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[bookished]

( a collection of rivals-to-lovers first time starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post. 🔞

“so all that fighting was just… foreplay?”  “apparently.”

“you’re blushing.”  “shut up, you’re not exactly calm either.”

“don’t tease me right now—i’m already nervous.”  “…you are?”  “i’ve never wanted someone like this before.”

“i know we used to hate each other, but—can we forget that? just for tonight?”

“tell me if it’s too much.”  “it’s not. just… slower. please.”

“you’re so quiet. are you okay?”  “i’m trying not to melt.”

“i never thought you’d be so… soft with me.”  “only for you.”

“i want to ruin you, but i want you to enjoy every second of it.”  “…then ruin me slowly.”

“you’re shaking.”  “you’re the one touching me like i matter.”

“you wanted to be in control, didn’t you?”  “not this time. just tell me what to do.”

“say something.”  “if i open my mouth, i might beg.”

“i never thought we’d end up here.”  “me either. but now i don’t want to leave.”

“i’ve never done this before.”  “good. i want to be the first. the only.”

“you’re surprisingly gentle for someone who calls me their rival.”  “guess you bring that side out of me.”

“just... be patient. i want to get this right.”  “we have all night.”

“i should hate you. but all i want to do is touch you.”  “then do it.”

“you’re so confident when we argue. but now you’re shy?”  “because you’re looking at me like that.”

“i’ve imagined this a hundred times. none of those fantasies were this slow.”  “good. this one’s real.”

“i always thought i’d be the one in charge.”  “you can be. just... not right now.”

“i don’t want to mess this up.”  “you won’t. you couldn’t.”

“touch me again. slower this time.”

“don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.”  “i’m trying to survive it.”

“you’re actually being… sweet?”  “you say that like it’s a crime.”

“i’ve never wanted to be ruined more carefully.”

“was this your plan all along?”  “not even close. but i’m not stopping now.”

“you don’t have to be so careful—”  “i want to be.”

“don’t hold back just because it’s new. i want all of it. all of you.”

“you wanted to win, didn’t you? then make me beg.”

“this isn’t just sex to you… is it?”  “…no. it never was.”

“go slow.”  “i wouldn’t dream of rushing this.”

[0jenna8]

𝔅𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 👑 ✧ 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔰 🔥🖤

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🩸A dark royal obsession. A tsundere yandere prince. You were never meant to be seen… but now he’ll never let you go.🩸

❗[⚠️ 18+ NSFW AHEAD. Contains intense yandere/tsundere obsession, dominance, possessiveness, filthy language, detailed smut. You’ve been warned⚠️]❗

~ He said you were nothing, yet kissed you like you were everything.

You spoke of marrying another—his hands trembled with rage.

It was your first time… and he made it feel like a sin.

Cold words, burning touch—he ruined you with restraint. ~

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🕯️ You were nothing. A quiet shadow. Your father, a minor noble. Graceful, obedient, invisible. Until he noticed you.

❄️ Prince Thorian Valerius.

The Iron Heir of Wintervale. Cold. Brutal. Beautiful. Never smiled. Never danced. Never touched anyone with warmth. His words were clipped. His gaze was frost. Rumor said his heart had frozen solid. Until you walked past him in the garden. Head bowed. Eyes lowered. Not looking at him.

Exactly why he saw you.

Exactly why he wanted you.

👀 The First Glance

He stood beneath the frost-laced archways. Bored. Irritated. Until your hair liquid starlight beneath the winter sun—caught his eye. “Who is she?” he demanded. Too fast. Too sharply.

No one answered fast enough. And that? Pissed. Him. Off.

🥀 The First Approach

Two days later. The chapel steps .A worn book in your hands. He stepped out of the shadows.

“You walk like someone trying not to be seen. Why? I don’t like not knowing things. Especially people who lurk in corners and haunt my thoughts without permission."

Gloved fingers brushed your hair back. Too gentle. Too dangerous.

“You’ve become a problem.”

--- What Came Next

He tried to forget you. He tried. But you were everywhere. In his dreams. In his blood. In the cracks of his control. Another man spoke to you? Gone the next day. Laughter? Punished. Then one night…You woke to a velvet box on your pillow.

Inside?💍 A ring. Royal crest engraved deep. No note. No explanation.

Just a silent command: You belong to me now.

🧊 In Public – Cold. Harsh. Dismissive.

“You irritate me.” “Don’t speak unless spoken to.” “Why are you always in my way?”

He never used your name. Just—> “You.” “Girl.” “Thing.”

But his eyes followed you. Burned holes into your back. Tracked your every move. Another man looked at you? ⚔️ Reassigned. Disgraced. Forgotten. And still— He said nothing. Did nothing...

Until the door closed.

🔥 In Private – Brutal. Desperate. Possessive.

The moment you were alone? The cold shattered.

“You smiled at him again.”

“Do it once more, and I’ll break his legs.”

Hands on your waist. Mouth on your throat. Teeth marking what he claimed. “I hate you.” “You ruined me.” “You’ll never leave me.” He slammed you against walls just to whisper filth in your ear. Kissed you like it hurt. Held you like he’d die without it. His hands trembled. His lips lingered. His breath shook.

“You’re mine. Only mine. Say it.”

Obsession in Disguise

He won’t say he loves you. He’ll say—

“You’re irritating.” “You’re a curse.” “I can’t get you out of my head.”

But he knows:

🌷 Your favorite tea 🌷 The book you reread 🌷 The old ribbon you lost

And suddenly… ✨ Lilies bloom in the palace gardens. ✨ Your ribbon sits under glass on his desk. ✨ His cloak wraps around your shoulders when you shiver.

You ask why?

“You’re weak,” he growls. “If I don’t take care of you, someone else might. I can’t have that.”

⚡The Night He Snapped:

It was raining. Your chambers were dim, lit only by the flicker of a single fire. You’d just laid down when the door flew open—hard.

And there he was. Prince Thorian. Soaked in shadow and fury, silver eyes sharp, jaw tight.

“You—” “I’ve had enough of this.”

You barely had time to sit up before he was on you.

Gloved hands tore the blankets back, exposing your nightdress.

He yanked the wet cloak from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

“I despise you,” he muttered, ripping the gloves from his fingers.

“You make everything worse just by existing.”

But then he was kneeling, already between your thighs.

And his hands… were trembling.

“Pathetic little thing,” he murmured, voice sharp as a blade.

"Always so quiet. So harmless. You think I don’t see the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching?”

His fingers touched your bare ankle. Ran slowly up your calf. Then your inner thigh. And still—

“You're not special.”

“Just another person in a world full of noise.”

But he wasn’t touching you like you were nothing.

He was touching you like he was starving.

You gasped when his hand finally cupped between your legs.

“Already warm,” he hissed, pressing his palm harder.

"Disgusting.”

But he leaned forward anyway—Pulled your nightdress up—Pressed a kiss just above your core. A soft, hot breath ghosted over your skin.

“Keep your mouth shut,” he growled. “I don’t want to hear your voice. Just let me… shut you up properly.”

Then his tongue slid over you—slow, deliberate.

He devoured you like a secret. Licked and sucked with filthy precision. Teeth grazing. Breath heavy. Growling with each twitch of your thighs. Your back arched. You moaned. And he slapped your thigh lightly, voice dark.

"Did I say you could make noise?”

“You’re not here to enjoy this. You’re here to be used.”

But his mouth said otherwise. It worshipped you. Tasting. Exploring. Possessing.

He dragged it out—slow, torturous laps—then slid a finger inside you. Then another. Curling. Stroking.

“So wet,” he muttered, nipping your thigh.

“You like this. Fucking pathetic.”

Your hands reached for him.

He shoved them back down. “Touch me and I’ll stop.”

“You don’t get to want this.” But his fingers pumped deeper. His tongue flicked faster.

And when you gasped again, thighs trembling—He growled like a beast.

“Don’t come yet...Not until I say.”

You tried to hold on. Tried to obey. But his fingers…his tongue…It was too much.

You shattered beneath him. And even then—He didn’t stop.

“You think this means anything?” he hissed, pulling back only to stare at you—lips and chin soaked with your slick.

“You’re nothing.” But his eyes?

His eyes said: You’re everything.

You were panting, trembling, ruined by his mouth.

Your thighs slick, your skin flushed, your mind scattered—And he was still fully clothed. Standing now. Breathing hard.

Silver eyes devouring you. His fingers were soaked. His lips? Still glistening with your taste.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Fucking mess. From my tongue alone.”

He reached up, yanked open the buckles of his tunic. Tossed it aside. Then the undershirt. Piece by piece—he stripped in front of you, slow and tense like every movement took restraint.

“I shouldn’t want you.”

“You’re beneath me. You’re no one.”

“And yet…” His pants dropped. You gasped.

He was already hard. Thick. Angry. Leaking.

His cock curved proudly toward his abdomen, veins pulsing with need. He stroked it once—just once—his jaw flexing like it hurt to finally give in.

“Turn over.” You hesitated. “Now.”

You obeyed.

Hands pressed to the mattress. Knees parted. Nightdress bunched at your waist. You felt him step closer—hot, looming—then the blunt press of his cockhead against your entrance.

“Beg,” he hissed, leaning over you, his chest brushing your spine. "Beg me to ruin you.”

“I won’t,” you whispered.

He growled, shoved his cock just enough to stretch you—only the tip—and held there, teasing your opening.

“Still pretending to be untouched?”

“You're dripping for me.”

Then—with no more warning—he slammed in deep.

You cried out. Your fingers clawed at the sheets.

“Shut up,” he growled.

"You said you didn’t want it. So take it.”

He began thrusting—deep, raw, filthy. His hips slapped your ass with every thrust.

One hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back. The other clutched your hip so hard it would bruise.

“Fucking tight.”

“So warm. So perfect.”

“Your body knows who owns it.”

Your moans betrayed you. He noticed. He smirked. Leaned over again. Spat on your neck. Bit your shoulder.

“You love it, don’t you?” “Being filled by someone who hates you.”

But his cock twitched inside you. He was close.

“I want you on your back.”

You gasped as he pulled out. He manhandled you into position—Your legs spread wide beneath him.

He knelt between them, dragging your hips closer, angling you just right.

Lotus-style. Intimate. Close. Too close.

He slid in again—slow this time. Deeper. Angled to hit that aching spot inside. Your eyes rolled back.

“Don’t look away from me.” He gripped your jaw. Forced your gaze into his. “Watch how I fuck you.”

“Watch what you’ve done to me.” He kissed you then.

Not soft. Not sweet. Desperate. Brutal. Starving.His tongue devoured your moans as he fucked you into the mattress, hips grinding slow, deep, deliberate. Your legs wrapped around him.

He groaned. Bit your lip. Then—He pulled your thighs up over his shoulders.

Bent you in half. Pinned you flat. And slammed into you with punishing force.

You screamed. He didn’t stop.

“Come on. Come for me again.” “Mark my cock with how badly you need me.”

“Say my name.”

“Thorian—!”

“Louder.”

“Thorian!”

You shattered. And he followed—growling your name into your throat as he spilled deep inside you. Hot. Endless. Claiming.

He didn’t pull out. Didn’t move. Just stayed there—inside you—his forehead pressed to yours, panting, shaking, wrecked.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. "And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away.”

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Oh, now you've done it.

You tried to run. Tried to leave the palace in the dead of night, slipping past guards, your cloak hiding the fresh bruises he’d gifted your thighs hours earlier.

But he found you. He always does.

And this time? He snapped again. But not in fury.

No—in lust, cold-blooded, feral lust born of betrayal, obsession, and the unbearable idea that you’d tried to leave him after everything.

So now, you’re back where you belong—Pressed against the tall window of his chambers, your breath fogging the glass, while the cold of it makes your nipples pebble through the thin silk of your nightdress.

His hand is tangled in your hair. His voice a low snarl against your ear.

“Did you really think I’d let you leave, pet?”

“That I’d let you take this—”

His fingers stroke between your legs. "—away from me?”

You don’t answer. You don’t breathe. And he doesn’t wait.

Your cheek is pressed against the glass. The city lights glitter below. But all you can feel is him—his bare chest pressed to your back, his cock grinding against your ass, hard and furious.

“You wanted to run?” He grips your wrists.

“Then you’ll take me standing like this. Let the whole damn capital see what belongs to me.”

You gasp as he yanks your wrists behind your back and ties them—a silk cravat from his collar, twisted tight.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers darkly.

“You’ll beg for me before the hour’s done.”

He tears your nightdress—literally rips the fabric open from your chest to your thighs, leaving you bare, trembling against the freezing window.

“So fucking beautiful.”

“So fucking mine.” He spreads your legs with his boot.

Then kneels behind you.

Oh gods…His tongue strokes from the back of your knee, up your thigh, biting, licking, until he buries his face between your legs.

And stays there .Devouring you. Moaning like you’re a drug he’s too far gone to resist.

“You’re sweeter when you’re afraid,” he murmurs.

“When you think I’ll never forgive you.”

His tongue plunges deeper. Circles your clit until your knees buckle. And when he hears your whimper—

“That’s it. Cry for me, pretty thing.”

“I want to see you smeared all over this glass.”

He eats you until you come hard against his face, your thighs shaking, voice breaking. But he doesn't stop.

“One more.” He sucks your clit again.

“You’ll give me another. Then I’ll fuck you.”

You wail as the second orgasm rips through you. Your legs tremble. Your hands still bound behind you. Then you feel him rise. Feel his cock press against your slick entrance from behind.

“No running now,” he growls. He thrusts in hard, your body slamming into the windowpane, your reflection staring back—mouth open, cheeks flushed, ruined.

He fucks you brutally—gripping your tied wrists in one hand, your hair in the other. You moan. You cry. He growls.

“Look at you. The would-be escapee. Moaning like a whore in my arms.”

He pulls you back onto his cock, over and over, until the sound of wet skin and desperate breath fills the room.

💦 Position after position 💦: Bent over the desk, legs shaking. On your knees with his cock deep in your throat. Pushed onto the chaise, your legs over his shoulders. Straddling his lap, your hands still bound, riding him as he grips your hips and makes you keep going. By the end?

You’re in his lap on the throne, his cloak wrapped around your naked body, your head on his shoulder. His cum dripping down your thighs. Marks on your neck.

“Try to leave again…”He presses a kiss just behind your ear. "And next time, I’ll chain you to my bed.”

🌛The Palace Gardens

You weren’t supposed to be here.

Not this late. Not after everything he’d done. But the palace was suffocating.

Rumors of your entanglement with the prince had spread like fire through the court—Whispers in corridors, stares from maids, raised brows from nobles.

It didn’t matter that he said you meant nothing.

Didn’t matter that he acted cold, cruel, disgusted.

They saw the way he looked at you. The way his hand lingered on your lower back.

The way his voice dropped when saying your name.You had to find a way out before you were ruined.

“I’ll marry the Viscount’s son,” you whispered to your reflection just hours ago.

"Let the court believe I fell for a boring, stable match. At least I’ll be safe.”

But even as you said it—your body burned remembering the prince’s mouth.

His fingers. His hands wrapped around your throat as he tore you apart in secret corners.

No.

You had to forget.

You were foolish to think the shadows would protect you.

You slipped into the gardens after midnight, barefoot, wearing nothing but the robe you'd stolen from his chambers. The silk still smelled like him—woodsmoke and wine, steel and danger.

But you just needed air. Needed space from his maddening presence. From his cruel, cold words. From the way he ruined you with his mouth hours ago… then acted like you meant nothing.

You stepped between marble statues and fountains glowing pale in the moonlight—But you didn’t notice the silence behind you.

Didn’t feel the shift in the wind.

Not until a hand wrapped around your throat and dragged you back.

“Thinking of marrying him…?” he murmured darkly behind you.

“You really think I’ll allow that?”

And just like that—Your escape plan turned to ash in his mouth. And your body betrayed you all over again...

That voice—Deep, dangerous, velvet-wrapped poison. Your thighs clenched from the sound alone.

You gasp as he slams you back against the ivy-covered wall, the vines cool against your skin, your robe falling open.

He doesn't look at you—His jaw is tight. His eyes burning.

“You keep tempting me, little dove…”

“And yet act like you’re innocent. Sweet. Shy. Silent.”

His fingers brush your inner thigh.

"But I’ve already had your screams in my mouth.”

He drops to his knees. Right there. In the moonlit garden. On the stone path.

“Spread your legs.” His voice is a blade.

Your knees tremble as you obey. He pulls your robe wider and looks up at you—Eyes black with obsession. Jealousy. Lust.

“I hate you,” he whispers against your sex.

“You make me weak.” Then he buries his tongue in you.

Licks up your wetness like a man gone mad. Slow, deep strokes. Circling. Flicking. Sucking. You arch back, gripping the stone wall, gasping his name.

“Don’t you dare say my name like that,” he snarls.

“Not after running. You’ll say it when you’re begging.”

He slides two fingers into you. Then a third.

His tongue works your clit while his fingers curl inside you in the perfect rhythm—deliberate, punishing, sensual.

You’re already so close. But he stops. Stands.

Undoes his trousers and pulls you hard against him.

“You want it?”

“Then let’s make sure the gods themselves hear you.”

He lifts you—effortless—pressing you against the wall, your legs around his waist.

You feel his cock slam into you, and you cry out so loud, birds scatter from the trees.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Louder. Let them know who fucks you like this.”

He thrusts hard, his hand gripping your throat—not choking, but owning. Possessing. Your hips meet his with every motion, the wet slap echoing through the garden like a dark symphony of sin.

He kisses you. Finally. Brutal, hungry, full of rage and lust.

Your robe falls completely, your bare skin rubbing against his uniform, and it’s so filthy, so raw—He shifts the angle—And hits that perfect spot.

You scream his name this time. No hesitation.

“Say it again.”

You do.

“Louder.”

You do.

“Good girl.”

He turns you around, bending you over the marble bench, ass high, chest against the cold stone.

“You like when I fuck you like this? Out in the open?”

“Knowing anyone could walk by and see what a needy little slut you really are?”

He pulls out—just to slap the tip of his cock against your soaked folds. You whimper.

He slides back in slowly, torturously deep, hand on your hip, the other between your legs, teasing your clit as he pounds into you. You come again. Hard. He doesn’t stop.

---

When he finally finishes

deep inside you, pulling you flush against his chest, groaning your name like a broken vow—he doesn’t let you go.

You’re both panting, limbs shaking. Still, he holds you.

And whispers: “You think I’ll ever let you belong to another? You think I’ll let you marry some Viscount’s son?”

His fingers trail up your thigh, sticky with both of you.

"Try again, and I’ll take you in front of him next time. On the altar. In your wedding dress.”

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❤️‍🔥 • He’ll never admit he loves you.

���️‍🔥 • But he’ll destroy the world to keep you.

He was born to wear a crown. But now?

He wants to crown you in bruises, kisses, silk, and his name.

He wants to carve his obsession into your soul.

You belong to him now. And he’s never letting go.

[studdedleather]

hey, hi! currently on the hunt for some 21+ discord partners. lazy lit to novella (i like to mirror). i write nonbinary, transmasc, and female characters; all of them are queer, most of them are lesbians (no cishet male opposites, please).

looking to write smut, slice of life, and maybe a bit of angst. i lean towards submissive characters, but most of mine are switches. organized crime plots are always a bonus (hitman x boss's daughter, anyone?). actor x bodyguard, roommates with benefits, professor x student, to name a few others i'm always game for.

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[disapprove]

OPEN | to darker, filthy, taboo & crime settings. y/m could be a criminal, they could have an age gap, they could become potential stepsiblings, work for each other, stockholm syndrome, manipilation, ANYTHING.

Eden's friends usually whored themselves into any kinds of parties in odd places, desperate to run from their picture picture lives, so she wasn't surprised ending up in some shady basement of whatever guy her friends met. A little grossed out by the smell hanging there, a mixture of alcohol, weed, and different male fragrances, Eden sat in one of the sagging sofas. Dressed up like pretty little dolls, the rich girls were most definitely out of their usual habitat, Eden uncomfortably sipping from her fourth beer. At least the alchohol was helping her calm her nerves. Not like she was shy or quiet, but Eden didn't know what to talk with them about. She doubted they knew about fine dining or French haute couture. A new face had ever so casually flopped down in the empty spot next to her, a quarter of a fun looking pill between their fingers. Eden could only raise her brows, her stereotypical half-smirk filling her features while her eyes sparkled with innocence. The kind of look that had men drop to her knees for her and made women want to be like her.

"You haven't even told me your name yet you're willing to drug me." The words came out low and soft, a hint of teasing laying underneath. She had no reason to trust the other - but then again, the night was only lasting this long because Eden wasn't allowing herself to have fun and let go. So she parted her plump lips, tongue only darting out a little bit. "What is it? And what's your name?"

[persephonyed]

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[kpoplustzone]

Personal Secretary Miyeon

OC X MIYEON

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Miyeon knelt before him, her gaze locked on the impressive bulge straining against CEO Park's tailored trousers. Three years. For three years, she had been his secretary, and for just as long, his willing mistress. She was his pretty little secret, obedient and always eager to please, her youth and vibrant energy a stark and exciting contrast to the quiet elegance of his wife. Though his spouse was undeniably beautiful in her own right, Miyeon possessed a different kind of allure. This youthful, almost innocent sensuality had captivated him from the moment she’d nervously stepped into his office as a fresh-faced freshman seeking an internship. Now, at twenty-two, she was an executive, her swift ascent through the company ranks not solely attributed to her sharp mind and diligent work ethic. Her proficiency in the art of fellatio and her enthusiastic participation in their clandestine bedroom encounters had undoubtedly greased the wheels of her career.

Her body was a masterpiece of youthful curves and subtle strength. Her face, with its delicate features, clear, bright eyes that held a hint of knowing mischief, and full, kissable lips usually adorned with a subtle sheen of gloss, was undeniably pretty. But it was the body beneath her perfectly tailored office attire that truly captivated. Her breasts, full and perky, strained against the confines of her crisp white blouse, their nipples often betraying her arousal with prominent peaks even through the fabric. A perfectly nipped-in waist flared out to gently rounded hips that swayed enticingly with every step she took. Today, she was wearing a tight-fitting pencil skirt that hugged her toned thighs like a second skin, the hemline just grazing her knees, offering tantalizing glimpses of her long, slender legs that ended in elegantly pointed heels. Even kneeling, the curve of her calf was enough to make CEO Park’s blood rush.

And then there was the object of her current unwavering attention. CEO Park’s cock was a specimen, a thick, girthy monster that had both intimidated and utterly obsessed Miyeon from their very first encounter in his opulent office after hours. It was a solid eight inches, maybe a touch more on a particularly enthusiastic morning, the shaft thick and heavy, with prominent veins that throbbed with anticipation. The head was a glistening, mushroom-like shape, its underside susceptible to her touch, a fact she had learned with considerable pleasure over the past three years. The sight of it, even through the fabric of his expensive trousers, never failed to make her pussy wet, a response honed by countless nights spent with it buried deep inside her or coating her lips and tongue with his thick, sticky cum. She couldn't wait to feel it, hot and hard, filling her mouth and then every inch of her tight little body.

CEO Park smirked down at her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached down and unzipped his expensive trousers, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent office. Miyeon’s breath hitched, her gaze glued to the unfolding reveal. His вже familiar cock sprang free, thick and impressive, the head big starting to glisten with pre-cum in anticipation of her touch.

Without a word, Miyeon reached out, her fingers gently circling the base of his hard shaft. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through her hand. She then looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Ready for your morning treat, sir?” she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that always sent a thrill down his spine.

He simply nodded, his eyes locked on her as she lowered her head, her dark hair falling forward to frame her face. Her lips parted slightly as she took the full head of his thick cock into her mouth. He gasped, a wave of pure pleasure washing over him as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. She took her time, savoring the feel of him, her lips мягко but firmly gliding up and down the surface.

“Mmmph… you know just how I like it, Miyeon-ah,” he groaned, his hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in her hair, gently guiding the rhythm of her suckling.

“That’s because I pay attention to what pleases you, CEO-nim,” she replied, her words muffled against his cock. She used her hands to gently stroke the length of his shaft as her mouth continued its work. She varied the pressure, sometimes sucking firmly, other times just teasing him with her lips and tongue.

“You’re so good, baby,” he whispered, his head falling back against the plush leather of his chair. “So fucking good.”

Miyeon’s moans started then, soft and breathy at first, escalating with each deliberate stroke of her mouth. “Mmm… this feels so… hard…” she’d moan, her cheeks flushed, her eyes occasionally fluttering closed in pure sensation. She used her tongue to swirl around the sensitive head, paying special attention to the frenulum, the thin strip of skin underneath, making him jump slightly.

“Ah, fuck… yes… right there…” he’d gasp, his grip tightening on her hair. “You know my weaknesses, don’t you, you little vixen?”

She pulled back slightly, her lips slick and glistening. “Of course, CEO-nim. It’s my job to know everything about you.” She then plunged back down, taking even more of his length into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out slightly. The sucking sounds of her suckling filled the office, punctuated by CEO Park’s increasingly ragged breathing.

“Tell me how good it tastes, Miyeon-ah,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how much you love sucking my cock.”

She pulled back again, a mischievous smile on her face, her lips still wet from his pre-cum. “It tastes like power, CEO-nim. And I love having it in my mouth.” She then dove back down, this time running her hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch as she continued her passionate fellatio.

Miyeon’s ministrations grew bolder. She used her teeth to gently scrape against the tip of his cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from CEO Park. Her hand that was stroking his shaft moved lower, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin just below the head, making him twitch. She then slid her mouth further down, taking in more and more of his girth, her lips stretching to accommodate him fully. He groaned, his grip tightening on her hair, his head now lolling back in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, Miyeon… you’re going to make me come too fast,” he rasped, his voice thick with barely contained pleasure.

“That’s the point, CEO-nim,” she replied, her words muffled against his cock. “To bring you to the edge and then… keep you waiting.” She pulled back slightly, her lips wet and swollen, a devilish glint in her eyes. She then flicked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, right up to the head, before plunging back down again, this time sucking with a deep, rhythmic motion that made his whole body shudder.

“You little tease,” he groaned, but there was no real anger in his voice, only pure, unadulterated lust. “You know I can’t resist you.”

“That’s why I’m here, CEO-nim,” she purred, running her hands further up his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles. She then pressed her fingers against his hard balls, gently squeezing them, making him gasp.

“Ah, Jesus, Miyeon… don’t stop,” he begged, his hips starting to lift slightly off the chair.

She continued her rapid assault, varying her techniques to keep him on edge. Sometimes she would suck deeply, taking him to the back of her throat, other times she would just tease the head with her lips and tongue. Her hands worked in perfect synchronization with her mouth, stroking, squeezing, and gently tugging, driving him closer and closer to the brink.

“Tell me how much you want it, sir,” she whispered against his cock, her breath hot and влажный. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you so fucking bad, Miyeon,” he groaned, his voice barely audible. “Your mouth… it’s heaven… and hell.”

She chuckled softly, knowing the power she held over him. She then leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his thighs, her dark hair swaying as she continued to devour him with her mouth. The влажный sounds of their lovemaking filled the opulent office, a stark contrast to the sterile corporate environment, their forbidden passion creating a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air.

He reveled in the feel of her body working on him. The slick warmth of her tongue and mouth engulfing his cock was driving him wild. He reached down and cupped her head, gently guiding the rhythm of her suckling, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. Her breasts, full and round, bounced slightly with each bob of her head, the soft fabric of her blouse now damp with his pre-cum. He could see the dark outline of her уже hard nipples pressing against the material, a tantalizing invitation.

He pulled her closer, his gaze dropping to her flat stomach, the toned muscles flexing subtly with her movements. He could imagine those same muscles clenching around his cock when he was buried deep inside her. His fingers then trailed down her back, following the curve of her spine, his anticipation for what was to come building with each passing second.

He wanted to feel her bare skin, to have his hands all over her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her against his lips and tongue. He knew it wouldn't be long before his need to bury himself inside her became overwhelming.

The anticipation thrumming through him was almost unbearable. He reached down and gently tugged at the hem of Miyeon's crisp white blouse, pulling it free from the confines of her pencil skirt. She paused her ministrations on his cock, her eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, his fingers lingering on the smooth fabric as it parted to reveal the lacy bra beneath.

Her breasts, perfectly shaped and full, strained against the delicate lace, their вже hard nipples pressing against the intricate pattern. He reached out and gently cupped them through the fabric, savoring their weight and softness. Miyeon moaned softly, tilting her head back slightly, offering him a better view. He then slipped his fingers under the lace, his thumb finding her вже erect nipple and flicking it gently.

“Oh, CEO-nim…” she whispered, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re so beautiful, Miyeon-ah,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts completely. They sprang forth, full and round, their dark nipples begging for his touch. He obliged, cupping them in his hands, his thumbs stroking and teasing the вже sensitive peaks.

Miyeon’s mouth was still doing its magic on his cock, but the added attention to her breasts sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her. Her hips started to rock gently, her heat teasing him through his trousers. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. The combination of her incredible mouth and his hands on her bare breasts was driving him to the edge.

He lifted Miyeon’s head slightly, breaking her suction on his cock. Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with his pre-cum, and her eyes were half-closed with desire. “Baby,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust, “I need you to feel all of me.”

He reached down and gently guided her hands to his fully erect cock, letting her feel its thick girth and throbbing pulse. “Wrap your fingers around this, sweetheart,” he instructed, his voice a low growl. Miyeon’s fingers closed around him, her touch both firm and delicate, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him.

With his other hand, he reached down and gently caressed the outside of her pencil skirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, a clear indication of her arousal. “And I want to taste all of you,” he murmured, his gaze locking with hers.

Without another word, he reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly began to hike it up her thighs. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of anticipation in their depths. The skirt crept higher and higher, revealing her smooth, bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. He paused just above her knees, his fingers lingering on her inner thigh, feeling the softness of her skin.

“Are you ready for me, Miyeon-ah?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“More than anything, CEO-nim,” she breathed, her grip tightening on his cock.

He then slid his hand underneath the elastic of her panties, his fingers immediately finding the уже влажный folds of her pussy. She gasped, her head falling back slightly as his fingers began to gently stroke her swollen clit. The insane heat radiating from her core was intoxicating, and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. The need to bury himself deep inside her was now a burning inferno within him.

His fingers slid deeper into Miyeon's wet swollen folds, encountering the slick, hot pussy that promised untold pleasure. She let out a soft, breathy moan, her hips lifting slightly off the floor as if to meet his touch more fully. He gently probed, his thumb finding her вже твердый clit and rubbing it softly. Her breath hitched, and her grip on his вже throbbing cock tightened.

"Oh, CEO-nim," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed, "that feels so... good."

He continued his exploration, his fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh, mapping the curves and contours of her thoroughly aroused pussy. He could feel her pulsing around his fingers, her inner muscles clenching and releasing with each deliberate stroke. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that only intensified his desire.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of his pre-cum from her mouth. "You're so wet for me, Miyeon-ah," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with lust. "You want me inside you, don't you?"

She nodded eagerly, her eyes now wide with anticipation. "Yes, CEO-nim. Please. I need you inside me."

He chuckled softly, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Well, then, who am I to refuse such a willing and eager employee?" He moved his hand from between her legs and reached for the zipper of his trousers. With a swift tug, it slid down, and his thick straining cock sprang free, girthy and eager to be buried deep within her.

He knelt before her, his gaze dropping to the juncture between her thighs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and sweet desire. With a low growl, he lowered his head, his lips finding the вже swollen petals of her pussy.

His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate folds, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her readiness. Miyeon gasped, her hands tightening their grip on his shoulders, her hips lifting off the floor in anticipation. He pressed his lips firmly against her clit, sucking gently at first, then with more force, making her cry out.

"Oh, CEO-nim... fuck..." she moaned, her head thrashing gently against the plush carpet.

He continued his deep exploration, his tongue exploring every inch of her вже engorged vulva. He used his fingers to gently spread her open, giving him better access to her most sensitive spot. He swirled his tongue around her clit, then plunged deeper, tasting the rich, metallic tang of her arousal.

Miyeon's moans escalated, growing more frantic and desperate. "Yes... Please... right there..." she begged, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her thighs parted further, offering him complete access.

He licked and sucked, his tongue licking with a practiced rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his mouth, her moans intensifying with each deliberate stroke. The sounds of their passionate encounter filled the otherwise silent office, a symphony of loud slurps and desperate moans.

He continued to completely devour her, his hands now reaching up to cup her firm, round ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he lapped at her core. Miyeon’s moans grew louder, more high-pitched, her body trembling with the intensity of her approaching orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, CEO-nim… I’m… I’m going to…” she gasped, her hips bucking against his face.

And then it happened. Her inner muscles clenched violently around his tongue and lips as a torrent of leaking cum erupted from her pussy, flooding his mouth with her sweet, sticky essence. She cried out, a long, shuddering moan that echoed in the room, her body going completely limp as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

CEO Park savored the taste of her, swallowing her cum with a satisfied groan. He lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with her pussy juice, and looked up at her.

“That’s a good girl, Miyeon-ah,” he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You taste delicious.”

He lifted Miyeon into his arms, her limp body light against his strong frame, and carried her over to his large mahogany desk. He gently laid her down on the polished surface, her legs dangling off the edge, her wet soaked pussy now fully exposed. He positioned her with her back on the cool wood, her arms outstretched above her head.

Then, he positioned himself between her spread thighs, his thick cock throbbing in anticipation. He grabbed hold of her hips, guiding his hot, wet head to her slick entrance, and with a deep groan, he plunged inside her. Miyeon gasped, her back arching off the table, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and pleasure at the sudden, deep penetration.

He began to fuck her, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to adjust to his full length. His hands, now free, went to her breasts, cupping their generous weight, his thumbs stroking her sexy hard nipples. The feel of her soft flesh in his hands as he pounded into her was intoxicating.

“Oh, CEO-nim… fuck… that feels so good…” Miyeon moaned, her voice still slightly shaky from her recent orgasm.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful. “Just the way I like it.” He continued to squeeze and knead her breasts, sometimes pinching her nipples, other times just enjoying the soft give of her flesh against his palms.

He varied his pace, sometimes thrusting hard and fast, other times slowing down to just a deep, lingering slide in and out of her dripping core. With each thrust, her breasts bounced, and he made sure to keep them firmly in his grasp, reveling in the sensation. He leaned down and took one of her already hard nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from her.

“Aahh… CEO-nim… yes… don’t stop…” she begged, her hips lifting off the table to meet his thrusts.

He switched to her other breast, flicking it with his tongue and lips while continuing to pump into her with a steady rhythm. The intense sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the office, the leather of his chair creaking with his movements. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his cock, milking him with every thrust

His grip tightened on her hips as he began to fuck her with a more insistent rhythm. He plunged deep, burying his cock to the base, then slowly withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in with a powerful groan. He watched her face, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red, and a delicate sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.

He varied his pace, sometimes pounding into her hard and fast, each thrust a forceful reminder of his dominance. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and he relished the feel of their weight in his hands, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her. Other times, he would slow his pace, teasing her with slow, deep strokes that stretched her wide, making her whimper with a mixture of anticipation and intense pleasure. He would linger inside her, his cock толстый and hard against her inner walls, savoring the feeling of her tight grip.

His fingers continued their exploration, sometimes caressing her sexy erect nipples, other times trailing down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs, lightly stroking the вже soaked folds of her pussy around his invading cock. He could feel the frantic pulsing of her inner muscles, gripping him tightly with each thrust, milking him for every drop of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, CEO-nim…” she’d moan, her voice breathy and filled with raw desire. “You feel so good… so deep…” Her hips bucked against his, meeting each thrust with an eager urgency of their own.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice husky with lust, “You’re so tight, Miyeon-ah. Your pussy is driving me crazy.”

“And your cock is making me feel like I’m going to explode, sir,” she gasped, her body arching off the table as he drove into her again and again.

He continued to fuck her, lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving together, the влажный sounds of their lovemaking filling the office, a testament to their forbidden desires.

They were disturbed by the sound of the Landline in the room as Miyeon picked it up and Park thrust inside her, making her moan through the phone. He had no intention of stopping as Miyeon maintained a conversation with the other party.

“Ceo Park is busy, aaah, aah. He is Eating. Aaah, “ Miyeon moaned as he somehow tried to answer the other party.

He started thrusting in deeper as his fingers started playing with her clit and in response her whole body arched up and trembled making her clutch to the phone harder.

“No, I am Fine. aaahah, I will inform the Ceo of your details. Ahhh.” Miyeon tried to stop him with his other hand, but ceo park had a sly smile on his face as he grabbed those hands and started pounding inside her. Making her clutch her hands and bite her lips to suppress the moans.

He could feel her pussy clutching on to his cock milking him. Heat radiating of her body as she tried hard not to moan. He pulled her up, now his breath closer to her lips as he kissed her while she was talking on the phone. 

.She patted his chest to make him stop but park thrust inside her pussy a bit harder making her open her mouth in pleasure making it easy to thrust his tongue inside her mouth. 

Miyeon hung up the phone as she held on to his neck and went in for the kiss. Her tongue p-laying with his while his cock went deeper inside hjer hitting her womb.

She screamed and groaned. “Ajhussi I can’t take it anymore I want you to cum inside me” 

Park carried her of the table as she moaned from his cock entering her again and now the flesh sounds of his hips hittign her sexy ass resounded around the room. He thoughts flew to the way his cock was exploring her insides. She was first disgusted by her ceo but after he fucked her first time for her promotion she could not satisfy herself with any other cock and had to go begging for his cock.

He fucked her again and again that day until she didn’t remember how she fell asleep that day. Completely blacked out after an orgasm, and the next day she had to rest to get back her energy that was drained away by him. Even when she kknew he was married only his cock matteredd that was going inside her. Even prided herself on the fact that she was the one getting the pounding more than his wife.

He sat on the sofa, carrying her, and started bouncing her on his lap. With each thrust making she squealed in pleasure. Luckily, the office was soundproof proof otherwise the screams would have alerted the security. He grabbed those perky tits that looked tasty and sexy and flicked her nipples while his hands moved along the other breast. 

Miyeon flipped her head back those long black hair in a mess and sweaty from the rough fucking. She tried to tighten her walls trying to milk his cock. He graoned feeling her pussy tighten and strted rushjing inside thrusting inside more and more. She could feel her shaking and the familiar feeling of her climax approaching. She gripped his shloulders tightly as she came down in more speed hitting his lap and finally he grabbed his head tightly burying it in her tits as she shivered and climaxed. Her thighs trembling and her pussy leaking.

The hot and tight pussy and the insane amount of milking from her pussy made him reach his limit as he too came inside her cumming again and again filling her to the brim. She threw her had back feeling his cum spurting inside her. Hitting deep inside her pussy. She could feel it dripping and leaking out. She could not more as botht of them stayed like that with his cock dep inside her pussy and thier sweaty bodies attached. A feeling of bliss plastered on both faces. 

[unwashedpotato]

call me basic, i've yet to satisfy my need for public smut scenes.

seated between two friends at the movie theater, you're holding the popcorn but you're the snack that keeps getting grabbed and touched. be quiet though, you don't know who else is watching

hooking up at the club is easy - but it's so much more fun calling an uber and feeling up the driver as a tip

athletic teammates hooking up in the back of the team bus on an overnight trip to their next game

parent-teacher conference - getting to know your kid's teacher really well before the school year starts / fuck on the teacher's desk while you wait for your spouse and kid to show up

that tumblr post about getting your ass ate in a pumpkin patch for fall

being overstimulated while at dinner with the family (subtle nipple clamps, app-controlled vibe, numbing cream)

browsing your local adult store - 'let's try out the products to find out if they're worth buying'

'gay for public pay' lolol anyone a fan of outinpublic p*rn vids?

getting caught jerking off in a library, bookstore, shopping mall, etc.

[khaosmeme]

M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 2.

just like on the last one, send a number to my inbox and i will write a starter based on the gif you sent. feel free to sneak to see if the gif suits your needs, or send it blindly for a surprise!

gifs are not mine. simply collected them.

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[bjeweleds]

🚨 ・・・・・ 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧.

you're my best friend and we're both short on cash, so fuck it, let's start an only fans together. we definitely won't fall for each other in the meantime. wink wink, nudge nudge.

feel free to reblog this !

[noxcula]

need this so bad rn …

can't post it on tiktok, so doing it here. can i have Vanessa x Wade x Reader fics please? 🥺

[oneinnocentprincess]

open to: m plot: our musses are in an arranged marriage and it is now the wedding night

"Well...I believe this is the first time either of us has had privacy for today..." The room had been so quiet, to her she felt as if there was some kind of tension in the air but she could not figure out why. The day been long...after all it was their wedding day. Something she's been told of for months now, overseeing all kinds of planning even if it was more of being told to approve whatever the planner brought to her. Everything that was brought to her she did love...well except for the flowers. She requested they use lilacs but her request was swiftly denied as instead peonies were used...she believed they had already ordered those before showing to her for approval. That was the only real drama of this all...well besides the fact she hardly knew her groom.

It was not a complete shock to her that she was in arranged marriage, her kingdom would need a king after her father and she was the only heir; of course they were going to take advantage and choose who the next kind would be. However, Eleanor did feel the right to say that this all still was a very strange experience. It was one ceremony after the next, when there was not a ceremony it was sitting down for the two of them and having dozens come up to them to say their congratulations.

Actually, the closest they got to exchanging words without being interrupted were their vows. Now they had plenty of time to talk and she was unsure where to even begin. "My father really likes you." Is how she tried to fill the silence in the air. Her hands fidgeted as she sat on the bed, still in her many layers and with many pins in her hair. "I know many of the congratulations we got were probably just fluff, but my father's was genuine."

[bookished]

( a collection of exes to lovers dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"I bet you think you can win me back, don’t you?" "Oh, I know I can. The question is, how long are you going to pretend you don’t want me to?"

"I can’t believe you’re still this cocky." "And yet, you’re still smiling at me."

"We shouldn’t be doing this." "Maybe. But doesn't that make it more fun?"

"This doesn't mean anything. We’re just… talking." "Funny, because you’re looking at me like it means a lot more than that."

"Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying this a little too much?" "Because I’m imagining how good it’ll feel when you kiss me again."

"We’re supposed to be keeping things casual."

"You never could resist me." "Please, I’m resisting right now." "Your face says otherwise."

"You’re not supposed to still have this effect on me."

"Remember when you used to blush every time I touched you?"

"You’re flirting with me. Aren’t exes supposed to hate each other?"

"Why do you keep smiling at me like that?" "Because I know it still gets under your skin."

"We broke up for a reason." "Yeah, but that reason's not looking so important right now."

"You think you're irresistible, don't you?" "Well, I did manage to win you over once."

"You always did like playing hard to get." "Maybe I just don’t want to make it easy for you this time."

"I bet I still know all your weaknesses." "Not if I don’t let you close enough to use them." "Too late for that."

"You’re just trying to charm your way back in."

"Remember the last time we were this close?" "Don’t remind me. I’m trying to resist you." "And how’s that going?"

"If I let you back in, what makes you think things will be different this time?"

"You’ve still got that look in your eyes. The one that says you want me as much as you always did."

"You never learned how to stay away, did you?" "Not when it comes to you."

"You think you can just walk back into my life like this?"

"You’re way too comfortable flirting with me, considering everything."

"You're staring again." "I wasn't staring." "Oh, you definitely were. Don’t worry, it’s mutual."

"We said we wouldn’t do this again." "Yeah, but it’s kind of our thing, isn’t it? Breaking rules."

[wickcdmindz]

open to f/nb plot: house party; your muse finds themselves in the kitchen with price for a bit while the party rages through the rest of the house. muse: price (domme-leaning switch, trans woman, mommy kink, er doctor/scientist)

price leaned a hip against the counter, drink in hand, eyes sweeping slowly—sharply—over them like she was reading a very amusing headline. her smirk curled lazy and knowing, like she already had them figured out, like she was choosing not to ruin them yet just to see how red their face could get. "you know," she said, voice light and teasing, but with a quiet authority that curled under the skin, "you'd look so adorable on your knees."

she took a sip of her drink. "chin tilted up just right, eyes wide—like you’re about to say something sweet." her gaze lingered, wicked and unbothered.

“like, oh, i don’t know... thank you, mommy.” she winked, not even waiting for the reaction before turning her back to them to pick up her phone. “just a thought,” she called over her shoulder, almost sing-song. “do with it what you will.”

[rosepetalrps]

watching the hunting wives on netflix and now i need f/f housewife cheating plots

[sof1ii]

please sir -c.s

Warnings⚠️:smut, (legal) age gap, teacher Chris, dom Chris, no use of y/n,unprotected p in v (don’t do that yall use a condom..😝)

Summary: your fav teacher asks you to meet him after school what will happen when he realises your grades are dropping...

A/N: this was kind of rushed and its a bit too long sorry guys I hope y’all like it thoo 😘

You sat at the front of the class as your favourite teacher handed out test results, you knew your score was gonna be good since you were his favourite student. He hands you your paper, it reads B-...no that couldn't be right. "Maybe he just marked it wrong" you thought to yourself before you turned over the paper and see a small sticky note that says "meet me after class -C.S". You decide to ignore it for now and keep working. You notice that Mr sturniolo kept stealing glances in your direction but didn't think anything of it, because why would you, You were teacher and student... nothing more right?

A few minutes pass and the bell rings. You watch everyone pack their things and leave but you stayed in your seat. Once everyone had left, Mr sturniolo turned to look at you. "Come here doll" you look up at him as the words leave his soft, pink lips. You stand up and make your way over to his desk, he pats his lap and motions for you to come closer with his finger. You sit on his lap and his hands immediately go to your thighs, one of them going under your skirt. "What's going on sweetheart your grades are dropping, talk to me baby" your head filled with questions...this had to be a dream right? You were on the hottest teachers lap and he was calling you baby, this can't be true. "I don't know..." you reply quietly with a small sigh. "You want me to up your grade princess" you reply with a small nod. "Only on one condition..." he says, his voice deep with desire. "What...?" You say softly. "You let me do whatever I want to you" you hesitate for a moment...your parents would be so mad if they saw your grade, you knew you were living all the other girls dreams right now. He was the hottest teacher in school and he wanted you? "Okay..."

Before you knew it he grabbed your hips and lifted you up to sit on his desk. He kneels down between your legs and slowly glides his fingers along your inner thighs and under your skirt. You gasp softly as you feel his fingers start rubbing your clit through your underwear. He slowly pulls down your underwear and spreads your legs before standing between them. He grabs your throat with one hand and slowly pushes you back on the desk while undoing his belt with his other hand. "Look at you...so needy to take my cock huh sweetheart?" He slowly pushes in his thick tip, watching as your eyes roll back and you moan in pleasure before pulling out and running his tip against your entrance. "Tell me you want me baby...tell me how much you want this big cock inside you" you whimper as he squeezes your neck tightly before loosening his grip slightly. "Please I want it so bad...please sir I won't tell anyone" you say, struggling to speak slightly because of his hold on your neck. "Good girl" he growls as he slowly pushes his thick cock into your tight entrance. The pleasure was euphoric, his big cock stretching you out so good. He starts slowly thrusting in and out, his cock hitting against your g-spot repeatedly sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His thrusts start to get faster and rougher, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filing the room along with your moans and his occasional groans. Just as your about to finish he pulls out. "Get on your knees" he demands through gritted teeth. You slowly get off the desk and get on your knees, "but I didn't get to finish..." you say quietly before you're interrupted by a slap on your cheek. "Get an A+ next time and I'll let you finish." He says harshly before be grabbed your chin, his fingers squeezing your cheeks. "Open." He demands before you hesitantly open your mouth. He starts stroking his cock infront on your face, his hand speeding up. "Fuck baby im gonna cum" he groans before releasing his hot sticky load in your mouth. You swallow his release before speaking "sir please can I finish..." you say quietly. "No I already told you get an A+ and I'll think about it" you sigh and nod your head, he gently strokes your hair "good girl...cmon baby it's getting late I'll drive you home"

(credits to: @noturlocallily777)