I’d sell my soul for raising canes. The main reason why I wanna go to the us. As soon as I step out of the plane I’m running to the closest one. Thank you for hearing me out.
for over a year, I've been writing about Wilbur's character, Simpbur. So all of my fics were about a character, not a real person, so I feel like if we keep it that way, it could be okay...?
even though I write about heavier topics and sometimes even borderline abuse, I do not support it in real life (unless both parties agree on it, but then it's not abuse, imo)
please share your opinions in my inbox and take care of yourself🤍
summary: you ask your neighbour for help with your shower, but he helps you with something else as well
warnings: age gap, soft!dom simpbur, fingering, f receiving, nicknames, mention of anxiety, unexperienced reader,
requests are open:)
,,Dad I don't know what to do`` You complained to your dad over the phone as you put your face into your hands.
,,Can't you call the landlord? He should be the one fixing it`` He answered you, and you sighed.
,,You know he doesn't care`` You said a bit harshly, but it was the truth. Your landlord ignored all your messages where you begged him to fix anything that was broken. Last month, you spent almost your whole paycheck to fix your apartment door that wasn't fully closing. The issue now, was the water pressure in your shower. One time barely any water would come out, and other times the pressure would be so high that your skin would get bruised.
,,Then try asking your neighbours? Surely there must be someone who knows how to fix such a small thing`` He said and you knew that was your only solution. Your dad also said you could fix it yourself. That you would video call, and he would help you, but you weren't about to risk fucking the shower even more.
,,Okay I'll just suck up my social anxiety and go knock on my neighbours`` You whined, and he laughed. You said goodbye to him and hung up before he could start making fun of your anxiety.
You lived in your apartment for over half a year and never spoke to anyone in the whole building. It wasn't a big building; there were maybe 12 apartments, and that was it. All you knew was that there was no one your age living in the building. On your floor, there was an old lady who was basically deaf and a much older man who always wore suits.
You moved across the country when you got your dream job offer and didn't think twice about living alone. Your parents helped you move and came to visit as often as they could. Which was not often at all. For the whole time you lived there, they came to visit four times. For most of the time, you didn't mind that; you finally felt like an adult who could make their own decision.
You stood up from your couch and fixed your linen pants before walking to your door. You weren't about to overthink it, so you quickly walked out of your apartment and walked over the man's door. With a deep breath, you knocked on his door and then waited. You heard noises, and soon the door opened, revealing a tall man. This time he wasn't wearing a suit but black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His hair was messy, and the smell of takeout dinner hit your nose.
,,Oh, hello``He greeted you with a smile. Suddenly, your brain stopped working, and you forgot why you knocked on his door. You've never really seen his face. It took you some time to collect yourself.
,,Hi- I am so sorry for interrupting your night, but I was wondering if you know how to fix water pressure?`` You blurted out quickly, fidgeting with your fingers. He was watching your face, still with a big smile.
,,I do, yeah. Need help with yours?`` He asked, and you nodded. He nodded as well and then disappeared into his apartment, leaving the door open. You tried to look inside to locate the man, but you couldn't see really far. From what you could see, his apartment was really pretty. Bookshelf full of books that looked well read, plants on his windows, and art on his walls. As you were looking around, he appeared at the door again, holding a metal box. Your cheeks grew red. You should not have been so nosy.
,,Its going to cost you a lot, though`` He said as he walked next to you, closing the door behind him. You furrowed your brows in fear. You didn't have much money left until the next pay check.
,,How much?`` You asked as you walked to your apartment together.
,,A cup of coffee. My kettle broke, and I didn't have time to buy a new one yet`` He said with a joking tone, and you felt so much relief. A cup of coffee was a price you were willing to pay. You tried to tell a joke about how expensive that would be for you; that probably wasn't even a little bit funny, but he still laughed. What a nice man.
You let him walk into your apartment first before closing the door behind you. He looked around with a smile.
,,I'm guessing that's the bathroom?`` He pointed to the door that was closed, and you confirmed it. He nodded before walking to it with you right in his tracks. He opened the door and turned on the light. His eyes immediately fell onto your hanging underwear. You felt your heart drop to your stomach when you saw him smirking at your lacey thongs.
,,Oh my god, I am so sorry`` You said quickly, almost jumping in front of him and tugging on the underwear. You managed to take a few down before his large hands grabbed you by your hips. He pushed himself in front of you so he could get to the shower. You could feel goosebumps where he touched you. God, you were so touch starved.
,,Dont even worry about it`` He said as he kneeled down, opening the metal box. You snatched the rest of the underwear before walking out of the bathroom to let him work. You brought the clothing to your bedroom, where you put it in your drawer. After that, you walked to your kitchen, which was connected to your living room, and put the kettle on. You asked him how he liked his coffee, and after he answered you, you made it for him, leaving it on the kitchen counter for him to get it when he's done.
It didn't take him long at all. After some time, he called you over, and you hurried there. He had a wrench in his hands and signalled for you to come over with his other one.
,,Can you try loosening it?`` He said as he took a step back, and you carefully grabbed the wrench. You tried to move it to the right, but nothing happened.
,,Its.. really tight`` You grunted through your teeth as you tried to use more force. Absolutely nothing happened except your skin turning white on your fingers.
,,Oh, I bet it is`` He said with a teasing voice, and you quickly looked up at him. Your cheeks grew red.
,,If you can't loosen it with a wrench, it should stay like this. If it does loosen again, just come get me`` He said with a normal tone again. You hated yourself for thinking he was talking about anything other than the shower pipe.
,,Um... the coffee is ready`` You tried to collect yourself, and he nodded as he put the wrench back into the box. He then followed you to your kitchen. He leaned against the kitchen counter as he sipped on the coffee. You tried very hard not to stare at him, but it was like you couldn't control yourself when there was an attractive older man around you.
,,No boyfriend?`` He asked after taking another sip of the coffee. His voice brought you back to reality, and your eyes fell to your feet. You were hoping he didn't notice how you stared at him.
,,Sorry?`` You answered him, trying to act cool and not like a stupid teenager.
,,I meant, no boyfriend to help you with your shower?`` He chuckled as he gently placed his cup down. His body turned more towards you, and you swore the temperature in your apartment rose.
,,No I- uh no`` You were so upset with yourself for not being able to answer him normally without stuttering.
,,Oh, cmon, such a pretty girl must have boys lining up for her`` he said with hands on his chest. You gave him a shy smile.
,,I'm not really interested in...boys my age`` You couldn't believe your own ears when you heard yourself say the last part.
,,Is that so?`` A smirk grew across his lips before he took a step closer to you.
,,I am so sorry; I shouldn't have said that. Thank you for your help, though`` You said quickly, hoping he would pick up on what you were trying to do. Get him out of your apartment so you couldnt embarrass yourself even more. He knew what you were trying to do, but that wasn't his plan.
As you tried to walk next to him to go and open the door for him, his hands wrapped around your hips, and with one swift movement, your body bumped into his. You were now standing right in front of him, your hips touching his. One of his hands left your hip and went to your face instead. His hand was cupping your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. Your eyes automatically fell shut, and you had to force yourself not to purr. His other hand went to your face as well, brushing hair out of your face. Your hands went to his stomach, so you could hold yourself steady.
His two fingers then grabbed you by your chin and gently lifted your head. You opened your eyes hazily and saw him smiling down at you. His face moved closer to yours, and your eyes closed again. His lips were soft and warm against yours. He was very careful with you, almost like he was scared you'd fall apart. His left hand was tangled in your hair, and the other one was on your lower back.
It was your first time making out with someone, but it felt very natural with him. You were getting drunk on his lips and barely noticed him leading you backwards to your bedroom. It fully grasped you when your calves hit the wooden part of your bed. You broke up the kiss as you sat down on your bed and then moved further up on it. Will didn't waste any time and went right after you. His lips were back on yours as his large hand travelled under your shirt. Everywhere he touched your skin, it felt like it was on fire. His hand travelled from your stomach straight to your chest. You moaned softly into his lips when his fingers found your nipples.
He played with them for some time before abandoning them completely. Instead, his fingers hooked around your shirt, and you quickly pulled it over your head. You should probably feel embarrassed. Your whole chest was on display for him, but you didn't care at all. Without him telling you anything more, you lifted your hips and started to pull down your pants. He picked up on it and helped you remove them completely. The only piece of clothing on you were your panties.
,,So pretty`` He almost whispered as his eyes travelled around your whole body. You opened your legs more so he could get in between them. Wilbur's hands very slowly removed your panties before tossing them next to him. Then he laid on his stomach, his arms going under your legs and hugging you over your stomach. Face just a couple of inches away from your bare pussy.
,,I've never done this before`` You squeeked, anxiety taking over. What if you weren't pretty for him? What if you sounded bad when you moaned? What if...
,,So the pretty moans I hear almost every night are just in my head?`` He chuckled before placing a couple of kisses on your inner thigh. Your heart was beating painfully against your chest.
,,Well, no, but I meant... Ive never done this with a boy- uh man`` Your cheeks were now burning, and you tried to burry your head into your pillows.
,,Don't overthink it, honey. Take your time and tell me if anything doesn't feel good, okay?`` He said looking at you from down there. You told him a quiet yes, and his hand on your stomach gave you a reassuring pat before his eyes fell on your pussy.
His tongue licked you from your hole up to your clit, which he then gave a wet kiss. Your eyes fell closed, and a soft, unsure moan left your lips. Immeaditaly, you knew it was very different from when you were touching yourself. When you touched yourself, you didn't like the fact that you knew what you were doing and what was coming next. With him, it was different. You didn't know if he would suck on your clit, use his tongue to eat you out, or use his fingers to finger you. Being so unsure made it so exciting.
His arms hugging your stomach stopped you from jerking away. You fully forgot your worry about your moans as you moaned out loudly. His skilled tongue was playing with your clit before his lips sucked on it. After a while, you felt his fingertips brushing around your hole. He was teasing you, making you squeeze around nothing. Once he was sure you were needy enough, his index finger slowly pushed into you. He didn't move it, wanting you to get used to him. You tried to arch your back, but you were quickly grounded again. His finger curled inside of you, and you cried out. You were feeling a completely new wave of pleasure, and you weren't sure your body could handle any more.
His finger started to move in you slowly, but Wilbur still put more focus on his lips sucking your clit. He settled on a certain rhythm and made sure everything felt good for you. You felt the tingling feeling in your core growing bigger and bigger every second. It felt strange because, for the first time, it wasn't you who controlled your orgasm. When your hips started to meet his face and your moans became whinier, Wilbur knew you were close. And he was right; within a couple of seconds, your orgasm took over. Your back arched, and his arms loosened around your stomach so you could move freely. His finger stopped moving completely, not wanting to overstimulate you. His eyes looked up at your pretty face. Your hands were grabbing the sheets, and your legs started to shake. That was a sign for him to stop sucking your clit. He gave it a last wet kiss, which made you jump. His body went on top of yours, and when you opened your eyes, his lips attacked yours. The make-out was messy, as he purposely made you taste yourself.
Your body and mind felt weak. After some time, he pulled away from you, lying down next to your naked body.
,,Do you want me to..`` You started but got cut off.
,,No honey, not today`` He said with a warm smile, trying to ignore his painful boner. He knew he could cum within minutes with you, but your body wasn't ready for him just yet, and he would hate to hurt you.
You nodded as your eyes closed for a second. All you wanted now was sleep.
,,Let's go take shower`` He said when he noticed you dozing off. You whined with your brows furrowed.
,,Cmon you can take a nap after`` He said before getting up.
y’all I just found my old Wattpad account where I was writing stories about one direction and youtubers from my country😓 thankfully nothing is published anymore but my eyes feel violated after reading some of them…
hi !! im genuinely curious what's ur process for writing?? do u usually have a plan for when you write or just go with the flow?
love ur work btw <3
such a fun question, thank you!!
No matter what, I always write at night and always listen to loud music (this helps me to basically mute all my thoughts that could distract me from the writing). Requests are, of course, much easier because you have the main plot (stepbrother, teacher...) I always think about the smut first, and then I figure out how you even get to that point (stepbrother= smut in his room- the parents are gone, you're alone with him, for some reason you go into his room- then the smut happens) or (kidnapping= smut in the place you're being held- how you got kidnapped- how your Stockholm syndrome began...), and I feel like that's basically 80 percent of the whole story. I am sure you noticed that I always focus on explaining how you met wilbur or how you get into the situation you're in for way too long, but then my endings are super quick and short. This is a huge flaw of mine that my teacher tried to fix for over 4 years (clearly didn't work out, haha)
summary: you get caught with drugs that aren't yours and you're taken to the police station for more than just explaining
warnings: naive reader, corruption, power imbalance, smut, rolling eyes, mention of drugs (not actual using), age gap,
,,How about you stop lying and tell me the truth, hm?`` The man sitting in front of you asked with raised eyebrows. Tears were pouring down your cheeks as you were unable to breathe properly. Your heart was racing, and your mind was desperately trying to figure out how to make the police officer believe you.
,,Th-The drugs weren't mine`` You repeated it again. His eyes were piercing through you, making you feel so small. Your wrists were screaming in pain as the cold metal handcuffs held them together behind your back.
,,If they weren't yours, whose were they?`` He leaned against his chair, still observing you, waiting for you to make even the smallest mistake. After a while of you just sobbing and not actually speaking, he took a deep breath.
,,So the drugs weren't yours, but you won't tell me whose they were?`` He was taunting you, exploiting his power.
The drugs really weren't yours. Not even a half-year ago, you moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere. The town had a small church, one grocery store, a bar, and a hardware shop, and that was it. You had to travel almost two hours to your school, so making friends was very hard. There was a group of kids your age, but from the first moment you met them, it was obvious they thought very little of you. You still tried to befriend them, though. Well, mostly, because your parents were forcing you. The kids were hanging out with you only if you stole your dad's liquor or if they needed a pawn for some of their games.
Yesterday, around 3 a.m., you got a call from Amber. The leader of the group. She was the pastor's daughter and was an amazing manipulator. Everyone thought so highly of her, but she was actually rotten deep inside. Her phone call woke you, but when you heard her crying, you quickly freshened up. She was begging you to meet her outside the hardware store because she was in trouble and needed your help. You got dressed quickly and sneaked out to the cold night.
When you arrived at the hardware store, she was standing there, shivering in the cold, holding a brown paper bag. Before you could even ask what was wrong, she gave you the bag.
,,I need you to go hide this to the big old tree that is near the river`` She said quickly, and you furrowed your brows at the package.
,,Why can't you-`` You started, but were quickly cut off by her annoyed moan.
,,Because! If you want us to be friends, just go and do it!`` She said harshly and all you could do was nod before turning around and quickly walking away. As soon as your body disappeared and Amber was sure you couldn't hear her, she dialled the town's police officer's personal phone number, a mean smile growing across her lips.
You were standing next to the big old tree trying to figure out where to hide the bag when the sound of a car ripped through the dead of night. You looked up, but before you could even react, the colours blue and red blinded you.
,,Put the thing you're holding down and your hands up where I can see them`` You heard his voice way before you could even see him. Quickly, you did what he told you, and once your eyes got used to the sudden lights, your heart skipped a couple of beats when you noticed a pointed gun at you.
,,What's in the bag?`` he asked you as he walked down to you.
,,I- I dont know`` You mumbled.
,,Of course you dont`` he said, annoyed as he picked up the bag. He lowered the gun as he looked in the bag. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and then his eyes met yours.
,,Aren't you a little too young for heroin?`` He said as he carefully closed the bag, and you furrowed your brows. Did he say heroin? Was this some kind of joke? Your mind was trying very hard to understand what was happening, so you barely noticed him grabbing you by your wrists and then placing handcuffs on them before walking you to his car.
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,,Are my parents on their way?`` You forced yourself to say through the tears.
,,Yes`` Was all he said before another lifetime of silence fell. The thing was, your parents were sleeping in their beds, unaware of where you were.
,,I was set up`` You said out of nowhere, your head pounding from all the crying and bright white lights.
,,And let me guess... you won't tell me by who`` He said mockingly as his fingers played with a pen.
,,By Amber`` You said not even a second after him. His head tilted to the side as a mean smile appeared on his face.
,,Amber? As in pastor's daughter Amber?`` He said and this time it was you who rolled their eyes. The only thing you did was nod.
,,You want me to believe that a pastor's daughter would be using heroin?`` Once he said it, you realised how stupid it sounded. Another wave of panic filled your body, and the room started to feel small again.
,,Its just you and me in the whole building here, so it's up to me to write all this down. You realise you're done for if I write down, I caught you with a bag full of heroin, right?`` He asked, and you quickly nodded.
,,But I can also decide not to write anything down`` His tone changed slightly, and you felt your heart slow down a little bit. You looked up at him with teary eyes.
,,Please I will do anything`` You said quickly, nodding your head at him.
,,That's a good girl`` He said as he stood up from his chair and walked over to you. His hand grabbed you by your chin and made you look up at him. The lights blinded you, but after a second, he let go of your chin. His hands went to his pants instead, and he quickly removed his belt before lowering his pants.
,,Open your mouth for me`` He said and without thinking, you did. He freed his cock from his boxers, and soon you felt his tip on your tongue. Your heart was racing, and your mind was clearly not working. He pushed his cock a little bit deeper, and your lips automatically wrapped around him. One of his hands went to the back of your head to stabilise you. Since you weren't moving but just looking up at him with his cock in your throat, it was him who started moving. As soon as his tip touched the back of your throat and you gagged on him, your mind finally fully grasped what was happening. Your eyes widen, and you tried to move your hands, but the handcuffs stopped you. You mumbled something but were stopped by him thrusting purposely deep inside your throat to shush you. You had to focus on breathing through your nose. He thrusted deep again, and you whined as tears filled your eyes again.
,,I thought you didnt want me to write the report?`` He asked you as he stopped thrusting into you and then pulled out completely. Your jaw was on fire as you slowly closed your mouth. Your saliva was blistering on your puffy lips as well as on your chin.
,,I- I dont`` You whispered, really, really not wanting him to write anything down. Your parents would kill you, if not even kick you out. And where would you possibly go with less than 20 dollars on your name.
,,Good`` He said as he harshly grabbed you by the handcuffs and then slammed your upper body on the metal table. You whined at the impact. His hands pulled down your sweatpants as well as your underwear.
You knew you should be screaming for help. That, this was wrong. But the only reason why you wanted to scream was because you wanted him to hurry up.
Unknowingly, you arched your back and parted your legs, making him smile above you. He then gave your ass a sharp slap that made you cry out. Your soft skin quickly turned red, and for Wilbur, it was like his own drug. He gave you a couple of more slaps, watching as your skin turned more and more red.
Your cheeks grew red when his fingers gathered your wetness. The tips of his fingers played with your clit for a while before you felt his cock part your lips. Shortly after, you felt sharp pain as he pushed his cock deep inside you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan. His hand travelled across your spine to your head. He removed your hair from your face so he could see you better. Wilbur didn't give you any chance to get used to him; instead, he started fucking you at an almost inhuman speed. Your hips were being smashed against the cold metal table and soon went numb.
For your own surprise, all the pain you felt soon got overpowered by pleasure. The pleasure made your moans louder and needier. His thrusts became a bit slower, so he could focus on hitting that one spot that made your eyes tear up. A smirk grew across his lips again as he noticed your hips meeting his halfway.
Your brain felt like a mush as his thick cock was destroying your fragile body. You had orgasms before, but never due to being actually fucked, so the feeling deep in your stomach growing every second made you surprised. You weren't sure if you were able to cum like this since you've never done it before. As you were trying to figure that out, the feeling took over your brain, and you cried out, almost falling off the edge. You were sure you were about to cum when Will stopped moving completely.
,,Were the drugs yours?`` He asked with a serious tone. You were screaming at him, cursing him in your head.
,,I told you they're not mine`` You whined as you tried to fuck yourself on him. His large hands quickly stopping you.
,,Are you sure?`` He asked again, this time with a teasing tone.
,,Yes`` You almost cried out. His hands left your hips.
,,Finish yourself on me`` He told you, and you whined as you did what he told you. It took you a few seconds to find your rhythm, but when you did, you were back to moaning. You knew that if he told you to fuck yourself on him in the begging, you'd refuse, too ashamed. But your orgasm was making you feel no other emotion than neediness. Your own movement wasn't as nice as his, but soon the feeling came back. Your stomach tightened as you felt the tips of your fingers tingle. Both your moans and thrusts became unsteady, and Wilbur took over, fucking you over the edge. His jaw clenching because of how tight you felt around him. Your legs started to shake, and you tried to move your hands. Wilbur's speed slowed down to almost zero as you fell from your high. Once he was sure you were done, he pulled out of you. His hands grabbed the handcuffs and lifted you from the table. Your legs felt wobbly, and you were scared you'd fall. He pushed you down on your knees with his hands. His cock, covered with your juices, was right in front of your face as he started to stroke himself. The way you were looking up at him through your eyelashes made him cum in seconds. You barely had time to close your eyes before his warm cum hit your face. Muffled moans escaped his mouth as he made sure all of his cum was on your pretty face.
You heard him move away from you and then come back to you.
,,Open your eyes`` he said as you slowly opened them. You were greeted with his phone in front of your face as he took pictures of you. Once he was sure he had enough pictures, he put the phone down on the table, helping you get back on your feet.
You struggled to pull up your pants, not really knowing what to do. Wilbur quickly left the room but came back with some paper tissues. You thanked him quietly before removing all his cum from your face.
,,I will give you a ride home; I don't want you to go alone in the dark`` He said as he took his jacket from the chair he was previously sitting on and put it on him. You would prefer actually walking home than driving with him, but you were also aware of all the danger that lurked in the dark. The drive was very short, and you were thankful for that. His car was clean and smelled like the most average men's aftershave. He parked his car in front of your house, and just as you opened the car's door, the lights turned on in your house. Within a second, both of your parents ran out of the house.
,,Y/n! Oh my god, what happened?`` Your mom asked worriedly as she pulled you into her hug.
,,Officer is she in some sort of trouble?`` Your dad asked as he walked towards Wilbur.
,,Please, I told you to call me Wilbur-`` He smiled as he shook your dad's hands ,,- and no she's not, she actually helped me`` Wilbur said as he looked at you. Your heart started to race.
,,She helped you? How?`` Your mom asked him, still holding you close to her.
,,My car stopped working just over there,`` he said pointing a couple of meters down the road ,, and I might have been a little loud, waking up Y/n by accident. She came down there to ask if I was okay`` He said smiling.
,,And are you okay?`` Your mom asked him, as Wilbur assured her that he was in fact okay.
,,Thank god for Y/n ears, not even hell would wake us up`` Your dad joked, and Will laughed. They exchanged quick goodbyes and thank-yous before Wilbur gave you one last look before walking back to his car.
You were thanking god it was so late at night, and your parents didn't question the fact that you drove from a completely different direction than the `crash` happened. Hopefully they wouldn't think about it that hard next morning, and you'd get away with this lie.
He watched your front door close behind you, before he finally started his car. He slowly drove back to the police building to spend the rest of his shift there. He felt kind of bad for using you like this. The thing was, he knew all along that the drugs weren't yours. Amber was a little bitch, and he knew it better than anyone. Despite the age gap, she tried to seduce him any chance she got. None of her attempts ever worked, though. So he wasn't surprised when you told him the drugs were hers. But at least she gave him a reason to corrupt you.
i found ur work quite recently and may i say how happy i was to find out ur still active and writing😩 i'd want to request but i know ur going through some stuff so no pressure at all, im just glad ur here🫶🫶
thank you so much🫶🏻
I’m doing much better now, so please feel free to request anything🤍
I would just like to say- I have just found this blog. And I'm addicted. Your writings are so good and well written and can we just TALK about the characters- I just- I love it all so much! Thank you for your beautiful works take care! :)
You are so so sweet!! can't even put in words how grateful I am🥹
summary: as his new professor you would do anything to make him feel good.
warnings: smut, m! receiving, f! receiving, fingering, mention of gagging, professor x student, creamp!e,
,,Miss Y/l/n?`` A tall figure appeared at your already open door. You looked up from an essay you were currently reading and smiled at the boy.
,,Yes, that's me, hi`` The chair you were sitting on squeaked as you pushed it further from the desk. The boy smiled shyly as he walked into the empty classroom. It was past five p.m., and students had already left home. It was a warm fall day, and the big widows were foggy, creating a cosy atmosphere.
You reached your hand and then shook his before signalling for him to sit in front of your desk. About three weeks ago, you were notified of a new student that would be coming soon. You wouldn't have him in your class because you taught the higher classes, but you were asked to help him with his work because he joined your school mid-semester.
,,How do you like America?`` You gave him a warm smile after noticing him fidgeting nervously with his fingers.
,,I like it- um- the school looks very different than what I'm used to`` He said nervously, and you noted his accent. You felt bad for him. It must have been scary to join a school on a completely different continent mid-semester and somehow make friends. This obviously wasn't high school, so the students here behaved more like adults, but maybe that was what made making friends so hard. You thanked god every day for not having to worry about that. You were the youngest professor, and that made you very popular among the students. Being just a couple of years older than them made them feel safe around you, and most of them even paid attention to your lectures.
,,Okay, so my plan with you is...`` You said as you looked around your table for paper. His eyes were glued to you, his heart beating just a little bit too fast.
,,...Right. I want you to come here every day, on the weekdays of course, after you're done with your classes. I have presentations of all the things you missed, and I'll slowly help you learn those things, okay?`` You looked up, and you could almost see his heart drop to his stomach when your eyes met.
,,Yes, thank you very much`` He thanked you as you handed him the paper where you wrote everything important down. Then you turned on your computer, fell asleep, and searched for the first presentation.
The first lecture, or whatever you should call it, went by so fast. He got more comfortable and even engaged with you. Soon you found yourself leaning against your desk in front of him and laughing like the two of you had been friends for years. He came to your classroom every day, fully focused and ready to learn. It was obvious he was overworking himself. On your 13th meeting, he came in looking like he hadn't slept the night before. His hair was messy, his tie was wrongly tied, and he had big, dark eye bags.
,,Is everything okay, Wil?`` You weren't supposed to address your student by their first names, but with him, everything was different. He closed the door behind him before going to sit in front of your desk.
,,I studied the whole night for today's psychology test`` He sighed as he took out his notebook and pen from his over-shoulder bag.
,,We can cancel today, and you can go to your dorm to rest?`` You asked him, worried, after you stood up from your chair and walked over to him.
,,No, that's okay. I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing I could be spending time with you instead`` He said as he looked up at you, and you felt your cheeks warm up. Your heart beat against your chest, and your palms started to sweat. The flirting was very subtle, and at first you thought he was just being polite, but the way he looked at you made you realise both of you were in big trouble.
Unknowingly, your fingers brushed his hair out of his face, and his eyes closed in comfort. Once your mind started working again, you stopped your hand from moving and tried to pull it away. His hand was, however, quicker and caught your wrist. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before he moved you in front of him. Your mind was clouded, making you unable to think straight. You reached down and kissed his lips. Without a hesitation, his hands cupped your face and deepened the kiss. His hands felt ice cold against your burning skin, and you were thankful for them. You were gently making out for some time before your back started to ache, so you pulled away from him.
,,Let me make you feel good`` You whispered to his face, and he hungrily nodded. You lowered yourself in between his legs, caressing his thighs. His chest was quickly rising up and down. Your fingers travelled to the opening on the crotch area of his trousers before unbuttoning it. The hole was big enough for your fingers to go under his boxers and bring his cock out through the hole. You were too paranoid to pull his whole pants down, and this worked perfectly. As soon as you touched his cock, it got painfully hard. His tip was red and glossy. He clenched his teeth as he watched you hold his cock. You looked up at him before giving him a lick from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. A loud moan escaped his lips, and you furrowed your brows at him.
,,I-I am sorry, please continue`` He begged quickly, and you listened as you wrapped your lips around his tip, licking his pre cum clean. His hands jerked up before going to your hair. You had a claw clip holding half your hair, so there was no hair falling to your face when you worked. He wanted to hold your hair, but because of the claw clip, he couldn't, so he settled on holding the sides of your face as you pushed his cock deeper into your throat. His tip brushed the back of your throat, and you had to wait a second to get used to him. Your hands found their way to the rest of his cock. He was whining softly, trying to be quiet but failing hard. His hips occasionally jerked upward, making you gag on him.
It didn't take long, and both your knees and jaw were screaming in pain, so you bobbed your head one last time before pulling his cock out and then standing up. He stood up as fast as you did and needily watched you, waiting for your order. You looked at him with a smirk as you turned around and laid your upper body down on your table. Wilbur didn't wait a single second before pulling your pants and panties down. His large hands squeezed your ass, and you bit your lower lip. For more comfort, you placed your head on your arms. You were just about to tell him you were wet enough for him when you felt his whole face from behind you. His tongue licked your hole before sucking on your clit. You bit your arm, forcing yourself to stay quiet. His hands were squeezing your ass on his face as he ate you from behind. After what felt like ages, he pulled away, and his two fingers found your needy hole. He pushed them in, curling them inside of you. You finally understood how hard it was for him to stay quiet. All you wanted was to scream and cry in pleasure.
,,You're so so pretty`` He said as he fingered you. His fingers were moving fast, and the feeling deep in your stomach was quickly approaching.
,,Will-`` You said warningly as your hand went to grab his to stop him. You felt your orgasm building up fast. His other hand, however, moved yours away from him as he continued fingering you. You tried to hold on to your orgasm for longer, but the pleasure was too much. You cried out as your walls squeezed around his fingers and your orgasm got a full hold of you. Your knees moved together, and you were glad for the support your table gave you. Your mind was spinning as pleasure filled every inch of your body. His fingers quickly left your hole and were quickly exchanged for his mouth. His lips found your clit again and sucked on it, sending you another, stronger wave of pleasure. It got too much soon, and you tried to move away from him. He understood and licked your hole, tasting your juices, before standing up.
Your breathing was heavy as you were recovering from your orgasm. His hands stroked your hips before his right hand grabbed his cock and stroked it for a while. After some time, you felt his tip lining up with your hole. Your eyes shot closed as you felt his tip parting your lips more, and then there was a slight pain as he pushed himself inside of you. He was moving slowly, his teeth clenched because of how tight you felt around him.
,,Is this okay miss y/l/n?`` He asked and you whined as he continued pushing himself deeper and deeper. A quick `mhm` was all you could do. His hands found your hips again, holding you down. Once he was fully in you, he had to take a pause to collect himself. He felt like he was going crazy because of how good you felt around him. Getting addicted to you with every passing second. When he felt mentally strong enough, he gently half pulled out before pushing himself back in. Soon he sped up his pace, and both of you were fighting hard to keep quiet. The pain you felt in the beginning from his cock stretching you out was fully gone.
His thrusts were unsure and inconsistent. You didn't mind because this was about his release and not yours. His eyes felt heavy, but he also wanted to look down at you. You noticed his whines got louder and his fingers dug into your skin more.
,,Miss y/l/n let me cum inside you`` He almost whispered, and you moaned. You weren't sure. Obviously, you were on the pill; that wasn't the issue, but this felt like crossing a line you weren't sure was okay to cross.
,,Please`` He whined, and you realised it wasn't that hard to convince you. You gave him permission, and he fucked you faster for just a few seconds before stopping completely with a loud moan. His fingers were destroying your hips. You waited patiently for him to pull out, and when he did, you whined about the empty feeling. You pushed yourself up from the table with your hands and turned around to face him. Both of you looked tired.
You felt his cum slowly spilling out of you, and you looked at it on your inner thigh. You cursed yourself out for not having any tissues in your class. The closest ones were in the bathroom, which was across the whole school. Not that you could meet any students there, but with your luck, you were sure you would meet someone cleaning there.
His fingers gathered his cum from your thighs, and his other hand grabbed your jaw and made you open your mouth. His fingers harshly found their way into your mouth, and you locked your lips around them as you licked them clean while looking up at him. His eyes were wide. Once his fingers were clean, he pulled them out. He fixed his boxers and pants, and you settled on pulling your panties up even with his cum still in you.
,,Can I have those later?`` He asked as his eyes shot to your crotch. You jokingly rolled your eyes and went to your chair. He quickly packed his stuff and then put his bag over his shoulder.
,,I will see you tomorrow? `` He asked as his hand grabbed the door. You gave him a nod before looking back at your computer. He nodded as well before leaving the classroom. Once the door closed, you sighed and put your face in your arms.
