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oceantornadoo · 5 months

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there was a quiet knock on your door, stirring you from your sleep. you took off your eye mask and groaned, glancing at the clock that read 1:30am. “go away soap, i’m not helping you with another prank.” you muttered, wanting to get back to your precious sleep. “it’s not soap.” a gruff voice replied as you shot out of your bed with shock and confusion. what was ghost doing at your door? he was your lieutenant, and although you considered him a friend, he had never asked you for a late night hang out.

you approached the door cautiously, opening it to the hulking mass of ghost, backlit by the base hallway lights. it took a second for your eyes to adjust, which is why when they did, you were shocked to see he wasn’t wearing his mask. your eyes immediately dropped to your toes, giving him privacy. “ghost? can i help you?”

simon took in your disheveled hair and eye mask on top of your face. he looked back at your bed, curious to see if you had company (just in case) but thankfully found it empty. you had non-standard issue silk pillowcases and what suspiciously looked like an old stuffed animal, but he wasn’t going to judge, not when he needed you so desperately. his hand came under your chin, tilting it upwards to his face, giving you silent permission to look. “call me simon. can i come in?” you opened the door for him and he stepped into your room, his size dwarfing the already small space. when you closed the door he immediately sank into your office chair with his head in his hands, all the faux confidence he had at the doorway disappearing. “gh-, simon? are you okay?” you sat facing him on your bed, a little confused. you knew he had his own struggles, but he never talked about them. his body language looked like he was almost in pain, and you wanted to do anything to relieve it.

“can i sleep with you?” he said in his usual blunt tone, still looking at the floor. “umm, no offense but this is not usually how i’m propositioned.” you were extremely confused by the entire interaction. he wanted to sleep with you? “no not like that, not that i wouldn’t. i meant sleep in your bed with you. i can’t-.” he paused, sounding more vulnerable in five seconds than he had ever sounded in your two years of knowing him. “i can’t sleep alone right now.”

oh. understanding flooded your system, knowing all too well about nightmares that came after dark. you had always been comfortable with him, and weren’t scared he’d take advantage (though you did need to reevaluate the “not that i wouldn’t” part of his speech on a different day). “you’re welcome to, simon. here.” you went back to where you had been sleeping, close to the wall, and patted the space next to you. unfortunately your bed was not the biggest, as simon discovered, trying to get as comfortable as possible without touching you.

he was ramrod straight, and you knew he wouldn’t get any sleep if he was concerned about being honorable. “you can get closer if you need to, i don’t bite.” you said, diffusing the tension. swiftly he turned on his side and pulled you into him, one hand splayed on your stomach while the other was under your pillow. “this okay?” he asked gruffly and you nodded, tangling your feet with his after realizing he couldn’t see your face in the pitch black room. simon inhaled your scent, instantly calmed, and closed his eyes, praying the nightmares would stay away.

the next morning, you slowly pulled up your eye mask, taking in the domestic scene in front of you. you had moved during the night, and now simon was flat on his back with your leg hooked over him and your hand on his broad chest. his hand grasped your thigh, and when you tried to move away, it gripped tighter, making you stay in place. you shifted and he made a sound, making you realize what had been poking into you was not your stuffed animal and was indeed his morning wood.

simon was awake, feeling refreshed after the best sleep of his life. he felt you moving and feigned sleep, knowing you wouldn’t want to wake him up. he wanted to see what you would do, hoping you felt the same as he did. he slightly moved his thigh, which happened to be against your core, and you let out a soft moan. his eyes snapped open but he reeled in his heart rate, not wanting to give anything away. he moved it again, and you moaned again, pressing down on his chest with the delicious feeling of restraint.

simon kept moving his thigh in his sleep, and you kept feeling so guilty for how good it felt. feeling his massive boner had woken you up, but the constant pressure against your core was making you even more horny. it had been so long since someone else had touched you there, and you hadn’t realized how much you wanted it to be simon until now. he was so much bigger than you, and so unreadable at times, but to make himself vulnerable to you had meant a lot. and now here you were, quietly grinding on his thigh, achy and wanting, trying not to give anything away. your nipples were peaked under your sleep shirt, and the slight friction of simon’s arm and chest against them was ramping up the pressure in your core. you felt sweaty and out of control, needing to come but not sure if you could do it alone. in a moment of clarity, you tried to pull away but simon’s hand shot out and pressed your thigh to his chest.

“you weren’t done, love. don’t you want to come?” he said in a deep morning voice, sounding gruffer than usual. that sound pushed you over the edge and you started grinding in earnest, his hands helping you push yourself against him when your legs got too tired. “almost- simon. i’m gonna -“ you whined, desperate to find release in this sacred bubble the two of you made. your orgasm was right there, needing just a little something to set it off. simon’s other hand reached out and tweaked your sensitive nipples, sending you over the edge. you collapsed into him, not believing you just got off on your friend. not believing he helped. you were about to apologize, plead if you needed to, when his dark voice rang out again.

“want another one?”

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #fluff #tornadothoughts

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forlorn-crows · 4 months

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More non-serious sex brainrot: Mountain casual fucking. Guy just needs to get off, y'know? It's been a hard day of manipulating the fabric of the earth itself and the big guy just needs to blow off some steam by blowing out someone's back. Or getting his own blown out.

Walks into the ghoul wing and propositions the first person he sees. And, of course, who wouldn't be willing to lend a hand to help a friend out?

uhhh well you see. he didnt even make it out of the greenhouse. so, as a reward for being the sweetie that he is, rain gets his back blown out

cw: theyr'e disgustingly in love. good ole' fashioned spontaneous sex. a lil bit of oral, a lil bit of dirty talk. hard and fast and needy, and thats how we like it. unexpected knotting (oopsies). and, as always, transmasc rain. cunt/clit/folds to refer to his anatomy.

Mountain sets the last of the hanging baskets back into place, sighing bodily. He rolls his neck, wincing at the little pops his spine makes. But he’s satisfied with his work—all the flowers and ferns pruned and their soil refreshed—and very glad to be done.

The earth ghoul brushes the remainder of the soil off the workbench, finally allowing the stifled need in his core to roll up his spine and settle under his skin. He digs his claws into the wood and groans out loud. Curling in on himself when his dick starts to chub.

The door to the greenhouse squeaks open, chilly autumn air rolling in along with the scent of petrichor and sea salt. Mountain has to stop himself from whining at the fresh, intoxicating smell.

“Hey, sunflower,” Rain says brightly, drifting in with a dancer’s grace. “Brought you some tea and snacks.” He sets a shallow bowl and mug down onto the bench, pressing himself to Mountain’s side and kissing him on the cheek. “Orange cinnamon chai,” he points to the steaming mug, resting his head on the earth ghoul’s shoulder, “and there,” he points at the bowl, “are figs, pears, and some brie drizzled with honey. ‘Cause I know that’s your favorite.”

Mountain chuffs and dips a finger into a smear of honey on the edge of the bowl. He sucks it off, looking down at Rain with lidded eyes. Admiring the way the wind ruffled up his inky curls, the slight lilac blush to his cheeks, the little smile he gives when Mountain makes a noise of approval.

“Do I detect a hint of honeysuckle, tadpole?”

Rain feigns surprise, looking up at him coyly. “Maybe,” he lilts.

Mountain rumbles happily and leans in close. “Just as sweet as you.” He cradles the water ghoul’s face in his hand and kisses him deeply, melting their bodies together chest to chest. Groaning when Rain opens up immediately and lets him stick his honey-coated tongue inside.

The earth ghoul lifts him effortlessly onto the top of the workbench, wrapping Rain’s legs around his waist and hugging him close, all without breaking the kiss. Rain trills happily and sinks into Mountain’s affection. He drapes his arms around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the mousy-brown strands falling from his bun. The action sends a shiver down Mountain’s spine, and he can’t help but gasp softly against the water ghoul’s mouth. His fingers tighten into the knit of Rain’s sweater.

“Feed me some?” Mountain mumbles against his lips.

Rain smiles. “‘Kay.” He turns his head to select a morsel, giving Mountain access to the long column of his neck. Eager lips surge forward to latch onto the sensitive skin. Mountain can feel the amused rumble that bubbles up in his throat.

“Don’t eat me, silly,” he laughs. “Here.” He holds a slice of pear between lithe fingers, dangling it in front of his nose.

“What if I want to eat you,” Mountain purrs. But he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for it anyway. He curls it around Rain’s lithe fingers when he places the fruit in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he licks across the pads of them. Chilled and sticky-sweet.

Rain makes a soft noise, letting Mountain lick them clean.

“Do you like it?” Rain whispers, watching as the earth ghoul closes his mouth around the tops of his fingers before pulling away and chewing. Mountain watches Rain watch his mouth, eyes flitting around his pretty, angular face.

He hums and licks a stray droplet of honey from his lips. “It’s delicious, darling. Thank you,” he says huskily, pulling Rain closer by the waist. Rain trills as he runs his palms across the small of his back, dipping just underneath his sweater. Mountain buries his nose in the collar of it and not-so-subtly humps his hips against the edge of the table.

“But I think I fancy something else right now.” Mountain nuzzles under his ear. Rain’s scent spikes with arousal and he can’t hold back the desire any longer. “Wanted to bend you over this bench as soon as you walked in the door.”

Rain shudders and groans approvingly. “Yeah?”

“Say you’ll let me. Please? I’ve been aching.” Mountain licks up the side of his neck and sucks his earlobe into his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth while Rain hisses and grasps at Mountain’s hair. “Take you right here, fuck you so good.”

“Fuck yes,” Rain breathes. “Right here, please do.”

Mountain doesn’t need any more permission than that. He growls playfully and promptly flips Rain onto his belly, bending him over the edge of the workbench and yanking his sweatpants down all in one motion.

“Lucifer—” Rain gasps through a surprised giggle, lifting his tail over his shoulder.

Mountain lands a smack to his right asscheek and grabs two handfuls of him, groaning at the sight of slick already seeping through his folds. He spreads his cheeks wide and sinks to his knees in the dirt, shoving his face in Rain’s cunt.

“Satanas, Mount, oh fff,” the water ghoul moans, pounding his fist on the table. “Your fucking mouth, unholy shit.”

Mountain groans against him, shoving his tongue in as far as he can get it. Pressing his nose into that soft spot before his hole and taking in the concentrated smell of need that goes straight to his rock-hard dick.

“Taste like absolute sin, tadpole,” Mountain mumbles against his folds, too drunk on his flavor to stray too far to say so.

“You can stay down there as long as you want,” Rain chokes out as he seals his lips over his throbbing clit. “Suck me dry, seven hells.”

The earth ghoul just hums, suckling on it until his nose gets wet with slick and Rain’s panting above him. Digging into his round ass so hard he’s bound to leave marks. But he doesn’t take him up on the offer, pulling away after a few heated moments.

“Wanted to make sure you were nice and wet for me,” he all but growls. “Gonna fill you up so full.”

Rain whines and peeks over his shoulder, eyes drooping in pleasure. He wiggles his hips as he watches Mountain strip his apron, arching his back to make sure he gets a perfect eyeful.

Mountain licks his lips as he pulls himself out of his pants, not bothering to push them any further than past his balls—just enough to expose his aching length. He grips himself and teases Rain’s folds with the head of his cock, up and down until he’s coated in creamy slick.

“Fuck, look at you,” Mountain whines. “So perfect. All afternoon, I’ve needed this. Needed you.”

Rain pushes back, popping the head of his cock right inside. Mountain has to stop himself from blowing right there, steadying himself with one hand on Rain’s hip and groaning when his balls draw up with no warning.

“Show me how perfect. Take me,” the water ghoul begs sweetly, breathlessly.

Mountain can’t wait any longer. He pushes all the way in, melding their hips together. Growling low as Rain squeezes around him and breathes out little yesyesyes’s, urging Mountain to snuggle into that space made just for his cock. The earth ghoul’s forehead drops between Rain’s shoulder blades as he bottoms out, keening at just how good he feels.

Mountain tells him as much. Rumbles endless praise into the fibers of his sweater, the curls at the back of his neck. Shuddering as Rain arches back into him and digs his fingers into the wood.

“So perfect,” Mountain mumbles again, beginning to move. The first real slide of his length against those smooth, silky inner walls makes his mind hazy with need. He doesn’t get more than one slow thrust before he’s fucking Rain in earnest, wrapping his arms around his hips and forcing him to take it deep.

“Mine,” he growls over the lewd sound of skin slapping skin.

“Yours,” the water ghoul cries. “Oh, fuck me, ye-e-es-ss.”

Mountain digs into his slim hips. Holding him tight so Rain feels the tip of his cock all the way in his stomach with each thrust.

“Feel so good,” the earth ghoul grunts. Rain clenches around him and he nearly sees stars. “Lucifer, take it, take it.”

Rain just nods, gurgles out something incoherent. Words aren’t important to Mountain anymore, though, not really. He just needs the water ghoul to make pretty noises, soak his cock in slick, and take every inch of him until he can spill inside him hot and fast. Siphon the burning need out of his core so he can actually relax after working all day.

“Mount,” Rain gasps. “So deep, unholy shit.”

“Yeah? Gonna give it to you,” he growls, snapping his hips even harder. Each time their hips meet, there’s a little resistance at the base of Mountain’s cock, spikes of pleasure running through his hips and down his thighs with each thrust. He realizes too late it’s his knot, swelling and bumping against Rain’s folds. Growing bigger by the minute until it’s impossible to ignore.

“Hmpf, Rain I—” Another shudder runs through him, white-hot and insistent. He snarls. “Please, let me—fuck—need to put it in.”

Rain drops his forehead to the worktable with an audible thunk, groaning as he presses back against his knot. “Uh huh,” he whines.

“Tell me I can, please, darling, tell me I can.”

“Put it iiinnn, Mount—hah—gimme it, need it.”

Mountain nearly sobs with relief. “So good to me, so fucking good to me,” he babbles. “Just need a little—that’s it, seven hells, Rainy.”

The water ghoul arches as far as he can, letting Mountain fully support his hips with just his forearms. Each thrust pushes more and more of his knot in, until finally Rain’s cunt stretches around its widest point and sucks him right in. Popping in with a wet squelch and the daintiest oh Mountain’s let out yet.

“Fuck—”

“So good, squeeze it, squeeze it—”

“—yeah—”

“—cumming, cumming, Rain oh—”Mountain spills deep inside with fangs latched in his mate’s sweater, and he swears he’ll do anything Rain wants once he’s spent.

#ask #mal #the band ghost #ficlet #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #transmasc rain #mountain/rain #rain/mountain #*raises hand* me next pls mountain #i remembered the community label this time!#did i re-read this? nope. cant be fucked to.#crow slipping back into 'doesnt know what a ficlet is' this is too long lmao

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dilfprayers · 3 months

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okay oaky kay THAT FIC WAS SO GOOD holy shit but i thinkk its more non-con than dubcon bc reader doesnt enjoy it even till the end 🙁

also my guess on why leon & readers mom divorced is probably bc he mightve said readers name while jerking off or whateva and got caught JFKSJFN thats the first thing that came into my mind when reading it

ahh right i have to change the label, i forgot omgg 😭😭😭😭

also AHH!! im so certain he kept thinking about what reader said and it came out of him randomly guh-

know what! im writing under this, im treating you guys :3.

tw; incest

Maybe he was starting to second guess what you said and slowly acted upon those thoughts.

He sat there in the bedroom, glancing out the window as she saw you heading out to start your day. He had a slight smile but would frown when he didn't even get to 'bye, have a good day!'

Whatever, right?

He leans back in bed, laying there quietly. His wife was off shopping and now it was just him. What was there to do? Nothing much..

"A couple hours till they both get back..Alright.. Cool, cool. I can just relax."

He spoke out to himself, remaining there as he let his body sink into the mattress. That was obviously short-lived once he started to get into his head about what you said. Now it was weird, yeah totally — But he had put some thought into it. You had felt a certain way and he was the reason.

"But why.."

He mutters to himself, glancing down to his pants. A tent- Wait, huh? He stares wide eyed, feeling it throb the whole time in his pajama pants. This was weird timing, considering what was on his mind. He shook his head, ignoring it for now and went back to his thoughts.

"Angel, why..."

He mutters again, shifting only a tiny bit but the fabric of the blanket rubbed against him, making his breath hitch. He squinted his eyes, gazing down to his pants.

Oh, fuck it.

Why did he even dare to do this? He didn't exactly know himself. He just wanted to space out after that conversation. It was tension filled and had him stressed a bit. He soon tugged off his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring out. Precum was already pooling from it while he just stared at it. Eventually he groaned quietly, proceeding onwadd as he held his cock in his hand, starting to pump his cock.

"I just want to know...Why.."

He groans, lightly arching up — His hand trembling while he's jerking himself off. A rose tinted blush formed on his face the longer he thought about it. Actually, he was thinking of you.

"Gh- Fuck...I want to know."

He breathed out, quietly huffing as he let his thumb brush along the tip. His cock overall throbbed in his grasp while he felt the precum ooze over his fingers. He was zoning out and letting go completely.

"Fuck.. If only you were home.. I'd-"

He hisses, not even realizing what he was saying to himself anymore. His heart started to race as he kept on pumping, eventually grabbing his pillow. Filthy, filthy man.. He set it up in a hurry and started to thrust into the pillow. His breathing growing heavier, feeling a much better sensation.

"—...Mm- Wanna make you actually feel something cause of me.."

He breathes out loudly. His groans filled the bedroom as his hips were crashing with the pillow. It didn't take long for him to start moaning your name.

Yeah, your name.

He repeated it, over and over again until cum was all over the pillow. He stared down at the pillow — His hair dangling over his face. He was breathless but so was his wife who stood at the doorway with a wide eyed expression.

#✉️ — mail #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #🕊️ — drabs #woahh aftermath of last fic

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mccek · 6 months

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“Nonoo” questa mattina sei venuto a mancare e dopo aver lottato per altri tre mesi, anche se in ospedale ti avevano dato pochi giorni, ininterrottamente non hai mai mollato quel filo sottile che divide la vita dalla morte; anche contro le tue volontà a testa alta col tuo carattere (in cui non mi rispecchiavo) sei riuscito a tenerti vivo, ahimè, purtroppo, la morte vince si tutto, non ha pietà.

Fin da piccolo il tuo sogno era di vedermi guidare, cosa che se pur col tempo ho saputo apprezzare non ho mai amato fare come te, prima che l’infarto ti colpisse definitivamente ti avevo fatto una promessa, di portarti a vedere un gran premio di formula uno, da noi tanto amata, questo seppur per evidenti problemi economici non mi avrebbe mai impedito di non farlo, però non avresti avuto le forze, anche se immagino che ti saresti commosso, anche se una persona come te era difficile vederla piangere.

Abbiamo avuto periodi in cui ci costruivamo mentalmente dei muri invisibili e proprio per la differenza del nostro carattere questo ci ha ferito entrambi, fuori sicuramente eravamo orgogliosi ma il problema poi è sempre dentro, quel peso che a lungo andare ti consuma fino a trasformalo in malattia.

Col senno di poi siamo bravi tutti, tu hai le tue responsabilità e io le mie, non esistono santi, nessuno di noi due ha vinto o perso, nonostante abbiamo sofferto, ci siamo riavvicinati pian piano, con più fiducia e lo abbiamo fatto raccontandoci la mia, la nostra infanzia, nostra perchè alla fine hai passato davvero tanti anni assieme a me quando ero piccolo, io non dimentico i tuoi errori nonno, ma nemmeno il bene che mi hai fatto, la tua immensa disponibilità per me e la mamma quando aveva bisogno di essere portata per lunghi anni su e giù in ospedale, sappi che queste cose rimarranno impresse nella mia testa, perché col tempo, forse crescendo, anche se ancora mi vedo, sai, un po’ bambino, quel Mattia che era il tuo idolo, che doveva essere il migliore di tutti, ma che in realtà voleva solo essere come tutti, e che quei tutti avessero il mio stesso cuore, quella bontà che col tempo è pian piano svanita.

Chi si dimentica di tutta quella gente che ci Incontrava in bici la mattina presto?

La tua felicità negli occhi, nel vedere come tutti si fermassero a guardarmi, a parlarmi e a sottolineare il fatto che il sorriso non mi mancasse mai.

Si andava a prendere il pane, ne volevo subito un pezzo, ci fermavamo a vedere tutti i cani della via con la speranza che rispondessero alle mie parole, e restavo lì convinto fino a quando sentivo abbaiare e tu mi davi conferma delle loro risposte.

Che periodi, cercavo sempre mia mamma, purtroppo per via del lavoro per me era come stesse via intere settimane ma in realtà così non era, però tu ben sapevi quanto io sia legato a mamma, e tranquillo ricorderò sempre quanto anche tu lo fossi, anche se spesso avevi qualcosa da ridere per via del tuo carattere ricorderò le tue ultime parole: “La mamma è la donna più intelligente che ho conosciuto, fin troppo buona e disponibile per tutti, voglio che lei lo sappia”.

Potrei scrivere un libro, non un poema su ciò che abbiamo vissuto insieme, sei stato la mia infanzia, il mio periodo preferito, lo rivivrei mille volte, nonostante il tuo modo di essere, ma chi sono io per giudicare? Certo, quello che penso lo dico, come hai sempre fatto tu, ma allo stesso tempo non mi nasconderò mai come non giudicherò mai!

Ora stai vicino alla nonna, e assieme fatemi il regalo più grande, che non sono i soldi, non sono una vita di successi, ma la speranza di vedere vostra figlia, mia mamma, stare un po’ meglio.

Solo questo.

Il pensiero rimbomberà sempre nella mia testa, fra cose belle e cose brutte, ma per vivere di questi tempi, bisogna affidarsi solo all’amore, lo sai nonno no?

Quella piccola parte di odio che io ho sempre avuto verso la mia generazione, e tu, verso chi ben sapevi, era molto simile, però se fossi qui so che con un sorriso, e magari una lacrima, diresti: “Qua te ghe rason”.

Ciao caro nonno, ti voglio bene❤️

#nonno #🫂#🐬

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Bad Boy Ajax

FTM!Ajax x Top!Male Reader

Series: Higher Education | Kinktober

Contains: Non-Con, Teasing, Virginity Kink, Desk Sex, Degrading, Spanking, Non-Con Creampie

Words: 817 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Ajax was your typical bad student. He shows up to class late, disrupts learning, picks fights, and just in general acts like an entitled asshole.

He even has the nerve to flirt with you. You were often the one watching him during detention, subjecting you to experience the brunt of his flirtatious antics.

"It's just you and me, teach." Ajax grins.

"As usual." You reply dryly.

"I noticed there aren't any cameras in here. No windows either. It's like a prison without surveillance."

"That's why I'm here. To be the warden."

"Can the warden grant me a get out of jail free card? In exchange for my body?" Ajax jokes.

You've had enough of his stupidity. "Come on up then."

Ajax looks at you in shock. "What?"

"Did you not hear me? Come." You snap your fingers.

He nervously walks up to your desk, standing in front of it with clear confusion painted on his face.

"Stay there." You order, walking behind him. You bend him over on the desk and move his hands behind his back, preventing him from getting up.

"Wait- I was joking!"

"So once someone reciprocates your flirting, you tuck your tail in between your legs and pretend it was a joke?"

"I'm sorry! Okay? I won't do it again just- just please don't touch me." Ajax squirms in your hold.

"You're tempting me."

"I'm a virgin, please!"

"You're making me even hornier." You smirk. "I eat virgins alive." You rub your bulge against his ass.

Ajax shivers. "Please, sir, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I think a proper punishment is overdue." You pull his pants down, revealing his ocean themed boxers. "How cute."

"No! I'll stop being bad! I promise!"

"Your personality did quite the 180." You laugh. "I'm not going to stop, Ajax, you deserve this." You spank him.

Ajax gasps, giving up. "I'm sorry.."

"'I'm sorry' seems to come out of your mouth easily when you're in trouble." You grope his ass, admiring the softness. "I don't think I've ever heard you apologize, at least not genuinely."

Ajax sniffs, shivering and shaking in fear.

"Gods...I'm so tempted to fuck that little hole of yours." You move his legs apart, not missing the dark wet spot in his underwear. "Ah? Don't tell me you're turned on by this."

He whimpers, not responding.

Chuckling, you pull his underwear down and look at his dripping cunt, basically begging to be filled. "Mm, you must love the idea of getting your virginity taken by your teacher." You spank his sex, making Ajax mewl. You pull your pants off and let your hard cock free, you press it against his entrance before pushing your length in with no remorse.

Ajax screams, his eyes widening as you stretch his cunt and push in until your tip kisses his cervix, eliciting another scream but this time of both shock and pleasure.

"Shut up you dumb whore," You spank his ass. "Or do you want the janitor to see what a slut you are?"

He bites his lip, looking down and trying not to be loud.

"Me and him are friends, he might actually want to join in." You smirk, fucking into him slowly. "What do you think? Getting fucked in the throat while I destroy your tight little cunt?"

"No~! Please~! I'll be quiet!"

"Aw, you only want me fucking you? How cute." You pick up the pace, fucking him mercilessly and cruelly. "I took you for more of a whore, the type to participate in gangbangs."

"Nno~! Not a wh- whore~!"

"Yes you are, you're a whore and a cockslut." You spank him, his ass getting red. "Say it."

"Aah~!" He moans, squeezing your cock tightly. "M' a who- whore~ 'n a co- cockslut~! Fo- for y- you~ sir~!"

"Fuck. That's right, only for me." You growl, now planning on keeping Ajax as your little toy for the rest of the year.

"Gh- gonna come~!" He warns before reaching his peak, pussy fluttering around your length.

"You're gonna be a good boy from now on, right, Ajax?" You fuck him through his orgasm.

"Ye- yes! Gon- gonna be good~! Wh- whatev- uh~ you want~!" He nods rapidly.

"That's what I like to hear. All good boys deserve a reward, want my cum, baby?" You fuck him harder.

Ajax gasps. "Wa- wait~! Nn- no~! Don- don't wah~ wanna ge- get preg- pregnant~!" He kicks his legs around.

"You should take everything I give you, Ajax," You slam into his cervix, keeping still and coming inside him, your seed breaching the entrance of his womb. "Even if you don't want it."

His eyes roll to the back of his head, legs twitching as he processes what's just occurred.

"Don't expect any support if you get pregnant." You pull out slowly, your cum dribbling out from his pulsing cunt and onto the floor. "Maybe take the after pill."

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