JUMPS UP AMD DOWN YAYYYYYYYIEEEEXD okie may I request smth with male reader breeding an old man?
Okay so i scrapped my original idea, so it took even longer. That one’ll be out in a couple years, haha…….. Sorry anon. Here you go.
You hated being a human in a magical academy to be quite frank. And honestly, you didn’t even hide it. Everyone hated you as well, so there was no reason for you to be inconspicuous about the mutual dislike. It irked you how people send hostile glares towards your way- a human who had been born and bred in the external woods, someone who was so much like them. Well, humans didn’t care as much. They were forgetful creatures who only lived for so long, the past meaningless compared to ‘living in the moment’, as they’d say. But the others- demons, sprites, fae, dwarves held very different opinions. Even though it was your ancestors who committed grave sins eons ago, your species still suffered from it.
There was an inevitable bullying that targeted humans, causing many to drop out or staff to resign. It made your blood boil. They were all talented and deserved to be in this prestigious school as much as the next spirit.
But your real problem was this professor- an incubus, a man who had clearly deprived himself of what was his lifeline, if the slight wrinkles in his forehead and grey streaks in his hair were anything. Even still, he was quite handsome and desirable. He was probably a couple centuries old.
Why was he your biggest issue? This man made your life so much harder than it needed to be. Everyone openly hated you, but knew of your power and reputation, so they dare not do too much. But he took everything a few steps further. Everyone else who also detested you and your race quietly praised him, happy someone was ‘teaching you a lesson’. Too bad they didn’t know what would conspire at night.
As you were doing work on your desk in silence, a sharp knock broke it. You took your time dragging your chair out and slowly walking to the door. Another impatient, quieter knock.
You unlock the door and open it, and surely enough, he’s standing there. He rushes past you, quickly stepping inside and glaring at you as you leisurely close the door. “What’s wrong with you? Why’d you take so long? What if someone saw?”
You chuckled, a low sound that made his gut tighten. “What’s wrong? Worried that someone will see you, the infamously strict, upright, human-hating professor… rushing to this human’s room to get fucked?”
He blushes, his pretty, slightly grey skin flushing. “Do shut up.” He scowls. “I don’t want to be here.”
“Oh but unfortunately, you need to.” You laughed as you leaned against the door, your smile resting easy.
As always, you were patient. You liked it best when he came to you, when he was honest.
At this moment, he glared, before faltering as he noticed you were doing nothing. He reluctantly stepped closer, arms still crossed. Just as he was a step away from you, he leaned into your arms, and you took it as a sign to push your own desires onto him. You greedily grabbed at the flesh under his suit, rubbing his waist as you effortlessly lifted him.
It’s been so long since you started doing this that he immediately reacted by wrapping his legs around you.
His glasses pressed against your face as you leaned in to kiss him, and you took the liberty of taking them off and holding him with one arm as you walked towards your room.
You set the glasses on your table and him on the bed.
You finally separated, you out of breath and him barely panting. You kept the foreplay going, knowing he hated you doing this. His erection stood up politely, straining against his slacks. It made you smile smugly, knowing that this powerful figure who supposedly hated you, could only turn to you to take care of him and his problems.
It all started a few months ago. You had simply been walking through the school looking for a room because no one was willing to guide you, only to get lost and find yourself in a corner that clearly hadn’t been visited in a long while, noticing the dust and bad state of the paint.
You, curious, only proceeded to walk through, and froze when hearing sounds. Wariness arose, but concentrating showed you it was nothing to be cautious of. It was a pained whimpering, heavy breathing.
You hurried over, thinking someone was hurt, only to be hit with a heavy scent that could be described as sultry, and immediately put you in the mood. Your eyes widen as you watch the incubus professor sitting up against the wall, holding his abdomen and panting softly. His skin was flushed all over, a pretty red that was all over his exposed skin. His eyes teary and fluttering, mouth open. He was curled up when you approached him. He seemed to finally notice you in his dazed state, and even still, he frowned. Though it looked more like a pout, clearly he didn’t have the strength to hate you right now.
You ignored him and leaned over to grab his shoulders to help him up. He weakly protested. “No, don’t…”
“I need to take you to the hospital…”
“No!” He cried. You raised an eyebrow. “No, no one can see me like this, please.”
You had sat down next to him, holding him gently and coaxing him to calm down and talk to you. He calmed down a bit with your soothing voice, and eventually, he raised his head to turn to you, sniffling. “Help, help me.” A tear slid down his distressed face, and you gulped.
You didn’t need to be told twice, and you most definitely didn’t need to be told what he needed to be helped with. It wasn’t long before you pressed him against the wall, thrusting from the behind and pleasing him. He let out soft moans, sweet to the ears as his back arched seductively. It was entrancing to watch your dick go in and out of his widened entrance. However, you overestimated yourself and underestimated exactly how needy he could be. He still was unsatisfied after three rounds, almost two hours, and eventually took control himself, expertly riding you as he cried. “More, more, not enough.” He whimpered.
He seemed somewhat satisfied after you filled him up five times and he himself came over half a dozen times. He performed a magic circle, seeming much more energetic and created a portal which you stepped into and entered his room. You held his curled up figure the entire time and gently lay with him on the large couch.
“Incubus need… incubus need to have intercourse or we experience withdrawals. It’s really painful and our body begs for it. There’s medication we can take, but because it’s our inherent nature to have sex, if we don’t take the meds, our body enters this… heat period, if you will. Having sex can solve the problem for a week or so before it comes back. But it gets solved with an injection and some meds. I just happened to run out.”
You pat his back, wondering why he suddenly explained to you.
“So don’t expect this to happen again.” He coldly said, hands that were on your chest clenching. “And you will speak of this to no one, absolutely no one.”
You looked down at him, wondering what his expression was. “Okay.”
Of course, that ended up being false, because less than a week later he was knocking urgently at your door and asking you to help, teary voice, pleading eyes. He finally admitted that he needed this, needs you (he didn’t directly say it, never), and arranged this little relationship with you. Now, he returns to your bed every two to three days, his cute hole dripping for you..
And he always put up this stupid, haughty front like he didn’t get thoroughly fucked by you every few days. He still bullies you, true to his petty attitude.
But right now, he was just a pliant puddle in your arms that makes you so glad that you got lost that day and had been the one to stumble upon him.
He was quick to wrap himself around you, willingly entangling with you. You spent a long time on the foreplay and teased him endlessly. Right now, you held his thighs, pressing his legs up and against his chest as you grindied yourself against his soft, plump ass.
He hated it but did not dare to ask you to hurry up, to avoid looking eager. Not like he was, anyway. His head throbbed and he could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips as they rested on your neck. You took an eternity taking off his shirt, hands wandering and fondling. His legs were wrapped around your waist, grinding against you. He liked the muffled groan that came from you.
You yourself were hoping he would make some noise, the stubborn bastard. You found out long ago that he had quite the sensitive neck, so you were leaning into it, kissing and licking. Never biting or leaving marks, because he’d get angry at you. You pulled away, staring at his lust filled face. He was spaced off, looking at the ceiling, face flushed. He finally glanced your way when you leaned in for a kiss.
“No need for that.” A hand covered your mouth. “Just do what needs to be done.” It irritated you that he used you like some toy. Just had sex with you then ran away. Oh but he was so different when lost in the throes of passion. He was quiet but so sweet, sniffling and face red with pleasure. He would sometimes let out a meek, “please”, when you teased too much. It melted your heart and you would immediately give him what he wanted.
Him walking all over you was probably partly your fault too, because you always just gave in. You let him do as he pleased, and he mistook it for power and control over this messed up relationship. But tonight you were determined to show that you were equal, and if anything, he was the one who would lose out if you weren’t here.
So you spent much, much longer kissing and caressing and licking and gently nibbling. Your palms were all over him, mostly finding comfort with touching his pretty waist and muscular thighs.
Kissing his eyes was a favorite, he noticed, and he didn't stop you, as you were pulling off his pants in the process. He felt relieved, knowing you were finally going to get a move on. The itch in his abdomen was growing stronger, and he didn’t know what he’d do if you weren’t to satisfy him right now.
His whole head thrummed, and his body was warm all over, but the worst was how he could feel himself getting wet down there, just from your teasing and anticipation alone. He stiffened as he felt a finger gently prodding at the entrance. A chuckle in his ear made him shiver. “So soaked, professor… What's wrong? Feeling needy?”
He stayed silent. You inwardly sighed, but continued gently pressing into him, wiggling the finger around. You were a whole finger deep in when his breath hitched. It was easy to find the spot, and you continued pressing it, gently, harshly, rubbing back and forth.
“Ah…” His legs unwrapped from you and he pressed his feet against you, trying to push you away. “Aw, what’s the matter, prof? Something uncomfortable?” You teased, knowing pretty well why he was kicking you away.
He snapped his head towards you, glaring, only to be greeted with a kiss and firmer presses against the spot that made him squirm. He gasped as you pulled away, because he felt a second finger pressing at the entrance. He bit his lip hard, feeling the itch growing worse as you scissored and wiggled around. You leaned back, resting one hand on his inner thigh and put your face up to his rear. He fidgeted in shame under your gaze. You whistled, “Wow prof, look at this greedy little mouth.” A muffled whine left his mouth as you stretched the whole as far as you could with your fingers. “All this fluid…” He cried out as you blew into him.
“Wait, stop, stop..! Don’t do that, what’s… wrong with you..?!”
He shut up as you shoved three fingers in, and his hole greedily encased them, nice and tight, pulsating and spitting out obscene squelches.
You loomed over him, a hand gently caressing his shoulder. “What’s the matter, prof? You were made to take, is it so wrong to use you for your purpose?”
“Ah, wait, no..!” He let out a soft moan as you finger fucked him. His pride usually stopped him from touching himself, but times like this, when it was too good, he jerked off till he came.
His hole also got wetter as he orgasmed, fluid sticking to your fingers as you pulled out. He lay there, arms above his head, looking breathtakingly beautiful, breathing softly, eyes dazed. He glanced at you as you stuck your hands into your mouth, smirking as you slurped on them languidly.
He didn’t say anything, just breathing while he came down from the peak. His legs twitched and fidgeted around your waist. Watching him squirm made you smile helplessly. You just wanted one word from him, but his ego stopped both of you from getting what you wanted.
You yourself were painfully hard, but too determined to let him win this time. His breathing steadied, and he raised a foot, slipping it under your collar, his scorching sole touched your chest, and he pushed it toward your shoulder. “You’re still clothed.”
“Want to see me naked, prof?”
He scoffed, pulling away his foot. You grabbed his ankle and kissed his sole. He shivered as you licked at it. “Stop, it’s… ticklish.” An involuntary, stiff laugh left his lips, toes curling. You pulled both of his legs over his shoulder, hurriedly unbuckling your belt and your tip brushed against the entrance, allowing a little to slip in and pull out.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He glared at you through his long eyelashes, pouting. It almost made you give in. You gulped, and pressed in a little bit more of your dick. He sighed comfortably, thinking you gave in, only to open his eyes as you pulled out all the way.
“Sorry prof.” His insides pulsed and dripped out a lot of liquid as you gave him a lopsided smile. A heat burst in his lower stomach. “Don’t really know what you want.”
He frowned, mouth open. “You know very well, human.”
There it was, his favorite insult, if it can even be called one.
“Sorry, this human is so stupid and dense, he doesn’t understand what you mean.” You suddenly thrust in only to pull out. He moaned, blushing from shame.
Scoffing, he rolled his eyes. “What’s the point of this? You know you want this, need it, you’re only torturing yourself doing this.” He was used to these antics of yours. What they aimed to achieve, he didn’t know, but knew you’d give in soon enough, he knew very well you couldn’t resist.
But he really underestimated your determination this time around. Half an hour later, he was on the verge of tears. The itch, the need to be filled only grew worse with your bullying. His insides burned, and your touch amplified everything. Finally, he broke.
“Damn you, just put it in!”
It was more than enough, cause not only did he hate speaking to you during sex, he would never ask for it. Well in this case command from you, but you decide to push him anyway.
“C’mon, that’s not how you ask for something professor, even this brute of a human knows that.”
He sobbed, eyes closing and head falling sideways. “Please, just, put it in, put your dick in me, human-”
That little whimper was all you needed, and you guided your long gone soft cock into his pulsating hole. You both groaned in comfort, your eyes closing, pleased. You were hard again, and he panted, feeling you get hard inside him. You waited a bit to stop yourself from cumming too quickly.
You started slowly, still torturing him. His eyes widened. “C-condom? Where’s the condom?” You rubbed his face to calm him down, as his panicked eyes made you feel guilty.
“Read online that you guys like it raw, right? That semen…” A grunt has him squirming. “Is good for your slutty little ass, right?”
He whimpered. “That’s true, but it’s-” His face twisted in clear disgust, and you felt hurt. “Gross. Unsanitary. Especially, because, from...” You didn’t want him to finish those words, so you started heavily thrusting, guilt dissolving. Though he did seem more reluctant to insult you, since usually swear words would be flying from his mouth by now.
You grunted, “What, not like I’m gonna get you pregnant or something. And I always clean you up after. Just let me have this, yeah?” Your face twitched as his walls bit down around your length, and you laughed in surprise.
“How do you like,” You panted from above him, feeling his legs cross around your neck. “Being bred by a human, hmm?” It was nice, scorching and wet on the inside, so you slowed your movements down as best as possible, wanting to go for as long as possible.
“F-feels, feels okay.” He murmured, totally out of it. You shoved deeper, thrusting a little faster. “Um, could, could you go faster? Please?” He was really gone, you think, because never had you heard the word ‘please’ from him. It seemed saying it once was all he needed to let go completely.
You sped up, as per to his request, going at a moderate, easy pace, holding back. He whined and keened below you. It made you fuck him harder and faster, because it really did feel good. His scent was flooding the room, and his fluid was gushing out, dripping on the sheets and wetting where the two of you joined. It made you feel immense want, but you never once showed it, because you liked seeing him feel embarrassed. “Don’t you feel good?” He whines, wishing you also showed signs of pleasure. But you just ignored him.
“Hmmm, how’s it feel, knowing I’m gonna cum in you? Huh, prof, is it your first? Am I your first creampie?” You asked, and he clenched deliciously around you. He whined. “Yes, yes, you’re my first. Please, make sure to hit deeper, please, it’d be really really..! Good for me..!”
You grunted, slamming into him, watching in fascination as his face squinted and blushed with pleasure. It made you want to ruin him, so you did. You had him begging and crying by the end of it. His cock leaked pathetically, from his multiple orgasms, as you finally hit deep and came yourself. He wailed pitifully, head thrown back. “Yes, yes, please, fill me up!” He cried, a lewd scent filling up the room, walls pulsing around you. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, pretty lashes wet and clinging together.
It was relieving to finally release what you’ve been holding back, but his cute moans make your dick twitch. He lay there, clearly just had the most intense sex of his centuries-long life. Well, you hope so, at least.
You think he’s done for the night, so you start to pull out. The legs tightening around your waist made you stop. “Where do you think you’re going?” He was trying his best to look domineering, but it was hard to, because even though he peered at you through his lashes, his face was red and streaked with tears, sweat, his neck, chest, even shoulders, were blushing a pretty red. He had his own cum all over him.
“You… stupid human, you haven’t even bred me properly.” Your heart jumped to your throat as you stared at him in shock and hunger. He shivered from the glint in your eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re done? Don’t tell me you think that’s all it takes to satisfy me?”
He purposefully clenched on you, smirking as you groaned. “Come on, human, another round. I’ll let you this once, breed me all night, if you-” His own yelp cuts him off as you suddenly pull out and flip him over, raising his ass and shoving back in. He lets out a pornographic moan, arching his back further for you.
This was going to be a long, long, beautiful night.
HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG
Sorry anon a million times over+
sorry if it was bad and took so long cause lowkey im not into that huge age gap stuff, i’m unfamiliar with it so i ended up doing a fantasy setting sorry if it wasn’t what you hoped for, cause i barely focused on the fact that he's supposed to be an older guy............. oh fuck it, i'll redo it as an apology later
also didn’t know what you meant by breeding so i just… attempted dirty talk with it lmao, it's really bad.
Warning, do NOT send requests if you can’t wait like half a year
cause when its not of my own inspiration i get stuck im so fucking sorry. luckily i got a good idea for this after a whole EIGHT MONTHS HOLY SHIT.
ugh i feel so guilty sorry anon who’s been really kind… take a couple more drabbles as an apology they’re just for you
