#kia Anderson smut

[wh0re43van]

Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read

A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3

Pt 2 , Pt 3

I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I can’t believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. I’ve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random man’s house, while he’s parked a block away.

I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.

“Uhm can I help you? Are you alright?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.

“Of course that dumbass didn’t tell you,” I sigh. “I’m delivering for Dakota,” I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.

“Ah, okay,” he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. “Why don’t you come in, get out of the cold?” he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesn’t appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.

“Thank you,” I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random man’s house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.

“Did you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?” he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.

“I did,” I smile. “Only for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,” I explain. That must be where I know him from.

“Y/n, I thought that was you,” he smiles taking a seat next to me.

“Yeah,” I smile back. “You look familiar, but I’m sorry I can’t remember your name,” I blush, a bit embarrassed that I don’t remember him.

“Ouch,” He chuckles. “I thought getting detention together for stealing the teachers’ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,” he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.

“Warren?” I ask, shocked. “Little Warren Lipka?” I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I don’t believe it! He laughs at my reaction.

“I guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didn’t recognize me,” he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. “You got that 8th, beautiful?” he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.

“That’ll be 7 bucks, sir,” I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.

“You look really good,” he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint he’s just rolled.

“Thank you,” I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. “You look good yourself,” I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.

“So you’re a friend of Dakotas?” He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.

“His girlfriend, actually,” My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.

“Holy shit,” he laughs in between coughs. “How the hell did that goon bag you?” he asks, flabbergasted. I can’t help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” I answer honestly. Dakota isn’t exactly the best boyfriend in the world. We’ve been dating almost two years and I’ve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesn’t respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when you’re as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isn’t hard for him to convince me that he’s the best I’ll ever have.

“So what’s wrong with Dakota? Why couldn’t he make the delivery himself?” Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarifies.

“He said he was tired and didn’t want to get his shoes wet,” I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. “Can you believe that?” I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. “He’s just sitting in his shit box a block away,” I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Wow,” he scoffs. “I actually don’t believe that. I couldn’t imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,” he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you make deliveries for me,” he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face that’s closer to mine than I realized, but I can’t bring myself to back away. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t want you smoking with me,” he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.

“Why’s that?” I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke that’s slowly rolling off his lips.

“Because it gives me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since freshman year,” he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.

“Hey babe,” Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. “Nah man she’s good she’s right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!” I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. “Is there a fucking problem man?” Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriend’s muffled speech. “Yeah, I didn’t fuckin think so,” he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.

“You look pretty stoned,” he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let me walk you out. You remember where his car is?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.

“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I don’t dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.

The walk to Dakota’s car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when you’re high.

“Here he is,” Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After I’m seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. “Don’t have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. I’m glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.

 My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s scarred of Warren.

As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. I’ll just have to return it to him.

•

•

It’s been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

‘Is it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?’ I ask myself. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts I’m having of him aren’t exactly platonic.

‘I’ll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.’ I tell myself as I climb into my car. ‘Okay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, that’s innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if he’s going to school now, stuff like that’ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that I’m going out with my mother for lunch.

I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.

‘Maybe he’s not home and I’ll just hand it to his parents,’ I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe it’s for the b-

“Y/n!” Warren exclaims as the door swings open. “What a pleasant surprise,” he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.

“Hey Warren,” I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.

“Come in, its freezing,” he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.

“Well, actually I’m just here to return your coat,” I hold out the slick material.

“How kind,” he flashes his dimples. “Are you in a rush?” He asks as he retrieves his jacket.

“Well, no…” I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.

“Then come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,” he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.

I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.

“This may be a bold assumption,” Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. “But I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,” he suggests, looking into my eyes.

“Warren-“ I begin, but I don’t know what to say. He’s right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something I’ve never experienced before. I need to feel him-

“Free weed, right?” He grins picking up the rolling tray.

Oh.

 I can’t help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.

“It’s not often that I don’t have to match,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“You mean with friends, right?” Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.

“Uh,” my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. I’ve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. “No, I mean in general. Dakota says he’s, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else I’m stealing from him,” I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Thank God he can’t see the pool forming in my underwear.

“No offense y/n,” he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. “But Dakotas pathetic,” he breaths out.

“None taken,” I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.

“I mean for more than just the way he treats you,” he explains as I pass the joint back to him. “I’ve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,” he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. “Soon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how he’s making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,” he chuckles. “I beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,” he takes a hit. “Pussy didn’t throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didn’t even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,” he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.

“Wow, I guess that’s why he seemed so scared the other day,” I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.

“That’s also why I get a discount,” he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. “But for once,” he leans in closer to me. “I’m jealous of him,” I can feel his breath on my face. “Seeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.

“Well,” I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. “I’m here now, Warren.” And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. I’m suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I haven’t felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.

“This is wrong, Warren,” I pull away reluctantly.

“No beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelsea’s contact last month,” he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. She’s his most recent side piece. “Had I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,” he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.

“You’re right,” I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.

“May I?” I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.

“I insist,” he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. He’s perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.

Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isn’t something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time I’ve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and he’s barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.

“Come here baby,” Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. “You did so good for me,” he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. “You really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?” He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.

“Please just fuck me Warren,” I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.

“You ready, beautiful?” He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. There’s almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips

“Shh,” he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. “My folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,” he explains.

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “You just feel so fucking go-“ I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breast’s that are moving in rhythm with his hips.

“God, you’re so stunning,” he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.

“Come here darling,” he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,” he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.

“Fuck,” Warren grunts. “You take me so well, beautiful,” he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive he’s leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I don’t dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.

“Fuck,” I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. “Just like that Warren please,” I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.

“Fuck y/n!” He moans in surprise. Now it’s his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.

“Holly shit,” he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. “That was…you were…wow,” he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.

“I can say the same to you,” I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.

“You can use my shower if you’d like, I’ve made quite the mess of you,” he smirks.

“Thank you,” I smile standing up. “Uhm, we’re definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling… not guilty… but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.

“My lips are sealed, beautiful,” he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.

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Venti Iced White Mocha

kai anderson x reader smut

warnings: rivals with benefits, shameless smut, shower sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, ass to mouth (sorry), degredation (sorry), female reader (sorry lol), kai anderson is his own warning

word count: 5,177

a/n: i should preface this by apologizing. i'm not sure if the person who initially requested shower sex with kai wanted something quite like this. this is a goddamn shitshow !! i'm really sorry !! reader's kind of an overconfident bitch here, so apologies for that too. i wanted to make her as exaggerated as the girls were in the show, yk?

and apologies if none of this makes any sense. as usual, my writing's pretty clunky and all over the place. ksjhgkdsjhgkjdsg

taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz

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During every one of his speeches as a respected city councilman; Kai knew, inevitably, he’d see you there.

As he stood at the mic, singing divine words of a new-age revolution. You would always come parading by, ranting and raving your delusions of feminist grandeur. Waving your decorative, neon, picket signs (aesthetics inspired by your nightly pinterest browsing); you would protest Kai’s holy praises of liberation. Overshadowing his words with your fake news and sacrilegious falsehoods.

Kai despised you. And desperately, he wanted to see your head on a pike.

In truth, however, he admired your tenacity.

You were such a brave soul, to stand up and fight. To speak your naive, girlish truths with such passion. Even despite the horror you continuously witnessed at Kai’s rallies. So many of his speeches ended in violence and bloodshed. Still, you protested anyway. You did all you could to pull the people’s attention away from Kai. And instead, you directed them to your obscene, ignorant ramblings.

Even Kai himself couldn’t deny it. You had guts, you had heart, and most importantly, you had stubborn determination.

One day, Kai decided to be the better man. Because at his core, he was always the better man.

If you weren’t going to cease your protests, then he’d be the one to step in and make peace. In spite of your obvious, unwarranted hatred towards the opposite sex. Kai approached you at the end of another rally, offering politely to buy you a coffee.

He figured you liked coffee. At least, you were definitely the type who appreciated a girly, sugarbomb of a drink every once in a while.

Or every day, probably. Didn’t every basic, women's studies bitch live off that shit?

Kai took it upon himself to purchase for you a venti, iced, white chocolate mocha (shots of blonde espresso, two pumps white chocolate, cup lined with caramel, no whip, vanilla sweet cream cold foam, a little extra caramel drizzle). Just to mock you a little bit, maybe. Not like you were perceptive enough to catch on.

Surely, such a #slay-queen’s dream of a drink would satisfy you long enough, that Kai could engage you in civil conversation. And after a long, tension heavy, passive aggressive discussion about…he couldn’t remember what, really. Somehow, Kai’s meeting with you ended in sex.

The roughest and nastiest of hateful, rivalry sex. In the back of your 2013 Kia Sportage. The kind of car that screamed, 'I need protection from big, scary men.'

Kai barely took initiative. Because you were the one to grab the reins and lead him to victory. You forced him down with your palms to his broad chest. And spitting off insult after insult, criticizing his worth as a politician; you rode Kai’s dick to kingdom come. Euphemism implied.

Of course, he should’ve expected such an outcome. Especially from a depraved, rageful animal like you.

Kai could recall, in his hazy, adderall-fueled memory, two more instances wherein the both of you cracked. Engaging in sinful, filthy acts of sexual intimacy. Sweaty, unforgiving, and fueled with unbridled loathing for the opposite sex. Not his fault you wanted his dick so bad. Behind closed doors, you practically worshiped the musky, masculine power of his cock.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind. Only because you refused to see his side of things, obviously.

Whenever Kai met with you, he always tried to explain his perspective. He shared his ideas, and mentioned the changes he wished to see in the world. And you did nothing but laugh every time. Constantly, you insisted his obsession with the instinctive fears of humans would lead him nowhere.

“If you continue to play into civilian terror, you’ll never be an ideal leader, Anderson.” You said, sipping another, venti, iced, white chocolate mocha he bought for you. Out of the generosity of his heart.

Your lipstick left behind traces of color on the straw. And Kai thought vividly about what that same color would look like, wrapped in a vibrant ring around his cock. As he crammed his dick so far down your throat, you’d feel the imprint of his bulbous head for weeks.

“Oh, and b-t-dubs? Breeding more violence in this city is only gonna end in misery for you. Just so you know.” You added with a sassy, overconfident wave of your hand.

Sharp, finely manicured nails decorated your fingers, painted in one of your favorite colors. Kai wanted to feel you rake those nails sharply down his back. All while he drilled your sweet pussy so violently, you’d be fucked speechless.

You also mentioned that, if Kai managed to somehow, in some way succeed; the women of the world would continue to suffer in silence. Because they were your main concern. Always your number one concern. Never the liberation of every person, be they male, female, or attack helicopter. But women, and women only.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

You needed a harsh reality check.

Naturally, Kai figured, if he scared the ever-loving shit out of you? You’d finally listen to reason.

If Kai broke into your apartment one night in an adderall-induced high, wearing his signature clown ensemble. And if he spray painted your walls with an emblematic symbol. A subtle, little warning to instill paranoia and fear. A warning that you’d been marked by the city’s most dangerous murderers. Maybe then, at long last, you’d see the light.

Kai could finally welcome you into the fold, as part of his movement. And he could use your strengths (your insufferable stubbornness) to his advantage. While he also fucked you brainless, turning you into his little breeding tool.

Maybe.

He’d have to think it over. Give it a few business days.

Once he broke into your apartment, Kai didn’t expect to find you in the shower. But of course, that’s where you were. The instant he overheard the faint sound of the water running, he was caught off guard. Underneath the thick rubber of his clown mask, Kai heaved hot breaths. Trudging through the hall of your apartment, he found the cracked door to your bathroom. Steam trickled out from inside, and Kai placed a gloved hand on the door. Carefully, he pushed it open, listening as you sang a womanly ballad to yourself.

Professing your raw power, as a single lady who had her heart broken one, too many times.

He almost felt sorry for you.

Kai thought you’d make for a good wife…if you weren’t such a fucking bitch all the time. But then again, maybe, he could be your saving grace. The one to teach you some proper discipline. Call it divine intervention.

Stepping over the damp, tiled floor in heavy boots, Kai carried a sharp knife in one hand. The serrated blade gleamed in the light, and a trickle of dried blood stained its edge. Kai stopped in his tracks to cast a glance over your bathroom sink. He peered through the obscuring eyes of his mask, analyzing every skin-care product and expensive cosmetic on the countertop.

Truly a shame, the way you felt the need to cake your face in heavy make-up. No doubt, you looked pretty enough without it. Who were you even trying to impress? 

Approaching the shower itself, Kai gazed upon the sparkly, pink curtains keeping you shrouded. He could see you then. Or rather, the curvaceous shadow of your womanly figure. You twirled and swayed, running your hands down your body. His eyes followed your movements, watching carefully as you soaped every inch of your soft skin.

Kai’s breath hitched under his mask. And to his own dismay, he realized, he was quickly falling victim to your voluptuous wiles. His girthy dick twitched to hardness, his balls hanging heavy between his legs. Ready to empty gushes of hot seed inside that fertile body.

He’d felt your angelic body before.

Kai had touched you in such lustful, degrading ways; he left you a shivering mess. He’d fucked you so brutally, you were reduced to nothing but an empty-headed bimbo afterwards. And knowing already what it was like to be inside you, he shouldn’t have reacted so strongly. Not after bearing witness to something as simple as your shadow. But he did. His cock was rock hard, aching desperately for the clench of your needy pussy again.

He couldn’t help but imagine what your alluring figure must look like right now. Sparkling with humid droplets of water, and clouded in a haze of hot steam. A subconscious part of him longed to hear the hateful, degrading things you’d say. If Kai, a raging chauvinist, dared to put his hands on you again.

Biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood, Kai found himself distracted. And for a humiliatingly long time, he remained frozen in place. He stood, staring ahead at the curtain through his mask. Perhaps he took more than his usual dosage of adderall (which was already ten thousand leagues beyond the recommended dose), leaving him zooted as all fucking hell. Because the moment you curiously pulled the sparkly curtain aside, Kai failed to react.

As expected, you screamed. Like a classic horror film’s final girl, you shrieked with ear-splitting power. Should you ever become a  member of his loyal crew, Kai decided then; he’d dub you ‘Scream Queen.’

You reared a hand back, and Kai dropped the blade he’d been holding. It fell to the wet floor with a sharp clatter, etching scratches into the tile below. Kai moved to defend himself, but you were too quick. A forceful slap landed hard against the rubber mask covering his face. Not strong enough to do any real harm, but quite the shock nonetheless.

Kai should’ve assumed you were going to fight back. You were always such a fighter.

Odd…he was really off his game tonight.

His guiding light, the great spirit Manson would probably be sorely disappointed in his carelessness. And Manson would be even more dissatisfied, that Kai let an indignant female throw him so far off course. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Wing it?? He could barely think with a clear head!

Kai reached for your wrist, scrambling to grab it with a large, gloved hand. Seconds later, he somehow stumbled into your shower. And though you fought with all your might to shove him away, Kai held his ground. He proved far too strong for you, but you never gave in. You kicked and screamed in a fuming rampage. Such a stubborn, little fighter.

In a rather hasty, last minute decision; Kai reached up to pull his mask off. A mop of faded, blue hair dangled in his face. He stood under the trickling rain of the shower, in his all black outfit, thick coat, and heavy boots. For a split-second, you furrowed your brows. And you looked at Kai in a furious rage of confusion. He kept you pinned against the wall, with your wet, naked body vulnerable and completely open to him.

And Kai wanted nothing more than to claim your freshly showered pussy for himself.

“ANDERSON!?” You shrieked, your voice full of blinding, hot anger. And Kai winced at the sound, “The fuck do you think you’re-...OHMYGOD! You’re-...are you the fucking killer?? Of course you are! I should’ve known! You creep! You’re the mastermind behind it all! How the fuck could you-”

Rolling his eyes, Kai forcefully covered your mouth with a hand. He leaned in, paying no mind to the drizzle of scalding water soaking his blue locks. Droplets poured in thin, glistening streaks down his face. And he stared deep into your eyes with an unamused, soulless gaze.

“Shut the fuck up. Now.” He whispered in uncanny monotone, “I’m not the killer, and I’m not here to kill you, okay? Just stop fucking yelling.” Kai sighed, shaking his head, “And even if I was the killer? Don’t you think it’d be unwise to disrespect me like that?”

Showing you mercy, like the generous man he was, Kai lowered his hand from your mouth.

And instantly, he regretted such a gracious decision. Because apparently, you didn’t know when to shut the fuck up.

“Oh, bullshit!” You spat back, smacking a hand across his chest.

The defensive gesture sent a spark of hot rage flaring through Kai’s blood. But he swallowed down his anger, choosing to remain calm. He clenched a fist tightly at his side.

Be the better man. You're always the better man.

“Be honest! You’ve wanted me dead ever since I started protesting at your rallies! You just can’t fucking stand to see a woman steal your precious spotlight, can you?” You argued.

Fighting to free yourself from Kai’s hold, you pressed your damp, nude body against his. Ultimately, you failed to push him. Kai’s strength made him quite the immovable wall of muscle. But in your struggle, your bare thigh brushed against his crotch. Nudging the prominent bulge in his pants.

And Kai instinctively hissed. Fuck.

“Wait…” You breathed a snide laugh, “Oh my god…no fucking way! I get it now!” Taunting Kai, you angled your knee. And you gently applied pressure to his raging hard-on, “You men are all the fucking same! Goddamn incels! Every single one of you wants one thing! You only changed your mind about killing me because you wanna fuck me, is that it?”

Huffing an animalistic breath through his nose, Kai nearly lost himself in a wrathful frenzy. One of his big hands darted to your throat, wrapping a palm around it tightly. He squeezed it with a firm press of his thumb, keeping his other hand flat on the wet wall beside you. An endless spray of hot water showered over the two of you. And Kai stared daggers into your eyes, his inky, black gaze unblinking.

“Maybe I should fucking kill you, hmm?” He snarled, “You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since I became councilman. What do you think? If I choked you like this, and watched the light in your eyes fade to black? Do you think that’d finally fucking silence you?”

Gasping a deep, ragged breath, you shook your head wildly.

“You wouldn’t, though.” You choked. And when Kai showed you mercy once more, loosening his grasp by a touch; you had the gall to giggle, “So, what? Are you just humiliated? Awww…too bad your boner distracted you from cutting my thr-”

Livid and raving mad, Kai felt his blood boil to a scorching heat. He squeezed your throat in a more life-threatening grip. And instinctively, you brought your hands up to weakly claw at his glove. The thick, steamy heat of the shower stifled you. In Kai’s dangerously tight hold, you couldn’t catch your breath. Lightheadedness quickly swarmed your body, leaving you paralyzed.

“Better watch your fucking mouth, you little whore.” Kai spat, leaning in a bit too close, “As I’m sure you already know, there is nothing in this world more dangerous than a humiliated man.”

The tip of Kai’s nose brushed yours, and he found himself mesmerized by the fear in your eyes. Genuine terror overwhelmed your once confident gaze. And Kai’s angry frown slowly formed into a wicked, knowing smirk.

Finally, he unearthed it. The real, instinctive, human fear buried inside you. It radiated like an aura of pure panic, seeping through your every pore. In the face of death, you were just like everybody else. Confidence lost.

A vulnerable, helpless, little thing.

Kai wanted to keep you, to drag you kicking and screaming back home and into his basement. He imagined himself pulling you to the table under harsh, lamp light. There, he would lead you straight into a session of pinky power. Total honesty, an entirely different form of intimacy. Under the lock of his pinky, he’d knit and weave you to his heart’s content. Tempting you to confess every corrupt secret you kept contained. All for him.

Such a thought fueled him with buzzing anticipation. But if Kai was to tempt you into following his guidance, he needed to reel you in somehow. And he couldn’t do that, if he choked you to death in a rage of testosterone.

Standing under the shower’s humid downpower in his soaked clothes, Kai made another rash, reckless decision. Always thinking two steps behind, when everyone assumed he thought two steps ahead. He darted forward, kissing you hard against the wall. Releasing his hold on your throat, Kai let his gloved thumbs gently graze the skin of your neck. A wordless apology. Before he trailed his hands down your body, roughly squeezing your wet flesh.

If he was going to lure you into his trap and claim you as his own; he needed to find a balance. Equal justice, between showing you respect, and treating you like the lesser being you were. You seemed to appreciate a little of both, he noted.

When he parted his lips from yours for a second, you gasped for air. Choking on thick, humid steam, you braced your small hands on Kai’s shoulders.

"What the fuck?!" You breathed raggedly, digging your nails into the wet, ruined leather of his coat.

For a moment, he expected you to fight back again. Kai assumed you would lash out, and threaten him for nearly rendering you unconscious. But you merely inched your wet, naked body closer to his clothed one.

"Whatever. See what I mean? ...You're dangerous, but...I knew you wouldn't kill me..." You hummed.

No way you knew. You were only feigning confidence.

The momentary fear Kai once saw in your eyes dissipated, flooding over with carnal desire. And you proved once more, just how sick and twisted in the head you really were. With your lucious, damp body pressed against his, you dragged your nails over the lapels of Kai's coat.

"I'm not scared of you, mister big, bad councilman."

Yes. A perfect edition to his movement.

“Oh, and if you try something like that again, Anderson? I’ll make sure you end up rotting in a prison cell somewhere.” You mumbled with a bite in your tone, fearlessly kissing Kai once more. 

“Mhmmm…you know…” Kai groaned softly into your plush lips, his motions sloppy and careless. Careless because of the drugs, maybe. Good ol’ vitamin A, “You say we men are all the same…but what I find fascinating is that-”

Interrupting Kai, you kissed him with venomous, filthy movements of your tongue. And despite your earlier protests, Kai knew you wanted him. He could sense it through the tension in the air. 

Too eagerly, did you reach out. Only to help shed his soaked, wet coat. His black t-shirt was sticky against his body, highlighting his muscles. And you dragged your hands down his chest, brushing your fingertips over his nipples. Pulling the fabric of his wet shirt from over his abs, you assisted in removing the garment completely. All while Kai passionately kissed you.

“Mmmmm…I find it fascinating that all women, in their darkest fantasies, dream of this exact scenario…” Kai whispered with a swipe of his tongue against yours.

Under the rain of the shower, Kai stood before you, in nothing but his pants and boots. And as he raised his hands to remove his gloves, you quickly protested.

“Wait-” You threw a hand out to stop him. Just as Kai’s prominent, front teeth pulled at the fabric of his glove, you spoke, “Keep ‘em on…they feel soooooooo good on my body…” You added in a sultry tone, pressing your supple tits together with your hands.

Kai’s dark, beady gaze dropped to your breasts. He became entranced in the droplets of water streaming down your soft skin, running over your nipples. Bringing his gloved hands down to squeeze your tits in his palms, Kai continued on with his senseless observations.

“As I was saying…and please, stop interrupting me-” He pinched your nipples hard, the rough texture of his gloves providing a pleasant sensation around the perky buds. And you squeaked a precious sound, “You all dream of the same thing. A masculine stranger. A home invader…who breaks into your place of rest. One who finds you in a vulnerable position such as this…” He said, as he came forward to kiss his way down your tits.

Kai licked up a stream of water leaking down your breast, letting his tongue press flat against your nipple. Pulling away from your chest, he guided his fingers down your tummy.

“...Maybe he broke in to steal some money or jewelry. Or, maybe he did so to commit an act of violence. Whatever the reason, it’s not important. What is important…”

Kai’s fingers moved even further down, stopping only after reaching the awaiting lips of your pussy. And you grinned, nudging your hips into the leather of his gloved hand. So responsive.

“...is that he, in his desperation for female companionship, finds he can’t resist the allure of your womanly wiles. And once he sees you…so desirable and unguarded…he knows…he must claim you for himself. That is every woman’s dream. Whether she cares to admit it or not. You all thirst for domination.”

During Kai’s rambling, you focused on undoing his pants. You were a mere second away from pulling Kai’s weighty cock free from its confines. But before you could, he abruptly grabbed your hips in a rough hold. Kai forcefully flipped you around, pressing your dripping, wet body into the damp wall. And the heat permeating in the air made your skin feel sticky against it.

“Hey! You fucking pig! What are you-” You protested, though Kai could hear the undeniable thirst in your voice. He smirked impishly to himself, ignorning your insults.

Kai gave you no preparation, as he forced the entire length of his thick cock through your cunt. Feeling those smooth, wet walls made just for him. He buried his dick in deep, bottoming out with a bruising thrust of his hips. The motion rocked you hard into the wall, and your throat erupted in an onslaught of strangled moans. You felt your nipples slide along the slippery surface of the wall, and you squirmed in place.

“Oh fuCK~!” You cried in a squeal, bracing your hands on the wall, “Y-You’re so fucking sick, Kai! You know that? You think you know what I want? You think you know what women want??” You scoffed, and Kai reared his hips back.

Another, violent thrust drove his hot length deep inside you, ripping you open wide. And you nibbled your lip, swallowing down another moan.

“Y-You really don’t! No…I think this is everything you want.” You wiggled your hips, allowing your cunt to swallow Kai’s cock that much deeper, “You fucking love it, don’t you? You’re addicted to this kind of power. The power you have over me. Over everyone. You get so high off it. I-It’s like a drug…like your adderall…”

Angling your torso, you turned your head to look at Kai. And through a lidded, erotic gaze, you grinned. Kai’s eyes were wide open and wild, blazing with a wildfire of drug-induced delusion. You dared to chance another snide laugh at his expense, and it filled him with passionate wrath.

“You’re hopped up on that shit right now, aren’t you? I can tell…you-OH~!!”

Kai cut you off, shutting you up with another, vigorous thrust of his hips.

“Shut. The fuck. Up.” He growled, pounding his heavy length into your cunt. His pelvis met your ass at the end of each word. Just for emphasis, to really hammer it in.

He loathed you so much, but desired you so desperately it was infuriating.

Kai brought a strong hand down to smack you hard on the ass. And the rough feel of his glove sent sparks of hot, electric pleasure surging through your veins. You giggled and squeaked, as the soft plush of your ass cheeks bounced into Kai’s pelvis. Jiggling against the fabric of his pants. Kai smacked your ass in rapid succession, just a few more times for good measure. You had to know your place.

“Disobedient brat. You think you’re allowed to disrespect me? Me??” Kai angrily spat, all while worshiping the cheeks of your ass. He grabbed handfuls, palming them roughly as he fucked you, “You’re deluded in that empty-headed brain of yours. If you think I wanted to waste my precious time on a woman as irritating as you. No. This? What I'm doing now? This is a service. An act of justice.”

Kai’s cock drilled you into the wall with a force so strong, he thought he might shatter your precious body. One of his hands came up to brace your shoulder, as his other positioned itself at your hip. Kai’s thrusts became ruthless and nasty. 

“N-No, you fucking love me. You can’t get enough of me. I know you – fuck~! – I know you can’t, Kai!” You whined through a grin, “I’d be dead already otherwise and – ooooooooooo~! Don’t fucking stop!”

The thick veins of his cock pulsed at the sound of your lewd, obscene claims. And he grumbled incoherently under his breath. Kai brutally fucked you, watching with a wide-eyed gaze as his cock plunged its length into your cunt. Sinking in and out between the clench of your leaking walls. Obscene slapping noises erupted through the small space of the shower, overshadowed only by your pornagraphic moans. Absolutely fucking filthy.

“F-Fuck-” He groaned.

In a sudden, unexpected movement, Kai pulled his pulsating cock from your cunt. He pumped the thick length through the plush, plump cheeks of your ass. And with water showering down, raining wet and lukewarm over your ass and his cock; he came. A thick, hot load burst from his dick and coated your back like a pretty canvas.

Bent over, and with your hands still pressed to the wall, you snickered a condescending laugh. Kai’s cum leaked down your back, following the lead of every water droplet cascading across your skin.

Kai breathed heavily, his damp chest heaving quickly with every intake of air. Faded strands of blue hung over his face, almost shielding his eyes completely. He blinked, watching as the water washed away the evidence of his orgasmic release. Maybe he should've painted you from the inside instead.

“Why the hell are you laughing?” He mumbled lazily. And you giggled again, making a move to stand up straight.

“I didn’t cum, asshole. So…is that it? You break into my apartment to fulfill some sort of sick, twisted fantasy you think women have? And you don't even give me the courtesy of a nut?” You sarcastically clicked your tongue, “I really shouldn’t be surprised. Like I said, you men are all the fucking same.”

You were right. You didn’t get to cum.

Kai could so easily tell you hadn't. Because he'd memorized the perfect way your pussy clenched and squeezed around his dick when you did.

Be the better man. Be the better man. Be the better man.

Reaching out to shove you forcefully against the wall again, Kai used all of his remaining strength to keep you in place. You gasped, squeaking out another, high-pitched sound of surprise. And with your brows furrowed once more, you groaned with annoyed frustration.

“What the fuck are you doing now, Anderson?! Haven't you had enough??”

"What's it look like? I'm doing as you said. I'm pleasing you.” Kai muttered in monotone. He would have smirked, had his exhaustion not left him emotionally stunted. Kai leaned forward, whispering over your shoulder with his breath fanning your ear, "And for right now, just call me divine ruler."

"You're not serious…" You snickered again, making a mockery of Kai. Just as he expected you would. 

No matter, you'd be singing his praises any moment now.

With your body pressed against the wall once more, Kai sank down to his knees in the shower. By now, the water had long since run cold. Close to freezing, even. The wet tickle of it caused your smooth skin to erupt in a flurry of goosebumps. And Kai took the time to graze his gloved fingers across them. You hummed quietly in response, biting your lip. 

Kai leaned in, breathing hot breaths over your glistening cunt. Another second passed, and he began feasting on your delectable pussy from behind. As though doing so would bring him peace, prosperity, and good fortune. Holding your ass cheeks firmly with his palms, Kai explored every inch of your beautiful cunt with his tongue. The tip of his tongue teased between your lips, sinking its way through your walls.

And after tongue fucking you for a few, generous moments; he dragged the wet, drooling muscle to your clit. Kai sucked the small bud in between his chapped lips. Letting his tongue circle and bash the sensitive, little bundle of nerves.

"Ohhh...divine ruler..." You whined, and you giggled at yourself for using the name. Kai smirked around your clit, the tip of his nose greeting your folds.

"Mmmm...my angel..." He whispered, hushed and hot against your pussy, "...learning to see the light…"

Guiding his feast in a more filthy direction, Kai let his tongue swipe all the way up through your ass cheeks. He wiggled the tip of his tongue in fluttery circles around your hole, prodding at it while groaning low under his breath. Cool, crisp water showered his head and face as he dove in so deep. You squirmed in place again, letting breathless laughter interrupt your desperate moans. And once more, Kai returned his attention to your cunt.

"Pl-Please~! Ah! Divine ruler! Feels so good-" You cried, your needy voice bouncing off the walls of the shower. Glorious utterances of his true name.

Kai lapped at your clit, teasing you until you reached the gates of heaven. 

You came all over his tongue. Thick wetness weeped from your pussy like a liquid gift, and Kai gladly drank it all down. Your legs quivered quickly as you rocked your hips back, riding out the bliss of your euphoria. The cheeks of your ass collided with Kai's face in gentle, abrupt movements.

"N-Need you, Kai. Divine ruler. Need you so bad. Want you so bad-"

You whimpered forbidden words you only dared let slip in the heat of ecstasy. And Kai took a mental note of every single one.

Sometime later, Kai treated you to yet another venti, iced, white chocolate mocha. It was the least he could do, right? 

After breaking into your apartment, scaring you shitless, nearly choking you unconscious, and grabbing you by the pussy.

In this particular instance, when you sat across from him with your coffee and pulled the straw between your colored lips; you did so in Kai's basement. At the table, under the heat of lamp light. And with your unoccupied hand, you brought a pinky out. Only to lock it with Kai's own.

"Scream Queen." He quietly said, wearing a smile that could kill, "What's the most pleasure you've ever felt?"

#kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson x you #kai anderson x reader #txt #smut #sjgjdhgkjdshgkjdsgkjdsgsdg

[ao3feed-hannor]

Meet Cute Kia

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49151842 by LadyDrace Hank mistakes Connor's Kia for a client's. Connor does not at all mistake Hank for his dream man. Or: Autistic Connor has a meet cute and gets laid. Words: 8286, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: Autistic Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Mechanic Hank Anderson, Meet-Cute, First Dates, Anal Sex, safe sex, Happy Ending, Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, POV Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Blow Jobs, Condoms, Connor & North (Detroit: Become Human) Friendship, Bottom Hank Anderson, Top Connor (Detroit: Become Human) read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49151842

#IFTTT #Hannor #Hankcon #AO3feed #Detroit Become Human

[shaekingshitup]

unintended part three

A/N: I forgot I wrote this but @twistedcharismaaa​ reminded me that I did. I didn’t have the wonderful @glittermakesmesmile​ sooo bare with me if you be seein mistakes. Please lmk what you think! I’m lowkey tipsy sooo I may have to come back and re-edit this later lol. I lowkey lost my taglist. Imma find it and make a new one soon. So hakuna matata. Also, the quality of some of these photos are trash but we gone live. It’s better than Teddy’s wifi. So, we good. 

WC: about 3994 (Sorry C!)

Warnings: mmm like maybe PG smut? Like for real I chickened out on that. So no worries boo. 

Jayden’s OOTD: 

Jayden was shocked that she had held onto her composure thus far. The exchanges that she’d had with Trevor had been spicy from jump. Neither had sent any nudes, but the innuendos and open ended interpretations on what would happen the next time they were in the same room left her mind occupied every night since she’d met him three weeks ago. 

This was her second trip around his block trying to find a parking spot. 

“Oo oo ooo!” She said throwing her car in reverse and slowly retreating from the stop sign. The owner of the parked Kia Soul that had just beeped was going to be getting all of the good karma today. She patiently sat in her car as the woman who vaguely resembled Gwen Stefani started her ignition and departed. Jayden parallel parked her Honda Civic SI 2018 coupe perfectly into the spot. She flipped the visor down to do a final check of her beat before she grabbed her handbag and the drink tray from her passenger seat. She double checked the address on her phone and approached the door. 

Ringing the doorbell she did her best to quell any nerves that she felt. She instead allowed her mind to swim with thoughts on how good this man was going to look opening up this door. She could see movement through his front window and jutted her hip out a little further so that the slit in her skirt accentuated her leg a little more. 

Trevor opened the door with a smile that held her full attention. “Hey J” he greeted. She cheesed back at him unable to cease the wrinkles that this man would be destined to leave her with. As her eyes trailed down his frame she took note of his pink distressed sweater, the grey joggers and the black socks which adorned his feet and completed his outfit. Trevor watched her watch him and observed the question mark which took over her disposition. She didn’t ask any questions outright but it was plain on her face. 

“Hey,” she gave back with a deflated smile. Trevor opened the door wider for her to come in. They stood in his entrance and Trevor took the drink tray from her as Jayden removed her shoes and placed them on the small rack that was next to his front door. 

“This is really convenient,” she noted as she allowed her soles to meet the cool tile of his floor. 

“Yeah, this way I don’t have to worry about too much people bringing outside inside my home. Come on,” he said with a tilt of his head to indicate the direction they were headed. Trevor brought her into his kitchen which was adjacent to his living room. He placed the drink tray  containing his coffee and her water cup on the counter. 

“Thank you for this by the way,” he said, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. He had never felt awkward in his own home before. But I suppose there’s a first for everything. He had been feelin this woman since day one. Now three weeks later here she was looking devourable in his kitchen and he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

“Well one of us had to keep up our end of the bargain,” Jayden quipped. She replaced her deadpan expression because she wasn’t trying to start their encounter off on the wrong foot. “What’s this?” she asked gesturing to the large tupperware bowl filled with water and some meat and the assortment of vegetables and seasonings he had on his countertop. 

Trevor cocked his head at her. “These are the ingredients we’re going to need for our dinner tonight.” He leaned in a little closer to her. He was guzzling that coffee down and Jayden was wishing that his lips would be attached to her instead.   “But, uh, what do you mean I didn’t keep up my end of the bargain?” Jayden raised her eyes from his mouth to stare at him as she tried to determine if he genuinely wasn’t certain what she was referring to or if he was just playing dumb to mess with her. She blinked slowly and gave a small chuckle deciding that it was the former of the two. 

“The day we met. You looked me dead in the eye and said that because you’re a nudist, you would be answering the door with a big cup of joe and nothing else. Obviously because we decided that I was going to be the one to bring the coffee, I figured you’d make a few adjustments. This,” she Vanna Whited to his sweater and joggers, “ was not what I had in mind,”. She reached for the water cup and attempted to quench one of her thirsts .  

Trevor was caught off guard. But once his mind had processed what she’d said he tried and failed to stifle the laughter that was dominating his body. “Girl, you are somethin.” He wiped some water from his eyes, placed his cup on the counter and crossed his arms at his chest. Leaning back against the sink he asked, “So, you’re upset because I have on too many layers? I can be naked in less than thirty seconds if that’s what you want Jay. Just say the word.” There was no question. The thought was intriguing to Trevor but she needed to clarify. 

“I’m not that thirsty.” Jayden said punctuating her statement with another sip from her water cup only to find that it was already empty. Trevor’s left eyebrow shot up in a manner that catechized her without speaking. She powered forward as if she hadn’t seen that, “I’m just trying to see if you’re a man of your word Jackson,”. Before the period had even been placed at the end of her sentence, the sweater was up and over his head. The joggers were next to go. Trevor watched her.  He’d actually made her speechless. He closed the distance before them and continued on with his cheeky behavior. 

“Is this better Miss Pierce?” He asked in a low voice as he towered over her, “Do I need to ditch the socks and the boxers next? It’s your call,”

Jayden couldn't even feign that she was unbothered. His appearance. The timbre of his voice. His proximity.They were causing her mind to cloud.  She tried to give herself a little room to breath but she was pinned by the kitchen counter. There was nowhere to go but forward. So, she advanced.  Staring up into his eyes, daring Trevor to make the next move.

The additional temptation wasn’t what Trevor was looking for. He stared back into her eyes again speaking without forming words. 

“Show me you want this. ” his eyes called. Jayden licked her lips and fixed them into a smirk.

“I want you.” 

It was game on. 

Trevor grabbed her by the waist and placed her atop his kitchen counter. He left his left hand on her exposed thigh and used his right to hold her chin in place as he maintained their connection. He was aware of her everywhere and they hadn’t even done anything yet. The rise and fall of her chest. The wanting in her eyes. The way she fell into a submissive role at his first display of dominance. He was savoring this moment because he knew that whatever happened after this had the potential to be his downfall or his triumph. Hell, when it came to Jayden the possibility of both was also on the table. Quite literally. Whatever the outcome, he was ready to eat. 

Trevor dove in without abandon. His right hand fell to her neck as he tasted her lips for the first time. She gasped, whether for additional breath or out of shock Trevor wasn’t sure but he used it. His tongue explored her mouth and she took this opportunity to spar back with him. Sucking his tongue and deepening the kiss she moaned. Jayden bit his bottom lip and moved to bring her left hand to grip the hand he held around her neck. She swiped something on the counter on the way up to reaching him. She jumped and bit him a little harder than she’d intended. 

“Fuck!” Trevor hollered. He laughed into their broken kiss but didn’t break his distance to her. Their foreheads touched as they panted into one another’s space. 

“Maybe we should..” Jayden trailed off.

“Yeah. Uh, yeah. Maybe we should wait until after dinner’s ready” he picked up glancing down to the floor to see the chili powder, salt and paprika bottles that had fallen. Thankfully none of them had opened up. 

Jayden reached out to caress his cheek and guide his attention back to her. “Dinner ain’t goin nowhere. But, we can move this party from the counter to the couch,” she offered. Trevor didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped her up causing her to giggle and wrap her legs around his waist. When he sat down on the couch she adjusted herself to straddle him. 

“It’s not fair that I’m over here in my drawers and you got all of this fabric between us.” he pouted.  Jayden laughed rolling her eyes. “Are you gonna be a baby or are you gonna do something about it Jackson?” she challenged, “matter of fact, how is it that you’re not listening to any music right now?” 

“Well, damn girl. I was waiting for you to come over so that I could be a gentleman and let you pick. But, we can forget that at this point. Hey Alexa, play “Piercing my Thoughts” playlist.”

The opening to one of Jayden’s favorite 70s songs flooded his living room. Surround sound. Jayden could not keep the smile off her face as she sat up in his lap and created a little more friction between the two of them.

“Bold. You are bold sir,” she laughed as she leaned her head down to kiss this man beneath her while Al Green serenaded their adventure. 

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Do you want to make it better?

Do you want to stay together?

If you do

Then let's please

Make some new

Memories

Jayden woke up..satiated. She continued to lay there until she gathered her thoughts. Anderson Paak and Smokey Robinson were asking her questions. She was no longer in her skirt but now a large Black Plaid Ombre Shirt that could stand to have a lot more buttons used. She sat up to fix this and searched for her handbag. Spotting it in one of the kitchen chairs, she walked over opening the bag to grab the pair of underwear she hadn’t worn when she’d shown up. Trevor may be comfortable with the nudist thing but she wasn’t at that level yet. 

But you at the level to fuck within the first fifteen minutes, Jayde? Asked her subconscious. Jayden retreated from the kitchen in search of the bathroom. She probably should have made this man give her a full tour of his place before she decided to climb him. But, hey. She was here now. She walked to the right of the kitchen already knowing that the living room was to the left. She came upon the dining room and briefly admired his decor.

This man has good taste. And not just in women. 

The backyard was just off of this room and when she walked over the sliding door and took a glance outside, she saw a pool, a lounging area with a tv and a fire pit  and.. a dog house. It looked empty. 

“I haven’t seen any dogs” she pondered aloud. 

“That’s because he’s at the groomers.” answered her from directly behind where she stood and Jayden damn near jumped out of her skin . Trevor, walked up behind her snaking an arm around his flannel that was draping across her body. He watched his backyard with his chin resting on her head. “How was your nap?” he asked. 

“Good. Thanks for the shirt by the way. How long was I out?” 

“Barely 20 minutes. You should have drank some coffee. I guess you were tired,” she didn’t need to look at him. She could hear the pride and the smile in his voice. Jayden exhaled loudly to cover up her smile and the fact that she was heavily inhaling his scent.

“You stay with the jokes,” 

“You stay feelin it too.” he countered and licked a long strip on her cheek. 

“OH MY GAWD! Where’s your restroom anyway?” she feened an eye roll. She was trying not to get too caught up over the fact that she was standing in this man’s shirt with nothing else on. 

“There’s one right off of the front door.” She turned around fully facing him, in all of his nude glory. She quickly looked away and made a beeline for the restroom.

When she was done freshening up, she found him in the living room again writing in a notepad as a Dan + Shay ballad caused him to drum his left hand to the rhythm of the song. 

“Tequila?” she mused? “This has been piercing your thoughts?” she inquired. 

“Nah. That playlist is still a work in progress. I’m still tryna figure out some stuff. You ready for the rest of the tour? I just set the oven to pre-heat. 

“Sure. But we’re not gone glance over the fact that you have a whole playlist inspired by me.”

“No. We not. Plus, we’re gonna talk about how you got one for me too. I follow you on Spotify ya know.” Jayden wasn’t trying to concede to anything. So, she switched it up. 

“I see we’ve returned to the joggers.” She spoke as he stood from the couch. 

“I want you to be comfortable when you with me. I know that you’re not about that nudist life yet. I peeped how quickly you made your way to the bathroom. Stick around me long enough and we can change that,” he took her hand and guided her through his home. Jayden adored how often his corny humor peaked out while he told her short stories about random furniture and events that had occurred in his home. He lent her a pair of his boxers too. By the time they made it back to the kitchen they were ready to get to preppin their dinner. 

“What’s on the menu for tonight Chef Jackson?”

“Shrimp Fajitas. I already deveined the shrimp before you got here,”

“Oh, okay. A true gentleman I see.”

“So, we got some bell peppers that need some slicin if you want to get started on that and I’ll worry about seasonin the meat.” 

“Aye aye Cap’n.” she mock saluted. They settled themselves into their roles at the countertop. Working side by side was exactly what Jayden wanted. She could steal glances without openly gawking at the specimen of man he was.

“So, about your playlist..” he opened

“What about it?” Jayden asked. 

“What do you think? About the music I mean. I saw you put damn near every song I ever released in a playlist,”

“Woww. We are out here lurkin lurkin in these streets.”

“Says the girl who downloaded my whole discography. What better way to know someone than through their taste in music? So, what’d you learn about me?”

“Well, from the way you’ve been blowin up my DMs and some of the songs I’ve heard, I’ve learned that you are definitely in a lane of your own.”

“Hmm. How’s that?” she had his interest peaked. 

“I mean you’re an artist who has been in the game long enough to know the rules and you completely disregard them. Nigga,” she said shifting her body and the knife she was using to cut peppers in his direction,” while most artists are over here talking about Versace, Gucci, YSL and Louis, you are over here flexin in CROCS! CROCS, my nigga!” she cackled and glanced down at his feet in case they might manifest just because she mentioned it. 

“You cute when you laugh,” he answered unafraid to openly admire her. “But, you look crazy wieldin that knife. Watch it J.”

She rolled her eyes. She had just discussed his music and he wasn’t even focused on that. Too busy complimentin her. So odd.

“Anyways, like I said you in your own lane. I can tell by the way you choose to direct your own videos as well. You have some out there concepts. Not Gaga meat dress out there. They’re simply abnormal to the culture, highly intellectual and yet it makes sense.” she continued. 

 “Oh, so we was peepin the videos too? How far down my rabbit hole did you go?

Shit. 

“A saw a few videos. I mean you’re cool.” she shrugged. Trevor felt that she gave this off too breezily. 

“Uh uh. That’s that hard Jayden. What else did you see?” he asked as he washed his hands free of the fresh lime, garlic, and seasonings he'd been working with. Jayden should have been watching him as he’d left his spot beside her. Maybe she would have seen the goofy Spongebob knowing smile he had plastered on his face as he toweled off his hands and made his way back to her from the other direction. 

“I said what I said. You got some decent music videos. Moving on,” she started and that’s when he attacked. He grabbed her from behind, causing her to drop her knife and tickled her like she wasn’t in the middle of doing the task that he’d assigned her. She was squealing and thrashing. She was trying to be angry but she couldn’t help her body’s natural reaction to laugh.

‘I’m gonna pee my pants!” she screamed. 

“Nope. you’re gonna pee my pants. You gone tell me the truth?” She said nothing and he refused to relent until she was real with him.

“OKAY. LEMME GO YOU BIG CHILD! I’LL TALK!” Trevor released her and waited for her to say what she was holding back.

“I may have binged watched both seasons of Grownish, Burning Sands, All American and alloftheDisneyshitthatyouhaveeverbeenin.” she threw that last part in so quickly he wasn’t certain when she’d come up for air again.

“In three weeks time? Oh shit. I got me a stalker.” Trevor joked. Jayden threw a bell pepper strip at him. 

“I thought I was supposed to feel comfortable in your house.” she quipped.

“That’s exactly what I’d expect a stalker to say,” he countered back. She was still as he chortled. And then she lunged for him. She chased him around his kitchen for a good two minutes until Trevor gave up because he was laughing so much. When he came to an immediate hault, Jayden crashed directly into him. 

“Ow!” she cried. 

“Aye, if you were looking for a hug all you had to do was ask J” he said, enveloping her in a bear hug. She just smiled at this dude who three weeks ago she didn’t even know existed. Now, they’d swapped some music, some knowledge and saliva. 

“Stop thinkin about time and just let it happen.” Trevor said. 

“I don’t like how close you are to my thoughts. Please back up.”

“Look from jump street, we was feelin each other and this connection. Don’t worry about the timeline of it. I can see your wheels turning. We don’t live by anybody’s rules. Like you said, we know em and then we break em. But we still succeed,”

“That’s not quite what I said.”

“I’m paraphrasing. I don’t have the script in front of me.” 

“Oh-kayyy. Can we please get this food in the oven? I’m hungry” Trevor looked her up and down. “Hakuna Matata J. We gone eat,” he said licking his lips. 

The two of them got all of the food onto a sheet pan to cook and retired to the living with some wine. 

“Okay, I know I’m supposed to be here to peep alllll 200 hundred of these new songs you got. But, I’m also interested in experiencing this speaker system you have here. Can we watch a Netflix show or something?” 

“I always knew you had good taste for sound. Okay so I got Amazon Prime, HBO, Showtime, Hulu, Disney + and  I got a lot of new stuff thanks to SAG that hasn’t even hit the theatres yet. So, you can pick your poison.”

Jayden’s eyes widened at the array of selection he was offering. “You got exclusive content? Like what?”

“Well, I got this film with Issa Rae and Lakeith-”

“Say no more. We’re watching that one sir.” 

“What about the plot? Or any of the other actors?” 

“I’ll figure that out along the way. Plug it in! Plug it in!” she shimmied and sing-songed. The two enjoyed their dinner and film; but, most of all they enjoyed each other’s company. Trevor was amused at the small comments and natural responses Jayden had throughout the film and her review of the song choices was right in line with his own. However, the short debate that they had afterwards recapping the movie and Jayden’s disappointment for both Issa’s performance and the less engaging storyline that her character had in comparison to her mother’s was bynfar his favorite moment of the night. She was animated through and through. None of her hardness was at the forefront and although they hadn’t seen eye to eye on every facet of the film, the communication was healthy. They genuinely listened to one another, communicated and adapted their points for their side based on new information and perspectives presented and they were able to evolve the film discussion into some deeper intellectual ones where neither felt that they were restricted by the knowledge of the other to discuss these topics earnestly 

"What's on your agenda for tomorrow?' Jayden asked as she nursed her third glass of wine sitting on top of Trevor’s freshly wiped down kitchen counter. Not only did this man have good taste in women, and home decor but he was intellectual, creative and cleanly?

TUH! 

"Well, I was supposed to link up with this lil thang this weekend," Jayden balked contemplating if there was enough wine in her glass to toss at him, "and we were gonna listen to music-about 200 songs," Trevor saw her release her grip on the glass and relax, “but she turned out to be a stalker and we got a lil carried away on the couch,”

“You had sex with your stalker? That’s dangerous,”

“True. But now I know that she’s really feelin me and she won’t go anywhere else.”  

“Aight, Imma head out” Jayden said, finishing her wine and hopping down from the counter. 

“Yeah, right.” he said following her out of the kitchen and turning off the lights. “The only place you’re heading is to sleep,” Trevor said

Jayden yawned “I already took a nap. Not really that tired.”

“You’re a bad liar,” he said. “Let me help you out Sleeping Beauty,” Before Jayden knew it he she was being bridal carried up the stairs 

“Left or right?”  he asked when she’d come out of the restroom.

“Which side do you sleep on? It’s your bed.”

“I gotta be appeasing stalkers. I never know what they gone do next,” Jayden climbed into the middle of the bed out of spite. 

Trevor crawled in behind her and pulled her closer. “You’re really never gonna let that go are you?”

Trevor held on a little tighter. “Nah”. 

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[ao3feed-shakarian]

The Day He Died

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by fell_on_black_days

Part one of a series where the Shepard twins grew up on the streets of Boston. Commander Jordan Shepard is declared KIA after the events over Alchera, leaving his sister to pick up the pieces.

Words: 749, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Doctor Kaya Shepard

Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Male Shepard (Mass Effect), Garrus Vakarian, David Anderson, Donnel Udina, Original Characters

Relationships: Male Shepard/Liara T'Soni, Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Shepard Twins (Mass Effect), No Smut, Pre-Relationship

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[wh0re43van]

Yes, sir (Professor!Evan Peters x Reader)

Summary: You’re three credits away from earning your bachelors degree. This is your second attempt at the same math course and you’re once again struggling. Thankfully, you have a very helpful professor.

Warnings: smut, teacher X adult student, not proofread

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: Another long one, but I prefer to develop a plot rather than just writing smut. I am working on some requests atm, this semester is almost over so I’ll soon have some free time to get caught up! Thank you for reading, enjoy!

I trudge my winter boots into class and take my regular seat next to the window. Snow is dusting the brown grass and white sidewalks of the courtyard. I shift my gaze to the board to see whatever stupid formulas we’ll be learning in this chapter. I groan to myself before taking a sip from my coffee, wishing I had spiked it before I left. This is the last chapter we’re learning before end of semester exams and I’m teetering right on the passing line with a 70%. I swear if I have to repeat this class again, I’m dropping out.

“Alright,” Mr. Peters stern but kind voice bounces off the concrete walls and into my ears as he enters the room. The dapper man takes off his scarf and sets his leather satchel onto his wooden desk. He sheds himself of his long coat and shakes the melting snowflakes out of his brown curls. He catches me admiring him. I look away quickly, but not before I see the wink he sends my way, making my heart skip a beat.

“You all should look more excited,” he grins, scanning the unenthused faces of his students. “You only have a few more classes with me,” Mr. Peters takes a seat in the worn leather chair. “At least most of you. Some of you may see me yet again next semester if you don’t buckle down these last few weeks,” he sends another look in my direction, this one more stern than flirty. Again, I look away from his gaze.

•

•

Class went by painstakingly slow as usual. I did my best to pay attention but ultimately resorted to making mental notes of what I need to pick up from the store and inevitably admiring how good my professor looks in his suit.

With Mr. Peters dismissal, I pack my belongings into my bag and make my way to the door.

“Miss y/l/n, would you come speak with me please,” Mr. Peters voice stops me in my tracks. I sigh and turn around, attempting to ignore the butterflies in my stomach that erupted when he spoke my name.

“Yes, sir?” I ask as I stop in front of his desk.

“I’m concerned with your grade in my course, y/n. You seem to be struggling this semester as well,” he expresses his concern folding his hands on top of the cool wood. “I notice that you seem to be a bit distracted in my class. May I ask why that may be,” he grins a bit with the statement. His voice low and serious, but laced with a playful knowing.

“I… well,” I blush at the eye contact that he refuses to break with me. I’m not ashamed to admit that I find my professor extremely attractive, and if I’m not mistaken, he hasn’t been too admit on hiding his amorous advances towards me. I often catch his eyes lingering on me and finding any excuse to come to my seat or speak with me privately. Of course, we’ve never discussed these events or feelings, but I do believe that there is a mutual understanding that makes me nervous, in turn amusing Mr. Peters.

“I think I need some help prepping for the exam. A private lesson would probably do me a lot of good. Do you think it’s too late to apply for a tutor?” I ask before bringing my finger up to my mouth to chew on my nails nervously.

“Oh y/n, I’d be more than happy to tutor you.” Mr. peters smiles, showing his darling dimples. “Could you stick around after our next class?” he asks, finally breaking eye contact with me to pack up his belongings. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Uhm yes, sir, but I don’t want to trouble you. I’m sure you’re a busy man,”

“Oh, I am,” he grins standing up and walking towards the door. I follow behind him. He places a now gloved hand on the handle then leans in closer to me, as if he’s telling a secret. “But I always have time for my favorite student,” he opens the door for me and I scurry out into the empty hall.

“Th-thank you professor.” is all I can stutter, staring at my boots in an effort to hide my pink cheeks, before I run off to my car.

•

•

It’s been two days since my last class with Mr. Peters. Our conversation hasn’t left my mind once. In fact, it’s led to some rather inappropriate thoughts. I think of him constantly. When making dinner I’m thinking of his low voice whispering in my ear, sending chills down my spine. While driving to work the thought of his bare skin against mine leaves my knees weak. Walking my dog, I can’t help but wonder how exactly he would have his way with me. What would he have me do if I told him I was his for the taking? And most shameful of all; I wonder if he’s having similar thoughts about me.

Pathetic, I know, but I just can’t help it.

Now, I find myself standing in front of my mirror, the entire contents of my closet scattered across my floor as I attempt to pick an outfit. I’ve settled on a dark ankle length wool skirt and knit stockings that come up to my mid-thigh to keep me warm. I’ve tucked a low cut burnt orange sweater into my skirt and behind a thick leather belt. I smile at my reflection. Mr. Peters is a man of class and poise; I believe he’ll find my outfit choice rather charming. I throw on my coat and gloves after lacing my boots and head off to class.

•

•

I anxiously find my seat in the chilly classroom as I dust the snowflakes out of my hair. Before sitting, I hang my damp coat on the back of the cold chair after tucking my gloves into the coat pocket.

“Good afternoon class,” Mr. Peters voice silences the few mumbles scattered around the room. I hear his footsteps making their way to his desk. I don’t dare turn my head to look at him. “I hope everyone is doing well.” The professor sets his bags down and organizes his plans for the day, taking a sip of coffee from his ceramic travel mug as he sits down in the leather chair. “We’re going to be continuing with our review of chapter 12 today,” his eyes scour the room, finally landing on me, scanning my body up and down before a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. I can’t help but grin back before he turns his body to begin writing notes on the board, starting the lesson. I bounce my leg with anticipation just waiting for my private session with Mr. peters. I long for his proximity, the feeling of his breath on my skin, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. I’m determined to have my way with him after class, if he’ll have me of course. God the next three hours of this class is going to be torture.

•

•

At last, I’m the only student left in the class. The silence is unbearably loud as Mr. Peters walks to the back of the room to latch the heavy wooden door. My heart pounds with each footstep as he approaches my seat, resting a warm hand on my shoulder.

“Why don’t you pull a chair up to my desk Miss y/l/n.” he suggests. I simply nod standing to pick up the chair. Mr. Peters tisks. “What am I thinking? Allow me y/n,” he steps in front of me to pick up the seat. “You’re wearing such a lovely outfit, I wouldn’t want you to risk ripping that beautiful skirt,” he carries the chair to his desk as I follow behind him. He bends over to set it down. “What’s the occasion?” he asks with a smirk as he straightens back up to meet my eyes. With a surge of confidence,

“I believe you know just the occasion, Mr. Peters.” I smirk back, not allowing myself to break away from his gaze.

“Hm,” he glances over my outfit once more, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth briefly. “So I do, Miss y/l/n.” with that he makes his way to his own seat.

“So, y/n,” Mr. Peters begins before sliding me a packet of papers. “I’ve ran off a more in-depth study guide for you. I suppose the best use of our time, given that the final exam is in just a few weeks, will be to make sure that you understand the core concepts that you will be tested on,” he speaks softly leaning on his elbows rested on the dark wood of the tabletop. I mimic his stance, positioning my elbows on the table, being sure to lean over enough so that some cleavage is exposed. Mr. Peters immediately picks up on my game, glancing down to look at my chest.

“I’ll agree to anything at this point sir. I trust you know best after all, professor,” I coo, looking at the handsome man through my lashes.

“Now, you don’t mean anything Miss y/l/n. I’m sure there’s a lot of things off the table for a lovely young lady such as yourself,” Mr. Peters says lowly. His dark eyes gaze into mine, just mere inches in between us. The proximity of his body to mine and the gruffness of his voice sends a surge of warmth between my legs. I cross and squeeze them in an attempt to get some friction on my core.

“Mr. Peters,” I lean further over the table, my face now so close to his that I can feel his warm breath on my cheeks. “There’s nothing ladylike about the things I would do for you,” I whisper looking into his lust filled eyes. Instantly, Mr. Peters leans forward, closing the space between us. His soft lips move in rhythm with mine. The kiss is polite and gentle. I pull back to look him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry y/n,” he looks almost guilty as he stands from his seat then walks over to face me on the other side of his desk.

“Why are you apologizing?” I ask, curious about his suddenly bashful demeaner.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I didn’t even ask permission,” he runs his hand through his hair, seeming almost stressed.

“Mr. peters,” I look up at him from my seat as he towers above me. “You have my permission to do whatever you like,” I smile innocently, gazing into his dark eyes as my hands slip into his waist band, pulling him closer to me. He bends down to envelop me in another kiss. This one is much more ruff; I can feel his desperation as he wraps his hands around my waist and hoists me up into his arms. Without taking his lips off mine, he sets me on the edge of his desk. I giggle as he slides a hand under my wool skirt, running his hand up to find my bare skin where my stocking stop. He smiles into the kiss as I reach for his dark leather belt to pop the buckle undone. He pulls his head away.

“Are you sure you want to do this y/n,” Mr. peters asks, breathless.

“More than anything, Professor,” I answer honestly, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

“I just feel I should take you on a proper date first,” he smiles, brushing some loose hair out of my face.

“Damnit Mr. Peters. If I let you buy me a coffee after this, will you please just fuck me,” I tease, but growing impatient.

“I suppose I can settle for that, since you asked so nicely.” He laughs, shrugging off his blazer and loosening his burgundy tie. He rests his hand on the back of my head, dipping down to meet his lips against mine. His kisses a trail up my jawline and to my ear as I palm him though his slacks. He monas quietly, sending shivers down my spine. My body is burning with lust, I’ve waited so long for this moment. He’s barely touched me and I’m already putty in his strong, warm hands. I slowly move my legs from his waist and stand, spinning us around so that his back is against the desk before dropping to my knees.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do this,” he looks down at me as my fingers work to unbutton his freshly pressed pants.

“Oh, please professor, I’d love to if you’d let me.” My fingers pause as I look up at him, waiting for permission. He just licks and bites his lips, then nods his head. I smile, biting my lip back at him, happily unzipping his pants and sliding them down along with his boxers. With no hesitation, I take his hardened length into my hand rubbing the precum around his tip with my thumb, earning a low groan from him.

“You look so handsome like this, Mr. Peters.” I praise, collecting spit in my mouth then licking from base to tip to before taking him as far in my mouth as I can.

“Holy- fuck,” he gasps. Wide eyes staring down at me, watching as I bob my head up and down on his cock. He moans as his strong hand pulls my hair into a ponytail, using it guide me. The way he’s looking into my eyes as I gag on him makes my core ache. His dark eyes focused on mine with his pink lips pulled into a tight line, his neck strained in pleasure. A single brown curl falls from his slicked back hairdo, flopping against his sweaty forehead with every thrust he makes into my mouth. My moment of admiration is cut short when he pulls away from me, allowing me to gasp for breath.

“Get on the desk,” he commands, pushing some papers onto the floor. I smile and quickly hop onto the now empty table.

“How do you want me?” I ask, still catching breath as I wipe the slobber off the side of my mouth.

“First, lets get you out of this,” he undoes my waist belt, then pulls my orange sweater over my head, tossing it onto his chair. I shiver, but not from the cold air hitting my skin. “Much better,” he smiles as he lays a gentle kiss on my lips. “Now lay down and put your legs up,” he orders as he slips off my snow boots.

“Yes sir,” I oblige laying on the cool wood, bending my knees and resting my feet on the edge of the desk, allowing my long skirt to fall and gather around my waist, exposing my stockings and my bare thighs.

“Miss y/l/n, you are truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he swoons, laying wet kisses on my thighs. Each peck feels as though it’s charged, sending electric course through my veins. “May I?” he asks permission as his fingers loop into the waist band of my cotton underwear.

“I insist,” I smile. He gets to his knees before pulling the thin fabric off, then grabs my hips, pulling me swiftly to the edge of the table. I gasp the sudden movement as he positions my legs on his shoulders. I hear my professor chuckle lowly.

“Look at you,” he takes his thumb and spreads my slick up to my clit, earning a small moan from me. “So ready for me already?”

“Mr. Peters, I’ve been ready for you since our first class togeth-“ I interrupt myself with a gasp, shooting my hand down to grip his hair as he licks my clit and a single digit slips past my entrance.

“Mm,” he hums, moving his head to look up at me but still pumping into me with his finger, making my toes curl. “I guess the feeling is mutual then. I can’t say I was anything but thrilled to see your name on my roster again this year,” he finishes then goes back to working his expert tongue on my bundle of nerves sending pleasure to every part of my body. My stocking clad thighs tighten around his head and my back arches off the table. No one I’ve ever been with has made me feel this good. His finger hits the perfect spot with every pump, his tongue moves in every way I need it to. My body feels like its on fire in the best way possible.

“I’m so close Mr. Peters,” I encourage him with a moan, feeling the familiar tightness in my stomach as my legs begin to tremble around his head. He responds by slipping another finger inside, curling them into the most sensitive part of my body while he laps at my clit. I feel my walls pulse around his fingers as I come undone, moaning a mix of profanities and his name. Pure bliss surges through my body as he slows down his fingers, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.

“Fuck,” I pant as he stands up, licking my juices off his fingers before grabbing my back, helping me sit up to face him. Mr. peters opens his mouth to say something, but before he can speak I grab his tie, pulling him in to crash his lips into mine, wrapping my legs around him causing his length to rub against my soaked core, earning a groan against my lips. My shaky hands reaches down to his hard cock to pump him.

“You’re sure this is what you want y/n?” he pants against my lips.

“Of course,” I whisper. Mr. Peters reaches down to line himself up with me, slowly sliding in with ease from how slick he’s made me. I wrap my hands around his neck, throwing my head back as a sigh of pleasure escapes my lips.

“Is this okay?” Mr. Peters groans. I nod my head

“Faster,” I pant. His hands snake around my back grabbing my ass through my skirt as he begins to pound into me. I scream in pleasure. Mr. Peters hand clasps over my mouth.

“Not so loud sweetie,” he chuckles, reminding me that there are classes in session down the hall. He uses his hand on my back to pull me impossibly closer, mercilessly thrusting deeper inside me than anything’s ever been before. My eyes roll back as I grab onto the arm muffling my screams. I dig my nails into the sleeve of the white button up as pure euphoria and sweat drips out of my every pore.

“Fuck, you feel so good, y/n.” My professor grunts, watching my breasts bounce with every thrust of his hips. I can do nothing but mumble into his hand, because if he removes it, the whole campus will hear what we’re doing. I feel my second orgasm building as my hole body begins to tremble. I look into Mr. Peters lust filled eyes, as he bites his lip in concentration and pleasure. Now, a few loose curls are stuck to the sheen of sweat on his forehead. The sleeves of his once neatly pressed buttonup is pulled tight against his toned arm as he flexes his bicep in order to keep the death grip on my on my mouth that’s keeping me quiet. I feel my core pulse as I tip over the edge of my second orgasm. Mr. Peters groans loudly, pulling my lips to his in a sloppy kiss to muffle both our screams of pleasure. I release around him, digging my nails into his neck. He reaches down to rub circles on my bundle of nerves, encouraging my orgasm. I bury my head in the the crook of his neck, biting the soft skin as overstimulation soon overtakes the pleasure. Mr. Peters pulls out, pumping himself to his own orgasm as he spills his seed all over my thighs and the knit fabric of my socks, biting his lip and letting out strangled moans.

He lays his foread against mine, placing a kiss to my nose.

“You’re so beautiful.” He pants out in a whisper, then reaches down to tuck himself back into his pants.

“Thank you.” I blush, feeling a bit exposed now. Sitting on his desk topless, pantiless, and covered in my professors semen.

“Allow me to clean you up miss y/l/n,” he walks over to grab some tissues out of his drawer, wiping up the mess he made as best he could.

He grabs my hand and helps me to my trembling feet. I grab my sweater off his chair and slip it onto my sweaty skin.

“uhm,” I look around. “Mr. Peters what have you done with my underwear?” I ask with a giggle.

“Hm,” he pauses his hands that were fixing his tie, looking around as well. “oh, here they are,” he chuckles, grabbing them off the a students chair a few feet away. I take the fabric out of his hand slide them on under my warm skirt. “Allow me to help you with your boots, Miss y/l/n.” he grabs the heavy shoes and sets me down in his desk chair, slipping them on.

“How kind,” I giggle, reaching to bush his loose curls back to where theyre supposed to be. He smiles, laying a kiss on my hand before standing to grab his blazer.

“Now, I believe I owe you a coffee.” He takes my arm in his, leading me to my seat so I can bundle up and collect my belongings.

“Mr. Peters, I was only kidding.” I smile, putting my gloves on before following him to the door.

“Well I most certainly wasn’t, y/n.” He grins, showing his precious dimples. I cant stop smiling no matter how hard I try as he opens the door for me.

I think I’m finally going to pass this class.

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