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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

summary: as a broke and desperate college student, you resort to becoming a camgirl—not knowing that the professor you despise the most is your number one viewer.

genre: smut, college au, camgirl au, student x teacher

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, manipulation, coercion, abuse of power, student/teacher (prof sakusa is a perv), sex work (camgirl reader), sex toys (reader gets boinked by a sex machine), exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male masturbation, sir kink, praise, degradation, overstimulation, hair pulling, oral (f (slight) and m receiving), face-fucking, slight biting, nipple play, spitting, squirting, spanking, creampie, cumplay

word count: 6.4k

author's note: for babie L's @bokuroskitten a-are you filming this? collab! thanks for letting me join boo! i really enjoyed writing this hihi (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you @chicoree for beta-ing <3 (i finally got around to posting it ehe)

everyone pls thank my bff for planting the seeds of professor x student in my mind—this is the result .

[5:57 PM]

your literature professor is arguably the most irritating and most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life.

he could definitely pass off as a high fashion model with his elegant and sculpted features, and with the way his iron-pressed dress shirts cling to his broad shouldered and muscled frame, he could definitely pass for an athlete too.

college students are scavengers. they scour for information that can either be used for good or bad or, in everyone’s case, to add a fantasy to their spank bank. through the power of social media and avid lurking, some students found pictures of professor sakusa back in the day.

much to your absolute dismay the pictures went to your spank bank too, to be used when you’re doing your other, definitely more lucrative job every friday night.

lo and behold, that hot robot of a man was an athlete. volleyball was his sport, and even though the atrocious color of his uniform could burn anyone’s corneas with how bright it was, it still didn’t hide the fact that he was nothing but attractive in his younger days before he finally hung up the jersey and ventured into academia.

he’s the most infuriating man in academia, if you were to be asked. seriously; the man walks, talks, and acts like he has a proverbial stick up his ass all around the clock.

“your paper lacks depth; are you sure you read the instructions clearly? it says to ‘thoroughly explain the presence of the recurring theme in pride and prejudice to the modern era’. this paper is lackluster for a third year english literature major. i will have to ask you to make major revisions.”

what a complete prick. never mind that the people who read your paper were singing praises about your insights and words, of course nothing will ever be up to par with professor sakusa and his array of accomplishments that no mortal human can achieve.

he’s your first class on fridays, so you always go through the day with a permanent scowl etched on your face.

at least this gruelling day is finally done, you mutter to yourself as you step inside your shared dorm with your roommate who’s nowhere to be found. shit, it’s friday.

you were so engrossed with the bad energy from your professor, you forgot that it’s streaming night. you skip to your room, practically giddy as you remember the box you picked up from the post office.

it was supposed to be a one-time thing, but money is a drug and a broke and scavenging college student like you quickly becomes addicted. not to mention—the boost of confidence in your own body that quickly came after that realization.

like most broke girls, you’ve fallen into the spectrum of sex work and camming. it’s good money and the numerous comments about people wanting to fuck your sexy ass body—as they always say—never fail to leave you wanting for more.

a megawatt grin graces your lips when you see the non-descript box in the center of your twin-sized school issued bed. there’s a small envelope on top (you’re glad that the employees at the post office didn’t mess with it) and you take it, sitting on the bed as you bite your lip in anticipation.

the envelope looks like it came out of the classic literature books you’ve read and studied. it’s cream colored, sepia at the edges, and with a blood red wax seal at the center.

you don’t miss the letter imprinted on the wax: D in a gothic font. your body heats up as you gently peel off the seal, revealing a note inside.

it’s my size and shape. - mr. darcy

it’s printed in black ink and you’re secretly disappointed because you wish it was handwritten. but for safety purposes, there’s no indication of who it might be. after all, you accepted the package under a pseudonym (never mind the less than legal process you went through for an id).

mr darcy. you’d squealed like a schoolgirl when his user popped up on the paid private chats after one of your streams. a couple other people messaged you but this one was different. there’s a regal air to him, despite the fact that he’s paying to jack off to your body.

it doesn’t help that your username is lizzybennet. what are the damn odds? he’s always present, practically your number one viewer with the amount of money he gives you.

just a few days ago, he told you he was going to give a gift, in celebration for you reaching 50k subscribers. the box on your lap is the gift and you have an inkling of what’s buried underneath the crepe paper.

you rummage through the packaging and once you see it, you gasp. it’s a mini sex machine. your eyes are wide as you inspect the contraption and you notice that there’s a note attached to the mechanical body of the toy.

“a celebratory gift for you amassing 50k subscribers. please use it on your next stream; i have the controller.”

how can he be so eloquent when there’s a literal fucking machine on your lap? he’s taking this whole mr. darcy thing down to the bone.

you gulp, nervous and excited about the last part of what he said. fuck, he’s basically going to fuck you with the machine.

your pussy flutters at the idea, wetness immediately dampening your panties. your eyes wander and what catches your attention is the dildo that’s attached to the body.

this dildo is his dick in silicone? is he joking? this looks like it belongs in the superhuman section of bad dragon.

it’s thick and long, curving a little bit to the right with multiple veins running down the shaft. the color is bright, like a neon highlighter and in the back of your mind, it seems familiar but you can’t quite place it.

it’s cold to the touch and you rub your thighs, excited to use it and give your viewers a show they’ll never forget. you set it down and stand up from the bed, doing all the necessary rituals for your weekly stream.

“hi guys! i guess you all know by now that i’ve reached a milestone! so i want to do something different this time,”

you chirp, voice sweet and saccharine. you’re dressed in your favorite lingerie, fiddling slightly with the straps as you shift around the bed, face still out of view from the camera.

the toy is propped on a stool that’s also out of view and you take a deep breath, calming yourself before pushing through with your face reveal. luckily, the site doesn’t allow screenshots and quickly kicks out any user who does.

“i figured you guys deserve to see my face with how good you all have been to me.”

slowly moving forward, you reach for the camera and adjust it, your face finally coming into view. pings start coming in and you giggle at the excitement of your viewers.

fuck, you’re gorgeous.

can’t believe you’ve been hiding that pretty face, baby.

god damn, your face already makes me hard.

everyone has some kind of dirty laundry, and it just so happens that the seemingly stoic professor’s dirty laundry is watching camgirls as his nightly routine.

a man has his needs and because he’s so busy and surrounded by geriatrics and stinky hormonal college students on a daily basis, he doesn’t have enough time or energy to look for a hookup.

imagine his relief when he found someone who reminded him of you as he was scrolling through numerous profiles. lizzybennet got him hooked because his username was already mrdarcy.

the resemblance of the voice and skin tone was enough to reel him in and for sakusa, it was instantly a match made in heaven. she quickly reminded him of one of his favourite students who he shamelessly fantasizes about all the time.

he supposes that he should feel disgusted with himself, but he doesn’t.

and now, his eyes are wide and his usually cool head is spinning. his blood is rushing, down south, in his ears, everywhere. the odds of him jacking off to a girl who uncannily resembles his student, only to find out it’s actually you.

he doesn’t know what to feel, but the way his cock is already standing at attention in his pants, well, he’s about to get his money’s worth.

shirtless and racking up a cold sweat, he unbuttons his pants and pulls out his cock, hissing as it throbs at the sight of you in lingerie. lingerie you bought with his money.

“one of you sweeties sent me a gift and i’ll definitely be putting it to good use,” you giggle, cheeks becoming warm at the lewd comments and occasional wholesome compliments.

you sit back on the bed, leaning further until you can’t see the chat anymore. hooking your ankle on the leg of the stool, you drag it to the end of the bed, between your legs as the pings get louder.

sakusa clutches the controller in his big hand, the other softly stroking his cock. biting his lower lip, his dark eyes sear into you and he wonders what it would be like if he were the one to ruin your pretty pussy with his cock—his real cock.

taking the bottle of lube beside you, you smear it over the toy, moaning as you pump it a few times while imagining it’s a certain professor’s dick.

he’s the star of your fantasies and the reason why you always cum so hard. thankfully, your mouth is kind to you and doesn’t blurt his name when you’re pleasing yourself on stream.

once it’s wet enough, you pull your panties to the side and your fingers play with your folds, closing your eyes as you bite your lips and get into the zone.

“shit, i wish it was your fingers playing with my pussy,” you whine, your free hand pulling the straps of your bra down, exposing your breasts to the camera, nipples hardening at the growing pleasure in your veins.

you take a nipple between your fingers, twisting and pulling gently as you whimper at the sting. the fingers playing with your folds are wet enough with your slick, and you insert two of them in your cunt, stretching yourself for the toy that’s about to fuck you.

your breathing picks up after scissoring yourself for a bit and you pull them out, showing the screen your soaked fingers before putting them in your mouth, moaning as you suck on your digits.

on the other side of the screen, sakusa groans as he leans back on his chair while holding his shaft, pumping his cock slowly as pre-cum leaks from the tip. his eyes flutter as he imagines fucking your pussy with his dexterous fingers, pulling whines and moans from your lips.

you position yourself on the bed and adjust the toy so that it’s directly in front of your dripping hole, fingers holding your panties to the side.

you look to the camera and your sultry gaze goes straight to sakusa’s cock and he hisses, squeezing himself as he flips the switch on the controller, preparing to turn the dial.

“ready when you are, sir,” you tease, slowly licking your lips as you wait for the toy to enter you.

sakusa growls under his breath, bristling at your challenge as desire courses through him when he hears the title fall from your pouty lips.

he turns the dial and the machine whirs to life, and your eyes glaze over in wonder as you spread your folds, watching as the toy slowly enters you.

you whine at the size; it’s cold and lifeless, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s practically splitting you open. your legs tremble, toes curling as you play with your clit, causing more slick to gush out of you.

sakusa watches through his screen as you squirm and moan, the toy finally bottoming out in your cunt. his dark eyes flash and he gulps as your pussy swallows the toy.

you can definitely take him and he’ll make sure that it will happen, soon.

he doesn’t bother letting you adjust to the toy, a toy that’s bigger than all the ones he’s watched you fuck your pussy with. after all, you’re a slut and you can take it, right?

the toy increases in speed and you cry out, hands immediately bunching the sheets between your fingers as you throw your head back. pleasure courses through your body as you pant heavily, moans steadily rising in volume.

you close your eyes tightly as your chest heaves, starting to think of him.

stupid man and his stupid black curls that freely flip around his face, dark eyes always narrowed as they dart over you.

what would his hair feel like between your fingers? would they be soft from the clean and citrusy scent that wafts off of him when he roams around the classroom?

how would his eyes look up at you? would they be swimming with unbridled hunger as his skilled tongue flicks and laps away at your clit? would his deep voice reverberate through your shaking body when he groans as your taste coats his mouth?

would his large hands, adorned with long and slender fingers, squeeze your thighs, holding you still as he buries his face in your cunt?

all these vivid images flow through your brain, the constant pings of steady donations mere background noise as you imagine your professor’s deep voice ordering you, commanding you to cum.

“wish it was you fucking me right now—oh shit!” you moan, words blending together as tempo of the sex machine is increased.

the buzzing sound of the machine is in sync with your fast heartbeats as the silicone cock thrusts into you, lewd squelching filling the room as your moans and cries become choked and broken as your orgasm looms close behind.

not a lot of things can topple professor sakusa kiyoomi off of his pedestal, but the sight of his favorite student getting her pussy fucked by the toy that he gifted is definitely worth his jaw going slack for.

you’re so pretty, cheeks flushed and lips parting into the perfect orgasm face as your shaking arm reaches for your clit, eyes so hooded that you can barely see the screen in front of you.

sakusa’s hand pumps his cock a little faster, following the rough and fast circles you’re subjecting your aching clit to. it delights him to no end that you really know how to work your body.

he allows himself to groan loudly, gripping the arm of the chair as he thrusts up into his hand, pre-cum spilling over his shaft.

the controller is long forgotten to the side of his laptop, the dial turned to the highest setting as the machine fucks you hard and fast.

your high pitched moans are music to his ears and the twitching of your legs are proof of the pleasure that he’s indirectly causing.

your head’s thrown back, exposing your neck as your hips roll against the toy, juices from your cunt sliding down your ass as it drenches the sheets below you.

“sir, sir please! can i cum? please let me cum! i’ve been a good girl!”

tingles run down sakusa’s spine as he hears your whiny voice beg. even when he’s not touching you, he still has control over you.

“cum for me,” he groans under his breath, chair creaking as he fucks his hand and as if you heard him, you pinch your clit and scream, body convulsing as you cum all over the toy.

sakusa follows suit, moaning your name as white spurts of cum shoot out of his cock, staining his thighs and abs. eyes dark and mind hazy from his orgasm, he forgets to turn the dial off and his attention is called when he hears you crying and squealing.

“s-sir, p-please turn it o-off! it’s t-too much, fuck!” you cry out, tears stream down your face as the machine continues to pound you, hands fisting the sheets as overstimulation quickly washes over your body.

sakusa’s eyes are wide, staring with rapt attention as the toy abuses your cunt. he can turn it off if he wants to, but he doesn’t because he knows you can easily scoot back on the bed and end your supposed agony, but you don’t.

instead, he smirks as he watches steady tears roll down your cheeks as you beg and beg. your body is glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and because sakusa has watched your body countless of times, burned the curves and dips of your frame into his mind—he knows you’re going to cum again.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck! i’m cumming again!” you wail, back arching off the bed as you cum once more. your body stiffens at the uncomfortable position and this time, a stream of clear liquid shoots out of your pussy, drenching your soiled sheets even more.

the pings are louder than before, and if you had your audience in your room, they would definitely be in awe as they watch you squirt over and over again.

sakusa’s hand returns to his cock, movements slow as he watches you whimper and twitch from the mind blowing orgasm. having mercy on you, he takes hold of the controller as he slowly turns the dial, the buzzing of the machine turning into soft whirs as the toy stops fucking you.

your eyes are heavy and lidded when you sit up, chest heaving and nipples aching as the toy slowly leaves your pussy, whining as you feel your juices slide down your ass.

you surprise everyone, including your professor, when you fumble around the machine and dislodge the toy that’s shining and glistening with your essence.

you put the wet and warm toy in your mouth, sucking and licking like you would on a real cock. sakusa hisses, closing his eyes as he hears you moan, tasting yourself on the toy.

his brain forms images in his mind, imagining you doing that to him, choking on his cock before he grabs your hips and slaps your ass, entering your needy pussy in one hard thrust.

you practically crawl towards the laptop, eyes sultry and inviting before you pull the toy out of your mouth with a wet pop and throw a dazzling smile at the camera, as if you didn’t get ruined by a silicone cock a few moments before.

fuck. this is your best stream ever lizzy.

shiiit, wish you squirted all over my cock like that, sweet cheeks.

i’d pay to cum on that pretty face any time, liz.

you’re so fucking beautiful, can’t believe i can finally picture a face to jack off to every night.

the last comment makes you giggle; men really are one and the same, huh?

the cursor hovers over the bright red button, and before you press it, you speak to the camera and although it might sound like you’re talking to all of them, you’re really just talking to him.

“i hope you enjoyed the show, sir. but i wish it was your real cock that made me cum and squirt like that.”

with one last wink to the camera, you end the stream.

sakusa didn’t get to sleep that night—but you did. slept like a baby too, because of the hefty amount that dropped in your bank account after the stream ended.

mr. darcy was like that—he preferred to do things all in one go.

“i expect that all of you have finished the required readings. we will have a unit test tomorrow. class dismissed.”

you sigh in relief as you pack your things in your bag, glad that your class with him has ended. there are perks, you guess, of him being your only class on mondays because it means that you’d have enough time to recover from his snarkiness, and it doesn’t even matter that he’s attractive as hell.

sometimes you’re happy that you sit at the top of the auditorium (of course professor sakusa requested his classroom to be there) so that you can have more time engraving his alluring features in your mind, but other times—like now—you wish you sat right beside the door.

you’re about to make a run for it when his deep and melodic voice calls your name.

“i would like to talk to you about your performance,” sakusa says, but there’s a weight behind the last word, like there’s a double entendre. “what do you have to say about it?”

you tilt your head to the side, legs robotically descending the stairs. why is he asking this now? your heart’s pounding and you try to ground yourself, ironically thinking about him and his quirks.

he’s always wearing a mask—like he did when he was in high school, something you noticed in his pictures—outside of classrooms and you guess he’s a clean freak, which is evident with the clinical organization of his desk.

he’s prim and proper personified, or so you think.

“i-i think i’ve been doing w-well, sir.”

fuck, why did you stutter? your mental beration at your nervousness quickly dissipates when you hear your professor’s groan. eyes wide, you focus back on him and his fists are clenched as he shamelessly adjusts his slacks that are currently housing a very prominent bulge on his crotch.

before you know it, you’re standing before him and your nervousness shows itself once more. half rimmed glasses rest on the bridge of his perfect nose as his fingers reach for it, folding them as he places it on his desk.

his weight sits on the wide, dark red desk as his dark eyes bore into you while he neatly folds his sleeves up to his elbows. too afraid to make eye contact, you stare at the moles on his forehead, peeking behind the stray curls.

“yes, you’ve been doing well. very well, isn’t that right, lizzy?”

a choked gasp leaves you and you feel like you’re going to faint as a finger traces your cheek, jaw, then lower lip. there’s cotton in your ears and your heart is about to jump out of your chest when sakusa slips his thumb between your parted lips.

he pushes down on your tongue and you stare at him helplessly. his usual exasperated expression is replaced with something sinister, a smirk gracing his rosy lips.

“such a beautiful girl...skilled with her fingers, skilled with her mouth, definitely skilled with that pussy,” he whispers to himself, trailing off as his other hand sneaks under your skirt, resting on your ass. you shouldn’t have worn that pesky piece of clothing.

his thumb rubs your tongue for a few more moments and his large hand squeezes your ass, earning a broken squeak from you. he retracts them and crosses his arms over his chest. you follow his movements as you breathe heavily, eyes round at his corded forearms.

“p-professor, i-i don’t know what y-you’re talking about—”

“oh, but you do. i’m actually thrilled that you put my gift to good use, angel,”

he whispers, and with how quiet it is in the auditorium, he might as well have yelled because the implication of his words are ringing loudly in your ears.

like a predator, he slowly circles around you, the soles of his shoes softly clicking on the linoleum floor. you should run but it’s like your feet are cemented to the ground and all you can do is whisper in a tiny, broken voice.

“a-are you-are you going to report me?”

he raises one thick eyebrow as he stops in front of you. there’s a hint of confusion in his eyes and hope blooms in your chest and once again, you’re thankful that screenshots aren’t allowed by the website.

“you don't have solid proof that it's me,” you say with more conviction, hope brewing in your chest, but unfortunately, it quickly dies.

“that may be so, but you wouldn't want those kinds of allegations against you, no?” sakusa taunts you, his low voice suddenly appearing beside your ear.

“i could easily pass it off as an anonymous tip, they would never know it was me, their beloved professor sakusa kiyoomi.”

your breath hitches when you feel a rough and calloused hand, ghosting over your thigh underneath your skirt. sakusa smirks at your reaction, leaning closer to nibble on your earlobe.

“moreover, word will spread. people will be tempted to check your account; people you know, people that you may have been intimate with,” he continues, hot breath making you shiver.

his hand suddenly cups your mound, the heat emanating from your pussy making his cock twitch in his pants. you let out a soft cry as your body leans towards him, your chests touching.

his other hand wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him and crushing your body against his.

“taking screenshots may not be allowed and your streams disappear, but what about the pictures and videos that you post? they will definitely recognize that sexy and provocative body anywhere.”

you want to retort but it’s like your tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth and the only time you make any kind of sound is when sakusa touches you. pathetic.

“either way, your name still gets tarnished and my reputation would be clean as a slate. i’m the professor who has a camgirl student—not the one who watches her streams every friday night.”

sakusa’s thumb reaches for your cheek and wipes a tear that unknowingly escaped your eye. your vision is getting smaller and your professor’s dark eyes are the only thing you can clearly see.

“p-please tell me...what i-i can do for y-you to not say anything,” you stutter in the softest voice, and sakusa’s eyes flash at your whiny plea.

“your begging sounds even better in real life, sweetheart,” sakusa hisses, his middle finger teasing your covered slit as you whimper against his shoulder. “i think you know what i want.”

“i’ve been paying you good money. don’t you think i deserve to get the real deal?”

you whimper as his large hand puts pressure on your shoulder.

“get on your knees. don’t keep sir waiting.”

your lower lip trembles as you lower yourself to your bare knees, face to face with the growing bulge in his slacks.

sakusa leans against his desk, hands on either side of his frame as he stares at you from under his lashes. your shaking hands fumble with his belt, the sound of metal echoing in the empty room.

“where’s the confident girl that got fucked by my toy?” sakusa tuts, tilting his head to the side as his fingers tap on the wood, feigning disappointment.

you wince, but don’t bother replying because as you pull his pants and underwear down, his cock springs free and bobs against his covered abdomen.

he wasn’t lying about the toy. it’s definitely his size and shape, but facing the real thing? it leaves your mouth dry as you try to swallow the lump in your throat.

there’s a bead of pre-cum on his tip and sakusa holds his shaft, thumb smearing it over his head. he guides his cock to your lips, dragging his length across it, leaving a wet sheen.

“open up.”

your lips part obediently as sakusa’s other hand takes hold of your hair. his thick cock slowly enters your mouth, your jaw aching as it tries to accommodate his size.

you gag when he hits the back of your throat, balls resting against your chin. his thumb caresses your cheek as he coos at you and wipes at your fresh tears.

his cock is hot and heavy in your mouth, veins dragging along the sensitive skin. not giving you enough time to adjust to his length, he pulls your head until only the tip is inside and thrusts back into your mouth.

you choke as your hands fly to his strong thighs, attempting to cry out as his hips thrust harshly, mindlessly using your mouth as a fleshlight.

“i’ve waited so long to fuck this slutty mouth—shit,” sakusa groans, throwing his head back as he bobs you on his cock.

tears mix with your saliva and drool as it coats his length, making it glide easily inside of your mouth. your throat and jaw are aching, never had you sucked a cock this thick and long in your life and yet here you are, getting used like a sex toy for your professor’s pleasure.

he’s not shy about his volume, letting out loud groans and grunts as he fucks your mouth. in your peripheral vision, you can see that the blinds on the door are closed, but anyone can walk in and see your compromising position.

“fuck, i’m going to cum,” sakusa hisses, both of his hands taking hold of your hair. you moan around his cock, the vibrations making sakusa growl as he thrusts harder as your grip on his thighs tighten.

his dark eyes find yours, searing into you with his pretty pink lips parted as his balls tighten, slapping against your chin.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groans loudly, hips jerking as his cum shoots in your mouth. your whine is garbled as you forcefully swallow the viscous liquid.

sakusa’s seed is too much for you to take and some of it ends up seeping through the corners of your mouth as he slowly pulls out.

“don’t waste it, slut,” he says menacingly, and you whimper at the venom in his tone. he roughly wipes the mess around your mouth, long fingers pushing his cum between your lips.

you blink twice and next thing you know, your aching knees are relieved from the cold floor and you’re face down on his pristine desk, which is going to be ruined soon.

you can't deny that you’ve been dreaming about this for the longest time, but certainly not like this.

you’re too busy wallowing in your thoughts to realize that sakusa is flipping up your skirt, exposing your wet panties to the cold air of the room.

a loud crack rings across the room as his large hand comes down and smacks the globes of your ass. lurching forward on his desk, you yelp as the sting spreads throughout your body.

“you just sucked my cock and you’re already this wet? you really are a slut, huh?” he sneers, teeth nipping the skin of your ass before he spanks you again.

you whine as sakusa pulls your panties down your shaking legs, placing it on his desk as he spreads your cheeks, baring your pussy to his hungry eyes.

he catches you by surprise when he holds your leg, folding it as he places it on his desk. you whimper as you grip the edge of the table, embarrassed at how you’re so exposed to him.

he spits on your cunt, not giving you time to process what’s happening before his tongue licks one long and sloppy stripe on your folds.

your body instinctively jerks, crying out as you feel the warmth of his tongue against you. sakusa ignores your whines of protest as he skillfully avoids your clit, softly chuckling as you try to find the stimulation you need.

you end up moving your hips, trying to chase the movements of his tongue so it can flick against your aching clit until he abruptly pulls away, heavy hand coming down to slap your ass.

“did i tell you that you can move, hm?”

you whimper at his reprimanding tone, nails scraping on the wood when he slaps your ass again.

“a good student answers when she’s being asked,” he hisses, his hand connecting to your ass again, aching and warm from his spanks.

“n-no sir! you didn’t tell me to move!”

“exactly, but i think i’ve teased you long enough,” he hisses, finally standing up to his full height, cock hard again as he reaches out to wrap his hand on the back of your neck.

sakusa guides his cock towards your hole, breathing heavily as he feels the heat emanating from you. you exhale noisily, wondering if his dick will feel the same as the toy. probably not, because as much as you loved it, nothing beats the warmth and throb of a real cock.

you squirm when his tip slowly breaches past your muscle, soft whines leaving your lips as he stretches you. you’re so wrong; the toy is nothing compared to him. he feels bigger, and the veins on his shaft drag deliciously against your walls.

you can’t help but clench around him, which earns you a hiss and smack, making you moan loudly. there’s a bead of sweat on sakusa’s temple trailing down his neck that disappears into his chest, a few buttons undone to show off his fair and glistening skin.

heavy pants replace his words, too drunk on the way you’re taking him. both of you moan loudly when he finally bottoms out, his tip nudging your cervix as his forehead rests on your back, scrunching his nose when he feels your shirt soaked with sweat.

“s-sir, y-you’re too big.”

sakusa smirks at the delirium in your tone, cheek squished as you turn your head back to look at him, his curls wild and shining. he pays you no mind, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip, immediately setting up a brutal but rhythmic pace.

the articles on his desk shake and fall, smashing to the ground as he fucks you, practically pushing your body into the desk. the drag of the fabric on your hardened nipples sends a delicious tingle down your spine, making you shiver.

your moans increase in volume as your cheeks flame, hearing his heavy balls slap against your clit as he pulls your hips back and forth along his throbbing cock.

the humiliation of you creaming around your professor’s cock brings tears to your eyes but it quickly gets replaced by the delicious sting of him spanking your ass, complete filth coming out of his mouth—a jarring contrast to the way he usually talks during class.

“fuck yeah, i’ve been thinking about fucking this tight little pussy for the longest time.”

what was once soft but stern is now commanding and rough. it makes your head spin, moaning his title as your pussy sucks him in. who knew your professor had a dirty mouth on him?

it turns you on, as much as you hate to admit it, but you can’t help it. he feels so good and you can’t get enough of him. your body feels the same, rising on your trembling arms as your hips roll, pushing back on his cock.

“come on, that’s a good girl. my cock’s better than the toy i gave you, hmm?” sakusa coaxes you, thrusting harder when he sees you reciprocating his movements.

“definitely worth my money,” he growls in your ear, stopping you from moving as he takes control of your body once more.

shivering at the ice in his tone, you cry out as your hands instinctively fly to the back of your head where he has a death grip on your hair, tugging at your scalp.

“sir, please! harder!”

sakusa’s eyes flash, muscles rippling and tensing at the way you beg so pathetically for him. he’s a professor, and professors always want the best for their students.

“look at you, begging for my cock like a good. little. bitch.”

he punctuates the last three words with hard thrusts, burying himself so deep in your cunt that the desk is resting against the whiteboard.

a mixture of incoherent words and broken moans fall from your lips, your head falling forward when sakusa let go of your hair to hold your bruised hips again.

“are you going to cum for me?” he leans into your ear, biting the lobe as the slapping of skin and squelching of your pussy echo throughout the empty auditorium.

“fuck, yes! g-gonna cum!”

you wail, the knot in your stomach tightening the faster and harder sakusa fucks your leaking cunt.

“yeah? then cum,” he growls, hips losing their rhythm as they jerk, cock throbbing as thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your walls.

he groans your name just as your voice shakes, whimpering his title as your trembling bodies slowly stop moving, reveling in the haze of your orgasms.

soft cries and whimpers fall from your lips, wincing when you hear your mixed juices leak out of you, staining the once pristine desk.

you crash down on the desk, body limp and cheek squished as you breathe heavily, drool seeping from your parted mouth.

sakusa groans and bites his lip as he pulls out, drops of white dripping from his cock. you whine, squirming uncomfortably when more juices leaks from your battered pussy.

you crane your neck in his direction as his shaking arm reaches for the discarded panties beside you, inspecting the soiled fabric. your eyes practically bug out of your head when you see him put your panties in front of his nose with a loud satisfied inhale.

he grins at your dumbfounded expression when he wipes his cock with your underwear before tucking himself back into the confines of his pants, his zipper ringing loudly.

“i can’t get my slacks dirty, now can i?”

he says with a thick eyebrow raised before he pulls your leg, chuckling when he sees how much you’re still shaking.

kneeling on the floor, sakusa loops your legs through each hole, calloused hands dragging up your sweaty skin before they rest on the swells of your ass.

his large hands knead and caress the bruised skin, and he rises up to his full height as he looms over your ear.

“you’re wasting my cum by letting it fall to the floor.”

you let out a garbled sound, making him smirk as he watches you stand up straight with your knees wobbling.

he traps you between the desk and his thick frame as his hot breath ghosts the shell of your ear, biting it before he whispers in his low and husky voice, “don’t think that this is going to be a one-time thing.”

for good measure, he slaps your ass again, dark eyes gleaming when you stumble and yelp, bumping the table forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow at my office, miss bennet.”

[6:59 PM]

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Dirty Little Freak

Yaku x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Yaku is a lil perv, panty sniffing, panty stealing, filming, masturbation (male), no prep, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of breeding kink, reader takes control and takes the lead at first then Yaku takes control at the end

A/N: this is for my sweetheart @bokuroskitten’s a-are you filming this collab! Check out the amazing pieces here!

Tagging: @hqintheclub

Yaku knew this was wrong, you were his roommate for God’s sake!

His perfect roommate with the prettiest panties. Panties that carried your scent after long days.

Panties that helped him imagine you were there with him riding him or sitting on his face when he would stroke his cock or rut into a pillow. Moaning your name as softly as he could when he spilled all over his hands and abdomen.

Yaku knew it was wrong but it never stopped him. What’s life without a little risk?

All the possible scenarios ran through his mind whenever he scoured through your underwear drawer or your bin of laundry for a pair of your frilly panties. The names that you’d call him when you found him with a fistful of your underwear to his nose or even worse when he was soiling them with his cum after wrapping the soft fabric around his cock.

You’d probably kick him out, never want to see him or speak to him ever again. Those nights where you confided in him and got closer to him would all be thrown out the window. Forgotten.

You’d hate him.

Right?

So one day when you were out job hunting Yaku went to the laundry bin and took out a pair of red lacy panties, a color he always loved on your skin whether it was a red shirt or red lipstick. The panties made his mind wander to different fantasies of you wearing the matching set making his cock harder than ever.

Yaku got up and ran to his room jumping on the bed. He didn’t need to close the door since you were gone and would be gone all day so he could do whatever he wanted. He could moan your name as loudly as he wanted to.

He pulled his pants and boxers down, your panties still in his hand, his cock sprung up slapping against his abdomen. He spit on his hand and wrapped it around his cock bringing the soiled panties to his nose inhaling your scent. The more he sniffed the fabric the faster his hand moved along his length.

The pleasure numbed all his senses he couldn’t think of anything but you. He was so lost in pleasure he couldn’t even hear you walk in through the front door.

“I think at this rate I’m just gonna become a stripper, I’m too qualified or under qualified! It’s bull—Yaku?” You heard your name in broken whimpers and moans so you followed the noise.

You went further down the hallway, closer to his room and heard it all.

“Y/N, right there! Fuck just like that, Y/N. Gonna fuck all my cum into you, gonna take all my babies Y/N!”

Your curiosity got the best of you so you peeked your head in and the sight made you gasp pulling Yaku out of his pleasure filled trance.

His right hand was wrapped around his cock, the tip a deep red leaking precum but what was in his left hand shocked you the most. Through his knuckles you saw a familiar red lacy fabric.

Once he made eye contact with you he moved his left hand from his face and stuffed it under his pillow then lifted his blanket to try and cover himself.

You thought Yaku was cute but this sight just sparked something in you. Your legs moved before you could put a thought behind it, walking over to him and pulling his blanket down.

“Y-Y/N! What are you doing?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Yaku?” You spoke slowly removing different articles of clothing from your body, “didn’t you want to fuck all your cum into me? I think the real thing would be a lot better than your hand.”

Once you were in your panties you grabbed his phone from the nightstand and turned on the camera, setting it up and pressing record. Yaku’s eyes widened at your actions, stuttering on his own words not even able to form a coherent sentence in his thoughts.

“If you’re trying to ask if I’m recording this then the answer is yes, it’ll give you something else to jerk off to instead of using my panties. If that’s okay with you, if not I can stop it.”

His face heated up and burned as a deep blush coated his cheeks, he shyly nodded. This was one of his fantasies. At this point he felt like he was dreaming, just waiting for the moment where his alarm would wake him up. But it never came, it was all real.

You leaned down pressing your lips to his sliding your panties down your legs and tossing them to the side. You moved your hands along his body feeling every bump and ridge of his muscles, sliding your fingers down his neatly trimmed happy trail to wrap them around his cock. You pumped him a few times before breaking the kiss.

You rested your hands on his chest and lowered yourself onto his cock. Yaku tossed his head back at the feeling of your warm wet walls encasing his cock.

You lowered your hips to be flush against his grinding to adjust to his size. Little whimpers and groans leaving his lips.

Once you adjusted you started moving your hips slowly up and down his cock before starting to build a rhythm. Moans started tumbling from your lips.

Yaku didn’t know where to focus his gaze, your tits that bounced with every slight movement of your hips, your face where your mouth was slightly parted into the perfect “o” or the way your cunt swallowed him leaving a translucent creamy ring around his cock. He just reassured himself when he would rewatch the video he would have a multitude of focal points. Then came the next problem.

Where should he place his hands?

He wanted to have some control instead of you using him like a dildo attached to a body. He brought his hands to your body placing one on your hip and the other to your clit circling the swollen nub with his thumb.

You tossed your head back letting louder moans spill out, thighs twitching at the addition of his thumb on your clit. You bounced your hips faster angling them so the tip of his cock would hit your g spot. Once Yaku put together what was going on he started thrusting up, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip, hitting the spot that made your eyes roll back.

As you got closer to your orgasm the more Yaku hoped the camera could capture your beauty.

The way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration to chase your orgasm, the way your mouth dropped and tongue threatened to slip out, the way your chest heaved as you let out heavy breaths, it was all just perfect.

He thought he couldn’t see anything prettier until he saw you cum.

Whimpers and moans of his name, the low muttered thank yous that followed, the way your eyes fluttered shut.

The feeling of your cunt clenching his cock was heavenly, feeling your juices drip down his cock and balls was something he could only ever dream of.

“Y-Yaku please cum, need you to cum inside.”

You whimpered as you weakly bounced your hips moving up and down his cock with less fervor than before.

Yaku removed his hand from your clit and grabbed your hips flipping the two of you so you were on your back and he was on top. The action made you gasp but it quickly turned into a mess of moans the way he was pounding into you.

A pace so fast and so rough you were seeing stars. Yaku held one leg up to your chest with one hand as he reached over to grab his phone bringing the camera close to your face, capturing you in your full glory, eyes shut with some tears threatening to fall from your lash line, mouth open with some saliva spilling from the corners of your lips.

As his orgasm approached he moved the camera down taking in every inch of your naked body until he reached your cunt. Sucking him in with every thrust. Yaku pumped into you a few more times before cumming inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He brought the camera closer to your cunt as he pulled out, hoping it caught the small whimper you let out at the loss of his cock.

On the screen the camera caught his cum spilling out of your spent cunt, he kept the camera there for a little bit before stopping the video and laying next to you.

He pulled you to his chest pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry about your panties I just—”

“Don't apologize, if I didn’t catch you then we wouldn’t be here” you lifted yourself from his chest to peck his lips pulling away with a smirk.

“So, is there anything else you’ve been stealing from me?”

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