Imagine ghosts first time being with a portal pussy...
It's embarrassing in a way that makes ghost feel like a kid who doesn't understand anything, but he's never really...been intimate with anyone. Sure, he's seen plenty of people in every state of undress and has heard the dirtiest shit his team could think of, but he's never actually touched someone like that.
So, he does the only reasonable thing for a guy who doesn't trust anyone, and buys a portal pussy. Figures he might as well not die a virgin.
Ghost expects for it to be a quick affair, opening the box in his shitty apartment and going through the instructions almost bored. He picked the first profile he found on the app, a cunts a cunt, isn't it?
Only for him to pause the second the portal activates. That's....wow. pretty, soft lips. A clit still hidden under the hood. Ghost brushes his finger over the little bud, and almost drops the portal when it twitches.
Ghost just planned to get his dick wet, but the smell coming off of it has him bringing the portal to his mouth instead. A rough tongue licks from base to clit, and in response ghost earns a drop of sweetness. A bit musky, with a distinct human undertone. It's addictive.
Ghost is a thorough man, experimenting with ways to get more of that addictive flavor. Rubbing two, three fingers into the cunt. Ghost likes when it squeezes and pulses on him.
It's only after he gets prompted to pay for another two hours that ghost realizes he hasn't actually fucked the thing yet. So he pays for four and lines himself up, dick practically coated in the amount of pre-cum he's been drooling onto the sheets.
The sudden, intense feeling of tight warmth around his cock has ghost panting, head tossed back with a groan. He thrusts into it instinctively, and nearly blacks out from how hard it clenches at being shoved into.
He cums embarrassingly fast, right into a warm pussy. Ghost realizes why price is so obsessed with it, it feels amazing.
He's still got hours left with it, and ghost intends to use those hours thoroughly.
Meanwhile you, the secretary he passes in the hallways, are planning to call out after the guy renting your portal buys another two hours.
Toji Fushiguro is your neighbor, and you're the sweet girl next door, you help tutor his son Megumi for him after school until he gets home and help out for extra cash. What you don't know, is Toji has become obsessed with you - the pretty babysitter - so much so he is in your place when you're not, and things start to come up missing. When you try to hook up, he's is knocking on your door for sugar, when you shower, the hot water somehow shuts off. But can Toji have you all to himself when you have a stupid crush on his best friend Shiu across the street!
pairings - yandere! toji x babysitter! reader x dilf! shiu
warnings - age gap - reader is 22, Toji is 39, Shiu is 40 - Toji and reader are the main but boy does Shiu have fun w/us hehe- this chap - hints of somno, Toji is depraved, stalking, videoing w/o consent, masturbation, Toji failing at yandere completely.
So this already has eight chaps, they will be released weekly on every thursday! <3 This was a patreon fic but I wanted to share one of them with you all here, so you can see the pure freak over there hehe - tags open!
beautiful art creds here!
chapter two>>>
chapter one
Toji can't help but let his eyes linger as you're crashed out on his couch. Megumi is playing video games with his little friend Yuji in their room, and you have your college text book dropped on the floor.
Fuck you're pretty.
Toji bends down to grab it, eyeing your pretty tit that's nearly falling out of your top. Well, he can't have that, can he?
He eases it down just a bit, thumbing your nipple and exhaling, leaking pre against his sweats. He should feel like a sick fuck for fondling his babysitter like this, but he can't find a hint of guilt.
No, he wants to do more, especially when your lips part, and you shift just a bit. He laps a filthy ring around your areola before sucking it into his mouth, pulling back with a pop and exhaling, murmuring your name softly and covering you back up.
He could do more, but the first time with you. He wants you to fucking beg for it.
"Pretty little doll," he practically cooes those words, making you stir as he caresses your cheek, you come to just a bit, blinking - but he's already standing up, pretending to be busy. "Get tired?"
"Mr. Fushiguro!" You stand up quickly, body still numb from your sleep, cheeks heating up. "I'm so sorry, ugh... studying for the finals are killing me."
"No worries, the kids are fine," he gives you a smirk, mossy green eyes drifting down your body briefly, feeling like he's touching you. "You good, doll?"
"I'm... um..." you look down to see your nipples pressing against the thin material of your tank top, the remnants of your dream flashing in your mind.
Dreams of the man you babysit for bending you over.
You feel awful, you have a whole boyfriend - you can't think this way!? Especially about a much older man with a kid like seven years younger than you. You shake yourself out of it, chalking it up to the fact that this man wears black thin gym shirts and slutty ass gray sweats and blaming it on that.
His fault, really.
"I'm just embarassed, I don't want you to think I'm irresponsible..." He brushes his hand across your head affectionately.
"Don't be, you're more than welcome to rest up before you head home."
"Oh no, I'm all good, I have a date later." Toji frowns then, eyes narrowing just a bit, before he plasters back on a smile.
"Oh yeah? Lucky kid."
You blush more, gathering your books and stuffing them in your bag then, Toji's home was right across the street from you literally, so you just walked over here.
"Want me to walk you over, it's night time."
"You don't have to Mr. Fushiguro, really."
"It'd make me feel better if I did," you smile gratefully, most days he did walk you back to your door, you think he wanted to just make sure you were safe which was sweet. Despite being tall, buff and appearing gruff, Toji was always sweet to you.
"Let me say bye to Gumi first," you walk over to the room, and Megumi and Yuji smile up at you. "I'm headed home, sorry i crashed!"
"You looked tired," Megumi shrugs his shoulder. "Don't worry about it."
"All right, I'll see you two tomorrow!" You walk out with Toji, stepping out into the cool night air and shivering a bit. "When did it get so cold?"
"Here," Toji steps back in and snatches up one of his leather jackets, putting the heavy cool material over your shoulders. "Swallows you huh?"
"You're huge," you blink then, earning his smirk. "Oh dear god, I didn't mean... I mean!?"
"It's true..." His words are husky, his scar moving just a bit, he runs a tongue along it, somehow making it fucking sexier to you. "C'mon, kiddo."
Kiddo.
You don't need to be around Toji Fushiguro alone with your fucking daddy issues, really you don't, you decide to shove them down and just smile, walking next to him toward your house, you go to step into the road and he shoves you back with a strong arm, a car speeding and whooshing by.
"Fuck..." You're in his arms suddenly, he can feel your heart racing under those lush breasts, as your eyes meet his. "Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro."
"Of course, be careful huh?" You're a little shaken up, he caught you like an instinct really. He keeps his hand on the small of your back under the jacket, the rough palm burning against your skin through your thin cotton top.
It feels so good, having you near him, God Toji has waited months to have you this close, aside from a few caresses and brushes of his skin he's not touched you until tonight. it takes far too much control not to slam you against his chest, hands on your hips, pick you up and fuck you like he bets no other man could, especially those little boys in college.
He'll show you one day soon.
"There you are," you slip off the coat, handing it to him with a grateful smile. "Oh, let me pay you..."
"Thank you, oh that's too much! Especially for sleeping," he chuckles and ruffles your hair, handing you far more than he should really. "This is so sweet."
Sweet, Toji had never been called sweet really.
"Yeah no problem, be safe on your little..." he almost throws up at the thought of the next words. "On your little date."
"I will, I'll see you tomorrow!" You put a hand on his shoulder and smile, before stepping inside your little house, he notices you live there all by yourself.
You'd had some roommate but they were gone now, which works perfect for Toji, because he'd get annoyed when he had to see her on cam walk around, he only wanted to observe you after all. Watching you was one of his favorite things to do, like a nightly routine, whether it was you humming, dancing in a towel, or playing with your pretty pussy.
You really weren't any good at getting yourself off, but he'll show you how.
He lingers for just a moment, inhaling your scent, before going back home, he'll make sure to watch you tonight, and he better not see you with some dumb ass boy.
*****
Your date was sweet, he was cute and a good kisser, you're on your fifth date though so you finally invite him in, you have a firm five date rule from some movie that formed your childhood (that was most of your personality, truly) so currently he's on your couch, your thighs straddling his lap, his hands pressing into your hips.
"Mnh," you're grinding against his length over his jeans as his tongue slips in your mouth, it's been months since you've had any action, and he feels far too good against your cunt right now. You're kissing across his neck as he slips his fingers underneath your skirt, running them along your soppy panties.
"You're so wet," he murmurs, you cry out as he hits a spot that feels so good, spreading more and leaning up, your breasts right in his face. You're still horned up from that damn embarrassing wet dream you had, but you try not to admit that to yourself. "Feel good?"
"Mmhmm!"
"Mmhmm..." Toji mimics, glaring at his phone in his room, normally this was the time he spent devoted to you, but instead you wanna be a whole fucking brat and grind on some dumb young boy.
Toji knows you wouldn't sound like that if he touched you, no way anything coherent would come out, it'd be fucking nonsense, just begging for his cum, for him to put babies inside you. He'd love to do that too, Megumi needs siblings, really, and who better as a step mom than his baby sitter?
He watches as that boys hands are all over you, laying you down on the couch now, he's kissing all sloppy and you're seemingly into it. Toji forgives you, you're young and have never been fucked properly, he supposes he can understand, even if he's waiting for you so patiently that he hasn't fucked anyone in months.
How could he really?
He looks away and rolls his eyes at the really sad attempt at dirty talk, itching to go over there and stop it, drag your little cute ass off him and carry you over, it's a cave man mentality really but it's all Toji can think of when you're near. He'd take such good care of you after, he'd make sure you ate, got hydrated, just to cum all over his cock again, and give you so much cum you'd be nice and full.
His cock twitches when he hears your moans, he can almost imagine they're for him until he hears the other name you're spilling from your lips, he throws the phone on the floor then, pacing his room. He is supposed to tease you, edge you, not lose total control over the situation because he's jealous.
You're about to cum despite your date's very messy fingering, he's not hitting what you need but he's trying and he's hitting enough you can grind on his hand, pinning his wrist so you can arch your hips.
"You're so pretty, are you close?" He asks then, you nod with a little smile, earning another kiss as you struggle to keep his fingers deep.
"I'm so close... I... mnh!"
knock knock knock.
"Shit..." You damn near groan, you're soaking wet and aching from even the most awkward ministrations, you really need to get off, and your five date rule is about to become six depending on who's at the door. "Let me get it."
"Of course," he swipes your slick onto your thigh, glistening as you stand and adjust your panties. "Need me to go with? It's late."
"You're sweet, but this neighborhood is safe," you pat his shoulder, taking a shaky breath and peeking through the little eye hole out front, seeing big ass Toji in what can only be called a slutty ass wifebeater and those slutty gray sweats.
He must not own much else clothing wise.
"Toji!" You open the door with a curious smile, his green eyes darken when they slip down your body, and you quickly realize you must be disheveled, looking down and adjusting your top quickly, clearing your throat.
"Sorry to come so late, doll," he murmurs, leaning against your door frame now, his dark hair falling over his forehead. "I'm baking cookies for..."
Shit, he hadn't thought this far.
"You're baking?"
Is it that shocking!? Well he's never baked... but...
"Yeah, for the kid's school thing, some bake sale or some shit."
"Toji that's sweet!" You light up then, all fucking pretty, so much so he can ignore the fact that you only have an outline of lipstick and that the dude walking up behind you has it across his neck. "Why didn't you tell me? I'd have helped."
Fuck you're perfect.
"I uh," he rubs the back of his neck, for a moment looking a little boyish and grinning, his buff ass arms flexing with the motion. "I forgot I guess, work got me."
"It happens, don't be hard on yourself."
"Ahem."
You turn back to look at your date, who Toji gives a fucking death glare to behind your back, quickly replacing it with a smile when you look at him again. "This is my..."
"Boyfriend."
"Ah, the boyfriend," he grabs his hand then, chuckling as he squeezes it so tight the boy damn near crumbles. "Hey there boyfriend."
"Ya know it's late..." You curse internally, your cunt is hurting from the amount of times his fingers slipped, and now he's disappearing. "Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Oh, sure," he plants a kiss on your cheek and damn near rushes out, Toji grins when he watches him dart to his car. "So weird."
"Bad date, doll?" You sigh now, shaking your head.
"No, he's sweet, I think it's been too long and I aggressively jumped his- oh dear god!?" You cover your mouth quickly.
"What," Toji leans low now, body half in your house, towering over you. "He not get you off?"
"Mr. Fushiguro I can't talk sex with you," you flush furiously, he just chuckles in that way he does, licking his lips.
His lips are slutty too.
How would that scar feel against-
"How long you been dating?"
"Well, we're at five dates so I think we're boyfriend and girlfriend? I don't know, he started calling himself that on the third."
Toji snorts then, shaking his head. "Sorry if I killed the vibe there."
"No, no, come in, you needed what, sugar?"
"Yeah, sugar, something sweet, y'know?" He walks in and shuts the door, you just smile a little nervous, heading toward the kitchen. He watches you bake in here sometimes while he's at work and Megumi is at school, he just likes seeing everything you do.
"I have some..." You bend down now, and he catches sight of slick against your thigh, your puffy cunt sucking your panties against it, a dark spot making him almost audibly moan.
It takes far too much willpower not to bend you over, but he wants that first time to be worth it, to have you asking so sweet over and over.
Daddy please.
That's what he'll hear, he already knows when you turn and walk over with a little tupperware of sugar - teddy bear shaped, so cute he thinks, just like the pair of panties you're wearing.
"How much do you need?"
"Just a cup," he walks over, leaning against your counter, you inhale that cologne and some sweaty, musky scent of his that fucks your ovaries up then, you pause, eyes shutting, trying not to attack your employer. "Somethin' wrong?"
"No, no, sorry," you feign an ease you don't have, finding another little container and pouring two cups in. "Here, in case you need more! If you need help baking or anything tomorrow, let me know, I love to."
He already knows, he knows so much about you.
"Thanks doll, sorry again for..."
"Cockblocking me?"
He chuckles now, as you giggle a little nervous. "That, I know you're Megumi's babysitter, but we're also close, don't you think?"
"We are for sure," you agree, shutting the container now, it's quiet with him in the kitchen, taking it over damn near. "Do you need anything else?"
Your pussy on his face.
"Nah," he takes the container, fingers that are so rough brushing against the back of your hand, heading to the door now. "G'night, doll."
"Night Mr. Fushiguro..." He shuts that door, leaning against it and fucking grinning.
He sure did cockblock you.
He sets the honestly useless sugar on the counter, as Megumi walks in and yawns, he's fifteen now and honestly has a bad crush on you, Toji already knows it the way he fawns over you once you leave. "What're you doing up kid?"
"Just getting a drink, where were you?" Megumi grabs a soda, cracking it open.
"Hand me a beer," he rolls his eyes and does just that, Toji twists the top open, drinking the cool liquid down his throat. "I was borrowing sugar from the sitter."
"Sugar, for what?"
"Baking... cookies."
Megumi snorts in laughter, earning Toji's glare. "You're really trying to pick her up with your old ass?"
"Old, fuck off I'm forty."
"Old."
"Well you're not even legal, kid," he ruffles Megumi's spiky hair now. "So keep dreaming."
"Got as much chance as you - which is none."
"Go to bed."
"Enjoy baking," Megumi smirks and Toji almost thrashes his son's ass, maybe he should have whipped him more as a child, bratty little thing that he is. If Toji's honest Megumi doesn't need a sitter, he just enjoys you at his house.
That's literally it.
"That kid," he grumbles, sipping his beer and going to sit on the couch, pulling up your bedroom cam on his phone and grinning.
You're playing with your pretty pussy, god you really suck at it, all frustrated and whiny, desperate gasps that make him throb.
"C'mon doll, say it," he wants to hear his name, surely that's what you're whispering, right? As you roll your fingers on your clit, and his cock throbs, the coolness of the bottle of beer between his thighs pressing against it.
But you don't moan Toji.
You moan a whole other name, not even your little boyfriend's name, making his jaw lock as he recognizes it.
"Shiu! Mnh!"
"Shiu fucking Kong!?" He glares now, looking out the window at the neighbor right between the both of you, sitting out front and smoking a cigarette.
What sort of slutty little thing even are you!?
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๐ เฃช ห โก โบโ pervyprofessor Simon Ghost Riley! (dubious con )
warnings: +18 dubious con!, smut, obvi meanie simon, teacher/student relationship, they get nasty in the classroom, oral (reader receives), doggy, power imbalance
was it youโor was professor riley always staring at you?
heโs shameless with it too, taking any and every opportunity to rake his pale irises over your frame.
your fingers gripped the plastic edge of your seat uncomfortably as you stared down at the midterm test youโre currently taking. you bit your bottom lip in unease, this test was hard. but his staring was only adding additional discomfort.
when you glance up at him, heโs sitting on the edge of his large wooden desk.
the tip of his pink tongue swiping across his lip slowly as he stares at you. you shiver in your seat from his gesture.
how is no one else seeing this?
the more you look at him, he shifted his weight from one leg to another. his gaze flickering from your face to the swell of your breasts outlined by your top.
his hand moving to adjust his bulge nonchalantly.
your eyes flicker down to your paper instantly as you moved to grip your pencil. this situation is growing more distracting by the week. and his advances are only worsening. you struggled to recall which formula you were meant to use to solve this equation.
and just as you start to write down some of the formula so you can finish this testโyou feel a presence over your shoulder. glancing at your work.
you could smell the scent of clean laundry as he hovered over your shoulder closely.
โmake sure to use the pythagorean theorem, babyโ he whispers into your ear.
a large hand massaging your shoulder for a second before pulling away. โbaby?โ you repeated in your head while watching him walk back to his desk. he doesnโt even pretend to care about the other students work. just brushing past every desk like youโre the only student in the room.
taking his unsolicited, but very needed, advice you work on the problems while the clock ticks away on the wall.
you make an effort not to look up again in fear that youโll catch him staring like he always is. other students begin to get up and put their completed tests on his desk before returning to their seats quietly.
you keep working and revising your equations until youโre at least somewhat satisfied.
you blow a low breath of relief from your pursued lips as you can feel youโre anxiety easing off. you sit calmly before glancing around the room, noticing that your classmates have been getting up to give professor riley their tests.
taking an uneasy breath, you stand and grab your paper. dodging other testers as you walk to him.
โall done?โ he asks in an even tone.
you nod, keeping your gaze low as you wait for him to take the paper from you. you can hear his huff of disapproval? disappointment? as he snatches the paper from your hand.
โiโll take a look at itโ.
you turn and walk back to your seat slowly. looking over your shoulder at him briefly to notice him still holding your paper, but his eyes focused on your ass as you walk away.
your face tightening in shyness as you hurry to sit back down. professor riley flips your paper over to look at the work you did on the back. you were feeling pretty confident about your work. it definitely isnโt perfect, but you knew, that you at least scored over an 80%.
you watch as his facial expression flattens again as he holds your paper in hand still.
โalrighโ, yer all free to goโ
he says unenthusiastically as he watches everyone get up from their seats. small chatter littering the room as everyone grabs their belongings and slowly walk out.
you follow the crowd as you try to hurriedly make your escape from the room.
โ[+], come over ereโ babyโ professor riley beckons you like a lover.
freezing in your steps you look around the room, as the other students just keep on chatting to one another. itโs like no one else heard that but you. finally, you glance at him as you stand behind your desk in anticipation.
flexing two fingers, he gestures for you to come to him.
โi donโ biteโ he jeers as you walk over to him.
you two are the only ones left in the classroom at this point. all of the other students being long gone to their next class or leaving campus. you hadnโt made any friends yet either, so you knew that no one was going to be waiting up for you.
holding your paper in hand, he just stares at you.
โmmhโ he hums in approval at you.
โyes sir, what is it?โ you say calmly while clasping your hands together in front of you.
he stands up straight as he takes a longโcondescending โbreath. as if it just pains him endlessly to utter the next words he will speak.
โereโs thaโ thing baby, testโs no goodโ he grumbles as he watches your face.
his eyes searching your face for the reaction he is oh so desperate for. you couldnโt contain your confusion as you tilt your head and look at him. โwhat do you mean?โ you ask with a hint of attitude. you were struggling to compute whatโs going on, was he suggesting that only your work is unsatisfactory?
โmeans thaโ you failed, [+]โ he says nonchalantly as if that information even makes any sense.
โw-w-whatโโ you stutter as you blink. โyou didnโt even grade the papers yet! how can you say i failed?โ.
professor riley only shrugs as he places the test down on his desk and looks to you again. his tatted arm resting on the desk calmly. โdonโ need to grade itโ he says with a small yawn, clearly having no interest in clarifying this for you.
your palms grow sweaty at the sound of that.
was he sabotaging your grades?
โprofessor, you canโt-โ you begin before one of his calloused palms brush against your waist. not venturing too low, just hovering over your waist softly as he looks down at you.
โ-actually i can, and call me simonโ he interrupts calmly as his eyes watch your facial expressions. gauging your reaction with precision. a skill he picked up in his old days in the field. apparently, a catโs gotten your tongue all of a sudden. at a lost for words, you just stand still, clenching your palms softly to steady yourself.
โโฆsimon, pleaseโ you say softly.
professor riley looks at you with faux symphony as he settles down on the edge of his desk like he usually does. manspreading as he crosses his arms over his wide chest. the buttons on his button-up straining from his biceps flexing,
โtsk tskโwhat a problem, eh?โ he says lowly.
your eyes squint in displeasure from his teasing. after all, this was an issue heโs creating. before you speak again, his hand slides down from your waist to the fat of your ass. squeezing it softly while watching your face.
โprofessor!โ you squeak at the feeling.
a small grin stretches across his face as he squeezes your ass again. โgo anโ lock tha door, baby. bet we can work somethinโ out where everyone leaves happyโ.
he slaps your ass as you turn to go and lock the classroom door.
your heart is racing away in your chest as you spin the lock on the large wooden door. thereโs no turning back now as you close the curtain on the doorโs window that shows the hallway. when you turn back around, you see him watching you intensely with want.
โknow owโ long iโve been waitinโ to get a taste of you?โ
he chuckles lowly and shakes his head at the thought. you stand frozen, a few steps away from him as he starts to undo the buttons on his black dress shirt. when itโs open, you can see his bare chest. revealing some tattoos on his shoulder that connect to the ones on his arm.
the most enrapturing part being the scars.
a plethora of scars dance across his skin. jagged and messy ones that indicate the kind of life heโs lived.
โwas a lieutenantโ, he answers before you can ask.
he pats his thigh gently, letting you know to come over to him. taking a deep breath you walk over to him with your heartbeat pattering away in your ears.
sitting shirtless on his desk, his hand wraps around your throat when you reach him. tugging you to stand between his thick legs.
you breath hitching in your chest when you feel him lightly squeeze it. โmโ gonna eat your pussy, babyโ.
rising from his spot on the desk, he switches places with you and turns you around. pressing his hand to the back of your neck and making your hands flail out to brace yourself on the desk. he lets out a grunt as he looks down at your ass again.
โlook at this fuckinโ bodyโ he mutters to himself.
slotting his hips against your ass before grinding his hips against you. โsimon!โ you squeak as you feel him pressing down on your neck.
making you lie flat on his desk and on top of the test papers he just collected.
you could feel his thick bulge on your ass as he continued rolling his hips. his hands dipping underneath the waist of your pants to tug them down. letting them drop to the floor as he looks down at you laying on his desk.
โbeen dreaminโ of thisโ he admits as he curls a finger beneath your panties. tugging so hard that he tears them clean off your body.
you gasp in surprise when you hear the tear.
โbut-โ you start up before getting silenced immediately by him slapping your ass. โquietโ he demands in that strict teacher voice he often speaks in. you bite your tongue as he moves to him knees, letting himself get face to face with your puffy and wet clit.
he whistles at the view,
โcunny so wet fโmeโ, taking one of his large hands to slap your clit. you tense immediately at the motion, your legs shifting to close automatically. professor riley tsks annoyed before shoving your thighs apart again.
โstop thaโ shitโ he curses as he spreads your ass with his hands.
his nose tickling your hole as he slips his hot tongue against your pussy.
โah!โ you moan instantly at the feeling. his tongue slipping against your wetness as he slurps up the juices in between your lips. he keeps your ass spread with his hands as he moves his head up to lick at your hole there. making your hands grip his desk tightly.
he teases you with his tongue in the area. making your back arch up in response to the feeling. โs-simon fuckโ you whine which makes him smile.
a heavy hand landing on your ass before he goes to make out with your clit again. placing his mouth around your little nub and slurping. the desk getting covered in your wetness as you just lie there and take it.
โshoo- fucking goodโ you moan thoughtlessly as you get your pussy eaten.
โlove having my tongue on this nasty little cuntโ he says mockingly as he pumps his tongue inside of your hole. you go cross eyed at the feeling of it. being reduced to nothing more then a moaning mess.
โthaโs itโ he encourages before resuming his ministrations. you start to shift your hips back, trying to make his tongue go deeper when he starts to hold your hips down to stop you. his wet pink lips glimmering under the classroom lights as he stands up.
you look back, over your shoulder at him as he smirks. โyer gonna cum on my cockโ, he says flatly.
his large hands moving to unbuckle his belt. you keep watching him, as you listen to the jingle of his belt. he grasps at his bulge again, releasing a groan before tugging his pants down. you stare at his cock with desire. tilting your head to get a better view of his raspberry red tip.
โso hard fer you, it hurtsโ he sighs before moving the head of his cock to your pussy.
rubbing the tip against your warm hole, making him hiss. he slips the tip in, slowly rocking his hips in until he gets further inside of you. you swear you feel the soft push of his head against something in your lower belly.
your eyes tearing up at the feeling,
โtakinโ it like a champโ
he encourages while pressing a hand on the back of your head to keep you arched. you clench on him deliciously as the feeling of your professor inside of you is addictive. the base of his cock growing a ring of your mixed juices.
your face smooshed against his cool desk as you gasp, โsimon! itโs so bigโ you moan.
his hands slip to your hips as he starts yanking you back on his cock. making you take it to the base and then back to the tip repeatedly.
โlovin this shit, eh?โ
heโs completely satisfied in this moment. overall, just pleased with his plan going well to get you in this position. you are his favorite student after allโhis favorite girl.
the class filled with the sound of wet,
plap! plap! plap!
your walls pulsing around him nastily as you get closer. he knew you were gettin close, the rough pads of his fingers slipping beneath your belly to your clit. rubbing firm circles on the slick area, and making your screech.
โthaโs itโcum on my cock and iโll give ya an A+โ
No thoughts just older!price taking you out to a really nice restaurant after you shyly admit your previous boyfriends just took you to fast-food...
You, foolishly, assume this will be a nice evening with your partner. Smiling while you read over the menu, your heart so full of affection for john.
Only for the mood to be instantly crushed when your waitress comes along and comments "wow, it's nice to see family celebrating valentine's! I wish I got to spend more time with my dad!"
Your face instantly heats with embarrassment at the implication. You know price is a bit older but...really? She continues, not at all picking up your reaction "I've always said valentines was about all forms of love. You're a great father, sir."
You glance across the table to see price smiling that smug little smile, reserved for times when he gets what he wants. "Thank you, miss. Families important, eh?"
He cuts his gaze to you, delighted in whatever he sees in your expression. You're too mortified to correct her, a fact that makes john smile even more. That bastard, he planned this.
The worst part? When the waitress came back to grab the check, price made sure to cup his palm behind your neck and pull you into a deep, not at all public appropriate kiss. You'll never forget the look of horror on the waitresses face.
....you'll also never forget how insanely turned on you were the whole time, making price pull over on the side of the road to satiate you.
aaaalriiiiiiight, i guess i'll have to be the one to ask about shane's magic pocket pussy *insert sparkle*.. ๐ /silly
Okay.. This has been sitting in my drafts since 2024- it has over 2.3k words and it's not even close to done.... I should really really REALLY... get on to it...
Anyway here's a snippet ehe
In the very beginning, Shane didnโt think this thing would actually work.
He thought that the soft, velvety little replica he had of your cunt was just that- A Replica. Formed into the shape of a pocket pussy and graced upon him with the help of the weirdo Wizard that lived through the other side of the forestโs brush of trees. (Weirdo. As if Shane himself didn't make the trek there, huffing and puffing all to satisfy this one little.. Craving he had tickling under his tongue.)
The older man had prattled on and on for what seemed like hours, spouting out meaningless words pulled from the thesaurus surely shoved up his ass. Like slam poetry night at the saloon, boring and an earful, ticking at the thin timer weighing on Shaneโs patience.
But, in the end, he gets what he asked for; That aforementioned replica of your pussy. Saying it outright forces up a gut bubbling pinch of guilt, wrapped up in bile.. Or was it a burp..? Fuck if he knows- Heโll go with that, let it ease up on his conscious.
The wizard had warned him with a decent list of queries, something, something, yada, yada - A one to one of the pretty thing between your legs, down to the very feeling apparently. Realistic in function.. Something.. connecting you.. Needed to be courteousโฆ The feeling.. Caring and maintenanceโฆblah, blah, blah-
Shane was not listening. Really, how could he? When the supple little thing in his hand looked so sweet- Already a little sticky and wet, looking exceptionally delicious, tasty enough for him to salivate, spit pooling under his tongue, fighting the urge to keep the muscle to himself while the old man continued on.ย
โAny questions?โย
None.
Shane thumps down the cracked cobble steps, nearly slipping in his haste, the rubber sole of his shoe giving a squeaky cry, echoing embarrassingly loud into the depths of the forest ahead. He coughs a swear under his breath before he starts to wander his way back through the wooded trail, on the rough, half cleared path leading back to the ranch. Leaves crunch under his feet as he walks, gravel and pebbles picking up with the lazy scuff of his shoe, a steady pace.
He stashes his new toy away, into the pocket of his jumper, hiding the thing away from the world, nestled nice and safe.
His hand stays put on the toy, fidgeting with the soft and supple material, already mesmerised at the fleshy squish of the faux folds, nice and tacky-slick on his thumb. As his steps crunch, his thumb caresses, loving little movements up and down, circling into the bud of its clit. He feels a little bit silly, letting his hand follow his reeling imagination, tracing slow rubs into the toy as if it were your real cunt, prepping the squishy thing- Heck, practising his form of foreplay, pressing in, rubbing tighter, feeling the pocket pussy react to his fingers, gracing the poor cotton of his jacket with a dribbly stick of warm slick.
If only, right?
If only he could circle the lovely bead of your clit for real. Sit you in his lap, your soft naked back to his hairy chest, his paw of a hand resting against your throat in a gentle wrap all while his free digits work their way between your legs; Rubbing tight little circles, threading his fingers through the lips of your cunt, sinking them in, using your own slick as lube for his thick digits. Heโd get you ready for him- Fuck, heโd have to, right?
Not to boast and brag โ Shane knew he had a thick and weighty surprise hiding in his shorts, cock chubby and lengthy, striped with veins pulsing hot blood up to the swollen tip. Always finding himself tucking the thing awkwardly into the waistband of his pants when he sees you coming, dirty thoughts running rampant. The man may not have many things to be proud of, but Yoba was his dick of one them. Call him fuckinโ vain, let the man have something at least...
His pace speeds up, both his feet and fingers, itching to return to the dark and dreary space of his room, huddled up under his sheets with his new toy, to fuck into the sweet little thing and let his imagination run off. His heart hammers in his throat, anticipatory jitters- Nervous - Brain going wild with all the cons, intrusive scenarios of what if? What if?
What if you just.. Magically know about what heโd gone out and done that day. And yet at the very same time his lungs stutter in their breathing, giddy excitement bubbling in his chest. Anticipatory boner more like- A warm shudder shaking down his body, the excitement outweighing the prick of doubt. Those thumb caresses morph into rolling presses, thick fingers moving to tease and rub over the pocket pussyโs hole, already dribbly and lifelike with that warm slick. His middle finger sinks in, engulfed by the ring of his personal pocket cunt, suckling him into the last knuckle on his hand, kissing slick into his skin.
Fuck- It was getting wetter, gushing with each squelch of his curling finger, muffled by the wrap of fabric lining the pocket heโd stowed the toy away in. One thought runs through his brain; Get. Home. Get his ass home A.S.A.Fucking.P to use and abuse this thing tilโ his heartโs content. God, if it felt this gushy on his middle finger he can only imagine the dribbly, milky squeeze as it struggles to properly wrap around him, itching to test out just how tight of a stretch his cock would gift the pudgy material.
Home was in sight, the red roofs of the ranch buildings coming into view, peeking brightly through the thick brush of cedar trees. Soon heโd be back in his room, nestled under his warm sheets, giving his new toy a test run with some kind of porn heโd saved for the occasion - Yoba, does the little thing suckle against his finger, fluttering with a lifelike sensation he couldnโt bring himself to find unsettling, only adding to the quality- in his opinion at least.
Closer, closer, nearly at the entrance now, just a few more steps until-
โGah-! S-Sorry..โ A voice chirps out.
Grumpy Shane? An attempt at internal monologue? smth smth? Erm guys, this pocket pussy is feeling a little TOO real ๐คโ๏ธ
Price who groans low and heavy when he grinds his cock deep into your weeping cunt. You gasp and nearly choke when you feel the tip of his dick rubbing against that soft little pink ring under your womb.
โThere we goโ thatโs the kind of welcome-home-kiss Daddy wants from now on, baby.โ
Your teeth are sunken into the pillow under your head, the wet slap of his balls against your puffy cunt lips audible under all of your whimpering.
โPoor thing. Canโt take it when Daddyโs knocking on your nursery door, lovie? Been saving up all these months Iโve been away, darlโ. Got a nice, warm load thatโll make yโfeel all betterโฆ. You just gotta let. Daddy. In.โ
your roommate kรถnig, whoโs somehow always at the door when you arrive. eyes crinkled and smile wide as he welcomes you home with a sloppy kiss.
big hands groping the swell of your ass as he pulls you against him, taking in your scent. before looking at you in sudden anger, โwhy do you smell like mens cologne?โ he grumbles annoyed.
and thatโs how you end up on the kitchen counter, desperately holding onto the marble tile as he pushes you down by the arch of your back.
tears running down your cheeks as he spanks you harshly, three thick fingers pumping into you at a brutal pace.
โw-we were trying out- s-scents at the mall.. promise kรถni- i sprayed it because it- it smells like youโ you sob out flustered.
whimpering as he halts, squirming desperately for friction before feeling him pull out his fingers entirely.
โdummes mรคdchen, you couldโve just told me earlier. i know my sweet hasi wouldnโt do thatโ he chuckles dryly.
tip rubbing against your slit as you whine out desperately. his hand wrapped tightly around your neck, leaving you gasping for air as he bottoms out to the hilt.
the pressure leaving your throat dry as you drool against the counter, hips bucking into you with a force that punches the air out of your lungs.
โf-feels so good kรถni, donโt stooppp-โ you whimper, feeling his pace hit even deeper. hand cupping your bottom face as he pulls you into a deep kiss.
rough hands pulling you back to meet his cock, the tip hitting your cervix as you sob out. the sound of skin slapping and moans echoing around the room as you ride out your orgasms.
โverdammt, komm fรผr mich hasiโ he groans out. feeling him bite into your shoulder as you yelp, cumming as his thick cock hits your sweet spot. your slick drenching his happy trail.
a white wring covering the base of his cock as he slams in to the hilt, filling you to the brim with his creamy cum. your stomach lightly bloating as he plugs you with his girth. wiping off your tears as he kisses your cheek.
โiโll run the bath ja?โ he chuckles, giving you a soft kiss as he carries you to his bed. โthen we cuddle for the night. i expect you to stay home tomorrow, i miss you kleine.โ you smile, cheeks flushed as you kissed him.
โand that sweet muschi of yoursโ he laughs as you smack his side.
i love him so muuuuccccchhhhhhhh
i always think about him that i canโt even remember a quarter of my thoughts in a day๐ฆ
if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain
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