually becoming packed lunches for the both of them too. Sometimes you'd even come by on your lunch breaks to keep Steve company - or stay up half the night chatting to Bucky when Steve was sick.

You were at their apartment almost everyday helping out and they returned the favour. At first it was any trouble around the house; Bucky would do the handiwork and Steve would try to help. Then Steve started helping you cook, preparing food with you at lunch or in the evenings. Whenever you had trouble, they were the first people you came to.

You don’t know where along the line the relationship of friendship and lovers became blurred. You don’t quite know how you were lucky enough to have both of them. But you did. Ever since coming home one evening to a meal prepared by Steve and Bucky holding a dozen red roses, where they'd both sheepishly asked you to move in, you felt like you were living in a dream. They loved having you around - and hell, you were there all the time - and you loved being around them too.

One of the regular occurrences of having them both was sitting on Bucky’s cock when he came home from work whilst Steve worked your clit with his mouth.

 Bucky always told you it helped him to unwind; sometimes he’d read his book to you and Steve (not that either of you paid much attention to that) but on a Saturday morning he’d drink his coffee and read the morning paper with you in his lap writhing as Steve made you cum.

You loved every minute of their attention and youd be lying if it didn’t help you unwind. After a busy, stressful shift at the diner you had begun to look forward to coming home to your boyfriends, knowing you’d be keening to their praise and their touch. Your favourite part being when the both of them could no longer take your "suffering" and gladly put you out of your misery with sweet caresses and kisses as they ruined you.

“F-fuck, Steve,” you knotted your fingers in Steve’s locks, grinding your hips down as he sucked at your swollen clit. You’d already cum twice and, had Bucky not been holding your hips tightly in place you’d be riding him till kingdom come.  Steve smiles against your pussy and looks up, blue eyes glimmering mischievously and you can see his spit and your cum glisten on his face. He never breaks eye contact with you as he takes a long swipe from the base of Bucky’s cock buried in your pussy all the way back to your clit. You throw your head back and moan, walls fluttering around Bucky’s length. Bucky, who’d also watched Steve’s demonstration and more importantly felt your reaction, groaned with a smile of his own on his lips.

“I think you’ve warmed my cock enough, doll.” Bucky murmurs, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. Your legs were already  hooked over his knees so that you were spread open for Steve, which made it all the easier for Bucky to fuck up into you. Even with Bucky’s arm around you, you still bounced wildly. The wet sounds emanating from between your legs as you moaned loudly turning the three of you on more and more. 

“You're so fucking good to us, doll,” Bucky grunted into your ear, closing his eyes as he could feel you tighten around him at his praise. You still had Steve’s head pressed to your clit and you could only make out a muffled sound of agreement as he rolled your clit on his tongue again.

“o-oh God I’m- I’m gonna-“ you don’t even finish your sentence before you cum over Steve's face and Bucky’s cock. Bucky groans loudly and his eyes roll back as your pussy continues to spasm around him and Steve sits back, a little shell-shocked at being covered in your cum. Your face flushes and you feel embarrassed, ready to apologise to Steve when he utters,

“Fuck doll, I need you to do that again.”

Before you can protest, Steve is sucking at your clit and lapping  at your cunt so loudly, you’re sure the neighbours can hear. Bucky’s free hand finds a tit to squeeze tight as he sets a new, relentless pace.

“Can feel you dripping down my legs, sweetheart,” he rasps proudly. "You’re doing so well.”

Bucky’s praises, his pace and Steve’s relentless attack on your pussy make your legs shake violently,  your fourth orgasm inching closer and closer by the second.

“That’s it doll, one more.” Bucky purrs into your ear, trailing kisses on all of the places that make you shiver. “I’ll come with you.”

You choke back a whimper and gush again. This time, Steve’s a little more prepared and moves back to rub your clit with his fingers to prolong the orgasm he and Bucky rip from you. You half scream out at the pleasure, and seeing nothing but white space for five seconds, gasping for air as Bucky pumps you full of cum.

The sound of gasping and heavy breaths follow with Bucky is slumped into the couch, hands lazily holding you still as his cock softens inside your dripping pussy. You are slumped against Bucky's chest, heaving breaths softly as your eyes flutter closed. Steve presses one last kiss to your clit, making you jerk, before moving across to place gentle kisses to your thighs. Steve gets up first, kissing you and then Bucky before going to grab the change of clothes for the three of you he’d set out earlier.

“You taste so sweet on Steve’s lips.” Bucky murmurs, his tongue darting out between his lips to savour the lingering taste of you.

You barely manage to chuckle. “Mmhmm. That right?”

A tender kiss is placed to your temple. “Thats right. I may have to be on my knees next time of your going to make a mess like that.”

You flush red but you don’t even open your eyes. Cumming so hard just four times after a shift has wiped you out. Steve returns quickly with a warm, damp cloth helping you get cleaned up and into a comfy nightgown. Steve steadies you when your legs wobble and kisses you gently, smiling at you tenderly as Bucky cleans himself up too; not bothering with anything else but a pair of cotton underwear.

“Love you,” you murmur, pecking Steve’s lips, then repeating the words and kiss to Bucky. Their cheeks go rosy and murmur back their “I love you too”’s and look at you with unyielding adoration.

“Come on doll,” Steve urges, tugging your hand towards the table. “Let’s eat. Then Buck can read to us in bed.”

Bucky pretends to huff as if he’s hard done by, but all three of you know he loves it. You grin, feeling your heart swell as you look over at them both.

You don’t know how you ended up here with them, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[dddrunkderella]

kinktober day 31: aftercare (free day)

KINKTOBER COMPLETE!!! THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR FOLLOWING ALONG!

[sluttyten]

Quality over quantity! The hyuck fic is adorable, and I, for one, would much rather you write something you love than get burnt out writing things as quickly as possible!

Thank you!! I think I’m probably gonna slow down a bit on the kinktober posts, so not posting every day because I’m not really giving myself time to do anything else other than write lol

[vampirefest]

[ohbo-ohno]

it’s actually crazy that your blog is only a year old! i feel like i’ve been reading your fics for years (in a good way!) and the fact that last year’s kinktober was your first is equally as crazy! looking forward to this years fics! ☺️

im a day late oops but tbh my blog feels way younger to me!! i feel like i've been here for like two months lmaoo

[schmem14]

Day 30: Formalwear

Harry spots someone lovely at the Malfoy's annual New Year's Eve Gala, and he can't resist... Pairing: Harry Potter/Narcissa Black Malfoy CW: Dubious Consent, Pregnancy, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships Rating: M

written for @hpkinktober

[maironsbigboobs]

I think I am going to another ficlet/drabble challenge this yeah

[pucksandpower]

The Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

→ Formula 1 after dark 💋

Day 1 → Cockwarming 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 2 → Chastity 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 3 → Oral Fixation 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 4 → Bruise Marking 💋 Lando Norris

Day 5 → Size Difference 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 6 → Daddy Kink 💋 Carlos Sainz

Day 7 → Virginity Loss 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 8 → Breeding Kink 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 9 → Overstimulation 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 10 → Exhibitionism 💋 Kimi Räikkönen

Day 11 → Sex Pollen 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 12 → Mirror Sex 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 13 → Temperature Play 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 14 → Innocence Play 💋 Lewis Hamilton

Day 15 → Thigh Riding 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 16 → Remote-Controlled Vibrator 💋 Jenson Button

Day 17 → Lactation Kink 💋 Lando Norris

Day 18 → Praise Kink 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 19 → Spreader Bar 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 20 → Menthol Cream 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 21 → Anal 💋 Lando Norris

Day 22 → Bedding Ceremony 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 23 → Consensual Non-Consent 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 24 → Piercing 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 25 → Monsterfucking 💋 Carlos Sainz

Day 26 → Cum Marking 💋 Charles Leclerc

Day 27 → Hunter/Prey 💋 Max Verstappen

Day 28 → A/B/O 💋 Oscar Piastri

Day 29 → BDSM 💋 Toto Wolff

Day 30 → Innocence Kink 💋 Lando Norris

Day 31 → Mind Break 💋 Charles Leclerc

Tumblr won’t let me link the final five fics for some reason but they have been published!

[damnthelust]

Uh day 30 with Doctor lovin?

Okay! 😊

[sutorus]

THE GRUDGE PROFESSOR!GETO for KINKTOBER 2023!

DESCRIPTION: everybody loves professor geto, and judging by the thousands of viewers you get on every live, a lot of people love you, too. but you and professor geto hate each other. you’ve had enough of his humiliation rituals, and decide to do something about it.

PAIRING: mean professor!geto x student!reader

WC: 5.3k i am an unstoppable beast

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, teacher/student dynamic! adult age gap! (reader is in college, unspecified age), sw/camgirl!reader (don’t like don’t read! no shaming 😤), strong language, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, darling), reader calling geto "sir", unprotected relations, creampie, afab reader and terms

A/N: this switches between povs a lot so i hope that’s okay or at least readable lol! also i set out to write him so much meaner but he’s just kind of a simp... enjoy?

reblogs are very much appreciated i'll uwu for u :pleading eyes emoji:

it is said that those who cannot do, teach. 

geto suguru could have done many things. he had the brains, the muscles, the features, the traits. the ambition to succeed in any field he desired. satoru says in a world ruled by the strong there is no place for humility. 

but humility is not why suguru became a teacher. neither is ineptitude. no, he’d become a teacher because it was the right thing to do. 

to use his gifts to help shape new generations, help unlock potentials long dorment and buried deep under years of a lackluster schooling system. geto suguru prided himself, above all, in being a righteous man. 

but japan’s most upstanding citizen for 28 years in a row held a shameful secret. a secret in the shape of you. 

he saw the darkest sides of himself on your face (eyebrows scrunched, eyes shut tightly, jaw slack as you—), your voice (higher in pitch with desperate moans that sound almost scared on the brink of your—), your body (taut and plump in all the right places, glistening with sweat, bouncing up and down on a—). 

when you walked into his classroom that fateful day, the world tilted on its axis. his first thought was, fuck, then, it can’t be, then, most embarrassing of all, i’ll finally find out what she smells like. 

(he did, when you went up to his desk to hand over your test. a whiff of vanilla, argon oil shampoo. too sweet, too youthful. and he’d watched you leave, tennis skirt flowing like a water lily, dick already chubby in his pants.)

it was slowly starting to consume him.

the first time you spoke in class, he knew he hadn’t been mistaken. it was really you. the cute, slutty girl he’d been milking his cock to for the better part of a year. 

god, when you finally said his name. you would never in your wildest dreams think that he’d been imagining those words coming out of your mouth, of him coming out of your mouth, dripping out of you, all over you—

he was losing it. this was not like him. this was never supposed to happen, and he has to put an end to it. 

everybody knew of geto suguru, the prodigy professor. already getting a phd despite not even being 30, handling the administrative slack for the department while managing office hours every day of the week, promoting student events, helping organize spirit weeks and charity drives. 

everything he did, he did for others. those not as capable as him — which was most people. in other words, it was really, really hard to hate him. 

but you damn well managed to. 

and to think you were excited to take his class. everybody told you to run, not walk, to sign up for his twentieth-century Japanese philosophy chair. 

“oh, professor geto is just the best,” they’d said. “he makes it sound so interesting and engaging, he gives the most life changing assignments, he really cares about us.”

bullshit. 

the first time you stepped into that classroom, suspiciously full for a philosophy class, you felt a shift in the air almost immediately. 

and sure enough, professor geto suguru was eyeing you down like he’d just seen a ghost. it made you self conscious, like he’d taken one look at you and decided right then and there you were too dumb for the class. 

it made your blood boil. sure, you stood out a little bit from the actual philosophy majors, but that doesn’t mean he gets to judge you. he literally doesn’t know you!

but fine, first impressions are tricky like that. for all you knew, you could’ve been misjudging him right there. 

however, with each passing day, you grew more and more assured in your suspicions.

you knew the man had it out for you, always calling on you to answer when he knew you weren’t paying attention, never grading your papers above a B even though you did everything right, somehow managing to fucking avoid you during his excessive office hours. 

his looks were almost the most infuriating part of it.

his beautiful face constantly set in that nonchalant look, his big veiny hands always gesticulating, his huge fucking arms straining the fabric of those dress shirts, his ear gauges and man bun contrasting the prim and proper image the rest of him conveyed. 

under different circumstances, he’d make your mouth water. under different circumstances, you’d imagine him going down on you all night long, singing praise about how good you taste and how tight you are. 

but in this timeline, you absolutely loathed him. and he loathed you too. why? you didn’t know. 

but you knew for a fact that it was personal. 

“i don’t care,” megumi said around a mouthful of meatball, cutting your monologue short. “i’m not doing it.”

you sigh, melting into your chair. “megumi. please. i am literally begging you, i just need some hard evidence so i can go report his ass.”

he eyes you curiously. “report him for what?”

“i don’t know. bullying? sexism? whatever the hell his problem is,” you pick at your food, huffing in annoyance. 

“you’re overthinking it,” megumi replies, dismissively. 

“okay, how about this,” you lean forward, putting an elbow on the table. “if you write the assignment for me, i’ll get your dog that expensive halloween costume you’ve been wanting.”

megumi lifts an eyebrow. 

“you need to get one for each,” he says simply. 

you grin. “deal.”

suguru really does give it his all to make your life with him a living hell. pulls out all the stops, years of friendship with gojo satoru paying off as he comes up with ploy after ploy to get you to drop his class. 

it feels bad, being mean to you. but for the hidden, twisted parts of him, it feels delicious. 

watching you huff and puff, all hot and bothered when he corrects your answers on the spot. watching you nibble on your pen at the increasingly difficult exams he hands out. letting himself wonder if you missed a stream this week because you were too busy cramming for a make up test. 

he knows he’s pushing you to your limit, and even if there’s some sort of sick satisfaction in seeing you so agitated at his hands when it’s usually the other way around, he doesn’t enjoy upsetting you. 

the problem is, suguru knows it’s either he gets his shit together or he continues tormenting you, and, well. 

the spirit is willing but the flesh is so, so weak. 

he knows it’s getting worse, too, because he’s not infatuated by you only when you’re undressing on his screen, or all dolled up in class. 

when you tie your hair up in a ponytail, when you suck on a hangnail, when you lick your thumb to erase a smudge on your paper… all of it drives him wild. 

he can’t teach with a permanent half chub anymore. this has to end, one way or another. 

you sit down in front of your computer, adjusting the camera before turning it on. soon, viewers start trickling in, little dings notifying you of their messages. 

you smile, waving at the screen. 

“hi everyone! i know i’m a little bit late today, i hope you can forgive me…” your eyes scan the chat, giggling at the compliments. “‘you look tired, sad face’, ah. i’m sorry. i guess i’ve been a little stressed lately.”

your robe falls over your shoulder as you readjust your position. a few donations come in, accompanied by supportive messages.

“you guys are so nice. it’s not a big deal, it’s just this dude giving me a hard time at college.” 

you absentmindedly trace your collarbones, reading what your viewers are saying. 

“you’ll kill him for me? that’s so sweet,” you joke. “nah, it’s not a student. it’s a professor. exactly, ynlover444, a grown ass man picking on me!”

you sigh deeply, allowing your body to finally unwind and relax on your chair. you prop a knee up against the armrest, giving your viewers a little peek in between your legs. you’re wearing one of your favorite sets, trying to get in the mood after the week you’ve had. 

“ugh, sometimes i wish i could just…” you suck in a breath, clenching your hand into a fist before releasing it. “sit on his face and get him to shut up, you know?”

you laugh at the countless me firsts that flood the chat, bringing a finger to your lip. 

“anyway! enough about that horrible man,” you reach beside you to grab a box your viewers know all too well by now. “let’s get to the fun stuff, shall we?”

as always, satoru is no help. 

“why don’t you just fuck her?” he asks, eyebrows arching above his sunglasses. “ya gotta just fuck her.”

suguru clears his throat before taking a drag of his cigarette. “i’m not fucking a student.”

satoru shrugs. “everybody does it. besides, you basically already do.” 

suguru wonders, not for the first time, why he ever told his friend about his situation. about your streams, that he’d stumbled upon randomly and innocently and had gotten instantly hooked, about you barging into his classroom like an angel at hell’s gates, about you you you you, everything about you. 

“that won’t fix anything.”

satoru clicks his tongue, swirling his soda inside the can.

“poor, naive suguru. did you not just tell me about what she said on her stream?" and yes, regrettably, suguru had told him. "it’ll fix everything.”

suguru doesn’t even let himself consider it, except he does.

at this point it’s no secret that he’s thought about being inside you, but now that you’re here it’s just too real and too risky and completely fucking wrong. 

it goes against the entire life he’s built for himself. 

he’s lost. he wants you so fucking bad, wants you close, wants you so far away, wants to ravage you and never have to see you again. 

it’s fight or flight. if he got you alone, it could go either way, he realizes that. 

suguru wonders what part of him will win by the end of all of this. 

your heels clack on the linoleum floor of the hallway as you approach professor geto’s classroom, megumi’s graded paper clutched tightly against your chest. 

the thing about megumi is that he's a star student. he’s never gotten anything below an A on any of his essays, makes the dean’s list every year, tutors his seniors. so the big, bright B- on the page tells you everything you need to know. 

damn right it’s personal. 

you don’t even bother knocking, slamming the door open while still trying to contain your indignation. 

geto is sitting at his desk, piles of papers sprawled on top. he has his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and a surprised look on his face that would be cute if you didn’t want to slap it right off. 

he says your last name like he’d been expecting you all his life.

“to what do i owe the pleasure?”

your jaw clenches as you take a few loud steps towards him. you slam megumi’s paper down on his desk, leaning over. 

“professor geto, i demand an explanation. a real one, this time.”

the man takes a deep breath, lips twisting disapprovingly. he smoothes the paper over.

“as i already explained in my notes right here, the structure is fine, but i couldn’t help but miss a more in-depth analysis of the four nodal concerns of philosophy that we talked about in class, such as—“

“no,” you interrupt. “just no. you know you’re bullshitting me and i’m sick of it. this paper deserved an A!”

“miss—“

“what’s your problem with me?” you spit out. your eyes finally meet and there’s nothing in geto’s that could answer your question. your chest is heaving, lips wobbling and hands shaking, trying to contain your anger. 

geto clears his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “like i said, your paper could’ve used a bit more—“

“no it fucking couldn’t have, because it’s not my fucking paper, it’s fushiguro’s fucking paper and the only reason you gave it a B is because i was the one who handed it in!”

he sits up, straightening his posture.

geto sounds austere when he asks, “do you realize how much trouble this could be for both of you if i reported it?”

you can’t believe this man. he’s been picking on you the entire semester and when you finally confront him about it this is what he chooses to focus on. 

“are you fucking kidding me?” that earns you a stern look from him, eyebrow raising taller than that fucking high horse he sits on. “professor geto. what did i ever do to you?”

there must be something earnest in your voice because geto sighs, getting up from his chair. 

he walks until he’s standing in front of you, leaning against his desk and crossing his feet. 

“do i bother you?” is all he says. it surprises you. 

you jut your chin out. “as a matter of fact, you do.”

the man hums. 

“i bet that’s really difficult for you,” he speaks like he’s sympathetic, like he understands. he sounds almost sheepish when he says, “i bet sometimes you wish i would just shut up.”

you blink rapidly. “no, it’s not like that. it might shock you but i genuinely do enjoy your class, it’s just that—“

“or maybe you wish you could shut me up,” he continues, ignoring you. “maybe going as far as to say that you could… sit on my face to get me to shut up.” 

your mouth goes dry.

before your brain can fully process the shift in the atmosphere or the fact that your professor is maybe possibly hitting on you, you realize where those words are coming from. 

it’s what you said. about him. on stream. right before fucking yourself on your hot pink dildo. 

you can’t speak, can barely even look in his general direction. 

you had really thought things couldn’t get any worse. had barged into his office with nothing to lose, almost hoping he would cordially invite you to remove yourself from his class permanently. 

but now? now you have no idea what’s going to happen to you. 

“i…” you start, the words dying in your throat. geto chuckles, crossing his fat fucking muscly arms across his chest. 

he says your name, low and syrupy. “is it true? you’d like to?”

you can feel your face flush hot in embarrassment, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other, wishing desperately that you’d never walked into his classroom. 

you have half the mind to apologize to him, right now.

“it’s just a figure of speech,” you try. geto clicks his tongue. 

“what a shame.”

your wide eyes shoot up and meet his. “w-what?”

he smiles sweetly. 

“it’s a peace offering. you can take it, or we can forget you ever said anything,” and isn’t he just so slimey, actually, when he’s the one who brought it up. he had said it, and now… 

now you can finally allow yourself to look at him.

those delicious, broad shoulders, the ever-present bored look, the stubborn fringe that falls out of his bun. 

you could so easily forget what you came here for. 

“so, like, a truce?” you ask, taking a daring step forward. geto nods, uncrossing his arms. “and you stop treating me like i’m fucking dumb?”

he tilts his head. “i think you’re a very smart young lady. determined. entrepreneurial…”

“geto—“

“professor geto,” he corrects you, hands reaching out to graze your hips. “you’re intelligent. i just like to push my students.”

you both know that’s a lie, but it’s okay, because now you know exactly why you got under his skin and it makes your own burn. 

you run a hand down the line of buttons on the front of his shirt, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“then… push me, professor.”

it’s so incredibly lame, the porn line you hit him with, but to your surprise it works, a low groan rumbling deep in geto’s chest. 

he swiftly closes the distance between the two of you, grabbing both sides of your face and crashing your lips together. 

it’s ravenous, the way geto dips his tongue inside when you gasp in surprise. you moan against his mouth, slipping a leg in between his two. 

he’s half hard already when he rubs up against your thigh. 

geto picks you up with ease and sets you down on his desk, and it’s so fucking cliché, the papers crinkling under your weight, the pens clattering to the floor. but it turns you on beyond belief. 

you share a few open mouthed kisses, an exchange of tongue and moans and hot breaths between your lips. 

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit that you've fantasized about it before. a silly idea, at first, something you'd just blurted out mid-stream.

but that little seed had been planted, and when you got yourself off that night, you might've imagined for a moment that it was your mean professor's cock squeezed tight inside you, making you come undone.

geto slips his hands under your skirt, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him. you line up your crotch with his, moving your hips in tight little circles that make the both of you groan. 

his fingers are tugging your underwear down, down, the soft patch sticking to your gooey cunt. he lets the soaked fabric dangle from your ankle, grazing the back of his knuckles on your core. 

“mmm, fuck,” geto breaks the kiss, swallowing. his pretty lips are flushed and shiny, parted around his panted breaths. “you always get this wet or am i special?”

he’s smirking, the bastard, leaning back in to kiss your neck.

god, you smell so good, like lotion and perfume and sunshine and sin. 

“shouldn’t you know?” you sneak your fingers up into his bun, pushing your chest against him. he works his lips expertly on your skin, using just the right amount of teeth, of pressure.

geto hums against your neck, kissing a line up to your jaw. he snakes a hand under your skirt, thumb pressing down hard to rub on your clit, two fingers slipping inside. 

you immediately clench, a soft, drawn out mewl leaving your lips. 

the slide of his fingers against your walls send a chill down your spine, filling you up so perfectly. you feel the thin skin at your opening stretch around him, burning at the friction as his fingers plunge in and out of you. 

“god, look at that,” he rests his forehead on your shoulder and pulls the hem of your skirt up. “do you hear that, baby? so fucking wet for me.”

you whine, hands cupping his jaw so you can kiss him again. 

“please…” you mumble against his lips. “more…”

you wonder how much of what you can say he's heard before, which exact words have left your lips and sent him over the edge. it makes you self conscious, oddly, like he can see right through you.

not-so-kindly ignoring your request, geto removes his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth.

you watch as his eyelids flutter in pleasure, a hum rumbling low in his throat. 

he looks so good like this, just edible.

you pull him in for a kiss before he can, relishing in the surprised little noise he lets out. your knees are wobbling, feet dangling from your seat as you taste yourself on his tongue. 

he swallows your moan hungrily, forearms trembling with the need to hold back.

geto knows this is wrong, so wrong on so many levels, puts both your positions in jeopardy, it makes him feel perverted and primal and so fucking alive. 

he’s been watching you fuck yourself on those silly toys for god knows how long now, knows every spot that makes your hips buck, knows exactly how to make you cream like a debased slut around a cock. 

it should feel unfair, how easy it’s going to be for him to make you cum, only if it weren’t for the fact that your mere presence is enough to get him hard as fucking diamonds. 

“tastes good, huh?” he whispers, thumb caressing your chin. you nod, smiling devilishly. 

“tastes better on your tongue, prof.” 

geto groans low like a starved animal, holding your throat in his hand with a loose grip. he’s overwhelmed, that much shows, not knowing what to do with you or where to start. but there’s one thing he’s sure of. 

he presses one last kiss to your spit-slick lips before dropping to his knees. 

you can hardly believe it. sulky, big bad bully professor geto suguru on his knees for you. you prop a foot up on his desk, your sole skidding on a piece of paper. 

“scoot closer, please,” he asks, cordial even like this. you bring your ass to the edge of the desk, your dripping pussy hovering over his face. 

he looks so good under you, hair already disheveled, a delicious tent in his tailored pants. 

you tuck the hem of your skirt into the waistline so you can watch as he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning like he’s fucking relieved. 

you throw your head back, fingers buried in his silky hair as geto’s fingers find their way back inside. 

he fucks them in and out of you lazily, pushing out strings of slick. geto slurps it all up, spreading your wetness all over your clit and sucking it back in his mouth. 

god, his cock is straining in his pants but he doesn’t dare touch it, can’t until he’s inside you. you taste like fucking heaven, like all his fantasies, like he always knew you would. 

you’re whining softly, bucking your hips into his face almost shyly, as to disrupt his pace.

you sound so much better in person, although he can’t wait to have you moaning into his ear without needing the headphones. 

“god, this perfect pussy,” geto mumbles into you, his breathing labored. he runs a thumb all over your cunt, gliding it over your soaked lips. “been dreaming about it for so long.”

“yeah?” you ask. “tell me. tell me how you stroke your cock to me every night.”

and every night might be overselling it. geto is a busy man. 

but your words do make him realize that no girl he’s had since he found your stream has satisfied him quite like you do. your flirty smile, your moans, the way they sometimes turn into uncontained giggles as you stuff your pretty cunt with a dildo. 

so he tells you, blush spreading across his cheeks. 

“fuck, i do,” he tongues your clit, tracing lazy circles. “i do. just look what you do to me.“

and there it is, that cheeky, slutty giggle, directed at something he said this time. 

he takes his fingers out, spreading your opening with both thumbs as he licks you all over. 

geto gulps, tongue dipping inside of you, sucking your clit into his mouth, sliding down to your entrance, every clench of your pussy pushing out more and more slick for him. no one's ever eaten you out as thoroughly as this.

“oh, fuck, sir,” it slips out casually, the way it would were you talking to any other professor. but given the circumstances, you revel in the deep moan geto buries into your cunt. 

you trap your lips between your teeth to keep anything else from tumbling out, but it’s useless.

“please, sir, i’m so close—so close just keep doing that, yeah just like that—“

“fuck,” he mumbles, pulling away to suck in a desperate breath. then, “fuck,” sultrier, right into your core. 

you grind against his face, finding purchase in his hair as a final few flicks of his tongue push you right into the crest of a mind-numbing orgasm.

it’s so good, so much better than when you're alone. the friction so perfect, his long, thick fingers plugging you up last minute to viciously fuck into you. 

“god…,” you breathe out, legs trembling as he runs his hands up your thighs. 

his chin is glistening, bubbles of spit and cum gathering in the corner of his mouth. he looks so good like this, like he was meant to please you and nothing else. 

geto feels like a fucking teenager, so goddamn close to busting in his pants at the sight of you. his dick hurts, balls tight and the head throbbing where it’s tucked into his underwear. 

“please, sweetheart,” he can’t hold himself back any longer, slick fingers already undoing his belt. 

you get to work on his zipper, pulling his pants down along with his underwear and damn. 

you figured he was big. he was a tall man, broad shoulders, shoes the size of a yacht, and the bulge in his trousers was a pretty good indication. but it couldn’t have prepared you for the sheer size of him. 

longer than it is thick, cleanly shaven, pretty veins and ridges and standing angry red in attention. god, you want it inside you. 

he notices you looking. 

“do you need more prep? i can—“

“no, fuck no, suguru, need it inside me now,” you wrap a hand around him and he hisses, caging you in with his arms on the desk. 

he huffs out a laugh, blowing the fringe framing his face. “what happened to sir?”

you kiss down his jaw, squeezing right below his tip. 

“sorry, sir,” you say against his ear. “are you going to punish me for my slip up?”

geto groans, pulling on your hair hard and making you face him. 

“take your shirt off for me,” he instructs, and you obey, maneuvering around his tight grip on the back of your head. 

his spirit is so unbreakable.

here you are, teasing him, coaxing him to rough you up, push you around, relieve both your frustrations properly once and for all, but he’s just so… adoring, and hungry, and just so irrevocably into you, and you find out that’s so much better. 

geto relents his hold on you to unclasp your bra, cupping your breasts and sucking a nipple into his mouth. you whine, caressing his hair. 

“so fucking perfect,” he massages your tits, looking mesmerized. 

“yeah? they haven’t gotten old to you yet?”

he laughs, so cute, and you can barely remember that just hours ago you hated the sight of him. you stroke his cock up and down, squeezing harder at the tip trying to milk all that delicious pre he’s been wasting on the inside of his boxers. 

“no, f-fuck—never gonna get old,” he pushes your boobs against each other, imagining his cock sliding in between them, his balls nestled underneath, his load blown all over your pretty face—

fuck, he’s gonna cum if he keeps going like this. 

he rips your hand away from him, ignoring your knowing smirk and pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

“i’m gonna fuck you now, okay, sweetheart?” you moan, nodding, shimmying your hips so he can have the perfect angle. 

a big hand clasps your thigh to wrap your leg around his hips as his tip pokes around your entrance.

you’re whining in anticipation, clenching around nothing, nails clawing his clothed back. 

when he slips in, it feels like coming home. you’re like warm honey around him, cunt pushing him out but clinging to him at the same time, with every stroke. it’s fucking maddening. 

“ahh, g-god, sir, ‘s too big—“ you swallow around the lump in your throat, feeling the tip of his cock in your guts. 

he’s huffing, concentrated, bullying his cock into you inch by inch with shallow thrusts until he finally bottoms out. 

“fuuuuck, angel,” he grips your waist with both hands, like he could just fuck you up and down his length if he wanted to. “took me so well, look at that.”

you do, dropping your heavy head to look at where you’re connected. you clench around him and he whines, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. 

the metal legs of the desk skid on the floor, papers and pens raining down to the floor as geto starts roughly plunging in and out of you. 

you let out little ah, ah, ahs in time with his strokes, the ache deep in your stomach finally starting to fade. 

“f-fuck, you’re gonna—topple us over, suguru, go easy—“

“can’t,” he chokes out, wheezing as he pushes his cock in as far as it can go. 

he gives shallow little thrusts, his length straining the fine skin at your entrance so good, hitting a spot inside you over and over that makes your head spin. 

your fingers twist into the back of his shirt, pulling him in to whine right into his ear.

he’s so big, stretching you out so thin that you feel every ridge and vein, can feel both your heartbeats inside your cunt. 

“ohhhhh fuck, fuck sir, please please touch me—“

he grabs your ass before you can even finish your sentence and presses you flush against his hips. 

geto’s tip is kissing your cervix now, his balls sticky and creamy against your ass, your clit grinding against his pubic bone as his thrusts violently shake the both of you. 

“fuck, wanna do it so fucking loud but i can’t, we can’t, what if someone walks in—“

you moan wantonly at his words, expecting to be chided, but geto seems to love it despite his worries because his cock kicks deliciously inside of you.

“look how loud you’re being, listen to yourself,” he grunts out, the belt pooled around his feet clanging with every stroke, the absolutely lewd squelches from your pussy resonating in the entire classroom. 

you two sound so good together, better than you’ve ever had, better than he could’ve ever imagined. 

“so loud, so wet on this cock,” he spits out, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “do those toys make you feel this good? this full? answer me.” 

“hahh, n-no, no one but you,” you can’t think straight, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes squeezed shut. “only you, sir.”

geto whines like he’s aching, pounding into you mercilessly and making a mess under the two of you. 

“fuck yeah, that’s right. i’m making you feel good, baby?”

“mm-hm,” you mumble, tongue lolling out. geto's going so hard now, has you pressed up so tight against him, body caging you in, fucking every breath and thought right out of you. “close.”

“yeah?” he speeds up his effort slightly, and you’re sure he’s going to have desk-edge shaped bruises on his thighs tomorrow. “gonna cum on my cock? cream all over me?”

you let out a long, drawn out whine, tits bouncing up and down with the force of geto’s thrusts. 

“let me see your face when you cum, darling,” he cups the back of your neck, breathing hard through his nose. “keep your eyes on me. that’s right, sweetie, so good, you’re doing so good.”

you preen at the praise, feeling suddenly self conscious with the man's laser focus attention on you. 

you coo out little noises, growing in desperation, holding onto his biceps for dear life as his hips piston in and out of you. 

your pull him into you closer and rub your clit against him, grinding helplessly as your orgasm creeps closer and closer. 

the moment you open your eyes and meet his hungry ones, you’re cumming. your walls spasm around him, making the glide of his dick impossibly wetter with your release. 

geto chokes on a sound, his cock hostage of your pussy’s vice-like grip as your greedy cunt milks him for all he's got. 

“f-fuck, baby, look so pretty when you cum, always look so fucking sexy so fucking perfect that you’re gonna make me bust, i’m gonna cum for you god gonna cum inside, gonna blow my load all deep inside this pussy—“ 

it’s the most desperate he’s ever sounded, speaking through clenched teeth and a soaked mouth. you moan in return, letting him use you. 

he slams his forehead down your shoulder when he thrusts once, twice, three times and cums, his balls drawing up so tight that it hurts. he fucks it into you with shallow thrusts, panting, almost wheezing in pleasure. 

it feels like it lasts forever, his orgasm. like all of the blood in his body goes straight to his balls to push out the thickest, most satisfying nut of his life into the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

you feel it fill you up so good, hear it, too, squelching and sticking to both of you. 

geto’s body slumps against yours and you stay like that for a while, catching your breaths. there’s cum sliding out of you, down his balls, onto some poor student’s essay you have your ass on top of. 

when he pulls out of you, he takes a beat to watch it spill out of you some more, his face and chest red, his smile groggy. 

“god, this,” geto has to fight the urge to say thank you for letting him fuck your brains out. he swallows. 

“yeah,” you blink away the haze, feeling sore and fucked out. “this.”

“…is probably going to happen again, right?”

he knows it shouldn’t. he knows it will.

maybe both parts of geto can learn to coexist.  

you grin, touching the tip of your tongue to his lips. 

“well, i still haven’t made good on that promise of sitting on your face, have i?” 

the next morning, in class, the students erupt in happiness at the news that professor geto had an accident that ended up ruining most of last week’s graded papers he had in his possession. 

so he decided to give everyone an A for their troubles. 

and finally, finally, there was peace in the world.

[hoshifighting]

‎‎‎‎‎🎃 HoshiFighting Halloween Season

‎— Kinktober 2024 !

✨ Hey everyone, I'm excited to announce that I'll be participating in Kinktober 2024! I'll be focusing on writing only for Seventeen, and the content will be strictly 18+! Some of the contents were selected directly from my inbox! Welcome to Kinktober 2024!

WARNINGS: Some of the content in this Kinktober 2024 will feature fetish elements. If you're sensitive to explicit content or have any concerns about specific topics, please exercise caution and discretion before proceeding.

👻 PART ONE

‎— Day 1; Seungcheol ᯓ★ High Heels Fetish

‎— Day 2; Jeonghan ᯓ★ Virginity Loss

‎— Day 3; Joshua ᯓ★ Collar

‎— Day 4; Junhui ᯓ★ Role Reversal

‎— Day 5; Hoshi ᯓ★ Guided Masturbation

‎— Day 6; Wonwoo ᯓ★ Ghost Face

‎— Day 7; Woozi ᯓ★ Accidental Stimulation

🎃 PART TWO

‎— Day 9; Mingyu ᯓ★ Gun Play

‎— Day 8; Minghao ᯓ★ Candle Play

‎— Day 10; Seokmin ᯓ★ Window Sex

‎— Day 11; Seungkwan ᯓ★ Student/Professor Roleplay

‎— Day 13; Chan ᯓ★ Lap Dance

‎— Day 12: Vernon ᯓ★ Dominatrix

‎— Day 14; Seungcheol ᯓ★ Mutual Masturbation

🔮 PART THREE

‎— Day 15; Jeonghan ᯓ★ 69

‎— Day 16; Joshua ᯓ★ Fake Saint

‎— Day 17; Junhui ᯓ★ Sensitive Reader

— Day‎ 18; Hoshi ᯓ★ Wet Dream

— Day 19; Wonwoo ᯓ★ Brother's Best Friend

‎— Day 20; Woozi ᯓ★ Tutor + Spanking

‎— Day 21; Minghao ᯓ★ Telepathic Sex

🧸 PART FOUR

‎— Day 22; Mingyu ᯓ★ Stripper!Mingyu x Stripper!Reader

‎— Day 23; Seokmin ᯓ★ Under the Desk

‎— Day 24; Seungkwan ᯓ★ Aphrodisiac

‎— Day 25; Vernon ᯓ★ Slight Food Play

‎— Day 26; Chan ᯓ★ Exhibitionism

‎— Day 27; Seungcheol ᯓ★ Dildo Riding

‎— Day 28; Jeonghan ᯓ★ Anonymous Sex

🍷PART FIVE

‎— Day 29; Joshua ᯓ★ Succubus

‎— Day 30; Junhui ᯓ★ Balcony Sex

‎— Day 31; Hoshi ᯓ★ Halloween Party + Playboy Bunny Costume

✨ BONUS

— Tutor!Woozi (part 2)

— Telepathic Sex with Minghao (part 2)

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