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nanaslutt · 5 months

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Lol I just keep thinking about perv!geto taking her on a proper date for once lmao

PervyRoomate!Geto x reader

note: i have a running series of perv!geto u can find here // but you can read this w/ out context :3

Contains: fem reader, sex toys, exhibitionism, sexual tension, teasing, possessive!Suguru, fingering, car shenanigans, humiliation, degradation, praise, an unhealthy amount of dirty talk, Suguru has a big dick, nipple play, panty stealing, talk of masturbation, belly bulge if you squint, creampie,

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A knock was rapped on your wooden door, interrupting a very important part of the drama you were currently watching. "What?" You yelled from your bed, not taking your eyes off the messy breakup scene in front of you. Your door squeaked open to reveal a handsome Suguru, looking too dressed up at 3pm on a Friday. He wasn't adorned in anything particularly fancy, but you weren't really used to seeing him in anything other than grey joggers and some band t-shirt.

You gave him a quick one over, admiring the black slacks that fit his thighs too well, the white button-up shirt he had tucked into them, and a like-new looking belt that was half on, as his fingers made quick work to thread the prong through the belt hole. "What are you doing? I told you I was taking you out tonight." He said, raising his eyebrows. It's not that you looked bad, but you weren't exactly ready for five-star cuisine in your booty shorts and tank top. "Riiight.. are you ready to go? or?" You asked, looking around the room in confusion before your eyes landed on his.

When he finished looping the belt through the buckle, he crossed his arms and leaned against his doorframe, smirking at you. "Get that disgusting look off your face," you cringed at him, pushing your laptop aside as you pulled your body up to sit crisscross on your bed. "I'm not taking you to McDonalds baby." He laughed, confusing you even more. "Okayy.. so where are we going?" you asked. You fully expected him to name some sit-down diner that was one or two marks fancier than a Mcdonald's, but you weren't expecting him to name the most expensive and highly rated restaurant in town.

Your mouth fell agape as you stood watching the dark-haired man in the doorway laugh at you. "Don't take offense to this, but you're not exactly the most wealthy person I know." You said, still looking at him in disbelief. "If Gojo asked me out to this place, sure, that might sound a little more realis-" "Don't talk about that idiot taking you out in front of me." Geto interrupted, uncrossing his legs as he shoved his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes, giving you a smile that did little to cover up his animosity.

Ever since you and Geto had started fucking around pretty regularly, you have noticed a change in his demeanor whenever Gojo would hit on you. It wasn't like it was anything new, Gojo has been hitting on you for years, for as long as Geto has been bringing him around, you think. Before you and Suguru started hooking up, whenever Gojo would flirt with you he would brush the white-haired man off for the most part, maybe give him a scoff or incredulous look if his attempt at a pickup line was really that horrid on the ears.

Recently though, whenever Gojo tried to hit on you, or his touch would linger a little longer than it should, Geto was quick to intervene. Putting himself between the two of you physically, or butting into the conversation to shut down his attempts. Geto knew you weren't interested in Gojo in the slightest, but he couldn't help but feel that greed-eyed monster of jealousy bubble up inside him whenever you laughed a little too hard at his jokes, or in this case, brought him up in conversation unprovoked.

"Sorry~ Didnt realize he was such a sore subject for you.." You teased, "Unriquitted love, maybe?" He knew you were trying to push his buttons, but you weren't far off. Just not in the way you were thinking, because he sure as hell wasn't interested in Gojo like that either. He sighed, before gripping something in his pocket and pulling it out of his pants, keeping it concealed in his fist.

"Anyways, I don't even know what I would wear to this place!" You said exasperated, glancing over to rake your eyes through your closet to see if anything caught your eye. Without making a sound, Geto slipped out of the room and quickly returned with a dark red bag, tossing it into your lap and landing it perfectly between your crossed legs. You peeked inside the bag and saw some sort of black fabric, you crunched your eyebrows together, looking back up at him. "Wear that." He said, his smirk returning to his face.

Your lips dropped open slightly, a small gap being created between your lips. "Sugu.. If you robbed a bank you know I would never tell anyone.. right?" You said, all too seriously. The man burst out in laughter, "Fuck! I'm not as broke as you think!" He spoke through his laughter, holding his hand over his chest. "Just got a raise at work is all, couldn't think of a better way to spend my first fat check." He crossed his arms again, keeping the one fist balled up as he did so.

"Oh shit, congratulations Sugu! I'm actually not a great liar so I probably would've told someone about the whole robbing a bank thing." You said, clicking your tongue, "Sorry." He giggled at your words, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I know." He spoke, watching your face beam as you pulled out the beautiful black dress he bought you. "Oh yeah, bought just the thing to wear with that too." He smiled in faux innocence, unballing his fist he dangled a pair of skimpy, black lace panties in front of him.

They weren't just any panties though, you could see on the crotch of those panties that would be pressed against your cunt, a flat teardrop-shaped silicone vibrator adorned the fabric. Your jaw really dropped now as you stared at the piece in disbelief. He wasn't really expecting you to wear remote-controlled panties in the fanciest restaurant in town, right? "Pretty, huh?" His voice filled the room when you didn't react. "You never change, huh?" You sighed, holding your hand out in front of you as he tossed the panties over to where you sat.

A big part of you thought this was a horrible idea, knowing how sensitive you are, but another, less rational part of you couldn't help but get excited at the thought of Suguru having full control of getting you off with a little remote control in his pocket, while the two of you dined in the fanciest atmosphere you had yet to immerse yourself in. "Pervert." You said, looking up at him under your lashes as you stretched the panties between your fingers, admiring how well made they were.

Suguru giggled, walking over to the bed you sat on, his knees bumping into the mattress as he reached out and took the panties away from you. "Hey-" "Need some help putting them on?" He asked, twirling them around on his finger. You scoffed, "Suguru, why would I need help putting on a pair of panties, just-" You tried and failed to snatch them back from his hands as he yanked them out of your reach. "You sure?" He said, continuing to twirl them as he started to back out of the room with a mischievous grin on his face. You threw your hand up in the air in defeat, giving him a 'what the hell' look before he closed the door behind him on the way out.

"How am I supposed to wear them tonight if you just kidnapped them!!" You yelled through the door, hearing his footsteps descend further away from you. With a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself off of your comfortable mattress and began getting ready for the night ahead of you.

Smoothing out your dress in the mirror, you turned your body around and checked out your own ass in the mirror, and lord was it an ass to behold. It's like Suguru had taken your measurements in the middle of the night to make sure this dress absolutely fitted your figure in the most flattering way; honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he did. You absolutely wouldn't be mad that's for sure. You had done up your hair and face and adorned your feet with the nicest pair of black heels you owned. You looked absolutely perfect to the unknowing eye.. the only thing missing? Your panties. The absence of something hugging you down there made you feel a little vulnerable, but otherwise, you felt perfect.

After a quick one-over to make sure everything was as it should be on your figure, you stepped out of your room, shutting off the lights and closing the door as you left. Your heels clicked on the wooden floor as you made your way into the living room, where Geto had splayed himself out on your shared couch. His big thighs spread wide on the cushions, his arms spread out behind him on the back of the couch. He looked edible; the way his pecs were pressed tightly against his shirt from how he was stretching his arms apart made you want to pounce on him and play with his massive chest; who was the pervert now?

Right when you finished checking the man out, he noticed your presence, tilting his head to the side, his eyes doubled in size, his eyebrows raising to make room for them. He let his head fall back on the couch, a grin spreading across his face as he raked his eyes over your body before his eyes settled on yours, giving you a whistle. "Yeah, I chose the right dress, you look fucking edible." He complimented, licking his bottom lip before he briefly took it into his mouth.

"Wait till you see my ass." You teased, placing your hand on your hip and tipping your head at him. "Oh yeah?" Geto raised an eyebrow challengingly. Tipping his chin down he stood from his spot on the couch, heavy steps walking over to where you stood in the entrance of the living room. He stuck his hand out to you, signaling for you to grab it. "Give me a spin baby," Geto whispered into the quiet room, the tv playing some unimportant show in the background as you placed your hand in his. He lifted your arm, slowly spinning you around, making sure to get a good look at your ass in the dress.

He whisted again, "Oh yeah~ fucking perfect." He said, spinning you back around to face him again as he released your hand and fished for something in his pocket. "Only missing one thing~" He said, raising his eyebrows at you knowingly. "Yeah, gimmie that shit, feels weird with nothing down there." You said, holding your hand out to him. "Nuh-uh," He said, tsking at you. You scrunched your eyebrows at him in annoyance. Though he didn't give you much time to pout as he dropped on one knee, opening up the leg holes of the panties for you to step in as his eyes watched your expression from the floor.

You felt your face heat up, this position was so intimate it flustered you. "H-huh?" was the only thing you could muster. "C'mon, we gotta get going if we wanna make out reservation on time." He cooed, nodding his head at you. "Do I just-" You started, raising your heel-clad foot from the floor as you poked it into the hole of the panties. "Mhm.. and here I thought you said you didn't need any help putting your panties on?" He teased, washing away some of your embarrassment as it was replaced with irritation.

You kept quiet, stepping into the other hole of the panties and letting him slide the material up your body teasingly. He rose from his position on the floor, standing in front of you in his entirety as he kept his eyes on his hands, where he was moving the cloth up your body. The dress was being bunched up to your mid-thigh, and would soon rest on your hips the higher he dragged the panties up. Once he saw your cunt come into view, the panties only centimeters from touching your throbbing clit, he gazed back up into your eyes, watching your reaction closely.

You swallowed whatever saliva was still in your day mouth, keeping your eyes on his. He watched your eyes flutter, your nose sucking in a breath as he pulled the panties up to your hips, the cold silicone being pressed against your cunt and creating a delicious friction between your legs. Smirking, Suguru slid your dress back down your thighs and smoothed it out before placing his hands on the small of your waist and caressing the skin there. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling yourself throb between your legs with the added pressure and the intensity in which he was staring at you.

"How's that feel?" He said, sliding his hands up and down the sides of your body before sliding his hands to your ass and gripping the fat there, simultaneously pressing your body closer to his, his knee sliding between yours and making the dress wrinkle at the bottom. "Feels good." You nod. Geto tilted his head down, looking between your lips and eyes as one of his hands left your waist to dig in his pockets, out of your view. "Yeah?" He said, licking his lips. "Let's just make sure everything is in working order before we go, yeah?" He whispered agaisnt your lips, neither of you daring to close the distance.

The tension was thick in the air when you nodded, the man in front of you mimicking your nod, whispering a quiet yeah. Your breath hitched in your throat, your legs wobbling slightly when you felt the soft vibration tickle against your clit. Geto's jaw dropped as he watched your reaction to the toy buzzing against your sensitive bud. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head before closing completely when he upped the intensity of the vibrations. "It hittin' the right spot?" He asked, leaning in to whisper against your neck when you tipped it back.

"You let him pull your body tighter against his own, his knee pressing against the toy against your cunt, increasing the feeling as you let your jaw drop, moaning quietly into the air as he left soft, barely-there kisses against your throat. "Y-yes, it's on the right spot." You confirmed. Your legs felt like jello at the stimulation combined with how palpable the tension filling the room was. "Vibrating on 'ur little clit?" You knew he knew how much his voice turned you on, and fuck was it turning you on. "Yes," you whimpered breathily, squeezing your thighs around his larger one between your legs.

"Bet it feels so good." He said, biting your neck gently before pulling away to look at your face, expression painted with lust. You just gave him a nod, gasping as you started to rock yourself on his thigh. "Oh~ Horny girll~" He teased, pulling his body back to watch you hump slowly along his toned thigh. Just when you were falling into a rhythm, the buzzing stopped. When you cracked your eyes open to scold him, you were met with a cocky-looking Geto, smiling mischievously at you. You sighed, realizing how the rest of the night was going to go.

"Oh my, look at the time!" He said dramatically, holding the expensive watch Gojo got him for his most recent birthday out in front of him. "There are no batteries in that watch, Suguru." You call him out, deadpanning. "I'm all-knowing, I don't need a watch to tell me we're going to be late if we don't leave now." He said, patting your ass before he pulled away, you instantly missed the pressure his knee brought between your thighs.

The ride to the restaurant was short but dreadful. He had kept his warm hand on your thigh the entire time, rubbing his thumb teasingly against the inside of your leg, slowly rubbing higher and higher, making you think he was going to touch you, but he ultimately pulled away. You kept waiting to feel the vibration against your clit, but it never came. You just throbbed pathetically with no relief in sight during the ten-or-so-minute drive, although your increased arousal made it feel like hours.

He patted his hand on your thigh when he parked the car, turning his head to look at your hot and bothered face, giving you a charming smile before killing the engine and sliding out of his driver's seat, ordering you not to move before he shut the door. Your roommate popped open your door, holding his hand out for you to help you out of the car. "Such a gentleman." You said, half sarcastically. He smirked, closing the door behind you. He felt his heard skip a beat when you laced your arm with his as the two of you made a short stroll towards the establishment.

Even the outside of the building called you poor in twenty different languages. It was lit up beautifully, the tinted windows giving you a little peek at the rich interior of the building. "You nervous?" He asked as the two of you approached the door. "A little, I've never been somewhere so fancy before." You replied honestly. "Yeah? Just stay close to me, all you gotta do is stay on my arm and look pretty." He cooed.

Geto's confidant demeanor made you hot in the face and other places. You felt like a trophy he was showing off to the world, his confidence rubbing off on you as the two of you walked into the establishment. You approached the man in the front, dressed in a full suit, taking reservation names before you were seated. Geto didn't miss the way the blonde young man blushed as he gave you a one-over, admiring your body before clearing his throat and asking Geto for the name on the reservation. You were too busy looking around the establishment to notice the man's glances, but you did feel Geto's arm squeeze tighter around yours.

"R-right this way." He said, bowing his arm in front of him before starting a trail to the semi-secluded table he would bring you to. The lights hanging above the tables were dim and elegant, it felt strangely warm and comfortable, making you relax your shoulders. "I think our host has a little crush on you~" Geto whispered into your ear, making you jolt out of your daze. "H-huh?" You said, looking up at the dark-haired man in confusion. "You really are so oblivious." He said, giggling, "Someone might try to eat you up one day, you should be more aware." His word irritated you for some reason, but then again, everything he did irritated you.

"Asshole, I'm self-aware. Not everyone is a pervert like you." You spat, averting your gaze to the back of the host boy as you continued your pace to the table. "You'd be surprised." Was the last thing Geto said before the host stopped in front of you, raising his arm out to the table, signaling the two of you to sit. "Thank you." You said to the host, your eye contact making the young man blush as he nodded and said a quick, "My pleasure." before leaving.

"Oh, he's so into you." Geto giggled, sliding into the booth. The seating he gave you looked to be the most beautiful in the restaurant. He had sat you in the corner of the room, a beautiful vintage-looking red light hung between the two of you, the window immediately to your left giving you a view of the Holiday-esc decorated street, twinkling with white lights and garland. You ignored his comment, taking in the scenery as you relaxed into the comfortable cushion, almost forgetting about the toy hiding inside your panties.

"It's so beautiful, Suguru." You said. He fully expected you to curse him out for the comment about the host, so when he received this response instead he was quite taken aback. At that moment he felt his heart race in his chest, but simultaneously a feeling of sadness crept over him. He wished he could afford to take you to places like this more often. Maybe if you were with someone like Satoru, you would get to experience this more. "Suguru?" You called out to him, tilting your head at his far away look.

"Sorry," He replied, being snapped out of his stupor, looking back to you. You looked so beautiful under the dim glow of the red-tinted lights, he wanted to lean across the table and take your lips against his. "It is beautiful." He agreed. You still felt like something was off, but his mood didn't seem odd enough to ruin the night, so you let it be for now. "What made you want to take me here?" You asked, glancing through the wine menu in front of you. He smirked at you, "What, you don't like it? I thought it was beautiful." He teased.

You kicked his shin gently under the table. "Don't be dumb, of course I like it. I've just never been to a place with a set menu before.. and I don't think you have either." You smiled at him. "I've been to a place like this with Satoru before, just once, It seemed like somewhere you deserve to be taken." He answered honestly, grabbing the wine menu to look at himself when you slid it across the wite tablecloth. His words made you blush, you silently thanked the owner of the restaurant for choosing the red lights, it was saving you the embarrassment of Geto pointing out your flushed face.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but you know I love this just as much as when you take me to get McDonald's you know." You giggled. You were sure if anyone around you had heard the comparison of this establishment to a place light McDonalds, their heads might screw off in astonishment. Your words eased the self consciousness in his chest, only you would say something like that. "Plus, I might start acting spoiled if I don't be careful about coming to places like this." You giggled, making him smile.

"What if I want you to be spoiled?" He responded, his tone making you squeeze your thighs together under the table. "You spoil me enough, Suguru." You respond, your sultry voice uttering his name made his pants feel tight. The mood was quickly shifting from romantic to a more lust-filled one. "Yeah?" He responded, slipping his hand into his pant pocket to find the remote connected to the panties, just rubbing his thumb around the button. You nodded, poking his shin with the tip of your heel under the table, your flirty ministrations being hidden by the long white tablecloth.

"How so?" He asked, tilting his head as he pressed the on button of the vibrator, sending a dull vibration against your clit. He watched your eyes flutter at the stimulation, humming out a "hmm?" when he did so. "You're spoiling me r-right now. Always thinking of ways to make me f-feel good." You replied, taking deep breaths to ensure a whine wouldn't slip out. "Am I?" He replied, leaning back against the booth, upping the vibration with the remote in his pants as he watched you jerk forward.

"Suguru-" You wined quietly, biting your lip as you squeezed your thighs together. "Feel good when you cross your legs, baby?" He whispered, leaning his forearms on the table as he tried to look at your expression from your head tipped forward, eyes shut at the intensity. You didn't know how he knew you were crossing your legs, but you nodded in response anyway. "The waiter is coming baby, pull yourself together." He whispered before sitting back, averting his gaze from you as he watched a new man approach your table. You grit your teeth in irritation, if he really wanted you to 'pull yourself together' he would stop the toy.

You swallowed hard, trying to take steady deep breaths into your lungs, smiling at the nice-looking waiter as he approached the table. "What do you want to drink, honey~" He cooed, egging you on by using the ridiculous pet name. The moment you opened your mouth to speak, he upped the vibration twice, making your body jerk forward. Of course, the waiter just had to ask if you were alright. "Yeah, you alright?" Geto chimed in, hiding his smile with faux concern on his face. You waved your hands in front of yourself, "Hiccups." You said, trying to muster up a smile as you glared at the dark-haired man across the table from you.

"Ill order, we'll take the-" Geto's voice faded out as he interacted with the waitor as you bit your tongue, your stomach clenching at each vibration, feeling yourself drip into the panties. You placed your elbow on the table when the man walked away, squeezing your eyes shut you covered your mouth, moans occasionally being muffled against your hand. "Fuck, that was so hot." Geto laughed, feeling himself twitch in his pants. You looked up at him once you cracked your eyes open again, eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure as your thighs squeezed tightly against one another.

"I'll give you a break." He said, reaching into his pocket he switched off the remote, making your muscles unclench as your hand fell from your mouth, gasping as quietly as you could into the air. Geto pulled the tablecloth over his lap so he could grope himself over his pants without anyone seeing him act so indecently. You had no smart remarks left in your brain, you weren't sure if Geto knew how close you had just been to cumming in front of the waitor, but with how breathless he looked you thought he might've had some idea.

You were the one with a toy pressed against your most sensitive spot right now, but just from seeing your reactions alone, Geto was feeling all hot and bothered. Every time you inhaled sharply or your body jerked, he felt his cock leak into his boxers. "Is this okay?" He asked, continuing to rub his cock slowly, giving himself some sort of relief. You nodded, your expression very obviously coated in lust.

"Good, this shit is making me so hard you know that?" He confessed, looking into your eyes. You forced a smile through the arousal, "Maybe next time, you should be the one with a vibrator on your cock." You teased, making him laugh through a groan. "Yeah, might have to let me borrow those panties when you're done here." You clenched your thighs together at the thought of a big strong Suguru with dainty panties pressed against his hard cock, undoubtedly most of his length would be poking out through the top of the panties, and that just fueled your arousal even more.

"Suguru." You wined, covering your mouth once more, he tilted his head at you, feeling you run your leg up his shin, teasing higher and higher as you stroked your heel-clad foot on his thigh, making him hiss in a breath, abandoning the hand on his cock and placing it on the cushion next to him. "Turn it on." You said from behind your hand, looking into his eyes with half-lidded ones. The way you were getting so into this made his face feel hot, his cock twitching under his pants when he felt the tip of your heel press softly against his balls.

He listened to your instruction, switching the vibration on once more, you sucked in a breath, continuing to rub your foot against his crotch. "So naughty." He giggled through his arousal, watching you swallow hard at how good the vibration felt. "Your wine," A voice came out of nowhere, catching the two of you off guard as the waitor seemed to appear out of thin air, filling your glass with the red liquid before repeating the same to Geto. Your heart was racing out of your chest, quickly you snapped out of whatever horny trance you had been in, retracting your foot from Geto's crotch you crossed your legs once more.

Geto smiled at you as you watched the waitor pour the wine, feeling the throbbing in his pants intensify with the loss of your foot on his cock. "Came to your senses?" Geto giggled, switching off the vibrator so you could relax once more. You blushed, embarrassed about how shameless you had just been. You had almost completely forgotten you were in public. "You make me lose them." You said, the vein on your forehead popping out at his audacity. He laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand.

You welcomed the feeling, feeling your irritation wash away. "Sorry, truly, didn't mean to embarrass you, sweetheart." He said, smiling more authentically at your face, still screwed in annoyance. You sighed, his charm melting away your annoyance, "It's fine, dude came outta fuckin' nowhere." You complained, pouting. Geto laughed, "I didn't notice him either, sneaky bastard." His shared animosity made you laugh, easing your nerves as the two of you fell into a comfortable conversation.

The rest of the dinner had gone smoothly, the two of you almost completely forgetting about the vibrating panties as you immersed yourself in the conversation, that was until the desert was brought out. Vanilla ice cream and some fancy-looking dessert next to it, looking too pretty to eat. The both of you thanked the waiter, plastering smiles on your faces until he walked out of view. "Suguru I cant do it." "Fuck I'm so glad you said something, I need to take my belt off before I explode.. and it's not for the reason it normally is when I'm with you." He said seriously, making you laugh.

"This place is so expensive though, I feel bad just leaving this here untouched." You said, raking your eyes over the dessert. "Don't force yourself." He said, rubbing his hand over his bloated tummy. There had been 5 courses, they weren't relatively big alone, but after eating so many little dishes you were feeling like you were at your limit. They had all brought flavors you had never tasted before and never thought you would taste, so you couldn't help but think the same would be true about this desert, you didn't want to miss out.

"If you feed me I think I can do it." You teased, sticking your tongue out for the man in front of you. "Fuck." He laughed, feeling his now semi-hard cock twitch to life in his pants. "Might need to take my belt off for that other reason soon." Geto huffed out a laugh, making you giggle with your tongue out as he scooped some of the vanilla ice cream onto the spoon. "Ahhh~" He said, making you repeat the noise as he placed the spoon in your mouth and focused on your plush-looking lips that wrapped around the spoon and licked the cold cream off the spoon.

He pulled it back, sliding the spoon upwards to make sure you swallowed up everything. When he pulled it away, he noticed some of the white liquid smear against your bottom lip, his cock twitched with interest at how similar it looked to another white substance he frequently saw on your lips. Wordlessly he reached across the table and wiped his thumb against your lip, collecting the white liquid and bringing it back to his own mouth, licking it off.

You felt your heart speed up, a pulse could be felt between your legs as you watched him take his own thumb into his mouth and suck sensually, all while keeping his eyes locked onto yours, before popping it out of his mouth. "Sweet." He said. You felt your lip quiver, taking in a shaky breath you whispered. "Get the check." The man stood without another word, opening his wallet, he slapped a couple twenties onto the white cloth before tucking it back into his pants and grabbing your hand, dragging you out of the booth. "Pre-paid." He said, holding the small of your waist as he led the two of you to the entrance of the restaurant.

You looked down at Geto's slacks as the two of you made quick work to exit. The bulge in his pants was very evident to anyone with a pair of working eyes, glancing up at his face he seemed like he couldn't care less as he kept his sights on the trail in front of him. The two of you walked right past the young blonde man who had led you to your table. The man's face turned a deep shade of crimson when Geto grabbed a handful of your ass and looked back to wink at the boy, undoubtably his own pants had tented at the shameless display of Geto's claim on you.

The cold air felt relieving once the two of you made it outside, easing the burning heat your cheeks were experiencing. "I wanted to treat you like a lady tonight but you make me lose control when I'm around you, know that?" He confessed, keeping his eyes glued in front of him as his car came into view. "Were the vibrating panties part of you treating me like a lady?" You teased, looking up at him. "Maybe not, saw them in the window of some sex shop on the way home last night." He said, finally reaching the car. He gave your ass one last squeeze before he opened the door for you and helped you inside.

"Cant help it, just wanna slut you out every chance I get." He said, winking at you before he shut the door softly, leaving you flustered as you crossed your hands in your lap, waiting for him to enter the car. You gasped when you felt the vibration start up suddenly, moments later Geto's door popped open and he slid inside, keeping the car off as he shut the door behind him. Leaning into your face, he placed his hand on the side of your soft cheek, "Cmere baby." He whispered before he connected your lips together.

You moaned against his lips, his other hand coming to rub against your clothed cunt, pressing the vibrator harder against you. He was panting into the kiss, the exchange was filled with teeth and tongue as he devoured you with his lips. Your hands came up to wrap around his wrist that held your face, making him hum against your lips. Your moans into the kiss increased in volume as he frantically rubbed back and forth against the vibrator, simultaneously making the silicone rub your clit, creating a heavenly feeling.

"Want you to cum right here in my car before we leave, need to see you cum." Geto panted against your lips, making you wine. He was throbbing in his pants, there was nothing he needed more in this moment than to see you fall apart on his fingers and the vibrator he got you, wearing the dress he bought you. You moaned into the kiss, tangling your tongue with his as you felt your orgasm creep up on you alarmingly fast. You dug your nails into his wrist, arching your back your legs spread themselves apart instinctually as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.

"Sug-uru- Sugu-" You moaned his name breathlessly against his lips, he knew you were about to cum. He kept the same pace and pressure against you as your hips started bucking into his hand to get yourself there. "Take it baby- take it cmon-" He whispered against your lips. He moved his kisses to the side of your mouth and cheek when you became unable to kiss him back, your jaw going slack as the dam broke and you came hard against the vibrator.

His hand gripped your thigh hard, his nails digging into the fat as he moaned with you as you came. He felt lightheaded watching your body jerk and spasm in his hold. "Yeah, that's my girl~ good fucking girl~" He praised, continuing to rub your clit as he worked you through the last shocks of your orgasm. Once you came down from your high and your brain started functioning regularly again, you registered his words in your head. 'my girl' the words echoed over and over in your head.

Surely those words were only uttered from the heat of the moment, but it sure as hell sounded nice rolling off his tongue. You pushed his hand away in overstimulation as the vibration continued, making you twitch against the car seats. "Sorry baby, I got you." He whispered, pulling away from your face he reached into his pocket and switched the vibrator off. "I feel better now." He said, making you come to your senses as you giggled. "You?" You said incredulously. "It makes me feel good to make you cum, you should know that by now." He said honestly.

You believed his words wholeheartedly. His cock was still rock hard and twitching in his pants but he did look more relieved than he did when he first pulled you into the car. His breath had evened out too. "Want me to suck you off while you drive us home?" You asked, glancing between his hard-on poking through his pants and his handsome face. He laughed, "Such a vulgar mouth you have, roomie." He teased, grabbing your face he squshed your cheeks together, shaking your head back and forth. "I plan to fuck you nice and good when we get home if that sounds okay with you, so I can wait."

You nodded frantically, he didn't have to look over at you to know your answer, your head shaking his arm with the intensity with which you nodded. "You're so sweet, yknow that?" He said, his words catching you off guard. "Why are you bein' so sappy? Got a crush on me?" You joked, not expecting the silence that followed as he released your face as started the car, signaling before he pulled out into the dark street, heading for your shared apartment.

You looked over to Geto's face and noticed a light blush dusting his cheeks every time he drove under a streetlight, illuminating his features. You suddenly felt very self-conscious, your own cheeks heating up the longer he took to respond. "Oh." You said, turning your body to face the street as you gazed out through the window. "I'm not asking you to like me back sweet cheeks, just keep hanging out with me and I'll survive." He said.

Your heart was racing, you felt dizzy and slightly nauseous. It made sense that he liked you, the two of you had been living together for years, you spent more time with him more than anyone else you knew, and you had been hooking up for a couple of months now, it made sense that he had feelings for you. It's not like his feelings weren't reciprocated, you started noticing your heart pick up around him a couple months ago, right after the two of you started hooking up.

You had chalked it up to being arousal or lust, noticing how the strange feeling became stronger when he touched you or spoke to you. You realized quickly that this was not just lust, you were in fact very in love with your roommate. He did look like he had been chiseled by the gods themselves, and he had a lovely (for the most part) personality to match, he was funny, he cared about your well-being, he took care of you when you were sick, cuddled with you, gave you the dick of your life- he was everything you could've ever wanted and more.

"Can you say something though, you're making me feel embarrassed." His voice broke through the deafening silence, breaking you out of your stupor. You didn't realize the two of you had already been driving for so long, your apartment coming into view as he pulled into the parking spot in front of your building. Say something, say something, this is your chance, say something idiot just- Geto was internally panicking, he regretted leaving his answer so ambiguous, he should've just said "Of course not~" When you asked if he liked you, fuck he was such an idiot, he just ruined your relationship he was sure of it.

Surely you wouldn't feel comfortable living in the same house with someone who was in love with you, of course, that would be uncomfortable, fuck. Was it too late to say he was joking? Shit. Maybe you would move out, god- he felt sick, he wanted to get out of the car and run away, excape this awkward atmosphere, and just-

Your lips were on his, you were kissing him, you had your hands on his thighs and you were kissing him. "Sorry." You pulled away. "I- I'm not good with this kinda stuff but I had to do something." He registered your voice speak to him. "I uh- I like you too." You blushed, looking at the scenery outside the car, counting the tiles on your building, anything to avoid his eyes. "I almost jumped out of the window, never do that shit again." He said, sighing the heaviest sigh one man has ever sighed.

You burst out into laughter, "Sorry, wasn't exactly expecting you to confess your love when I was harmlessly teasing you~" You said, squinting your eyes at him. He swallowed hard, your hands on his thighs suddenly burning with an indescribable heat against his skin. "Can I take you inside and fuck you now? Think I might die If I don't get inside you soon." he whispered into the silent car.

Your back slammed into the door of your apartment, muffled moans and breaths mingling between the two of you as Geto wrappped a large arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his body, his other digging in his pocket to fish out the key and get the two of you inside. "Geto-" You moaned against his lips, "Hurry." You don't think you've ever felt this hot and bothered in your life. You frantically unbuttoned his shirt, his bare chest being exposed to the open air as you made quick work of his belt while he blindly inserted the key into the door and twisted it open.

The two of you almost crashed to the ground when the door opened behind you, stumbling inside Geto slammed the door shut and locked it behind you, working his hands on the back of your dress he uncliped the hook at the top and slid the garment in one swipe off of your body, leaving you clad in just the panties. "No bra?" He breathed against your lips, feeling his hand come into contact with nothing but your skin when he instinctively went to unclasp your bra. "Thought we might end up like this~" You whispered agaisnt his lips, yanking his belt through the loops of his pants and throwing it somewhere in the room.

He lifted you from under your thighs, kissing and biting your neck frantically as he walked you to the familiar path to his room. You pressed the back of his neck agaisnt you, tangling your hands in his long hair while he kicked open his door and took long strides to the bed, throwing you down on it, making you bounce against his mattress. Geto breathed heavily, unbuttoning his pants with one hand he crawled onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs and welcoming yours that wrapped around his as he slid his pants off in the process, leaving the both of you only clad in your undergarments.

He placed one hand on your neck and pressed you into the bed, his lips chasing yours as he kissed you needily. You made a sound of discomfort against his lips, feeling something rough on your lower back. You pulled away from the kiss briefly to reach under your back and move whatever was irritating your skin. You didn't expect to pull out a pair of your panties, stiffer than you remember them being, from behind your back, more importantly, you didn't expect to see them in Geto's bed.

"Geto I am right here," you said, deadpanning, holding the cum soaked panties to the side of you. He smiled, taking the panties from your hand he tucked them under his pillow, "You wouldn't get it~" He said, tipping your head to the side he dropped his head to your neck, moving his hand out of the way a bit so he could leave hickeys on your skin. You gasped, "N-no I don't, why keep stealing my p-panties and cumming on them when you can walk ten feet down the hall and fuck me?" You asked, your breath picking up when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"It's the thrill." He says, biting your neck before soothing over the same spot with his tongue, easing the sting. "Sneaking around and stealing your panties-" kiss "when you have no idea," kiss "Gets me off so hard." He explains. "You're s-such a pervert." You whine, and yet feel yourself clench around nothing at his words. "That shit too." He says, gripping your naked tighter in his hold. "Love when you tell me how nasty I am, keep doing it." He instructs, moving his lips down to take your nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

"Fuck- Suguru-" You moan, bucking your hips up into his, simultaneously wrapping your legs around him tighter. "Tell me, baby, tell me how dirty I am." He speaks, the words coming out muffled around your nipple, the vibration of his words tingling through your hardened bud and making you drip between your thighs. "Y-you're such a filthy pervert S-suguru." You say, immediately getting a loud groan of approval from him, his hips humping into your own, the bulge in his pants being rubbed just right against your clit.

"Yeah?" He moans, releasing your nipple with a lewd pop as he switches to the other one, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, feeling it harden in his mouth. "Yeah, baby- s-so nasty stealin' my panties and makin' a m-mess all over them." He groans, his hips pressing themselves harder into your panty-clad pussy. "Bet you pretend 'ur fucking my cunt huh-?" You tease, feeling his hand slide down between your legs and move the panties to the side of your pussy so he could rub his boxer-covered dick between your naked folds.

He moans out a, "mhm-" against your nipple, pulling down his boxers just enough to free his dick as he rubs his length between your folds, his wet tip bumping into your clit as he does so. "Do you w-wrap the around y-our cock o-or-" You were cut off by his fat tip pressing against the entrance of your pussy, not pushing in, just keeping pressure against the twitching hole as he nibbled on your nipple, giving it one last suck before pulling away.

"Sometimes I'll lick the part where your pussy goes 'n taste you," He starts, peppering kisses across the expanse of your chest. "Fuck.." You moan, feeling your face grow hot at his words. "Sometimes I'll hold them up to my nose 'n smell you, use 'em to jerk off-" You pressed your hand over his mouth, breathing heavily at his shameless explanation. "You really are disgusting." You said, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

Suguru released a shaky breath, feeling a tingle shoot up his spine at your mean words before he thrust his cock into your pussy in one thrust, groaning at how tight you felt around him, the sound coming out muffled from your hand pressed against his mouth. "Ohmygod-" You whined, your hand dropping from his lips and falling against the sheets to your side as you gripped the cloth between your fingers tightly.

Suguru leaned back, pulling your thighs over his larger ones and sitting on his calves, he immediately started up a brutal pace inside you, fucking his cock into you as he used one hand to hold your panties to the side, getting a perfect view of your cunt swallowing up his dick. "Your pussy is eating up my dick like it's the tastiest thing in the world~" Geto cooed, bringing the pad of his thumb to rub circles agaisnt your little clit, poking out argrilly from under the hood.

"Fuck- S-Suguru!" You moaned, thrashing your head from side to side against his pillows. "God I love how dumb you get from my dick baby~ You like it this much? Huh?" He asked, emphasizing his words with rough thrusts as he picked up his ministrations on your clit. "Yes, baby- Fuck- Fuck I love it-" You babbled, forcing yourself to peel your eyes open to watch him fuck you properly. "Yeah you do- Fuck, you're so fucking tight-" He groaned, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back as he fucked his cock into you mercilessly, drilling his fat tip straight into your g-spot.

"Can feel myself leakin' all inside your cunt-" He drops his chin to watch your sloppy cunt drip your arousal around him, "She's fuckin' milking me-" He laughs through a groan. Geto was normally talkative in bed, but he seemed to be even more aroused, you guessed it had something to do with the confession that happened earlier in the car. "Suguru- you're splitting me open-" You moan, bringing one of your hands to press down on your lower tummy, feeling his cock beat your walls from the inside of you.

He giggled, bringing one of his hands to press down over yours, making you feel it even more. "Yeah? You feel me deep in there baby? I'm all up in 'ur fuckin' guts." He laughed, pistoning his hips into yours. Your face was all screwed up in pleasure, your hips wiggling against his as you felt your orgasm build up quickly inside you. "Fuck- yes- Suguru Im gonna cum- t-think I-m gonna squirt-" You say, noticing how the ball in your stomach felt a little different than normal.

Suguru had made you squirt before, and you never got used to it. It felt so intense, and on top of that, it was so fucking embarrassing. Suguru didn't seem to think so, it always made him so fucking dizzy when he made you squirt. "Yeah? Gonna squirt for me when I cum inside you?" He cooed, his thrusts starting to lose their rhythm as he felt his balls tighten with his impending orgasm. "Yes, Sugu please- please cum inside me- mark me as y-yours-" You wined, looking into his deep eyes as you spoke.

"Fuckkk, wanna be mine?" He groaned, biting his lip as he felt his cock twitch with his orgasm approaching alarmingly fast. "Yes- make me yours!" You cried, throwing your head back as the first wave of your orgasm crashed over you. Your cunt constricted around Geto's massive cock, your squirt spraying onto his abdomen, wetting his skin and boxers he had pulled down to pull his cock out. "Ohfuck-" He moaned gritting his teeth. "Give it to me- milk this fucking c-cock-" He moaned, his jaw falling open as he felt his cum travel up his cock.

You continued to convulse on his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm and into his own. "Gonna make you mine gonna- f-fuckfuck-" He cut himself off, pressing down hard on your stomach as his hips stilled against you feeling the first rope of his cum spill inside your cunt. His eyes rolled back in his head, bringing his hips back, he fucked each and every rope of his hot cum as deep as he could into your cunt, pressing his balls flush against your ass as he spilled the last of his seed into you.

You bit your lip, trying to stay sane as he twitched through the last bit of his high, overstimulating you when his cock moved a little too much inside you. "Godddd-" He groaned, pulling his cock out as the both of you hissed in oversensitivity. His cum immediately follows his cock and drips out of your hole, spilling down the crack of your ass. "So pretty, you did so fucking good for me baby." He praised, pulling your pussy lips apart to watch his cum slide out of you.

"My," huff "eyes are up here." you breathed out with a smirk, making him huff out a laugh. "Feelin' jealous?" He teased, tucking his soaked cock back into his boxers before he leaned his massive frame over you, embracing the feeling of your legs wrapping around his waist as he cradles your face in his hands, looking between your plush lips and eyes before pressing his mouth to yours softly and pulling back. "You feelin' okay? I went kinda hard." He smiled apologetically.

Your own hands came up to hold his sweats face, brushing his bangs out of his face. "I'm a little sore, but I think I'll survive." You said, before looking away and pondering, bringing your eyes back to his after a brief intermission with yourself. "Unless you'll baby me more if I say no, in which case, no, I'm feeling absolutely wrecked." your dramatics made him laugh. You took the opportunity to place kisses all over the expanse of his face as he laughed wholeheartedly.

Once his giggles died down a more serious look took over his features. "I didn't just say all that shit in the heat of the moment by the way." Geto spoke, rubbing your cheeks, "About makin' you mine." He elaborated. "Good." You answered, leaning your head up to press your lips together again. "Wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked properly. You pushed him off of you, switching your positions as you crawled on top of him, his hands finding their way to your tits as he massaged them in his hands.

"Depends how well you fuck me during round two~" You tease, wiggling your hips down against his semi-hard cock, steadily growing under the heat of your cunt. "Sounds like you might be my wife in about ten minutes." He challenges, making you burst into a fit of giggles as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, attacking your shoulders with kisses.

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sidelines (nothing to prove)

‘til you came into my life, gave me something to lose.

prof matty lore fic (first meeting, first time, the progression of their relationship, etc.) ♡

this will be my last fic for the foreseeable future, so i wanted to make sure it was something very special. i love you guys so much. thank you for everything.

professor!matty x female reader

your dubious decision to sleep with your professor leads you to the kind of love you’ve always dreamed of.

also thank you @noacfslut for all the help & encouragement (this fic actually took me tf out lmao) ilysm elle!!

warnings: 18+ (mdni), teacher/student relationship, problematic age gap, dom!matty, sub!reader, unprotected sex, tensionnn, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, corruption kink, masturbation, praise, dumbification, sir kink, (minimal) daddy kink, exhibitionism

wc: 10165

The unconventional relationship with your professor didn’t necessarily happen on purpose. Your college advisor insisted that you needed to take one more humanities class for the credits and you searched for one that you hoped would be an easy A. You took the plunge, signing up for a music theory class that next fall. There wasn’t an ounce of musical knowledge in your brain and you kind of regretted the decision a few weeks before summer ended. You powered through anyway.

When you walked into the class that first day, you didn’t think that the man at the front of the room would eventually change your life.

Matty sat there at his desk, typing away on his laptop as students flocked into the lecture hall. Most were students he’d never seen before, which he quite liked about teaching a beginner class. Always fresh faces. It made the job somewhat less dull.

His attention went away from the screen as you entered the room, eyes flicking to yours when he saw your plaid skirt in his peripheral vision. You clutched onto the few books in your arms nervously, studying his strong features. Fuck, he was hot.

He swallowed a lump in his throat, trying not to drag his gaze to the hem of your short skirt and the black nylon underneath. Never has he been this fascinated with a student, and he only just caught you in his line of sight.

You didn’t really think much of his blank expression and gave him a sheepish grin, walking quickly over to an empty seat. To be honest, he looked rather annoyed by your presence. Perhaps he was hot, but maybe he was another asshole professor that’ll make you want to rip your hair out by the end of the semester.

In reality, Professor Healy wasn’t bad by any sort. He just wasn’t the type of professor to talk and joke with students, knowing he was just another dull professor teaching a boring class. He knew his students had other classes far more important to them and usually expected to receive very half-assed work. What he really takes pride in anyway is his actual teaching. He could see that students were able to understand new concepts easily and many of them appreciated his abilities, or so they said on the professor evaluation at the end of the course. Every day of his job was a routine, an endless cycle.

Until he had you in his class. You were different.

You’d turn in all your work on time, you were punctual, never missed a lecture. The assignments weren’t done poorly either, had good insight on different topics and you clearly stayed on top of learning notes and key signatures. He’d been quietly observing you, which made him feel like a bit of a pervert but he couldn’t help it. The way you dressed like one of his wet dreams—tight fitting sweaters and skirts—the clear intelligence you displayed, the innocence radiating off of you like an aura. God, he was fucked.

One day you asked him a question. It was the first time he held eye contact with you for more than a couple of seconds. As you approached his desk, you looked down at him with bright eyes, assignment clutched in your hands. You flashed a smile at him, at that point knowing he was a kind man. You weren’t the type to ask questions and usually figured things out yourself, but this stupid thing was on the exam and you had no idea how to do it. Professor Healy seemed nice enough to explain it to you without getting annoyed.

You took a sharp breath in before you opened your mouth to speak. Up close, you could see the graying streaks in his hair and the deep brown of his irises. How his eyelashes brushed against his cheeks when he blinked, pearly whites smiling back at you. The detail of the wireframes that rested on his nose, the (also graying) strip of hair above his lips. He was gorgeous.

“Um—hi, sorry to bother. I was just wondering if you could explain this one question to me. All of this is new to me, so I’m a little lost…” you said, cocking your head as you anxiously chewed the inside of your cheek.

He found you so endearing, letting out a little chuckle at your politeness. “Ah, that’s what m’here to help with. It’s not a bother.” He motioned for you to set down the paper on his desk. “Which one are you stuck on?”

“This one.” Your manicured nail pointed to the troublesome question. “Notate the triad, given the root and the type.”

Matty hummed, pushing his glasses up his nose. He wrote some chicken scratch on your paper to help as he explained the topic in detail. You listened thoroughly, finally understanding the question—but you also couldn’t help but focus on the way his lips moved. Or how he glanced up at you ever so slightly after every couple of sentences.

“Does that make a bit more sense?” His hands were clammy as he wiped them on his trousers. He was beside himself; why was he so affected by you and only you?

“Yes, it does, thank you so much, Professor.” You beamed at him, quite happy you could complete this assignment now, but also pleased by his reaction to you calling him by his own damn title. He stiffened a bit, trying to play it off with a small smile.

“‘Course, glad you’ve got it now,” he mumbled, looking back over at his computer screen as you returned to your seat. He used every ounce of self-control to stop himself from staring at your backside.

—

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself staring at Professor Healy more often than not. Even when he wasn’t lecturing, just sitting at his desk. You’d get distracted and watch him furrow his brows as he read something on his laptop or sipped Coca-Cola from a can, swiping his tongue over his lips after each gulp.

You felt like a horny teenager getting all flustered just by looking at your teacher. He probably had a wife and kids at home yet you were sitting in his class with your thighs clenched together, mesmerized by his smooth accent. You’d chew on the tip of your pen, studying the way his sweater fit around his muscles and not the notes on the board. You didn’t give a flying fuck about music theory, but this man had you walking to his class with a giddy smile.

Then there was the day he caught you staring at him. He was cleaning his glasses with his sweater—the hem of it raising just a bit. His eyes met yours suddenly, like he knew you were watching. You swore you saw some blue on his hip but you had quickly looked away out of embarrassment, fierce heat traveling up your neck and cheeks. His little chuckle as he put his glasses back on told you that he knew you were just drooling over him. It was obvious. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why were you always making a fool out of yourself?

You managed to divert your eyes away from him for the entire duration of the class. The shade of blue etched into his skin flooded your mind in shallow waves. He dismissed class and you planned to swoop up your bag and exit the classroom as fast as possible, but of course, he called your name.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you stopped in your tracks, all the other students eyeing you as they left. He was looking at you expectantly through the crowd, one eyebrow raised. “Just need to chat about the most recent exam.”

Oh, lovely. And on top of all that you bombed the most recent exam—what else would he have wanted to pull you aside for?

You nodded hesitantly, gripping the strap of your bag tightly as you walked towards him. The room was silent, all of the other students were already out of the lecture hall. “Did I really do that bad?”

Your squeaky voice had him chuckling lightly. “No! No, not at all. I actually wanted to talk to you about how impressed I am with your work.”

Your shoulders relaxed as relief washed over you. “Oh, um—“ He motioned to the stool next to the desk and you sat down shakily, setting your bag on the floor beside you as you tried to formulate words. “Uh, thank you.”

“I’m sorry if I made you nervous. I just—just really wanted you to know that you’ve already become one of m’best students,” he said, looking down at a pile of the class’s work. “It sounds like I’m lying I know, but not a lot of students put much energy into this class.”

You played with your thumbs in your lap, not used to that kind of recognition, especially not from the teacher who had caught you ogling at him half an hour prior. Maybe he didn’t notice like you thought he had? You appreciated his compliments anyway.

He continued to ramble, not that you minded; his voice was music to your ears. “Now, I don’t have the examples of the work ‘cos it’s all in my office. Well, I guess you could come with me if you want. Not sure if you have the time.” He looked at you apologetically, not wanting to take up your time. You smiled at him. This was your last class of the day and you had all the time in the world—why not spend it with your hot professor?

Your choice to follow him to his office that day was well rewarded. Hearing him praise you for your work in a space that had his life splattered all over it was mind-boggling. There was no shortage of the smell of his cologne and aftershave either, but you were willingly engulfed in his scent. You noticed there were no framed pictures of kids or a wife, no ring on his left hand…it all just tempted you more. There wasn’t even a home to wreck.

“Right, suppose I should show you the exam first, hm?” He said more to himself than you as he shuffled through the stack of files on his desk. You were seated on a chair in front of his desk, shifting in it as you watched his hands glide across the papers. He took one out of the stack. “Ah, here.”

A big red A was written at the top. “Just brilliant work, love.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat as you looked him in the eye. No trace of insincerity in sight. A sense of pride and accomplishment ran through your body, he really meant his words. But with him calling you love without hesitation — it was hard to pay much attention to his comments about your exam. You wanted to pay attention to other things, have him praise you in ways very different from this. “I’m really glad I was able to impress you, Professor.” You let out a soft laugh, scanning over your own insights on each question.

A warm smile spread across his face, the crinkles next to his eyes still noticeable under his glasses. “Keep up the great work, I mean everything m’saying.” He extended his arm to hand you your marked exam to keep. This was much earlier than any other student would’ve received their feedback. You allowed your hand to touch his for a second. Some kind of way for you to know he was real. “And please, you can just call me Matty, darlin’.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his sweetness. “Okay, thank you, Matty.”

The conversation only lasted a few more minutes, closing off with him muttering something about having to get his car from the shop. You thanked him once more before parting ways, your exam clutched tightly in your hand.

You’d managed to get through your little meeting with Matty, but that evening your thoughts were in a frenzy. As you were finishing some of your homework, you got distracted looking through one of your folders. You found the assignment that you had asked Matty for help on.

You traced your finger over the messy words he’d written in jet-black ink, sighing to yourself. It was rare for you to be so entranced by a man, and of course this time he had to be your fucking professor. You roughly tossed the notebook aside, hiding your face in your hands and groaning. Yes, exactly! He’s your professor, stop thinking about him like this! Your brain screamed at you, laying out every possible path this situation could go down. You wanted to bash your head against a wall, this shouldn’t have stressed you out so much.

But he was so attractive—tattoos peeking out of his ironed dress shirts every time he wore one, veiny hands sliding across the edges of his podium as he spoke during lectures. What would they feel like against your body? It was a question you were dying to know the answer to.

A question you thought about when you dragged a hand down your body later that night, your flimsy t-shirt doing nothing to conceal your peaked nipples poking through. You leaned your head back against your pillows, praying your dorm mate would stay out just an hour longer.

You sighed as you relaxed your tense body against your mattress, sliding your fingers under the waistband of your underwear. Matty wasn’t innocent in any of this either and he certainly wasn’t great at hiding his devilish attraction to you either. The way his eyes lingered in places they shouldn't have, it was hard to miss. You knew his hands would’ve felt so much better against you, working you skillfully until you crumbled underneath him. It was torture that you didn’t have him here beside you.

Thoughts of his tongue, his fingers, and the newly discovered tattoo on his lower stomach all swirled in your mind. Filthy, sinful images spread behind your eyelids like wildfire, a dream you couldn’t wake up from. You dipped a finger into your pool of arousal, gasping at the sharp burst of pleasure as you swiped at your clit. Maybe you were even more affected by this man than you originally thought. You circled and rubbed and pinched at your bundle of nerves until you came in your underwear, not even bothering to fuck yourself with your fingers. They wouldn’t satisfy your desire for him, you hopelessly learned that a while ago. The orgasm would be enough to get you out of the headlock Professor Healy somehow had you in. At least for the rest of that night.

As you cleaned up in the bathroom and got ready to take a shower, you felt disgusting. If he knew you were getting off to the thought of him he’d never look you in the eye again. You were gagging for a dick you weren’t supposed to be thinking about.

Little did you know, Matty had his hand wrapped around his cock thinking of you—and just like you—nothing was enough to satisfy him. He needed to have you here with him. Even if it was wrong of him, even if you were a goddamn student of his, it seemed like he’d die if he couldn’t get his hands on your body. He wanted to take care of you already, make you his.

—

After being tremendously distracted by Professor Healy’s tight-fitting shirt during today’s lecture, you’d forgotten your phone on your desk. Typical.

It wasn’t like you didn’t immediately realize or anything, you did, and promptly waltzed back into the now empty lecture hall. Matty was leaning back in his chair behind the desk, eyes shut as he raked a hand through his dark curls. “Fuck,” he mumbled quietly, almost a moan. A pulse of heat ran through your core. His brows knit together in a line and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a little while longer, eyes exploring the shape of his outline for a moment. The fabric of his shirt strained against his muscles as he stretched, keeping you in a trance.

But that was when you saw it—the large tent in his slacks. Your small intake of breath at the sight must’ve made him sense your presence, his eyes opening as he immediately sat up with rigid posture. He stealthily pulled his chair in all the way, shielding his hard-on.

You pretended you weren’t gawking at him, like you’d just came in a second ago, eyes scanning the seats of the class. “Sorry, I left my phone at my desk.” Your voice was shaky, guilty. You realized how tense you’d gotten as you quickly walked over to your spot, seeing your phone resting right where you left it. Thank god.

You retrieved the device, spinning around again to face him, only to find him already staring you down. He gave you a half smile, squinting his dark eyes at you. “Too distracted during class and forgot your phone, huh?”

It was just a matter of time until you’d find yourself in this position with him, right? Luckily, you were ready for it. Your brows scrunched in faux confusion and your belly burned with shame from being caught swooning over your professor during class. You decided to play dumb, honestly wanting him to just call you out already. “Sorry?”

He shook his head, seemingly regretting conversing with you at all. He shifted in his chair, avoiding your gaze. “Ah, it’s nothing, love. Have a good rest of your day, alright?” He quickly started busing himself with some files on the desk, packing up his belongings so he could head back to his office. You didn’t buy it.

You didn’t buy it because as much as you stared at him, he stared at you every chance he got. The short skirt you wore today was practically bait for the man, your suspicions were correct when you caught him staring at your ass as you walked to your desk this morning. “No, Matty, what do you mean?” Your voice was sickly sweet as you stepped closer to his desk, his eyes widening by the use of his first name.

Matty blinked, stopping his movements to look at you up and down. He wet his lips with his tongue before speaking. The tension between you two was heavy and undeniable, laying over you like a thick blanket. “Darlin’, you don’t hide your staring very well.”

Something went off then in your brain, some kind of siren—blaring horns that demanded you to talk back. You tapped your nails against the top of the desk, humming. “You don’t hide your staring well either, Professor.”

He pushed his glasses up his nose, chocolatey eyes challenging you, daring you to be bratty with him. His face was expressionless despite the erection he sported right underneath the cherry wood. “I’ll see you at tomorrow’s lecture. Work on being more productive in class, please.” His voice was gruff and full of authority. He’d never cave that fast.

“I’ll be on my best behavior tomorrow, promise.” You shot him a smug smile, taking your lip between your teeth to stifle a laugh. You saw right through him.

Matty tugged at his shirt collar, his skin overheated from the problem in his slacks. You spun around on your heels, turning towards the door and tossing your hair over your shoulder, not looking back. His stare burnt holes in your back as you dramatically swayed your hips. He let out a huff, his cock twitching in his pants when you finally left the room. Matty was well aware of the dangerous situation at hand.

—

You sat in your usual spot, propping your chin on your palm as you tried your hardest to at least pay attention a little bit. Your eyes followed Matty’s every move, legs crossed under the desk—just waiting for him to finally look at you.

A cherry lollipop rested on your tongue, the stick poking out from between your plump lips. He’d pretended as if you didn’t exist when you walked in, but that only fueled the fire in you. You weren’t a fool. You’d seen that lustful glint in his eyes yesterday and there was no going back from that, no matter how aloof he decided he wanted to act today.

Matty was going on and on about some famous composer, all while your tongue continued to swirl around the candy. He finally glanced over to where you were sitting, eyes widening before he shook his head. His resolve was weakening and so were his legs.

His speech was affected too, watching him stutter out some incoherent apologies as he went into a coughing fit. “Sorry, got a bit of a scratchy throat today,” he uttered, sitting down in his chair and taking a sip of his plastic water bottle. His looks after that were fleeting and almost nonexistent—like staring at your lips wrapped around the lollipop was not even an option for him. Like he wasn’t going to fall for it.

No one seemed to care when he took that minute to compose himself, having really no choice but to believe what he was saying. But you continued your little scene with the lollipop until class ended, only biting into it during the last five minutes when students began to pack up. He had taught the rest of the lesson from his seat, not that there was much important information.

Matty looked over at you like he knew that you stopped being a tease. You sat there with a triumphant smile, not moving to get up as the other students went out the door.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said, leaning back in his chair. His voice echoed in the lecture hall. “What a naughty girl.”

You squeezed your thighs together at his words, arousal gathering in your panties. So much desire for him was bottled up inside you. “Sorry, Professor.”

He stood from the desk and rounded it, his lower body perched against the wood. His hard-on was clearly visible as he leaned back on his hands. “You see what you fucking do to me?” He adjusted himself in his pants, trying to relieve some of the built-up pressure.

You bit your lip, eyes scanning down his body to admire your work. “I do. What are you gonna do about it? Gonna punish me?”

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Why don’t we discuss your recent behavior in my office, young lady?”

You were embarrassingly quick to nod your head, grabbing your bag as he gathered his own things. Your heart was beating quickly against your chest thinking about all the things he could do to you. For a moment, you were outside your body. You felt like your head was spinning.

He was silent on the way to his office, walking in front of you yet holding the door for you when you reached the familiar room. You walked in, hearing the distinct sound of the door locking behind you.

You took a deep breath as you turned to face him, his face etched with pure lust for you. Your backpack made a thumping sound as you dropped it next to his desk—it was now or never.

“Whatcha got planned for me?” you asked, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. He had a sour expression on his face as he took a few steps towards you, clearing his throat.

“I think the real question is what do you want me to have planned, love?” His voice was barely above a whisper, one of his hands reaching up to caress your jaw. Your breath hitched, staring into his dark eyes as he searched yours for any signs of discomfort. His face softened after a few seconds and he rubbed his thumb across your cheek lightly. “Or if you want to go, we can pretend this never happened. Your call.”

Your stomach turned in excitement and nervousness, all your feelings for your professor bubbling up and ready to spill right out of you. Without a second thought, you caught his lips in a searing kiss. He groaned softly, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

You pulled back enough to speak against his lips. “Want this, sir. Want you.”

He let out an airy laugh, finding you just fucking adorable. The nagging tightness in his chest almost disappeared completely. “Is that right, sweetheart? Been wantin’ to be my good little girl? Had to be naughty to get my attention?” His grip on your jaw got a little tighter, but he countered the action by pressing a light kiss to your nose.

His words went straight to your core, heat quickly spreading under your skin. You were on fire, set ablaze by his deep, raspy voice. A whine slipped from your mouth as you squeezed your thighs together. It only gave a little relief to your throbbing clit.

He lifted his other hand to properly cradle your face, thumbs stroking soothingly across your cheekbones as he looked at you expectantly. You managed to choke out a garbled ‘yes’. “Oh, baby, must be so needy, hm?” He clicked his tongue, backing you up until the back of your knees hit his leather desk chair. He seemed to be playing with your head a bit, knowing just how affected you were by his antics now.

You fell back into the chair, your breath getting caught in your throat when he immediately got down on his knees in front of you.

“Can I please make you feel good, darlin’?”

You wordlessly nodded, cheeks burning. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank your teeth into your lower lip, gasping when he lightly slapped your inner thigh. “I need your words, love.” His right hand inched up your leg, fingers barely slipping under the hem of your skirt before he stopped. “Come on—know you’re a smart girl.”

“Yes, sir. Please, please make me cum,” you whimpered. The rotten words that came out of your glossed lips made Matty feel almost feral, like he needed to dive into you to survive. He pressed a wet kiss to the top of your thigh before he flipped up your skirt, moaning at the sight of your panties. A bow was sewn onto the fabric near the waistband; you couldn’t have been any more innocent.

“So so pretty.” He traced a teasing finger up your thigh, looking up at you over his glasses and studying your little reactions. “Got you all to myself now.”

“Matty,” you mewled as you intertwined your fingers with his. He softly hummed, bringing your hand up to his lips and leaving a kiss on each of your knuckles.

“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby. Promise.” His deep, dominant tone of voice sent shivers down your spine, heat licking back up the base of it when he dipped his head, planting light kisses on your sensitive skin. Your breath hitched in your throat as you squirmed in his chair. “Now, tell me, have any of these boys made you cum?” He spoke like he already knew the answer.

You knew he was referring to the inexperienced assholes that were known as your male college peers—trying to get into your pants any chance they could. Fiends for pussy, but obviously not for women’s pleasure. You shook your head profusely, thinking of the orgasms you had to fake when your ex-boyfriend would shamelessly rutt into you without asking if you were feeling good.

“They don’t know what they’re fuckin’ doing, don’t know what they’re fuckin’ missing,” Matty mumbled, hooking his fingers under the elastic band of your panties. He looked up to you for a second confirmation and you couldn’t help but smile, nodding in response. The baby pink cotton slid down your legs as you lifted your hips to aid him, watching him stuff them in the pocket of his slacks. “Safekeeping.”

His dirty words had you leaking onto the leather of his chair. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were. You huffed, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pulling him in closer to where you needed him most. There was no reason for his nose to not be buried in your cunt. “Please, sir. Make me yours.”

You swore you saw a golden blaze igniting in his eyes. His large hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them apart, but still keeping them swung over his shoulders. The angle had let him get a full view of your swollen cunt. He finally leaned down to lick a flat stripe up your slit, which earned him a broken moan from the back of your throat.

“So sweet, love. Fuck’s sake,” he murmured into your cunt, the vibrations of his words only adding to your pleasure. His tongue flicked at your clit and you looked down to meet his eyes as he took the throbbing bud into his mouth.

You squealed as you tried to clamp your legs around his head but he was much stronger. He kept your legs still against his shoulders and the chair as he devoured your cunt. “Oh my fucking god.” You ran your fingers through his curls, eliciting a deep moan from your professor. “Please, please—fuck…”

His eyes were locked on yours as he pulled back, licking at his lips like he did after sipping his soda. The bottom of his face was covered in your slick and you knew you’d remember that sight forever. He swiped two fingers through your arousal, groaning. “I think this cunt is already mine, yeah? S’fucking soaked for me, angel.”

He plunged his skilled, thick fingers into your entrance, the long-awaited stretch making your eyes roll back into your head. “There we go, pretty baby, just let me please you.” You let out a breathy moan, tugging on his hair as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He dipped his head back down to continue licking at your clit, getting a rhythm going with his hand.

Pleasure bloomed in your belly, all of your worries melting away on his tongue and fingers. “Matty, feels so good. G-Gonna cum, need to cum,” you cried, heat inching up your chest and neck as he fucked you even faster. His head moved side to side between your legs, eating you like a madman as he curled his fingers up in the most delicious way. A whine slipped past your lips as you rolled your head back against the headrest of the chair. You gazed down at him with half-moon eyes.

“Atta girl, sound so fuckin’ pretty. Want you to let go, let go on my fingers—been so good f’me.” His encouragement was murmured against your pussy, dark eyes staring back up at you. He had you tipping over the edge in no time. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, desperate to hold back your moans; you tasted blood from biting too hard. The intense pleasure felt like you’d fallen unconscious for a moment, head so floaty all you could do was smile down at him. He helped you ride out your orgasm, eyes trained on your heaving chest and raw lips.

You tugged on his hair when you got to the point of being overstimulated and he pressed a wet kiss to your clit before pulling back, returning your soft smile. “Such a good girl. Already adore this pussy, baby.” His fingers spread your folds gently as he gazed down, admiring your puffy, red cunt. He spit, letting the trail of saliva drip onto your slit. A whimper escaped from your pouty lips.

“Sir, need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, clawing at his dress shirt as you tried to get him off his knees. “Want you to teach me how it’s supposed to be done, Professor.”

Matty moaned before getting up off the floor, towering over you as he reached his full height. He rested his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping you in as he leaned down; your noses almost touching. He let out a low hum. “Would call you greedy if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad,” he whispers.

He raised one hand to cup your jaw, a playful glint in his eyes. “What would your classmates think if they saw me giving you private lessons, sweetheart? Such a smart little girl acting all dumb for her professor…”

You didn’t even feel shame anymore, the ache between your thighs barely satiated by the first orgasm. You pecked his lips before letting out a breathy moan, “P-Please, fuck me dumb, sir. Have me any way you want me.”

The groan Matty let out was far too loud for the setting and he immediately cringed at the sound. “You’re gonna fuckin’ end me, little one.”

You let out a giggle, reaching out to play with the buckle of his belt. You couldn’t deny all his pet names made you even more slick for him, hoping so badly you could be everything Matty wanted. The outline of his hard cock could be seen clearly through his slacks, you already knew he was big.

“Do you even deserve my cock after the stunt you pulled, baby?” he cooed, petting your hair softly. Matty’s knees almost gave out as he watched you sink onto the floor before him. One of your hands traveled teasingly up his thigh, batting your lashes up at him.

His breathing turned uneven as you dug your nails into his leg, leaning up to press a kiss to his painful-looking bulge—puppy dog eyes boring into his. “Been good for you, sir. Need you inside me so bad. Want your cock stretchin’ me out.”

Matty let out a low growl before bending down to lift you up by your armpits, plopping you right on top of his desk. He kissed you harshly, hands smoothing over your blouse and unbuttoning the garment. He pulled back to admire your cleavage on display for him, your pink bra pushed them up in just the right way. You bit your tongue trying not to smirk, knowing that you chose this set specifically for him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he moaned, groping your tits through your bra. His thumbs grazed over your lace-covered nipples, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you. “Gonna fuck you so good, angel.”

You felt dizzy, wrapping your legs around his waist as he fumbled with his belt buckle. Your cunt was dripping onto the wood of his desk already.

He pulled out his thick cock from its confines, hissing as he pumped himself a few times. Your mouth salivated looking at the sight, clenching around nothing.

He slotted his lips against yours in another frenzied kiss; you gasped as you felt him slowly drag the tip of his cock up your folds and to your clit, then back down to your entrance. You let out a wanton moan, gazing at him with pleading eyes. His tip nudged your sopping hole, so close to splitting you in two.

“Such a sweet little girl, so eager.” He brushed his nose against yours, gnawing on his lip in an attempt to shield his permanent smile.

You caressed his cheek, pushing his wired frames up his nose for him. “Wanna be a good student for you, Professor Healy,” you said with an exasperated whine, repeating your wish from earlier. Snaking your hand behind him to rest it on the nape of his neck, you noticed his eyes clouding over with lust.

Your words coaxed a deep rasp from him, his hips immediately snapping forward into yours. He filled you up completely, bottoming out. You whined pathetically, never having this big of an intrusion inside you. Matty buried his face into your neck, littering soft kisses as he shushed you. “My best girl, barely can fit my cock in this tight little cunt. Gonna have to stretch you out more, hm?”

Your entire body started to ripple with pleasure, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to mirror the position of your legs. You clung to him tightly, needing to ground yourself before you nodded, signaling him to start moving.

Matty kissed both of your burning cheeks before pulling out and then plowing back into your dripping cunt. You were a moaning mess, nails digging into the fabric of his sweater. You clenched around him greedily and he groaned into the crook of your neck.

“This pussy was fuckin’ made for me,” he murmured, sucking and biting on your skin, roughly thrusting in and out of you. “Taking my cock so well, fuckin’ natural at this, yeah?”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you arched your back into him, your chest flush against his. He gawked at the swell of your tits, stopping himself from ripping your bra off; he’d get plenty of time to tend to them later. “Fuck, Matty,” you cried, your velvet walls fluttering around him. He moaned softly, connecting your lips as you brought your hand up, your fingers finding their home in his sweaty curls.

His pace was steady and deep, both of you quickly chasing your release while still getting to feel every ridge of his fat cock. He lifted a hand up, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. His touch was delicate, it made you feel less filthy. “Stay quiet and I’ll let you cum again.”

You wrapped your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the tip. The finger in your mouth sufficiently muffled your whimpers, but it wasn’t good enough for him. He pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, replacing it with his index and middle finger. “Must be getting close, yeah, baby?”

About to succumb to the intense pleasure that coursed through you, you sobbed as you clenched around his cock harder than ever before. “Mhm, pleath, can I cum?” you pleaded around his digits.

“Go on, my good girl, cum. Cum for me.” He dipped his head down, his breath fanning over your ear as he allowed you to come undone. His hand that wasn’t in your mouth held your body flush to his.

Your second orgasm ripped through you as you dug your nails into Matty’s biceps, crescent-shaped indents sure to appear on his skin. He slid his fingers out of your mouth to stroke your cheek, praising you as you fell apart before him. Strings of curse words left your lips as you shut your eyes, seeing white behind your lids. His thrusts got sloppier as he helped you ride out your high and chased his own. You pulled him down with a hand on the back of his neck, smashing his lips against yours. “Want you to fill me up, m’on the pill.”

He whined into your mouth before slowing down his thrusts completely, filling your cunt with his warm release—just like you’d requested.

“Was that a sufficient punishment for my behavior?” You cocked your head in faux curiosity, mind fuzzy.

“Nah, think I need to teach you some more lessons, darling,” he replied breathlessly, kissing you gently, still trying to recover from his intense orgasm.

You hummed in response, kissing up his jaw. His stubble scratched at the skin of your lips. “I think so too.”

“Let me take you on a date this weekend,” he mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and planting a kiss on your forehead. “Or I can cook for you at mine if you’d like.”

The idea of being at his place was too tempting to pass up. You giggled, gazing up at him with wide eyes. “Oh? You’re a chef, too?”

“Hardly. But I’m pretty sure I can impress the sweet girl who’s been living off of instant ramen packs for months.”

“I expect only the best from you, Professor.”

—

Professor Healy never has anyone attend his office hours.

Which is why you’re kneeling underneath his desk, drooling all over his hard cock as his jaw drops in pleasure.

“Fuckin’ made for this, shit…” he moans, caressing the top of your head as you flick your tongue against the underside of his dick. “Good girl, so good for me.”

A ring of your lipstick sits at the base of his cock. You giggle, pressing a kiss to his tip to stain that too. “Mine?”

“Yours. Fuck, darling.” His eyes roll back into his head at the sight of you claiming him—marking him with that lip color he knows so well.

Matty gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, eyes dragging back down to look at you lovingly. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes, mesmerized by his little noises and the sight of his brows furrowed in pleasure.

He nearly jumps out of his seat when a sudden knock on his office door rings through his ears. You freeze, staring up at him in shock and he curses, ushering you further under the desk so you’re hidden from sight. Great, you’re going to get caught sucking your professor’s cock.

“Uh—come on in!” Matty shouts, chest heaving as a student makes her way in. You can only hear the footsteps on the floorboards as she walks over to his desk. You hold your breath, anticipating the worst.

“Hey, sorry, just wanted you to look over my essay for me. I’m not sure if I followed the guidelines correctly.” The girl’s voice is pitchy, making you roll your eyes at the familiarity of it. She’s a chatty one in class.

Matty looks visibly disheveled, but the girl can’t really tell (too lost in her own thoughts) as she hands over her paper to him. His hand shakes as he blindly reaches for his glasses on the desk, accidentally knocking the frames to the floor.

The sudden clatter startles you, but once you spot the culprit of the noise you smirk to yourself. He huffs, bending over to retrieve them, but his naughty little girl crawls to them first, handing them to him with a bitten lip.

His eyes shoot daggers at you, warning you not to try anything as he takes the glasses from your hand, sitting up again in the chair. The girl has her phone out now, completely oblivious to the activities occurring a few feet away from her.

Matty begins to scan over the essay in front of him, acting like his cock isn’t rock-hard in front of your face at the moment. Knowing that the girl isn’t really a threat, she couldn’t care less about anything, you cheekily flick your tongue across his slit.

He involuntarily kicks his leg, gently poking your knee with the tip of his dress shoe. A shit-eating grin spreads across your face as you grip the base of him.

His cock twitches in your hand and he lets out a cough to cover up a groan. You let a trail of your saliva fall onto his length before beginning to stroke him slowly. It sends a rush of heat to your cunt, belly pooling with desire from the riskiness of the situation—you’re pushing all the limits.

Matty’s halfway through the stupid fucking essay, barely holding himself together. He reaches his hand down, aggressively fisting your hair. You use all your strength to stifle a yelp, your scalp stinging as he tightens his grip even more.

The dominance still radiating from him even in a moment like this has your eyes glazing over as you look up at his concentrated face. It’s so easy to be obedient for him, making you eager to please.

You stop yourself from teasing him any more, realizing it would take longer for him to get this girl out the door. He loosens his fist a bit, offering your head some relief as he finishes up the essay.

Perhaps a little too quickly, he hands the paper back to the girl. “I think you’ve done exactly what I’ve asked for this assignment. Great job.”

The girl looks up from her phone, taking the paper from him. “Oh, good! Thank you so much,” she says sweetly, giving him a warm smile.

“Of course.” Matty puts on his most polite face, watching her turn around and walk back to the door. Every second feels like an eternity. “Have a nice night, Elle.”

She turns the knob, looking back over her shoulder. “Thanks, you too.”

And then she was gone.

Matty lets out a relieved sigh, falling back against his chair and releasing your hair in the process. He spreads his legs more so he can peer down at you. “What am I gonna do with you, you little slut?”

“Dunno, sir.” Your lips curve up into a smirk, shifting on your knees to get rid of some of the pressure between your thighs. He isn’t going to play nice — you couldn’t be happier.

He leans down and grips your jaw firmly, eyes locked on yours. His thumb runs over your pouty bottom lip. “Think I’m gonna fuck this pretty little face…remind you how cockdrunk you really are…” He laughs softly. “Maybe you’ll behave better if I fuck with your brain a bit, yeah?”

—

The music theory lessons with him ended (the class did really end up being an easy A), and your fondness for the older man only grew. No more fooling around on school grounds either now, because he asked you to be his girlfriend the minute the semester finished. He wants you in his space all the time.

You started frequently visiting his apartment and staying overnight at that point. It was amusing to you that he stopped his whole panty stealing habit now that he had you here often—which you admit was hot every time he did take them—but damn you liked a couple of those pairs.

You find one of them in his room one Saturday afternoon, dramatically gasping and holding them up for him to see. He’s lying on the bed with his laptop on his thighs, all cozy under the duvet. He looks over at you and snorts when he sees the lace dangling from your fingers.

“You’ve just got these fucking lying around?” You try to sound firm, but you’re holding back a laugh.

“Oh, yeah. Well, now you can keep ‘em here, baby. I’ll wash them for when you stay over next.” His stupid grin makes you playfully roll your eyes.

“You’re a freak,” you throw the pair of panties in his face, making him let out a belly laugh, quickly pulling them away from his eyes. You can’t help but crawl up next to him on the bed, grinning as wide as he is.

“I thought you liked that.” Matty chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you nuzzle into his side. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head, making you melt into him even more.

“You know I do, but the evidence of it when I’m not horny is kinda funny,” you retort, tilting your chin to gaze up at him. The lamp next to the bed shines a warm yellow light on his face. He chucks the panties into the laundry basket by his dresser. You love spending time with him during the day at his place, just lying around lazy and loved up by your boyfriend.

The domestic nights with him feel natural too. Comforting, even. He often sits in on your nightly routine.

“And what’s this?” Matty picks up one of the several labeled bottles, analyzing it closely. “Serum?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, “‘S'just another skincare item, babe.”

He sets it back down on the counter, smiling at you. “Cool.”

He memorizes the brand, planning to go out and buy fresh bottles of your skincare items so you have extras at his place.

He told you to just bring most of your stuff to his place, not wanting you to live off the dining hall food and shower with shoes on — for at least a few nights a week. Sometimes you think it's nice to hang out in your dorm with your roommate or just be alone when she’s out. You’d also just feel bad if you leeched off him everyday. You always have the self-imposed thought of being a burden to him, even though you're anything but.

If Matty had it his way, you’d be living with him. He would take care of you, help you with anything you needed. He’s been alone in his flat for about four years now, and his ex-wife had left him in a state of constant pessimism. He really fits into the mold of a grumpy college professor. You, though, bring out a part of him he’s not seen in a while. The gentle, loving part. He wants to kiss your face, listen to you talk about anything, and hold you for as long as he can.

He understands you’re young though, want to do things your way. I mean that’s what he fucking gets for dating his student, but what else was he supposed to do when you make him feel like this? He had to have you, keep you happy, cherish you until you’ve had enough of him.

“You’ve got to teach a lecture in the morning, Matty. Don’t let me keep you up, please,” you sigh, knowing he’s going to say something about how he’s taught lectures in worse states.

“I’ve got to brush my teeth, so I'll wait until you're done. And I like watching you do your little routine.” He laughs, shifting on the closed toilet seat he’s perched himself on. Truthfully, he’d destroy his life for you if you asked. You’re the only thing that keeps him smiling anyway.

—

Even after a year has passed, Matty still owns your heart. Perhaps even more than he did before. The dorm life is long out of your reach now, the partying slowly turning into you sitting on his flat and awaiting his presence after he gets off of work. You still have another year of school, but it’s easier now that you’ve accidentally fallen into the caring arms of your boyfriend. Plus, the rowdy college scene got boring pretty quickly. You left it with no hesitation.

He’s got some troubles too, and you’ll help him when he’s having a hard time. In your eyes, nothing you do for him is as good as the things he does for you—even though Matty would be happy to just get a kiss from you and nothing else.

You know he needs you more than ever tonight. “Hey, Matty, it's alright,” you coo, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. He immediately buries his face into your neck, sighing softly. Your fingers card through his hair, trying to relax him. “M’here for you.”

He’s been off since he got home from a lecture. The the last straw was him accidentally dropping a mug on the floor, shattering it. You helped him clean it up as he was far too overwhelmed to be safely cleaning up shards of glass by himself. He muttered apologies over and over again for being a clutz—your heart aches for the man you love. It’s his own china, it’s not like he’s broken something of yours, but he’s still sorry he even needed your help to dispose of it.

You squeeze him as hard as you can, glass cleaned properly cleaned up now as you stand together in the kitchen, hoping you can make him feel as safe and supported as you feel. He gently sways with you side to side for a moment, just taking in the scent of your perfume. “Come with me, okay?” you whisper.

You lead him to his bed, hand intertwined with his. You kiss his forehead and take off his glasses when he sits down on the edge of the mattress. He watches you intently as you start to unbutton his shirt, knowing this isn’t sexual at all. All the tattoos you’ve traced hundreds of times have seeped into the crevices of your brain by now. Every touch is full of care and devotion. You throw his shirt into the laundry basket then position yourself on your knees behind him, beginning to massage his knotted shoulders.

He lets out a relieved moan, his eyes fluttering shut as you carefully work out the tension in his neck as well, planting kisses on his skin occasionally as you go.

“I love you,” he breathes, craning his neck to look back at you. You peck his lips, smiling.

“I love you too,” you giggle, “Just relax for me, lemme take care of you. Always take such good care of me.”

“Oh, darlin’ I love taking care of you. Don’t have to worry about me.”

You frown, stopping your movements and resting your chin on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him. “I care about you so much. I don’t think I could live without you at this point. I want you to feel loved and safe with me, ‘cause that’s how you make me feel.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, and Matty nearly bursts into tears at your words. You want to make him feel as loved as he makes you feel during your intimate moments, but you can’t always do that when he’s fucking you to tears, turning your brain into mush. This is your chance to take care of him.

He knows sometimes it’s extremely difficult for you to verbalize your feelings so hearing that renders him overjoyed and nearly speechless. He turns around on the bed, placing his hands on your cheeks and kissing you deep enough to make you dizzy.

You put a hand on his chest, giggling and pulling away from the kiss. His hands stay on your face as he grins at you, watching your lips move as you speak. “Lay down and let me give you a back massage, please?”

“Okay, angel,” he breathes, sitting back on the bed. You help him remove his belt and slacks and he lays on his stomach against the clean sheets. He turns his head to look at you. “You know that I do feel proper taken care of with you, you make me the happiest man on the fuckin’ planet.”

You give him a big smile, taking one of his hands and kissing the back of it—something you frequently do to show Matty just how much you love him. When you do it, you think back to that first time in his office when he sweetly kissed each of your knuckles as he held your hand, showing his devotion to you. It makes you smile every time.

“I like when you do that, you’re so cute.” He smiles and you playfully scrunch up your nose. He’s got no idea what your reasoning for it is, but you know he’d melt if you told him. Maybe one day.

“Cute?” You let out an exaggerated gasp and he gently slaps your knee, making you laugh again. “Cutest one in the room is you.”

“Honey, if you don’t give me that damn back massage right now I’m putting my clothes back on. Feel s’exposed.”

“Alright, alright.” You reach for your nightstand drawer (yes, yours) to get a fancy rose-smelling oil you bought recently.

“This oil kind of smells like roses, hope you don’t mind.” It brings you back to the bouquet of fresh white roses in the vase on the kitchen counter. He brings flowers home to you almost every week and you don’t understand how someone can love you so much. You don’t understand it, but you’ve let him grow on you like vines, blooming with love and dedication.

“I’ll just smell like you then, that’s fine,” he says nonchalantly and you snort. Matty is never bothered by the lingering smell of you on his sheets and his clothes. You could drench him in your essence and he’d still be begging, pleading for more.

“Speaking of roses, I just love the ones out in the kitchen.” You place a couple drops of the oil on your palm, then rub both of your hands together to coat your hands with it. “Love when you bring me flowers.” As you begin to massage his lower back, you press a kiss on his spine and he hums.

“As long as I have you, pretty girl, you’ll always have flowers.”

“You’re too sweet,” you mumble against his skin.

“Yeah, a sweet little old man, huh?” His voice echoes through his body and you feel it against your lips. You lift your head, rolling your eyes even though he can’t even see it.

“Oh stop, you’re not even old. I call you old man as an endearing term. And because you’ve practically made yourself into one,” you giggle, but it turns into an uncontrollable yawn.

“You tired, baby?” Matty props himself up on his elbows, looking over his shoulder. His bottom lip juts out when he sees your tired eyes. You nod in response, knowing you can’t hide it from him.

He turns around and sits on his heels, kissing you. “Let’s get ready for bed, yeah?”

—

Later that night you find yourself back in the arms of your boyfriend, who’s fully dedicated to returning the love and relaxation you gave him. He just has a different way of doing so. And he really couldn’t help himself after taking a hot shower with you.

His fingers run through your wet folds, brushing your clit and circling your entrance as you begin to relax. He whispers praises as he plays with your pussy, lulling you to sleep with tender kisses on your neck.

“Such a perfect little girl f’me,” he breathes, “I know you’re tired, sweetheart, it’s okay. Go on to sleep.” His other arm is wrapped protectively around your shoulders, holding you flush to his side as his hand strokes your cheek. “Let Daddy take care of you now, baby.”

You whine, turning your head a bit to nuzzle your face into his neck. His facial hair is a familiar dull scratch against your face. His touch relaxes you, bliss coursing through your veins as he slowly brings you closer to the edge. “Matty,” a soft moan rips from your throat.

“Shhh, that’s it, want you to turn that little mind off. Don’t need it anyway, yeah? I know what’s best for you, honey.” He kisses your temple as he finally plunges two fingers into you, the pad of his thumb brushing your clit as he stretches you out. The relief you feel is heavenly, moans spilling out of your mouth and into his warm skin. You grind down on his fingers, not caring how pathetic you look.

He plays with you under the waistband of your panties, not even bothering to undress you completely before taking what’s his. Your hard nipples poke through your flimsy tank top, making Matty lower his freehand to bunch up the cotton, exposing your bare tits. “Can’t believe you’re mine—love you so much.”

You mewl, arching your back a bit. His hand is soaked from your arousal, fingers making you feel so full. “Yours…”

He chuckles, rubbing a calloused thumb over your right nipple. “That’s right, pretty baby. All mine.” You let out a loud moan into his neck and he slows but deepens his pace in response, hellbent on making you truly feel him. “My dirty little girl.”

You nod deliriously, tired but relaxed and filled with pleasure (and Matty’s thick fingers). He really is trying to make you sleepy. “Wanna cum, please,” you plead, voice airy. It’s all too much; sleep won’t arrive until he lets you cream all over his hand.

“You wanna cum, huh? Need Daddy to make your brain leak through this sweet fuckin’ cunt?” He finally speeds up his pace again, sick of the teasing.

“Yesyesyes, I’ve been a good girl. Please, Daddy!” His hand resting on your shoulder comes down to roll a nipple between his fingers. You’re reduced to a whining and squirming mess.

His thumb starts rapidly circling your aching clit, fingers curling upwards inside you, grazing against that soft spot. “Cum, sweet girl, then m’gonna have to fuck you to sleep, shit.”

You gush all over his fingers, shoving your face in his neck as your legs shake from pleasure. “Thank you—mm, fuck—thank you,” you babble incessantly, gazing up at him through your lashes like he was some sort of Messiah, like he created the ground you walk on with his bare hands.

You’re completely and utterly devoted to Matty. You always will be. With him, you’re not afraid of anything at all.

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#i purposely left out any details about girlie’s major so you guys can imagine whatever you’d like !#put hella references to the past four prof fics in here accidentally but imma say it was on purpose #matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy smut #matty healy fic #matty the 1975 #the 1975 fic #the 1975 smut #moll’s writing #professor!au

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nevernonline · 7 months

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✧.* just for one night; yjh

for jeonghan's birthday he teased the gift he wanted wrapped in a pretty bow this time was you. little did he know that his joke would turn into his favorite present.

𐦍 paring: jeonghan x reader.

𐦍 genre: romance, bad humor, fluff, "friendly" date.

𐦍 warnings: drinking, s3xy times, swearing, smut, minors dni, reader has female genitalia.

𐦍 word count: 2.0k

𐦍 content: non-idol characters, food/drink, cursing, slightly- suggestive, pet names, afab! reader.

𐦍 note: I meant to post this on 1004 but.. maybe forgot to queue it LMAO. this wasn't intended to go this way and I don't rlly write smut often (or read it often tbh) so pls all my baddies who read and write smut give me feedback. (pls) lolol. anyway!! enjoy kk. ily.

It was that time again, time to find a gift for a friend who had nearly everything. Scouring around shops and market places, trying to find something special that had any meaning to the two of you. Sure, you could buy a lux gift or a fancy dinner, but that was basic and well beyond the things Jeonghan had given you.

You scroll back through texts and posts over the last few birthdays you had spend celebrating him, stumbling across a photo that gave you a good idea. You were sitting on his lap as he blew out his birthday candle. After that wish was put into the universe you recall his lips coming so close to your ear his lips were almost making contact with your pierced lobes.

“All I want next year is you wrapped in a pretty bow.”

Maybe he wouldn’t remember that wish, but you did. It was silly and stupid, but your friend did always know what he wanted and wasn’t shy to ask for it.

You sprinted to the stationary store in order to find a big pink bow in under thirty minutes, so you could make it back to your apartment where Jeonghan was meeting you before his big night out with all of his friends. The options were endless, a sea of glitter, metallic, curling, satin, but you decided to be simple, just a large bound pink ribbon.

After an overwhelming time spent pondering over pink fabric, you made it home with ten minutes to spare. Lacing yourself up from your sneakers, to your hair, your bag, even a dainty piece wrapped around your neck as a finishing touch just as the doorbell rang, you told him to open up where he found you laced in pink, wearing a black dress, holding a cupcake flame ablaze.

“Happy Birthday, Hannie.”

A smile creeped in as he came close to blow his candle out looking at the pink adorned ribbon tied all over you, he remembered.

“My present I presume?”

His fingers pointed towards you, again smiling from ear to ear like he couldn’t believe you remembered his wish.

“Think I’d forget?”

“You tend to forget your own name while drinking, so yes. I love it.”

Jeonghan’s hands reached to run his hands over the ribbon in your hair, pausing before he touched the one on your neck.

“So this means you’re mine for the night?”

“Your wish is my command, birthday boy. Should we go?”

“You know when I wished for you to be my present, I meant much more than you wearing bows right?”

You huffed, watching his eyes still on your neck.

“I did. I really will oblige any wish, as long as it’s legal and safe.”

“No promises, babe. Let’s go.”

Walking hand in hand into Jeonghan’s not so surprise party was not out of the norm for you, you’ve always been the type of friend that clung to close, even for your own comfort. Something seemed to linger in the air around you as a pair.

“Mind getting me a cocktail? I’m going to go say hi to the guys and thank them.”

“Again, here to please. Vodka Cran or G&T?”

“Gin, please.”

With a small salute as a send off you walked into a line behind three other partygoers in line.

“Y/n? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pink before?”

The voice was Joshua’s coming from behind you. He wrapped his right arm around your shoulders in a half hug greeting you hello.

“Really? Well, it's for Jeonghan’s gift. Last year he wished that I gift him myself, so here I am adorned in pink ribbon.”

“You really took him up on that? You are one good friend.”

“I know that you're thinking it's probably a mistake, you’re right.”

“Na, he’d never hurt you or let anyone else. He likes you far too much.”

Your eyes rolled now facing the bartender and placing the matching drink order before turning back to Joshua.

“Come find me later okay? I need a Shua Hong dance for my payment for being Jeonghan’s bitch for the night.”

“It's the least I can do.”

Hours passed by just as quickly as alcohol entered your system, you haven’t left the side of your male counterpart for hours, he wouldn’t let you slide away other than grabbing more drinks or running to the ladies room.

Your buzz is far more prominent now. Jeonghan’s hands slid to the lower half of your body, resting between your bare skin and the hem of your dress and your heart followed along to the beat of the edm music playing over the club loudspeakers.

“Dance with me, pretty?”

His eyes burning a hole into your head, you obliged, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into the center of the purple lights and faux fog.

Jeonghan’s hands found a comfortable spot resting on your hips as you twisted around placing your back onto his chest, grinding slowly to the song.

This proximity between you has never existed, while you’re touchy or clingy the feeling from the warmth of his pants's friction on your upper thighs made you feel differently about your so called friend.

Thoughts swirled in your brain as you turned back to be face to face with his plump lips and siren like eyes. A hand, that same hand that was resting comfortably on your lower half snaked its way up to your neck, the ribbon placed there was now further from your skin as his fingers laced their way under it.

“You want to know what else I wished for?”

You opened your mouth to speak, no words formed other than some incoherent ones that sounded like soft moaning.

“I wished that you’d be my present forever, not just for the night. I can’t let anybody else get this gift.”

Your hands reached from the nape of his neck to the side of his face, trying to give him a clue that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

“Come home with me?”

He placed a small peck onto your cheek, nearing the site of your lips that so badly wanted to feel the crash of his on them.

The whole ride back in your taxi, your hands rubbed up his thigh. He knew you looked nervous, but also that you would tell him if anything made you uncomfortable.

Truth be told he was nervous too. This was a line he never thought would be crossed. Jeonghan knew for years that he wanted you and only you for that matter, but he waited for the perfect moment to be put in your hands.

Saying a quick thank you to your driver, you basically sprinted into his place, not even having a second to throw your jacket and bag down at his front door before you had your back against his white walls in the dark.

The sense of urgency to kiss you was obvious. A near feral feeling. He tasted like cherries and gin as he kissed you quickly, helping you out of your outerwear and pulling you into his apartment that was only lit by the beautiful view of the city below.

“Help me?”

Your voice came out as a whimper, turning your back to him as an indication you needed help out of your dress.

His cold hands wrapped around the zipper of your dress running a finger down your spine as it unzipped.

“Wow.”

His confidence suddenly washing away as he looked at your semi naked body only wearing a matching pink slip dress to the color of your bows and a pair of matching panties below.

“Dressed up for me too?”

“Nope. Just like to match.”

The ‘P’ of your nope popped onto his face and a devious smile appeared.

“Don’t be bad, gifts shouldn’t talk back to their owner.”

His hands found his way to the place they didn’t seem to leave all night, your hips as he placed you down onto his fresh sheets.

“Sorry, Hannie.”

“It’s okay, just be a good girl."

You nodded as he began kissing you starting at your lips and followed a trail all the way down to your sternum.

“You know the best part about gifts is opening them.”

Jeonghan’s fingers now wrapped around the waistband of your underwear as he slowly pulled them down below your knees, around your ankles and onto the floor.

A pause from kissing came as his pointer and middle finger entered into your mouth and prompted you to spit on them so he could rub circles onto your clit before entering another space he had never been to before. His first finger came in slowly penetrating you softly, when he saw you getting needy his second entered and the beats became more rapid as he used his tumb to rub circles around your much more sensitive sweet spot.

Your moaning became louder, reminding him of your voice yelling over the sound of the music in the club as you reached your first orgasm of the night.

Sitting up now watching as Jeonghan places the same two fingers that were inside of you into his mouth, savoring every last drop of the finish you had because of him, you crawled onto you knees now prompting him for some pleasure.

Undoing the button and zipper of his pants, letting him and his cock catch their breath before going down on him. You placed soft kisses along the pale skin of his stomach, making sure to nip his skin in between as you make your way down his torso. Just as you reach the waistband of his boxers, a hand comes to cup the hard thing lying beneath.

“Wanted me that bad huh?”

Jeonghan, now dethroned from his previous position of power, just groaned as a beg to have your mouth wrapped around his pulsing cock.

“I’ve wanted you forever.”

Hearing his breathless moans you released your hands from his cock and finished unwrapping yourself for him, leaving that small pink ribbon tied around your neck, before going back down to kiss your lips at the tip of his dick.

As your hands and mouth worked their way around in unison all over his engorged flesh, it takes only a few minutes for him to fill the dirty mouth that was teasing him just before.

“Didn’t take you for such a lightweight, Yoon.”

“Shut the fuck up and please get on top of me.”

Your legs came to straddle around his still sensitive cock as you teased your entrance.

“Someone’s so needy.”

“Someone is supposed to be doing far less talking and far more fucking.”

His arms pulled you down fearlessly so your lips could fall back into place and also so he could shut you up while you finally let him inside of you.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so tight.”

Jeonghan knew he wouldn’t last long being inside of you, not because you were tight, but because of the way he felt about you and how much he dreamed about watching your breasts bouncing as they hovered over his face while he fucked you.

“I- Uh, Fuck.”

“You what, pretty? Can’t handle me? Can't it last long? Want me to fill you up as you ride me?”

“Yes, yes, all of it. Please, Hannie.’"

As his hips pounded their way onto yours, both of you running out of stamina maybe due to the alcohol or maybe the adrenaline reached your climax near the same time.

“Can you come inside me, please?”

You were practically begging him to mark you and since you looked so pretty he couldn’t say no to you.

With the two of you now finished, his cock still inside of you. Jeonghan placed soft kisses on your lips.

“I don’t want this to stop.”

His hands came to untie the pink fabric now slightly wet from your shared bodily fluids.

“Me either. I love you, you know?”

You lifted your body off of him, now under his covers with your hands placed on his chest.

“I love you too, Happy Birthday.”

“Be my present forever, okay?”

“Okay, handsome.”

And with another year gone, Jeonghan finally got the birthday present he truly wanted. You.

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 16 days

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okay okay i’m requesting it: leo valdez x mortal!gf if you so please

⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x mortal! reader hcs

content: leo valdez x mortal! reader hcs warning: angsty angst, mentions of major character death author's note: can't tell if i hate these or love them???? i think im just so attached to the first two mortal! reader hcs that the leo and frank ones are falling short lmao- i've got good ideas for the part twos tho, so it's okay, ig??? anyways, enjoy or don't, we don't really care [as]

leo knew he was toast the moment he walked into that english class

there was no way he was gonna pass this class, despite the fact that he desperately need to in order to graduate

he had fleeting thoughts of not needing a high school education to save the world but then you walked into the class

and leo was going to stay in the class if it cost him his life

he couldn't just let a pretty girl like you slip out of his fingers

even if it did mean he had to read shakespeare and allen poe

totally worth it when he went pleading to you for help, rambling about how you were the top of the class and about how he needed to pass

you gave in to the cute boy easily, offering to meet with him at a nearby diner to study together

originally, it had truly started out as studying

but as the meetings became more frequent, the homework was slowly left behind and the meetings were relabeled as 'dates'

you guys made a pair like never before

you meshed well together, talking like you'd known each other for eons and centuries and lifetimes unknown to you

leo would even dare to say it was a match picked out by aphrodite herself but didn't want to jinx it

and he didn't like to think about the gods and that whole mess of his life when he was with you

with you, he was just leo, the boy who was good at math but painfully bad at english

he was leo, your darling boyfriend, not leo, the repair boy or some demigod hero

he felt a guilt settle into his stomach at every half truth or silver lie he told you

you'd ask questions about why leo's hands were always so warm and how he got to be so good at mechanics, but he'd always just brush these off with jokes or distracting kisses

it was for your betterment, he'd always tell himself afterwards

you didn't need to be burdened with gods and monsters

leo'd never do that to you, his darling girlfriend

not willingly, anyways

he should have known it was too good to last

he should have sat to face the door, just in case

he should have told you everything, prepare you for what was about to walk through the door of the diner that had become the birthplace of what you were sure was the love of your lifetime

and it would end up being the only love of your lifetime, a life cut shorter than it should have been

leo wasn't prepared for a empusa to walk into this space he'd built with you, this space he thought to be untouchable

but he should have known better

and, more than anything, he wished he grabbed the napkins that day

at least, then he'd be the first to run into the empusa...not you

poor, unprepared and unsuspecting, you

leo couldn't really remember what happened next, either because he blocked it out or really it was all that much of a blur

one second youre on your typical tuesday date in the diner and the next leo was on the ground of the diner, his hands pressed into your bleeding wounds as he desperately begged for someone - anyone - to call for help

and you had looked so, so confused, clinging to leo, your precious boy, like your life depended on it

which it did

and leo wished he could sooth all of it, the pain and the confusion

he wished he hadn't left you in the dark, told you, warned you, prepared you

and as you died in his arms, leo wished his godly blood away, as it had only ever brought him heartache

first his mother

now you

what good was being part god if everyone around you dies?

what good was being part god if you couldn't save those who matter most?

that night, leo made one last wish, squeezing your cold palms against his warm ones and pressing his forehead against your blood smattered one.

he wished to find you, next time, in the next life, and the one after that and every single life he got after those

because, maybe, finally, he'd get lucky and be able to keep you around for longer

to love you for longer, in the way you deserved

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x y/n #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #tlh

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burntb4bydoll · 11 months

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Hiii i’m a huge fan, I just read your story abt the Kaulitz twins sharing you (overstimulating you) and I was hoping for a fluffy part 2? Like maybe- waking up with them and they take reader to the mall for a shopping trip cuz they ruined her underwear? (Plus, they get bonding time with her)

This is such a cute idea i love this!!

Bill and Tom Kaulitz x Reader summery: Tom and Bill take you out to make up for ripping your underwear warnings: mentions of sex, just some fluffy stuff with the twins

You were woken up by some shuffling next to you. Groaning, you bury your head into what you thought was a pillow but was actually Toms stomach. He huffed out a small laugh before running his hand up and down your back. You felt another pair of hands come up to play with your hair. You lifted your head up and turned slightly to see Bill laying on his side next to you.

“Good morning!” Bill smiled enthusiastically, clearly having been awake for much longer than anyone else. Images of the night before flood through your head making you smile sheepishly. Bill sat up and gave you a kiss on your head before standing up. “Sooo me and Tom were talking, and we wanna take you shopping today.” You raised and eyebrow at him and turned to look at Tom. He just gave you a little smile and nodded.

“Oh um….why?” Tom chuckles and squeezed your thigh.

“Cuz we ripped your cute little panties” you scrunch your face up at the use of the word ‘panties’ which made Bill giggle. “Come on, lets get ready to go. We’ll even take you to the mall, yeah?” Tom grabbed your chin and gave you a deep kiss on the lips. Once you finally got out of bed, they gave you some fresh clothes to wear which consisted of one of Toms big shirts and a pair of Bills jeans.

“Ill sit in the back with you and Tom can drive!” Bill laughed, throwing the car keys at Tom. Tom groaned and rolled his eyes making you and Bill smile at each other. Bill walked over to you and held your hand while walking to the car. Once you get into the backseat, he sits next to you and lays his head on your shoulder.

He grabs your hand and put it on his head. You look down at him and give him a confused look. He closes his eyes and leans farther into you, “play with my hair.. please?” How could you say no to that?

*Time skip to being at the mall cuz im lazy lmao*

“Bill would you slow down? God I think you might be dislocating y/ns wrist by pulling her so fast.” Tom huffed, clearly still tired from last night. You just giggled and interlocked his fingers with yours, so that all three of you were connected.

“Im fine Tom, stop being so cranky!” Tom rolled his eyes at you and tried to hide the soft smile that was forcing its way onto his face. Bill noticed a store and dragged you two along with him.

“Ok I’m gonna look for a cute outfit for you and you guys can look for underwear ok?” Bill said, turning away excitedly before you could answer. You let go of Toms hand and started roaming around the store, and he trailed behind you like a lost puppy. Your heart warms at the boys adorable action but you don’t let him see your smug smile. You stop to look at some underwear that you thought were cute until you feel Toms arms wrap around your waist, hugging you from behind.

“Hi Tom..” you cooed

“Hi y/n..” he yawns, burying his face in your hair. You reach up to rub his head and he sighs at your touch. “You would look good in these,” he claims, pointing to a pair of black silk underwear “would make your ass look nice.” He smirks causing you to scoff and playfully push him away.

“Look at this pretty dress I found for you!” Bills voice makes both of you jump slightly. You turn around and examine the dress, it was a black dress with long lace sleeves.

“Hm it’s pretty, but I feel like you only picked that one because it matches your style.” You joke, making Bill grin.

“We’ll of course! I have the best style and you would suit it very nicely!” He says, only half joking. Tom fake laughs and shook his head,

“No, everyone knows I have the best style.”

#bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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This is in response to the "Jason pretending to be/gaslighting himself into actual pregnancy" thread.

What exactly is Alfred’s and Bruce’s reaction to the…news? Like, how did they get told? Did the batkids (-Todd) sit them down, bring the board out, and try to quickly explain the ‘hey your son/grandson may be pregnant, yes it’s possible, halfa biology is a fun thing isn’t it?’ and all that jazz?

Or did Jason announce it randomly in the middle of chaotic family dinner and acted like he didn’t say anything odd, or did he bring it up offhandedly before waking away and ignoring any calls for him to return

Lmao maybe in a different world Jason chooses to announce it during a gala, Peeta ‘if it weren’t for the baby’ Mellark style, and then just let hell ascend.

Or did Danny break it by just simply asking Jason how the baby was

The first time the other boys breakdown.

It’s decided that Jason would tell Alfred at his own time and so they focus on Bruce.

They sit Bruce down in the cave and lay out their evidence the best they can.

And when the others come in later to suit up Bruce tries to bench Jason and that does not go down well.

A full screaming match that hasn’t happen since Jason’s switch, that ends with Bruce just shouting,

“I don’t care what happens out there right now, I can’t allow a pregnant person to put themselves in danger!”

And Jason just freezes in place, the cave is dead silent. Half of the clan is just looking on in confusion. The other boys are refusing to look in their general direction. Stephanie folds herself in half with a laugh and Alfred just raises an eyebrow.

Jason’s has to catch himself on the table to stop himself from falling over from the stitch in his side.

~~~~~~~~~

The second time is after the Desiree incident he goes to talk to with Alfred alone.

The what ifs were keeping him up, he needed to talk to someone who wouldn’t judge him.

They sat together under the island lights with tea and Alfred gave him a gentle hug .

Jason admitted that he didn’t know why he was crying anyways. It was his choice, he knew it was for the best.

Maybe it was just how bad he’s been feeling for the last week.

Alfred doesn’t judge and reassured Jason that he was allowed to feel such ways.

~~~~~~~

The third time it was real casual, so casual in fact that they others just through he was joking.

When the others realized he had completely kicked the last of his smoking habit and just said “for my baby” they thought he had quit during the prank.

When he declined a drink with Bruce and Dick he just said “baby” and they assumed he didn’t feel like it and was joking.

When Jason said he wasn’t going to patrol for awhile they assumed he was taking a well deserved vacation.

It wasn’t until he was a good four months along did they take a hint.

Dick, poking Jason side jokingly: Man little wing, not so little now. I know you’re on vacation and all that but you’re starting to let yourself go.

Jason not looking up from his writing: Gee Dickhead, thanks. Not like I’ve been growing your first nibling or anything.

Dick:…. What?

Jason: you know? My baby? Little thing making a mess of my guts rn?

*The others tuning in at the breakfast table*

Jason: guys, seriously. Did none of you take me seriously?

Damian: it was hard to after the last time

Jason: why’d you think I’ve sat out all the breakouts the last two months???

Tim: I just thought you were being a dick man.

Jason: Thanks. Old man, you good? You have been staring ahead for quite some time.

Bruce, mildly choked up: hmmm

Jason: ok good anyways what do you think about the name ‘Martha Jane Todd Wayne’ for a girl? I thought Jane Martha first but I think Martha Jane sits better on the tongue.

Bruce with an even more choked up expression: hmmm

#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dc x dp #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #mother hood au #mpreg

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jazeswhbhaven · 2 months

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Just Another Day in Hades...(Requiem of the Survivors Event React III)

Henlo again, third post time! Make sure you check out the previous parts before continuing! ->Part 1 -> ->Part 2->

Good to go? Let's finish this~

So we're back and this is final part to my react post!! It's mostly the damn image limit that kills me. Let me have 50 images per post ugh. Anywayssss

WOMP I spelt his name wrong in another post like all the way wrong. It's bad enough Orias couldn't even remember his name lmao

I'm crying because level with me... I read his name because of the typo as "Zaddy" instead of Zadkie Sure. I mean I'll call him Zaddy ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ (btw this is a different way of calling someone "Daddy" during sex) Now you know your admin was being horny for another angel again. I am never leaving the streets at this point and Dre has his eyes on me ready to have some words. m o v i n g o n n nn

So Orias is hyping up the angel trying to get him ready for when leviathan gets over to him. they see him from afar and have their little talk, and Zadkiel is nervous asf (as he should be) but Orias is like "you're fine :D" all while he's over there slobbering over Levi's soul again.

See. Look at him. Just confident. Also this part I'm just gonna hurry up and paraphrase so "Levi" walks up to Orias and the angel and after the two of them stare at each other BAM Orias tells the angels to attack "Levi" immediately.

Looks like they got him right???

W R O N G

After Orias ripped through "Levi's" chest and ate the orb, it didn't taste at all what he expected, and...it had the opposite affect of what he thought it would too.

Won't you look at that, Orias wasn't the only one who fucking came in with a failsafe key sort of speak. SO remember back when I said Zadkiel was staring at Levi??? Well he knew who it was because it wasn't really Levi at all but an old colleague of his named Ose that was disguised by the real Levi who only half trusted Orias's note. And as I suspected, Levi was too smart for that and if we remember that he and orias are the ones that can lie. so both parties threw everyone for a loop.

Leviathan played his cards right and he won. Foras witnessed such a thing before his eyes knowing he was probs gonna win anyway lol

And omfg how cheeky, Levi also just wanted to know what would happen if Orias swallowed the soul omg. Lol this is wild. So in short honestly, Zadkiel gave up, seems that he was under Gabriel since he said his name as his last words and the Leviathan monster pretty much swallowed everyone up. It nearly goes for Orias but Levi stops it.

Yes, even after all this bullshit, Levi sticks to his original promise that he wasn't going to do anything to Orias. In fact, he even has the monster spit out a few souls for Orias to eat.

Now see here, this whole "omg being over 21 means your so old now wow" joke is tiring because no one in their 20s looks like Orias who I assume looks like a wrinkled fucking peach under there and his hair is kinda greyed out too? which I mean I've heard of that happening but come on. lol

otherwise though it comes to a conclusion that Orias was pissed off that he was tricked even though he's the one that tricked Levi in the first place

I can't either Foras. I really can't. Orias needs the timeout chair if he's gonna act like this because omg it's almost like Levi is gentle parenting him so he can act better but I mean technically none of this is a good example of gentle parenting lol But also, Orias has a new noose on his neck and if I'm reading the room correctly, I think Levi intends on using it in it future because of how he says "your life belongs to me" and that it's not like the old one.

Orias is on a tight leash now, Levi's promise still hasn't changed, and our nobles learned more about him and us too.

CONCLUSION So for this event I give it a 9/10. One point off because Orias is being a little brat which kinda came off to me as in his big age, he was still acting like a child. Like yes, give him some grace because he was at that farm with Levi and had horrible stuff done to him and especially one that causes aging to where he may even die in another year or so and he's addicted to angel souls now and it makes him want more and more. I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting to highlight something...but I'mma be honest I'm running off fumes and I haven't slept at all SO if I do remember I'll just edit it in here. But but I hope you all enjoyed the heavy lore again, I really appreciate this that they're doing for the story because it's starting to kind of align with the main story kindish? And we get to see glimpses of how the devils are without MC around so I'm getting my piece of slice of life demon pie.

NOW though with the event done. I'm sure the next one crossing my fingers will be a Lucifer-centered one. maybe. Because they have told us before chapter updates would be every three months or so so that's a lot of waiting that I'm glad for because that means more time to beef up cards, unlock holy board stories, farm for materials. The best time for a f2p peep. btw these advanced candies are gonna fucking be the end of me, it's almost like I need to ONLY nab those during events because they get you at the end with those.

As always appreciate you all for reading my stuff, after I sleep today I'll get back to work on those requests again T^T byeee~ -your lovely admin ♥( ˆ⌣ ˆԅ)

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb hades bois 💜#whb spoilers #whb event #whb orias #there was a lot of lore in here #team no sleep tho #zaddy come to me #lmao

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ghastlyfilters · 1 year

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BETRAYAL !

— “AND I HELD YOUR HAND THROUGH ALL OF THESE YEARS, BUT YOU STILL HAVE.. ALL OF ME.”

pairing; billy loomis x fem!reader

summary; what if your biggest betrayal was by someone you’d held the hand of for so many years? billy loomis was supposed to be a pleasant never ending dream, not a soon to be distant memory turned into your one, true nightmare. (reader is replacing the role of sidney)

author’s note: HI. (i was half asleep whilst writing this and found it in my drafts. fuck knows where i was going with it. after reading it, i’m gonna guess it’s something about the whole ‘betrayal’ thing and the reader not knowing the darker truth behind billy’s motive if he is actually the killer? little does she know lmao. but anyway, take this whilst i go finish some requests and write other content. more reqs are open as always. even when i’m busy, i like writing requests here and there. or i’ll leave them for a bit and come back to em! enjoy this fic that i honestly don’t know why my half asleep self wrote💀)

PLEASE DON’T READ IF MENTIONS OF BETRAYAL, DEATH, OR ANYTHING HORROR RELATED AFFECTS YOU!!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A shiver ran down your spine as flashbacks of hearing about the deaths of Casey Becker and Steve Orth came creeping back into your head. Had the killer intended for you to be next? Or were you just another random teen fit into this psycho’s cruel joke.

Everything was happening all too fast. Yes, you were now sat in Woodsboro police station after being taken in for your own safety. But did you truly feel safe?

No.

“Y/n?” A voice called out.

“Y/n??”

You quickly snapped out of your unpleasant thoughts, looking up to see Deputy Riley standing over you, holding out a small cup of water.

“Thanks, Dewey.” You whispered with a weak smile, accepting the water and placing it down beside you.

Dewey let out a small sigh as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Try not to overthink things, hm? We’ll have this all sorted out soon enough.”

You ran a hand through your hair, wincing at the sickly feeling you had in the pit of your stomach. You’d been incredibly nauseous ever since you arrived at the station. No wonder. You were probably still in shock after the events of tonight.

“Y/n, please. If you stress you’ll just make yourself even more shaken up than you clearly already are. Do you want me to get the nurse to check you over again?” Dewey asked.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Dewey gave you a small pat on the back as he cleared his throat, slowly beginning to walk away.

“I’ll take you and Tatum home soon, kay?” He said, turning around one last time before heading back over to Sheriff Burk.

You resumed to wandering back into deep thought. Yeah, you were shaken up from the whole ‘killer’ part of tonight, but that wasn’t what hurt most.

Billy.

His name was beginning to feel like a distant memory, waiting for you to finally let go of.

‘Expect the unexpected,’ Most would say. But had you really imagined the one whom you thought you could trust the most would dare to hurt you?

Never.

After fighting for your life as the suspected killer tried to make it come to a brutal and bloody ending, Billy came out of nowhere, sneakily checking up on you every night as he had done for the past two years.

His timing was off. Way, WAY too off.

But the minute that damn phone fell out his pocket, you felt your heart stop immediately.

One hour ago, 34 Elm Street:

He was after you.

He was after YOU.

You yelped as Woodboro’s newly, anonymous killer made his move on you. He viciously kicked you to the floor with his large black boots, ready to gut you any second now.

Struggling, you desperately tried to pick yourself up, but it was no use. The killer grabbed a fistful of your hair, bashing your head against the laminate.

All you could think about was your upcoming cruel ending. How you were not going to see the ones you loved ever so dearly again. Tatum would never get to have late night movie sleepovers with you, Stu wouldn’t be able to make you giggle with his constant cheesiness, Randy and his little sister couldn’t ever see that bright smile of yours again whenever you’d go over to their house, and Billy, oh, Billy..

Your Billy.

You’d never get the chance to hear that soft voice of his ever again, almost as light as feathers themselves. The feeling of his undying love would soon be nothing. All the blissful memories you once shared were about to be over. Forever.

Finally, the monster behind the mask raised his sharp blade above you, ready to finish you off once and for all.

You quickly pushed him off you, sending the killer flying to the wall. Adrenaline had began to kick in. You couldn’t just be so defenceless and let him end you like that! You HAD to see your loved ones again. And you made sure this fucker wouldn’t prevent you from doing that anytime soon.

Quickly scrambling to the front door, you rattled the chain only to find it locked. Fuck. He could easily get back up in time whilst you tried to fix the lock. It wasn’t worth it.

Without hesitation, the killer got back up once again, launching himself at you. You ducked under him as he had clumsily managed to get his Buck 120 knife stuck in the door.

You headed for the stairs but knew he was hot on your heels. It didn’t take long for you to reach your bedroom, running over to the phone beside your bed desperately trying to dial 911.

“Shit!” You cursed. That bastard was still on the other end of the line.

Your only option was to contact them through the shitty computer you’d had for years now. The thing was slow, but you hoped it would be fast enough for you to alarm the police in time.

You whipped your head around only to see that the masked murderer was.. gone?

Before you could even stop and think for a moment, Billy rushed up to your window, climbing into the room. Oh dear god, it was like your prayers had finally been answered.

“Billy!” You breathed deeply, rushing towards him as if you were a small, frightened animal looking for your mother.

“I heard screaming,” Billy panicked. “The door’s locked. You all right?”

He watched you struggle to breathe properly out of pure fear. Fast, uneasy breaths. You clung to him, not letting go. Your sharp nails digging into his back. Not that he was bothered, that is.

“The killer’s here. He’s in the house! He’s in the house, he’s got a knife!” You cried, breathing in Billy’s cologne and masculine scent.

“He’s gone.” Billy said with a faint whisper, shushing you as you whimpered in his ear. “He’s gone, it’s alright.”

You were safe. You were in Billy’s arms for crying out loud! Everything was going to be fine.

A crash was heard as something had fallen out of your lover’s pocket, heading straight to the floor. You slowly turned your head around, staring directly at the item that had fell.

The phone.

You felt your throat close as it gave you that sickening, nauseating tingle you’d always hated. Your heartbeat became slower and slower. All you could do was stay in Billy’s arms, frozen out of fear before realisation truly hit.

Billy could feel the difference in your bodily functions, and cocked his head as you looked at him in horror, backing away.

“What?” He asked, his tone concerned.

You stared at your lover with pure disgust. Watching as he grew more and more confused. Your mind and mouth did not respond to his series of questions, demanding to know what was wrong and why you were looking at him with such terror.

Everything appeared to soon be ignored as you were only focused on one thing and one thing only.

Betrayal.

Your heart rate finally picked back up again, causing you to run out of the room. Billy followed behind, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t now until he realised you weren’t just running away, you were running away from HIM.

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait! Wait, Y/n, wait!” Billy yelled, now full on going after you to get his answer.

You managed to get halfway down the stairs before he stopped chasing you, you could hear him screaming for you at the top of the staircase, leaning heavily onto the banister.

“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! What’s going on?”

Your heart was in your throat whilst you could not believe what was happening right now. Too much, too soon.

“Y/n, come back!” He shrieked.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Now, Woodsboro Police Station:

Tears welled up in your eyes as those dark memories of tonight replayed, ones that would never quite leave your head.

“Y/n!” The same voice from your flashback called.

You looked up, slightly wincing at who you saw through the window of Sheriff Burk’s office.

Him.

Billy stared intensely at you from afar through the glass, his eyes filled with nothing but anger and never ending thoughts of confusion.

Yet, something else hid behind those eyes. A dark type of mystery you weren’t ready to know yet.

It was as if your lover felt the same feeling of betrayal you were experiencing yourself. But not betrayal because you’d suspected it was him trying to kill you, something else that was far different. Something worse.

I mean, you hadn’t did anything, right? It was Billy who had made himself look as guilty as he did. Far too suspicious for anyone to believe for the time being. Yet, his aura practically told you he showed no signs of guilt..

You began to sweat nervously as he continued to stare. What if, it truly had nothing to do with Billy? Had timing been your saviour tonight? Was he innocent enough to prove he had only arrived to your house to see you again?

A darker truth lay untold for now. The feeling of betrayal was mutual, but something else just told one a devious message about the other.

Something was coming.

Something, bad.

Something that in reality, was already here..

#scream #billy loomis #billy loomis x female reader #fem reader #scream 1996 #skeet ulrich #angst #scream angst #ghostface #billy loomis fic #tatum riley #stu macher #dewey riley #deputy dewey #randy meeks #reqs open #billy loomis x reader

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dumblilb · 1 year

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YOU TASTE BETTER ☆

Frank iero x Fem! Reader

(Synopsis: He couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling her one more time before tour.)

(Warnings: SMUT, cursing, smoking weed LMAO, sub!frank, switch!reader (their rolls aren’t crazy obvious, I tried to keep it chill), also some fluff)

(Words: 2403)

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“Hey can you help me with the hair dye, I always fuck up the back.” Frank yells to her from the bathroom. She gets up from the couch and walks in to find him with half his hair dyed a dark black.

“Yeah, do you got gloves?” She asks and he points to the counter where they lay. She picks them up and slides them on. Then taking the bowl from his hands she has him sit on the counter as she applies the dye to his roots.

She could see him making dumb faces at the mirror in the corner of her eye but she just ignored him and finished up, removing the gloves and discarding them in the trash. Grabbing a plastic bag she put it on his head tying it tight and turning him to look at her.

“There, you look so pretty.” She says in a half truth, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark as he jumped off the counter and walked out to the living room.

“Thanks for the help. With us having the tour coming up next week I thought maybe I shouldn’t look totally trashed.” He jokes pulling her down on the couch with him, flipping the channels till it lands on a dumb movie for them to mostly ignore.

“Hey I rolled before you got here but then I got distracted with my hair, do you wanna?-“ He says to her pointing to the blunt laying on the coffee table.

“Yeah why not.” She shrugs and get up to grab the lighter she knows is stashed in drawer on the other side of the room. She throws it to him and watched as the light illuminates his face as he puts the joint to his lips. She couldn’t help but feel something burning in the pit of her stomach as she watched the smoke leave his lips. The way his body relaxed back into the couch couldn’t even make the dumb ass plastic bag on his head look bad.

“Here.” He says as she sits down and passes it to her. She wasn’t the type to smoke all the time. But when she was with him, or the guys, it was a time she could relax and not worry about the repercussions. She put it to her lips and breathed in. She would cough a little from time to time but he never laughed at her. He didn’t care what lame shit she did. He always thought she look hot doing it, so it didn’t matter much to him.

She looked at the clock and realized it was time to wash out his hair so she lets him know and drags him to the bathroom. He leans over the tub and rest his hands on the frame, she removed the bag and turned the water on. She took the handle and started to gently rinse out his hair. Soon adding her fingers to the mix as she ran them through his hair to help the process. The feeling causing him to lose it, unknowably to her. The heat rose to his face and he just prayed it would be gone by the time this was done. She had finally finished and she turned the water off. She grabbed a towel from the rack and threw it on his head making him laugh.

God, she loved his laugh.

Once he had dried his hair enough she pulled out her hair dryer. He was against it at first, but then he realized her hands would he in his hair once again so he didn’t mind. She just quickly dried the rest and then put it back away. He turned to look in a mirror and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and and admired him.

“You’re so beautiful.” She complimented and he couldn’t control his blushy smile. She always used more stereotypical feminine compliments for him. She always thought it fit him better. Sure he was handsome, but he was just so gorgeous in her eyes that handsome never felt like a strong enough word to convey her emotions. She gave him a quick hug from the back and walked back to the couch. Him following close behind.

She sat down and he cuddled right up close to her. He picked the blunt back up and took a hit before passing it to her. He kept his eyes close on her lips every pass, and they would travel down every time she exhaled.

The way her chest moved up and down catching his attention. He passes the blunt to her once again and she puts it to her lips.

But this time he leans over to start kissing her neck. She gasps a little in surprise causing a few coughs to escape. But the feeling of his lips smile into her neck between each kiss made her let him keep going. The feeling of his cold lip ring against her neck made her shiver.

He was sloppy with it. The way he abused her neck and the feeling of his hands in her hair, returning the favor from earlier sending her over the edge.

He was practically on top of her as he messily kissed her moving from her neck to her lips slowly, dragging out the sensation. She swiftly put the blunt out in the ash tray on the table beside them as she blew the air out into his mouth. He moved from her lips to her chest.

Her bra having already been removed hours before due to it being many hours late into the night. Her shirt was quick to slide off as he got to his knees and continued to place messy kisses down her cleavage stopping write above her pantie line. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. She leaned down and placed a kiss to his lips giving him all the permission he needed to remove first her pajama shorts, then painfully slow he pulled down her underwear.

She moved her hips up ever so slightly to give him access. He returned to giving small wet kisses down her stomach and her thighs. Soon finding his final place in her cunt. The cold metal of his lip ring grazing her clit every few moments causing her to squirm. He paused to lick her pussy, bottom to top, ending at her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and began to work. The sensation making the heat at the pit of her stomach increase. She tightly gripped the couch as he sucked. The feeling of his tongue entering inside her making a loud moan escape her lips. A smile forming on his own for a quick second. His tongue moved rapidly and he gripped her thighs squeezing them soft as he could. But the red marks would still be there after. He removed one hand from her thigh and his tongue from her cunt causing her to whine. Which quickly turned into a loud breathy moan as he inserted a finger into her.

“Does that feel good.” He whispers as she moves a hand from the couch to his hair. Running her hands through it as he pumps in her back and forth. His face was wet and his lips looked red and plump.

“Y-yes.” She moaned and used her hand to gently push his face back down into her. He inserted another finger causing her to scream as he put his mouth back on her clit doing double time on her pussy.

The feeling in her stomach tightening made her realize what would soon happen so she tried to warn him but he ignored her and kept going pumping back and forth, in and out of her with a good rhythm. His tongue sloppily massaging her clit. She felt the feeling rise up in her and a loud sigh escaped her mouth as she came. He quickly removed his fingers and switched to his mouth being on her cunt and his fingers rubbing her clit as she rode out her high. She trembled under his touch as he used his free hand to hold her down. His tongue and fingers got slower as the shaking stopped and soon he came up for air. Placing soft kisses to her clit as he rubbed her legs gently, reminding her of how good she was for him. Her body relaxed as she breathed heavily.

He continued to leave, now wet, cum covered kisses up her body over her chest licking her tits messing with them for a second with his tongue, and ending up back to her mouth. Where he kissed her.

“You taste so good.” He sighs between kisses.

She wasn’t done though. The taste of her on his lips making her go crazy. She pulls off his shirt revealing more of his tattoos causing her to smile. She loved the way he looked so soft, contrasting the fact that his body was covered in ink.

She flipped him over to lay him down on the couch. Her bare tits rubbing against his chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. She sat in a straddling position with her legs on opposite sides of him. She looked him in the eyes and without warning pulled his hair back, just hard enough to not hurt him too much. She started to kiss his neck, sucking on it every few moments. Leaving purple marks there for the morning. She could feel his dick growing hard under her bare cunt through his lose plaid pajama pants. The sensation making her even more wet.

She continued to his kiss him roughly as she moved her hands down to his pants pulling them off enough so he could kick them down. Returning the favor from earlier she slowly removed his boxers as she placed small kisses down his dick. The feeling making him whine with pleasure. But he practically begged for more as he gripped her hips running his hands from there to her tits. He pulled her up and looked in her eyes.

“Please.” He breathed out soft enough to barley be a whisper. He was fully erect now and ready. She went down quickly to suck him off a few times. The feeling of her lips around his dick making him moan. After a few passes she removed her lips swiftly grabbing a condom from the side table drawer and sliding it on for him. He groans as she positions herself up to him and she quickly inserts him into her. Heaving breaths escape his lips as his back arched. She bopped herself slowly… painfully slow on his cock up and down his hands gripped her waist tightly.

The feeling of him inside her sent her over the moon but she didn’t want him to know that quite yet. She kept almost a poker face of content pleasure as she bounced herself around him. The feeling of him rubbing against her walls causing a small tear to roll down her cheek in ecstasy. She pulsed, clenching every few moments at the feeling. She wanted more, she wanted it faster. She wanted him to scream her name as she fucked him, so the whole neighborhood knew he was hers. But she controlled herself for now and leaned down, placing messy kisses to his lips. Him not even being able to keep his mouth closed for more than a second as uncontrolled moans escaped him. She bit at his lip ring pulling a little knowing it would make him twitch. The feeling of it in her cunt making her smile. She sat back up straight and started going faster. The muscles in her legs tightened as she moved her hips up and down in circular motions.

The sight of her tits moving up and down as she pumped mesmerized him. He pulled her chest down to him as he massaged one tit, the other in his mouth. As he played with her nips using his tongue, he licked and sucked till she felt raw. She let out a moan making him pleased. She continues to move rapidly on his dick as he holds on to her practically leaving long scratches to her hips in the process. She kept feeling him twitch inside her. The feeling of him hitting her g spot each time making her feral. Just as he’s about to cum she stops for a second. And a groan leaves his lips.

“What do you say?” She says slowly lifting her hips up. Knowing she would soon come to her second end of the night. But she wanted him to beg.

“P-Please.” He whines. Loudly. So she leaned down placing a kiss to his lips. But mid kiss she slams back down and she smiles continuing to move up and down at a fast pace. His loud moans filled the room making her go insane. He started to buck his hips but at this point she didn’t care to correct his as a loud breathy moan left his lips. He would hit her spot repeatedly as his dick shook inside her. Letting her know he was ready. She moved her hips up and down quicker and she felt it. She felt him cum. He practically screamed her name as she rode out his high. The heat coming from the condom being the last thing she needed before she released on him. The feeling leaving her cunt happy and her cum all over his cock as he pulled it out. He removed the condom and tossed it aside, his hands shaking. Before he could do anything else she leaned him back down.

“Let me do this.” She says still wildly out of breath. She put her lips around him and slowly started sucking him clean. She licked him from the base to the head a few last times before quickly bobbing her head in a circular motion, knowing what it would do. He was always quick after the first fuck so he came for the second time that night. Fast. And as his cum enters her mouth spilling down her chin she didn’t care. She placed disgustingly wet and cum induced kisses all over his body till she got to his lips. The sounds of his heaving moans making her smile.

“You taste better.”

#frank iero #frank iero x reader #my chemical romance #frank iero smut #Frank iero x reader smut #my chemical romance smut #Spotify

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