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mythiica · 6 years ago

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Reader x Giles Christophe - A Lesson on the Human Body

Title: A Lesson on the Human Body

Fandom: Midnight Cinderella

Character: Giles Christophe

Genre: smutty smut

Warnings: ;)

Kinks: agoraphilia (sex in public places), body praise + worship, orgasm control + denial, edging, hair pulling, humiliation, desk sex,

Intended Gender Audience: Female audience

Word Count: 2395 words

Other comments: slight au? Like i reference a physician that actually existed and is in a different universe than midcin, but shshsh enjoy the porn; also @xathia-89 here you go xD have fun!

When Giles slams the textbooks onto the table, you nearly jump out of your chair like a scared cat. The sudden noise echoes throughout the library, making your heart lurch out of your chest. You look up at your tutor with a distasteful pout.

“Having a nice nap?” he inquires as he opens the book and flips to a new chapter. “You still have lessons today. Had you not been up so late yesterday with Leo and Alyn, you would have gotten a proper night’s sleep and would not be slacking off now.” Giles voice is not particularly harsh – in fact, you believe he is teasing you more than he is scolding you.

“I was having a nice nap, thank you very much! And I was only helping them organize things.”

Giles flips a page and nods his head without looking up at you.

Of course he doesn’t believe you.

When you cross your arms over your chest and lean back, Giles turns the book around and prompts you to read. There is a detailed diagram of organs in the human body and it is accompanied with labels and descriptions. “I thought we were reviewing history today?”

He clicks his tongue. “You might find this more interesting, actually,” Giles retorts before picking up a quill. “Read it aloud.”

Groaning, you rake your fingers through your hair and begin to read the paragraph. The small font makes the words blur together, causing you to occasionally stumble over syllables. Upon mispronouncing a word, Giles raises an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t know how to say it.”

“Sound it out.”

“I’m not a child! I don’t need to sound it out.” You huff and try to calm down as you cheeks are now flushed. “It’s a name, and I don’t know what the a with two dots means.”

Giles stands up and walks around the table, his heels clicking against the wooden floors. “Gräfenberg,” he dictates, the sound rolling off of his tongue. “The a with two dots is called an umlaut. They are specific to a certain language.” When Giles leans over your shoulder, you can smell faint traces of his cologne lingering on his collar. “Normally, you would pronounce it as ‘a’, but the dots make it pronounced like you would a flat e. Understand?”

When his hair falls over his shoulder, it brushes against your neck. Your breath catches in the back of your throat and you nod your head.

“Keep reading.”

You expect him to return to his seat, but instead, Giles stays put to monitor you. After flipping the page, he seems to get closer, almost like he’s scrutinizing over every single word your pronounce. So you pause and turn your head to look at him. When you do, you nearly bump your nose against his neck – that’s how close he is.

“Must you peer over my shoulder so intensely like that?”

Giles looks at you from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth curl upwards into a smile. “I’m simply testing a hypothesis of my own.”

“Oh?”

He reels back and turns the page for you. “Did I say you could stop reading? At this rate, we’ll be here for a few days just getting through his lesson.”

Rolling your eyes, you glance at the new paragraph. “Reproductive system?! Why am I reading about this?!”

Giles laughs. “Clearly you were not paying proper attention to the previous sections if you’re only now realizing the topic at hand.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you confess.

His hand lands on the arm of your chair, and he turns it around. The feet of the chair scrape against the floor as you are spun around. Your nose nearly touches his as he presses his forehead against yours. Giles’ breath lingers on your skin and sends goosebumps down your arms.

“Giles?”

“What do you not understand?”

Your lip trembles with anticipation. “Why are we reviewing this?”

His hand lands on your thigh and his fingers strum against the skirt of your dress. “Why ever not? It is part of the designed curriculum for you. And, as princess, you should be able to handle it. Unless they were mistaken in choosing you-” he teases.

“No!”

“Are you raising your voice at me?”

You bow your head meekly. “Sorry.”

Giles catches your chin and tips your head up. “Back to the lesson. Do you know what Gräfenberg discovered?”

Shaking your head, you try to peek over your shoulder to try to find the answer in the textbook, but Giles slams it shut. “I will take that as a no then.” He tucks a few stray strandsof hair behind your ear and pulls your legs apart before wedging himself between your thighs. “Do you care to learn?”

Swallowing hard, you manage to mumble, “Yes.” Your blood boils with arousal as his aura shifts from teasing to lustful. Although he keeps his appearance composed, you can tell that he has other motives.

Despite this, you don’t expect his lips to land on your neck. Suddenly, he’s kissing your skin with a passion you didn’t fully realize he had. Giles slips down to his knees as his hand lingers on the back of your neck. When he leans back, a string of saliva keeps you connected. “So you plan to stay awake for this?”

“Y-Yes, Gil-”

“Professor.”

You balk at him, unaware he had a thing for name calling. “Professor…”

“Good girl,” he purrs as his hand goes up your skirt. The tips of his fingers brush over the inside of your thighs and sends electric pulses throughout your body. Inhaling sharply, you spread you legs apart further as to allow him better access.

“Gräfenberg was a physician that specialized in many things. Among his discoveries, he created a special type of contraceptive that proved to be very effective.” Giles’ voice is low and steady, enticing you as you listen to his words. “He is most famous for finding a particular spot that will make you unravel quickly.”

His fingers prod at your entrance, coaxing a surprised yelp from your lips. “Professor!”

Giles leans forward and pulls your leg over his raised knee. “Hm?”

Slinging your arms over his shoulders, you pull him into a kiss that catches him off guard. Despite this, Giles pushes his tongue into your mouth and his fingers past the satin of your undergarments. His fingers enter you in a swift motion, claiming any thoughts that might have been running around in your mind. Arching your back against him, you break away from the kiss and look down, only to be disappointed because the fabric of your dress is obscuring your view.

Chuckling, Giles kisses the corner of your mouth before trailing his lips down your jawline and neck. “Curious, aren’t you? You want to watch as I stretch you?”

When you whine, Giles silences you with another kiss and continues to pump in and out of you. As you grow closer to your edge, you lean your head back onto the table as moans drip from your mouth without realizing it. You are tempted to scream profanities, but suddenly, you remember that you are in the library.

“G-Giles-”

“(Y/n).”

“Giles, we’re–ahh!” He curls his fingers and rubs a spot that sends your toes curling. The tension builds up in your abdomen and threatens to release. “We’re in the library!” you manage to say before you cover your mouth as to keep yourself from being too loud.

“What an interesting observation~ That we are. Best you try and keep quiet then. Our lesson is not over-” Giles kisses the sensitive spot behind your ear, sending you into a moaning mess. Even with your hand over your mouth, he can still hear the beautiful sounds you make. “This is the spot he discovered. It’s named after him – the g-spot. Isn’t that interesting?”

You crane your neck to the side and mewl for him. “I-I’m going to cum!” Your legs tremble with euphoria when he scissors his fingers inside of you, but before you have a chance to go over your edge, Giles pulls away. He removes his hand from under your skirt and takes pleasure in watching your juices trickle down the side of his digits.

Whining in protest, you throw your other leg over the arm of the chair. “W-What was that for?” you demand as your cheeks flare a bright red.

“Didn’t I tell you that I was testing something for myself?”

“And what is that?”

He smirks at you, making your stomach flip over. “I want to see how many times I can bring you to your edge until you beg for me.”

You groan just by hearing this, and he proceeds to push your skirt up around your waist as to remove your undergarments. Catching the edge of the fabric, you hold it in place so that you can watch him as he drags his tongue across your wet folds. The sensation sends you spiraling into a sea of pleasure, so you throw your head back and let your hand tangle in his hair.

Although your high from earlier has died down a bit, Giles satisfies your lustful desires as he laps at your bundle of sensitive nerves.

“I wonder…” he dawls as he inserts his fingers into once more. Giles curls his fingers as he had before, but this time, they prod against your g-spot just as he flicks your clit with his tongue. The combined sensation sends you howling with bliss and you tighten your grip on his hair. When you tug, he groans against you, and the vibration makes you tense your muscles. You expect him to allow you this pleasure, but instead, he pulls back again.

“No!” you complain. You remove your fingers from his hair and attempt to help yourself finish, but Giles catches your wrists.

“Now, now. Good things come to those who wait.”

Giles hoists you up and trades spots with you; he sits in your chair and he places you on his lap. You adjust yourself so that your cunt rests on his thigh.

“Do you expect me to finish myself on you?”

He simply smiles.

“You sadistic-”

“You were the one that fell asleep during my lesson. Consider this punishment. Hopefully, you will learn your lesson after this.”

Giles tenses the muscles in his thighs, giving you a hard surface to grind against. You bite your lip and consider your position. It would be humiliating if you cum on his thigh, but at the same time you are so desperate for release that you throw your arms around his neck and begin grinding forcefully against him.

All the shame that holds you back suddenly dissipates when his hands land on your hips and he pushes you down harder onto his leg. You look up at him, only to find him smirking contently, and it only turns you on more.

“Will you let me cum this time?”

He ponders for a moment before cupping your face gently. “Will you beg for me?”

Giving him your larges puppy-dog eyes, you press your chest against his and grind hard against him. The rough fabric of his trousers drives you insane – to the point where you feel the knot in your abdomen finally coming undone. Moans roll off of your tongue as you reach your climax, and Giles drags his fingers up your spine. They land on the lace keeping your dress closed, and while you are preoccupied with your reward, he undresses you.

Panting heavily, you sling your arms around his neck and kiss him. Giles slips your dress down your shoulders, and when you stand up, you step out of the gown. You stand in front of him, only wearing your corset.

Giles peers up at you before standing up as well. He hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you close to his body. Warmth emanates from his skin and when you press your hand to his chest, you can feel his heart beating quickly.

“Hm… have you learned something?”

“I don’t know…” you tease, “I think I need one more lesson.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Oh?”

“I”ll pay attention, I promise.”

Giles takes your hand and spins you around, putting you against the desk. You lean back and watch him slowly unbutton his shirt and then his pants. “Oh I would hope that you do. There will be a quiz afterwards.” He reveals his hardened cock and rubs himself against your swollen folds.

“Mmm… please-”

He leans over you as his member enters you. Caged under his body, you cling to his shoulders as he begins to thrust into you. Pleasure wracks your body over and over – unlike it had earlier. He fills your womanhood and delivers you sensations you’ve never felt before. His deft fingers trace your curves, and despite being separated by the thick fabric of your corset, you can feel everything he does to you.

Giles cups your face and kisses you deeply, his tongue entering your mouth.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, you squirm and extend your arms, pushing some books off the edge of the desk. Giles clicks his tongue when he leans back. “Oh no, don’t be naughty. Books are to be coveted~” His hands wrap around your abdomen and he pulls you upwards.

He bucks his hip against you, until his hips collide with yours. You spiral down into your happiness, and you let your head hang backwards. Before you have a chance to warn him, your climax hits you hard, and your legs tremble as he continues to pump in and out of you.

“Professor~ Won’t you cum inside of me?”

Giles eyes flash and he groans as you say that. He kisses your neck and teeths on your skin, giving you a well-shaped hickey. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he whispers into your ear as you feel his warmth filling you.

Running your hands through his hair, you stroke his face gently and give him a lopsided smile.

“Thank you for the lesson, professor.”

He laughs and tucks your face into the crook of his neck. Stroking your hair, he whispers, “What a good girl you are.”

Goosebumps run down your shoulders, and you blush deeply. “We’re still in the library,” you remind him softly.

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