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too-deviant · 6 months ago

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strategic manoeuvre.

— WITH…ART DONALDSON!

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

You had never been interested in tennis before Art.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We she’d said. As in her and Art.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But.

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

You were evil. Truly. The guy was married.

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

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

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

But tonight was different. In more ways than one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lily likes you.”

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

“Tashi likes you.”

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out of all the things…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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austinbutlerslovers · 6 months ago

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Teachers Pet

Label Mature 18+

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

Student teacher relationship

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

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Teachers Pet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You found out the answer the next day.

Compromised

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Satisfy Your Lust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone begins working.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As you pass Professor Butlers desk he calls to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tension amplifies between you two quiet moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He tilts his head down catching your lie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You let out a slight whimper

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

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

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

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

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

“Call me Austin” he says with a grin.

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

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

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

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

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

He trails his hand along your thighs as he speaks

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

“Yes Austin” You pant out and he smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes!” You struggle to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

words: 4k+

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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reiderwriter · 1 year ago

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

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

- 🐺 anon

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

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

W/C: ~2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

“-I just know it’s big-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what if I am?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop teasing, Spencer.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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pulpbeing · 1 year ago

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omg i had a flashback to your post w kaveh admitting hes jealous of haitham and he was like "knew it" and you said smth abt bullying kaveh. punishing al haitham whos so addicted to your cock by tying him up to a chair with a vibrator inside of him and a rod in his dick as you rail kaveh infront of him. kaveh crying from how good he feels, resting his head against al haithams thighs and gripping his calf tightly and haitham whos so red from embarassment and lowley anger. hes starting to regret being kind of mean to kaveh (not his fault his roommate is so easy to bully.) he wants your cock railjng him and making him feel so good that hes starting to cry, he wants to be in kavehs place SOOOO bad he wants you inside of him too he wants to cum on your dick but instead has to watch his roommate being touched everywhere that you used to touch him too, making the blond mewl and cry and cum all over him. he doesnt want to apologize, hes done nothing wrong! but if it means that he could have what kavehs having...

@pantalonte

i just know alhaitham crying is almost worth forgiving him for, but you're too far into railing kaveh to really stop- why would you stop? alhaitham trembling, begging, is a sight for sore eyes, pale and unmarked skin reddened by his cherry-red flush that oh so perfectly contrasts against the green of his eyes and the cold, silver of the rod that's almost forgotten when all of your attention is on the babbling blond in front of you.

god, i can only imagine how pretty kaveh would look like that. he isn't just crying, he's sobbing from the overwhelming, unending pleasure you're giving him, it almost hurts but he can't help but try to stutter out his pleads for more. i doubt he even remembers alhaitham being what he's resting his head on, maybe he even forgot his own name between his babbling of your own. money problems? rent? his bitch of a landlord? his pretty head's too empty to think, too cockdrunk from how long you've been pounding into him. honestly, he deserves it for working so hard! those all-nighters and "lectures" from alhaitham were worth it in his eyes when that means he's finally getting some action from such a handsome traveller like you <333

but really, don't forget alhaitham! maybe fill kaveh up with another load before eyeing up and granting alhaitham some mercy. doesn't matter if that's with pushing kaveh's pretty head down after slowly pulling out the rod, that roommate he bullied so often being his only true source of pleasure instead of the cruel you, doesn't matter if it's you taking out that vibrator and thrusting as deep as you could inside of him, doesn't matter if he's reduced to feeling like nothing but a two cent whore, he just wants you to fuck him, to touch him and properly ruin him. he felt his ego, pride, dignity chip away long ago, with every shaky moan and every rope of kaveh's cum that dirtied his floors.

alhaitham is no longer above begging- he'd grovel at your feet like a sinner to their god if he needed to. besides, surely you've had enough fun with this punishment and will go right back to feeding his own lustful addiction to your cock, right?

right?

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togrowoldinv · 1 year ago

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After Class

Professors!WandaNat x Female Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You coming?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No ma’am,” you say.

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

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

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

“Kneel for her, y/n,” Natasha says.

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

“Fuck, she’s so good,” Wanda says.

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

“Go ahead, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I want that too,” she replies. “Up.”

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

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

“All of this is for me,” Wanda says.

“Mhm,” Nat mumbles against your chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s fine, Natasha,” Wanda replies.

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

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

“Come for me,” Wanda says.

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

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

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Nat says.

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

“I’m good,” you reply quickly.

“Good girl,” Wanda says.

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Nat asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes ma��am,” you say.

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

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

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

“I have to study,” you say.

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

“And punishment system,” Wanda adds.

How can you say no to that?

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miniwheat77 · 8 months ago

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Pure Sin. (Professor!Graves x Reader.)

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

This was a request, you can find that here!

You’re sitting in a lecture, waiting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But than he started to catch on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

He circles your clit with his fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s not good enough.”

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

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

He feels better than any vibrator.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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yammpi3 · 29 days ago

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

—༉‧₊˚. “ Whatcha watching? ”

featuring. Childe from Genshin impact MAU | kink. peeking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I... .. fuck.”

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

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

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

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

“We shouldn't...”

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

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

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

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

“ God, [Y/N]... I want you so bad...”

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

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

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

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

“You're so beautiful.”

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

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

“Touch me, Childe...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Round two?” Childe joked suppressing a laugh.

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puckinghischier · 7 days ago

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

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

BUT

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

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

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natashaslittlegirl · 1 year ago

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Professor - WandaNat

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORK. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: Wanda knew that she failed her last exam, she showed up without having studied, what she also knew, is that her favorite professor is disappointed, so she has to make it up to her.

Professor!Natasha Romanoff x Student!Wanda Maximoff

Smut, top!Natasha, bottom!Wanda, teasing, masturbation (W), vaginal fingering (W receiving), praise and degrading kink, choking (N to W), dirty talk, overstimulation, orgasm control, hair pulling, spanking (W receiving(just one))

Words count: 2300+

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Wanda had shown up to take her literature exam without having studied, not because she didn't want to, she was one of the best students in the entire university and Miss Romanoff's favorite. She just forgot, disappointing her favorite teacher, feeling bad about it.

Natasha, in addition to being stressed by having to do more than ten lectures a week, her perfect student was failing her.

The student who always present her essays and exams on time, the one who helped her carry her things to her office and with whom she had wet dreams almost every night. It was no surprise to Natasha that she liked Wanda, the girl was totally beautiful and perfectly her type. In addition to the fact that she sometimes showed herself with those slightly revealing outfits that left a lot to imagination.

And she was always looking for a way to stay after class, either with a question or just to tell her some fun fact, which she found very adorable.

She knew that Wanda liked her, her looks weren't discreet at all, she shamelessly undressed her in front of the whole class. One smirk at her and Wanda was already squeezing her thighs, and this could be seen clearly since she was sitting right in front of her desk. Every time she goes with her short little skirts, Natasha can't help but devour her with her gaze, discreetly while everyone do her lecture.

One day Wanda had stayed after class to clear up some doubts, sitting next to her at the desk, her bare thighs almost touching hers, and Natasha couldn't resist placing her hand on them, squeezing it and listening to the sweet moan that scape out of Wanda's mouth. After that, she knew she had to be with her one way or another, how could a mere sound from her leave her so frustrated? How could a twenty year old girl have her like that? She didn't know if it was because of the fact that Wanda was younger or the interest she showed, the attention she sought or the simple fact that her beauty incited her to sin.

Today, a Friday like any other, in the last class of the day, Literature 101 of Professor Romanoff, Wanda was perfectly seated in her chair in front of her desk.

In one of her short skirts, her thigh-high stockings, and a black shirt, she was beautiful and fucking hot.

Natasha's first thought was how good her student would look tied up and bending over on her desk. Not very appropriate of her, but that only stayed in a little place of her mind. It wasn't strange for the two of them to share those lustful glances, Wanda never thought that she could go beyond a simple flirt or a bit of tease. Miss Romanoff seemed untouchable, with all her authority and her tight suits, with her rasping voice and her serious look.

All this little game between the two was consuming them, there were countless times that Wanda had to go to her room practically running to touch herself thinking in her professor, or the number of times that she daydreamed in class wishing that Natasha could take her anywhere in the room.

"Afternoon everyone, let's begin in page 57, who wants to read?" Natasha started class promptly at six in the evening.

Carol Danvers raised her hand for Miss Romanoff to give her the word, then beginning to read a text by Alan Poe. Wanda boiled with jealousy every time Natasha gave her a smirk or preferred the blonde instead of her. She already knew that Carol wanted to be the teacher's pet, which irritated her even more. She fixed her eyes with frowning brows on her professor, who didn't spare her a glance, concentrating on what Carol was reading.

So she decided to fiddle with the buttons on her shirt, undoing one by one until she reached her breasts and that's when she got the attention she wanted. Natasha's gaze fell on her hands, as her fingers ran up and down the fabric, watching her teacher swallow and clear her throat.

Wanda also knew that Natasha must be angry with her, for failing her last test and taking into account the looks of her teacher towards her today, she thought about taking the next step. With her provocative outfit already planned and without wearing panties she was going to convince her.

The two hours of the lecture passed, ending the class, a class in which Natasha was left frustrated trying not to pay attention to her student.

Everyone was leaving while Wanda stayed sat in her chair, crossing her legs feeling how wet she already was. It was time to go home since all classes were over. Once the last student left, Wanda got up from her chair and walked over to her professor's desk.

"Miss Romanoff, can we talk?" she said innocently as Natasha turned, looking her up and down.

"Let's go to my office, Miss Maximoff." She speak to her in an angry and harsh tone, making Wanda shudder. She took her things and followed her to her office, her gaze glued to her body until Natasha sat down behind her desk. "What do you want, Miss Maximoff?" Natasha didn't want to look at her, she was angry.

"Talking about my exam but, are you not going to call me Wanda anymore?"

"It's the same, I call you by your last name."

"Yeah, but I like the way you say my name more," Wanda sat in the chair opposite, starting to play with the edge of her skirt, which had risen up exposing almost all her skin, "why are you angry, Natasha?"

"I'm not mad, I'm disappointed in you, how could you fail the exam, you're the best at everything" She let out a snarl, finally looking up to her eyes but quickly drifting to her thighs.

"Let me make it up to you." a smirk appeared on Wanda's face as she got up to lock the door.

"What are you doing, Wanda?" She walked slowly over to where Miss Romanoff was, sitting down at her desk putting her legs on each side of Natasha's chair.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it." Natasha's eyes were dark and a thousand possibilities flashed through her mind.

"This is wrong." She growled, trying not to look at her student, who was spread-legged sitting in front of her.

"We both want it, I see how you look at me and you know the reaction you cause in me, Miss Romanoff, don't play dumb." Wanda's hand went to Natasha's chin, forcing her to look into her eyes, "you want it as much or more than me."

"Touch yourself." Natasha leaned back in her chair with a smirk on her face, watching as Wanda's hands began to unbutton her shirt, revealing that she was not wearing a bra.

She squeezed her breasts, her fingers pricking her already hard nipples, stealing a moan from her. Wanda was dripping on the desk, she was sure, Natasha's gaze was burning her. Without being asked, her hand went under until it was between her legs, lifting her skirt to revealing her that she wasn't wearing panties either.

"Such a slut you are, Wanda." The raspy voice of her teacher made her walls clenched to nothing, beginning to rub her already swollen and neglected clit, "Who knew, the perfect student would be such a little slut."

"Fuck." Wanda sighed, running her fingers over her folds, gathering her liquids to then inserting a finger into hers.

"Slower." Natasha was beginning to guide her, never taking her gaze from her dripping pussy, as her finger disappeared inside her so slowly that Wanda could cry from it.

"Please." A small blush appeared on her cheeks, she wanted to go faster, but she couldn't disobey Natasha. She couldn't disappointed her, again.

"No." Wanda let out a whimper, trying to keep up the same speed.

"I need more, please."

"Another one." Wanda quickly inserted another finger inside her, curling them, touching hers G spot. "Faster."

She began to speed up her movements, feeling the knot in her stomach under her, moans coming from her mouth as her fingers moved in and out of her.

"What a pretty sounds you make, let's see what others I can get out of that beautiful mouth of yours."

One of Natasha's hands went to her neck, grabbing it and squeezing it, ripping a strangled moan from Wanda's throat.

"I-I'm gonna cum" the grip on her neck tightened.

"No, you are not allowed to cum." Natasha stood up, staying between her legs to now whisper in her ear, "I'm the only one who's going to make you cum, understand?"

Wanda agreed without stopping moving her fingers inside her, until the hand that was on her neck went to her wrist, making her stop, taking it out to put the wet fingers in her mouth. Natasha licked her fingers clean, their dark eyes locked as Wanda was panting for air with her parted lips.

"Get down and bend over on the desk." She did as she was told, now she was with her stomach pressed against the wood table, her arms around her head and her legs slightly spread.

Natasha positioned herself behind her, pressing into her hips causing Wanda to push back. Her professor's hands lifted her skirt, leaving it coiled around her waist while one of Natasha's feet hit her legs to separate them from her.

"Such a dirty girl you are, coming to university without panties, do you think that's a good thing, Wanda?" She reminded silent, a hand slammed into her ass, "Answer me."

"Yes," she let out her answer with a sigh.

"Look how wet you are, pathetically dripping like a slut, does it turn you on? Does the fact that I'm about to fuck you turn you on?" Natasha put her index finger at her entrance, not thrusting it in or moving it.

"Yes, so much, you turn me on so much, please." Wanda couldn't handle so much arousal anymore, she needed her to touch her now.

"You don't deserve it, you fail your exam, you have an attitude towards me, you come without panties and on top of that you spent all your time teasing me in class."

"You want this more than me, Miss Romanoff, we both know it. I know you want to touch me until I can't handle it anymore." Natasha lets out a laugh, in fact, Wanda is right, she wants to fuck her until she doesn't have a drop of cum anymore.

"On top of that, do you have the nerve to talk back to me? Oh, little girl, you don't know what you're getting yourself into."

She was about to answer when two of her fingers entered her suddenly, stealing a dry moan from her throat.

"You make a noise and I'll stop." Natasha inserted her fingers hard, making the desk move and making it increasingly difficult for Wanda to hold back her moans.

She leaned over, laying on top of her student to grab her hair with her other hand, forming a ponytail to pull her up, Wanda tried not to make a sound, but it was impossible when Natasha curled her fingers inside her.

"Oh, looks like we'll stop here." She feint to remove her fingers.

"No, no! please, I'm so close, please!" Wanda literally cried out.

"Then beg for it, beg or I won't continue." Natasha's lips were glued to her neck, sucking on it without caring if she left marks or not.

"Please, Natasha, keep fucking me, do whatever you want to me!" Wanda was desperate, tears began to form in her eyes, trying to move her hips down against her teacher's hand.

"Such a needy slut, you're being pathetically desperate, Wanda," Natasha sucked on her earlobe to whisper in her husky voice, "and I fucking love it." She began to move her fingers again, grabbing her neck pressing her body with hers.

"Let me cum, Miss Romanoff, pl-" Natasha squeeze her neck, cutting of her words.

"Shut the fuck up." Wanda was about to pass out, the pressure in her lower stomach was becoming unbearable. Tears rolling on her face, her part lips panting for air and Natasha still thrusting in her was too much.

And then, she stopped. Her professor stopped.

"What the f-" Wanda was about to protest when Natasha pulled her fingers out to turn her around, sitting her on the desk and putting them back inside her. "Oh fuck fuck." She moaned at the sight of Natasha's lustful eyes looking at her.

"I want to look at you while you fall apart, so pretty." Natasha let her know that, she always told her that she was pretty, but this context was totally different.

"Please let me."

Natasha nodded, watching how Wanda tried to keep the eye contact but was impossible for her, shutting her eyes and leave out a loud scream, her professor's name was rolling out her mouth. Her body started to shake, the overstimulation taking her as Natasha keep thrusting her fingers in her.

The proud smirk on her face, like a child whose mischief turns out well, finally claiming her student's body.

Wanda was trying to recover, her chest raising and falling sharply. She opened her eyes to meet Natasha's intense gaze in her, her cheeks blushed and a light layer of sweat on her forehead.

"That was.." she said giggling.

"Yeah," Natasha took out her fingers to lick them, tasting her again. "you taste so good, I can't wait to eat you properly."

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow #elizabeth olsen smut #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff smut #lizzie olsen #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wandanat smut #wandanat #scarletwidow smut #scarlet witch #scarlett johansson smut

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hai7ani · 1 year ago

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nsfw mdni

in my econs class w the lecturer talking about subsidies and im here thinking about reader having some rough n rlly good sex w rindou after work and your clothes aren't even all the way off.... the top 4 buttons of his dress shirt r unbuttoned, pants still on w his belt unbuckled but still hanging onto the hoops n ur bra is off but the back of ur dress is unzipped, the top pulled down to your stomach and the hem is bunched up around your hips

neither of u are talking to each other, save for the moans and gasps and whimpers sounding from you both bouncing off the walls of ur shared bedroom -- just busy fucking and making each other cum again n again and you're arching ur back really prettily when he's got both hands on your hips, gripping ur flesh tight and he's kneeling in between your wide open legs. he's admiring the way ur tits r bouncing so prettily and rindou is fucking u really fast.... no breaks in between n you've got tears in ur eyes from the few previous bliss he's given u n when u open ur eyes u see him throwing his head back from the way you're spasming around his dick n it all just feels too good he can't help but moan so loud when u reach a hand down to rub on ur clit and u cum instantly from it. he's smirking stupidly down at u when u roll ur eyes back n ur sticky hands r gripping onto his arm for dear life. rindou simply bucks up into ur pussy harder n u yelp a little from the overstimulation

"baby..." its broken with gasps and rindou starts slowing down when he sees that u can't even speak properly, let alone open ur eyes. "you good?" he asks, brows furrowed a little when u don't reply instantly. he always does this... checking up on u as if he hadn't just cummed in ur pussy (no protection :0 he likes it raw) so many times n u grimace a little because it's all sticky and wet down there but u still nod ur head a little after regaining ur senses. and u realise that he's stopped moving now. "more..." u sigh with clouded and lustful albeit tired eyes blinking up at him softly, then suddenly moving ur hips a little to the front for more friction n he bites back a moan from the feeling. he was so close to cumming but he'd restrained himself out of worry for u

and he simply reaches a hand out to wipe the sweat away from ur forehead, brushing a few of ur stray hairs to the side and he leans down to press a sweet kiss on your temple. "you're tired." he states softly but u shake ur head. "i'm not... i'm okay. u haven't cummed yet." u wrap ur arms around his neck and he places both hands under ur bum, shifting ur body so that you're laying more comfortably on the bed though you whine in his ear when he pulls out n pulls up his pants. "i'm fine, babe. you're tired." rindou repeats, and you listen to him when he brings one of your sore legs up to kiss on ur ankle before sliding a rough n calloused yet so loving n gentle hand down your leg to massage your thigh. there's so many red finger marks on your flesh from how hard he's been gripping on them earlier and your heart can't help but soften at the sight of rindou leaning down again to press little kisses on the redness that's starting to bruise. "sorry, couldn't help it." he apologises softly and you reply by clamping ur legs shut and successfully trapping his head between ur thighs. u laugh loudly when he groans because he'd accidentally bumped his nose on ur clit from ur antics and its a little sticky now from cum..... "u're nasty, babe." he wipes it away w a palm before pressing down on both ur thighs to swiftly dive into ur pussy. he didn't even give u warning or a sign -- nothing. and he's lapping up ur juices, cleaning u up while u tug on his hair as u gasp. he groans when u mewl his name, "rin." it's tiny, it's desperate, and you cum again when he sucks on ur clit just right.

so much for you being tired, you think. and you smile giddily when he cums in his pants from eating u out because that is your husband right there -- putting urself before him, telling you he's fine n he doesn't mind not cumming that much, but u know otherwise when u saw the way he'd looked at u earlier w faint puppy eyes and u knew instantly what he wanted -- to cum in ur pussy just one more time, which is why u insisted that u can go another round but he said no n look where he's at now.... blushing into the sheets bc there's a big wet patch visible even on his black slacks that he'll have to clean by himself later bc you are not going to help him.

"it's all ur fault."

"okay baby."

"you're too pretty."

"okay baby..."

i want rindou SO.mbad u gyysbdont get it.

#r1988 #god...#home collection #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tr #rindou smut #tokyo revengers smut

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hutchersonsgurl · 11 months ago

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Oh Professor Mike Schmidt

Synopsis

warning 18+ MDNI.

You are 20 years old you just moved to a new state to start a life on your own to prove to everyone from your hometown that you can leave a small town and still make it you have been in a certain Professor's class his name is mr schmidt and for over a month you two have been flirting with each other hoping that nobody else caught on when college is over you go on dates with mike meet his little sister Abby

Paring x reader with Mike Schmidt but this he's your college professor 🤭

taglist @leahdhopkins4321

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Last night you had a sex dream about Mike and now it's time for class so you gotta shake it off you hop in the shower take a quick shower and get dressed you are wearing a cute little flower dress that shows a little cleavage and a little hoodie to go with it

You hop in your car and leave for college the first few hours of college were boring you were zoning out in the lecture when you felt your phone buzz

Are we still on for dinner late? Mike texts

You bet ;) you text back

The lecture is over so you start walking over to the other building where Mike's class takes place as you enter the building you walked by a janitor closet and you feel to hands pull you in

W-what the hell you say about ready to fight

Woah woah easy there mommas it's just me Mike says with a smirk pulling you closer to him

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly

He kisses you back picking you up in his arms and turning into a makeout but as it was heating up your dress rising up showing your lace underneath

"Oh fuck" Mike mumbles under his breath" You have no idea how many bad things I wanna do to you yn," he says with lust in his eyes

"You have no idea how much I want you right now, "you say pulling him by the hem of his shirt

"Maybe if you're a good girl after dinner you'll get dessert," Mike says as he plants a kiss on your forehead and leaves the closet

Fucker leaves me all hot and bothered you think to yourself

You fix your dress and your hair and you head to class

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part 2

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#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x you #josh futturman #clapton davis #clapton davis x reader #mike schmidt smut #five nights at freddy's

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ifearzombies · 2 years ago

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When They Have To Have You (W/FemMC)

[This is very much not for minors. This is about sex and BDSM. 18+ only]

Masterlist: [x]

Asmodeus:

“Sweetie,” Asmo purrs as he comes up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head gently sits at the crook of your neck, “Are you busy~?”

You are. You are in the middle of swapping the laundry and making sure that Asmo’s dry-clean only items go in a dry clean bag. “Kind of, pretty boy. What’s up?”

A hand slides down and cups between your thighs, making you squeak as his fingers move. He gently kisses and licks at your neck while his other hand holds you firm so you can feel him rock his hips against your backside. You’re not surprised the Avatar of Lust is needy, but you do want to finish your chores so that Lucifer doesn’t lecture you.

“Asmo~... I... Mm... Need to finish doing the laundry.”

“That can wait, my darling... If Luci-chan gets upset, I’ll take the fall. But I have to have you.. Now...”

“Mmph... Let me at least... finish swapping. Takes... time for the dryer to finish,” you explain as his fingers gently press and tease your clit and folds through your jeans.

Asmodeus pouts and then moves you from the laundry. “BEEL~?”

“Yeah?” Beel’s head pops out of his room and he comes over to the two of you, the ginger blushing as soon as he sees where Asmo’s hands are on your body. “Oh. Do... You need me-”

“Can you finish the laundry,” Asmo asks, “I’ll take you to three buffets tomorrow if you can help me get some alone time with our favorite exchange student~.”

Beel looks like he’s going to protest until his stomach growls. He then smirks and winks. “Okay. But... You also need to promise to make me some cake tomorrow. Since I don’t get any today.”

“Deal!” Asmo hums happily as he lifts you bridal style and starts to carry you away.

“And do I get no say in this,” you ask with a small laugh.

“Do you object, my sweetie pie?” Asmo gives you a little smooch and looks at you, his eyes giving away how much he desires you at the moment.

“No~... But you and Beel just bartered over fucking me. Also Beel. Did you just refer to me as ‘cake’?”

“You’re as sweet as cake,” Beel replies as he starts working on the laundry.

“Awww! Beel~!”

“*Ahem*!” Asmo smacks your ass to remind you of who’s about to wreck you tonight. You let out a laugh as you’re carried to the sweetest smelling room of the house. The Avatar of Lust looks at you as if you’re the most beautiful person in the world (aside from himself, of course) while his hands begin to gently remove your clothing.

“You’re wearing too much, my lovely,” he purrs, giving you soft kisses as he exposes your skin. When the jeans come off, he looks at them like they’ve offended him. He looks more offended when he sees that you’re not wearing pretty lingerie. “*Gasp* Where is the sexy panties I gave you? And the little lacy bra I gave you?!”

“They’re not practical for every day, babe,” you reply as you finish removing your undergarments, “If you plan, I’ll wear pretty things for you.”

“Planning sex. Bah! You sound as boring as Lucifer. It’s alright. I want you wearing something as pretty as me for this,” Asmo says as he goes to his wardrobe. He always has spare lingerie in there. He pulls out a cute babydoll lingerie. “Put this on!”

You put on the negligee and look into the mirror on the ceiling. You do look really cute, splayed out on Asmodeus’ bed, your most private areas just barely peeking out from the thin piece of fabric. You can see Asmo grinning at you as you see yourself as he sees you. Sexy.

He removes his own clothing as he watches you. He’s already hard and he goes over to you and takes your hand. “Sit up, my darling,” he purrs, “And do you see why I need you right now? Just standing there. Being so pretty and irresistible. Of all the people I take to bed, you’re my favorite... Now... My lovely pet, take care of this problem you’ve created please~.”

You sit up and look at his length. Like the rest of him, it’s beautiful, and you wrap your hand around the base as your other hand rests on his hip. Your tongue runs over the head and you hear him let out a soft moan. You begin to suck on the head and slowly take more and more into your mouth.

“Oh yes... Perfect my pretty pet,” Asmo praises, “Mm~... Swirl your tongue around the head, toy with the slit of my cock... I want to then cum in that pretty mouth of yours... Show me, lovely... Show me how you desire my beautiful body and heart...”

The praise spurs you on. You do as instructed and soon you’re taking the entire length in as your hand that was on the base has moved to toy with his sack. His hands are tangled in your hair as he looks up at the ceiling mirror again. “Oh yes... Look at how beautiful it is when you suck me off... Mm~... I’m getting close... May I take control, deary? I don’t want to be too forceful but I really need to cum in your mouth.”

You let out a noise of approval and Asmo’s hands grow a bit more forceful and he growls in lust as he starts thrusting into your mouth. He pants and moans as he grows close. Soon you feel his hips still and you start swallowing his cum. It tastes rather delicious; almost fruity and floral. Which is very different from what anyone else’s cum tastes like. You’re sure it’s part of what he is. But also he tends to eat a lot of fruit.

You swallow all the cum and he pulls back to look at your slightly mussed makeup and hair. “Oh~. So messed up from me... It’s perfect,” Asmo purrs as he then pushes you onto the bed, “You’re beautiful, my dear. And I’m going to make you feel even more beautiful.”

You can’t help but smile as he climbs on top of you. He places his length betwixt your breasts and you push them together. He thrusts between your breasts and you lick the tip as it comes to your mouth. His moans are just as beautiful as him as he once again looks at the mirror, watching his own pleasure from the feel of your breasts massaging.

“Oh... Fuck... You feel so good, Pet... I need to make you feel just as good as me,” he pants before pulling away. He runs his fingers down your body as he moves to be between your legs. “Oooh~. You’re already so wet. Did seeing me in bliss from you make you aroused? It should... After all, it’s I, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust that is going to take you to nirvana.”

The slide of his tongue over your folds sends a wave of pleasure through you. Even with as gentle as he is, because of what he is, every sexual act is enhanced. Your nerves react more to his touch than anyone else’s. Your back arches as his tongue begins moving in circles over your folds. He stops at your clit to give it attention. His tongue swirls over it lightly and you cum. Your moans are loud and wanton as Asmo drinks your slick.

His fingers start pumping in and out of you and you grip the sheets. His fingers know just the right places to touch, his tongue circling you that is overpowering but not overwhelming. He plays your body like it’s his and his alone and he knows just how to toy with you. You climax again as he works a third finger into your snatch.

“A-Asmo! Asmode-eus! More! Fuck yes please! Please more! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!” You can barely make out what you’re saying as Asmo hums happily at you falling apart before him. This is why he had you pleasure him a bit first. Because once he starts having his way with you, you can barely think or focus. All you can think of is how beautiful he is, how amazing he makes you feel, how you lose your breath as he forces another moan from your body.

“That’s it, darling. Beg for me,” Asmo orders, his voice dropping to a husky growl, “I want to see you lost to the throes of pleasure I bring you to. I want to see the beauty of you dissolving from the pleasure I send you into. I want to ruin you, break you, make you moan so much your voice goes hoarse and for all the world to know that you belong to the jewel of the three realms, Asmodeus, THE Avatar of Lust.”

You orgasm again as he grinds down on your g-spot. You then feel a finger slide into your backside and you throw your head back and gasp. You feel so full and you’re not sure how much more you can take. Your body is quivering from the assault of pleasure on your nerves and you’re practically screaming out each moan while he sucks on your clit. Your legs hook over his shoulders as you feel yourself slipping into a state of bliss. Your body feels like it’s floating. Your head his fuzzy. You’re lost to the feelings and sensations- almost as if you’re disassociating from the sheer ecstasy.

Another finger works into your ass and Asmo’s hands work with fervor. He’s moaning and growling with need, his eyes practically glowing with adoration and desire. He’s clearly pleased with his work on your body, but he’s getting more desperate for you to cum and cum again. He won’t enter you until he’s satisfied; until he’s broken you.

“Tell me,” he orders as he pulls his face from between your legs, “Do you want me to fuck you~? Do you want my cock in this beautiful pussy? Tell your beautiful master what you want.”

“Ta-Take... Take me,” you cry out, your eyes watering from how overwhelmed you are, “Need... need more... Asmo... My love... More... More... My beau... beautiful love...”

“Hmm~... I don’t know,” Asmo teases before giving a lick to your clit again, “You’re not praising me enough, my pet.”

“ASMO! PL-PLEASE!” You’re so desperate, you cry a little. You can only hope that Asmo will take pity on your body and finally fill you with his cock. “NEED... I NEED... FUCK PLEASE... I NEED YOU!”

“Oh~. Tears of desire, your voice is sounding hoarse, my lovely.” Asmo licks his lips and grinds his fingers in both your holes. “Let me make you cum for me one more time before I take my time and make sweet and beautiful love to you.”

A loud cry erupts from your throat as you cum hard. You soak Asmo and the bed and the demon can’t help but be proud of how much you came for him. He slides his hands out of you and grabs a cleaning wipe from his vanity to clean his hands while you catch your breath.

You’re starting to feel somewhat grounded when you feel Asmo enter you. He’s pressing on your stomach to make sure you feel every inch of his length push into you. You let out a series of sharp gasps as he fully sheathes himself inside of you. Your body is writhing and he pins your wrists with one hand as his demon features come out. His other hand takes hold of your face so you’re forced to look into his eyes as he claims you.

His hips start an agonizingly slow pace as he savors your warmth. He purrs at how wet and hot you are around his length and he leans in to kiss at the tear tracks on your face. “You feel amazing, my dear... Tell Asmodeus how much you love his cock inside you.”

“So... So good... Amazing... Asmo... I... Oh fuck... Mm... I... I can’t... It’s... so good...”

“You can’t what, dearie~?”

“I can’t... take it... It’s so good... I... I feel like... I’m... I’m-”

“Breaking from the pleasure I’m giving you? I know, my pet. That’s the entire point,” Asmo says with a slight growl, giving a rough thrust to remind you that this is what he is. This is his world. His realm. Pleasures untold and desire. He’s the ruler and you are to serve him and his needs. The rough thrust makes your back arch yet again and your mind starts to sink in the haze of euphoria once more.

Asmodeus slowly begins to pick up the pace, his mouth capturing yours and his free hand moving to hoist your legs over his shoulders so he can bury his member as deep into you as possible. You crescendo once more and he pulls out. You whine, your body craving for him to fill you and instead you feel warmth splatter across your chest.

You don’t even get to make a questioning noise before he’s back inside you and he’s roughly fucking you into the bed. You weakly reach for him, holding onto his shoulders. You can feel the muscles in his back flex as his wings twitch, the demon enjoying your body. Your moans are starting to turn into hoarse croaks as you lose your voice while your mind goes blank. The only things you’re aware of is Asmo and the pleasure he’s making you feel. Everything else is fuzzy and out of focus and your body goes slightly limp.

“Oh~. My pet has entered subspace,” Asmo coos happily, “Good. Let no one else see you like this, my dear.” Only now is he satisfied and he thrusts deep and fills you, making you cum one final time.

He slowly pulls out and pulls a cleaned plug from his nightstand and puts it inside you. He wants his cum in you as long as possible. He then goes and gets a towel and wraps you in it before carrying you bridal style to his private bath. He fills it with warm water and nuzzles you before stepping in with you. He cuddles you and tells you how good a girl you were for him as he cleans you both off.

You’re already half asleep in his arms as he cleans you. You hold onto him as best you can, your mind in a trance-like state and trying to ground itself. He cleans off your make up proper and makes sure he dries you both thoroughly before putting you in a clean nightgown he has. He sets you on the chaise lounge in his room while he changes the sheets. Sleeping in sex fluids is great and all, but he knows you like to stay clean.

He sleeps naked, of course, so he doesn’t bother getting dressed before laying you in his bed. He climbs in beside you and holds you close. His hands gently caress your body as he praises you while you finally fall asleep.

“I love you, my sweetheart,” Asmo coos as he kisses your forehead.

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A Mr Ben Fan Fic

Had no intention of writing Mr Ben again & then I had a random idea & I knew it had to be used with him. It just worked so I knew I had to do it. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Synopsis: After a chance meeting with the infamous Mr Ben you then stumble upon his email address & temptation takes over.

Word Count:2200

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OVER 18! Lust at first sight/touch, sexual fantasys, slight age gap, teacher student to lovers, pining, swearing, mentioning his size, innuendo & messaging, most of it is just extreme flirting but their minds do wonder.

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy

You shouldn’t, but it’s there, his email address. You’re not his student. He doesn’t teach you. You’re in your final year. Your meeting was by chance, but there was electricity in the air. The way he smelt was intoxicating. He mentioned about your dainty hands. Those brown eyes drew you in. A small touch set your mind down a dirty road. You think he felt it too. The way his lips pouted & almost claimed yours. If it wasn’t for the fire alarm going off your tongues would have been dancing. You’re certain.

Your lectures are over for the day & your at home waiting for your pizza to be ready, while you do some research for your next essay that’s due in 2 weeks. You’d only gone to the office to see your professor but he was dealing with another student. Imagine if he’d been there in the office he shared with the charming Mr Ben. You’d have never had that moment where the world seemed to stop. You never got your questions answered, so you are emailing your professor for it now which you know will mean another trip back to his office. You send it & that’s when you stumble upon his email address [email protected] . You click on the address & it loads up a blank email. You try for a good 20mins to ignore it. Not wanting to bother him, but eventually that screen pulls you in & the next thing you know you’re typing.

Ben is back at his house after going to the gym after a long day of lectures. He’s had a cold shower, & changed into his jammies (yellow with zebras on, he likes his snazzy lounge wear) & he’s just put his lap top on to clear his emails from the early evening, while he gets out his salad to eat. He scrolls through them. Most of them are about this weeks reading & the field trip to the theatre at the end of the month. He goes to send his standard reply & then there’s an email address that catches his eyes. Yours.

He stands up. Why is she emailing me? What did I do wrong earlier? Am I in trouble? She’s 22, there’s nothing wrong with a small flirt with a student is there, is she reporting me & letting me know? I hope not. All these thoughts rush through his mind. So he tentatively clicks on the email titled “hello” & opens it

Hello Mr Ben

It’s ____

I just wanted to clear the air from earlier.

It was nice of you to try & help me find the book I wanted, in the office, you were very sweet & kind & you said I had small dainty cute hands.

It was finally nice to meet the infamous mr ben. The school rumours do you an injustice, but the fan cams almost have you spot on(even though you hate them).

I will be popping back into office later in the week to collect the correct book. Maybe it will be a little less awkward this time.

Thanks agains for your help

You have then signed your email off with your name. Ben sits there re reading the email. She picked up my flirting, she wants to make it less awkward. He thinks about deleting the email & informing you simply, but that would make it more awkward if you get to the office while he’s there. He could blame a glitch in an email for not seeing it, but he knows that won’t pass, it’s not the 90s anymore. So Ben takes a deep breath & replies.

It was nice to meet you today & im sorry if I made it awkward in my office earlier. My office is always a safe place for all students be them Mine or anyone else’s.

& I meant what I said about your small hands. They look so cute, your rings glisten, your silver nails are amazing. My hands are large so anything looks smaller in them but I must know your moisturising routine because they were very soft when we touched by accident.

It wouldn’t be awkward when you come back to the office, maybe you could come for a chat & you can tell me all About the school rumours.

Take care & have a nice evening

Professor Ben Thompson.

His hand hoovers over the send button doubting if he should or not”ahh what the heck she’s probably out partying she won’t read it or she will read it drunk” he hits send.

Your jaw drops & so does some of your pizza topping. You were watching something on Netflix on your laptop as you ate when in the bottom right corner appeared a pop up saying reply BTH. “Holy fuck” you shout glad your flat mate is working tonight. It’s the quickest you’ve read an email in your life. He wants to know your skin routine & he’s apologising for being awkward. That makes your crush on the professor much bigger. You put your pizza down wipe your hands on your jeans & reply back.

Hi Mr Ben

Well I’m glad we’ve got the awkward bit out of the way.

Well I try not to listen to the school rumours but each year there’s one that you’ve dated a student or too. By your way of trying to clear up what happened earlier, I know you’re far too professional to do that with anyone you teach. (You include that line because you know he isn’t your lecturer trying to see if he would bite that bait).

& yes your hands are large Mr ben, I bet they are very good at turns over the pages in all those books, do you know what they say about men with large hands…?

I’d like it if you were in the office when I next pop in to see my teacher, it would be nice to chat again.

😌

You almost 3 times delete the bit about his large hands, but decide no, you want to see if he’s up for some flirty emails, because if he is you’ll give him your phone number if he replies. Which he does & your inbox pings 3minutes later.

Me? Dating students? Haha

Oh no, I’d never date anyone I taught. I know it’s hard being single in your mid 30s but I’d never date a student…

(he left the … there on purpose he wants you to bite this time).

What do they say about men’s large hands… is it that they have a big… HEART?

Ben was trembling as he sent this to you, was it too much? Had he stepped over the line? He can’t flirt with you can he? But he doesn’t teach you, he’s fine, but he knows he needs to be careful. So he’s delighted when you reply back.

Here’s my phone number… maybe we could what’sapp so this isn’t on the schools database for both our protection. I completely understand if you don’t want to though.

Your phone lights up 2minutes later. There it is Bens what’s app request to you. You see it’s just a hi it’s Ben let’s chat here message, so you put your food away & clean up in the kitchen & then sit on your sofa & the chain of replies start.

Hi Ben

So do you still want to know about men’s hands?

Absolutely

Okay don’t say I didn’t warn you… apparently the size of a man’s penis when it’s erect is 3 times the size of his thumb…

Ben then try’s to work that out & is interrupted by your next message

Stop trying to check!

🤣🤣 you got me

Well… is it true?

Well everything looks small in large hands…🙌🏼

& my dainty hands are so soft & delicate 🤭

I’d say I’ve done alright considering

You both blush at that message. Ben for the fact that he has sent that to you & you as you think about how big his penis would be as you stroked it ready for a night of passion. You imagine how Bens weight would feel on top of you as you called you a naughty girl while he claimed your pussy. You’ve had sex before but Ben is a man. He would look after you & make you moan in ways you could only dream of. He would be the passion that teaches you how to enjoy your own pleasure. You then come out of your mini fantasy, Just about stopping yourself from sticking your hand into your panties, when you remember you need to reply.

🤭 maybe our hands could get acquainted & not just for finding books on a shelf

My hands might be large but I can assure you they are very USEFUL…

Your hands were soft too actually…

Why is that a surprise?

Ben pauses & then goes ahh im having harmless flirty fun

Do you prefer rough or soft hands…

You read this knowing it’s asking more than just his hands

Life is about variety, can’t I have a bit of both?😉

Girl you can have it all, I’m willing to adapt

You do a little shriek at that reply, he likes you. You like him. He’s very handsome. Even if this leads nowhere you want to try. You keep messaging.

If I can have it all will you give me what I want?

& more 🤭

Really Ben???

He thinks before his reply. He’s never even considered dating a student before & now his mind is wondering as to which side of the bed you’d prefer in a hotel room. How good you will look in his shirt & boxers the morning after the night before & if you wouldn’t mind him fucking you hard against his lectern in his lecture theatre on a stormy Thursday night, as you beg for more. He hasn’t had this vivid of an imagination about a possible sexual partner in ages. Maybe you are right for him, & that small touch was a spark to something bigger to come.

Yes I am 🥰

You both look at your phones & sigh. Both besotted, both now aroused, both now wanting to message the other to say shall we meet to confirm this, but neither of you do. You both then are controlled in your next few messages back & forth talking about your days to come this week & what your plans are for the weekend. You both smile at your messages to & through, this crush is growing beyond anything either of you had imagined. He then picks up you have no plans for Saturday night.

How does a movie sound on Saturday night at the cinema? He asks & waits.

Depends?

On what?

Are you a sweet or salted popcorn guy?

Sweet

Oooh I’m not sure now…🤭

Although I have been told mixed sweet & salted popcorn do go well together.

He sighs he thought you were going to say no for a second.

I’m more than happy to try new stuff out, it will be more than that, that’s a first.

Ben knows that sounds cheesy but he thinks it will make sure your date happens.

Then it’s a date, as long as it’s not a horror film

Nah that’s for being at home, hiding behind the sofa snuggling when your scared

Maybe one day we will get there 💜

Maybe💕

Your messages to each other come to a close & you both head to bed. You are in a blissful haze. Mr Ben has asked you to the movies on a date, you blush as you snuggle yourself to sleep, wishing he was sleeping next to you being your big spoon after your desire for each other reaches its climax.

The next day you are in your professors office to pick up that book. You’re asking a few more questions & taking some notes when Ben walks in. He almost stops in his tracks & you turn crimson straight away.

“Hello, you must be Mr Ben” you try to act normal but your eyes are looking at this hands, those large firm hands. The hands you dreamt about being around your throat last night. You introduce yourself. Bens stumbling trying to be calm & cool but even your professor can tell the atmosphere has changed.

“Why don’t you have a quick read of your book & notes & I’ll go get us all coffee” your professor asks. You both almost instantly in unison say yes, neither of your gazes breaking.

“& go to the coffee in the far side of campus I believe they have a deal on cookies today” Ben suggests, it’s at least 10mins there & back. Your professor just nods at Ben & leaves you in the room with him.

“So”

“So..” you both then snigger.

“Your hands?”

“Still adaptable”

You beam as Ben heads back to the door & locks it shut, as he takes control & your messages of naughty promises start to unravel inside. Who needs a date & a movie when all it takes is a few messages & hands that work wonders.

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