Benedict Cumberbatch ⢠Tom Hiddleston ⢠Doctor Strange ⢠Loki Laufeyson ⢠Sherlock ⢠Petyr Baelish
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đđĽđ A Major Disturbance
Benedict Cumberbatch x Tom Hiddleston x reader (Female OC) ⢠work in progress ⢠13/? chapters ⢠42,3K words
After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
AU with Professor Cumberbatch and Professor Hiddleston, written in second person POV.
Doctor Strange (MCU)
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You're surgeon Stephen Strange's surgical assistant. He's actually quite pleased with you, until you majorly fuck up during an operation. He punishes you by giving you exactly what you want.
đĽ Bad Student
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Loki Laufeyson (MCU)
đŁđĽđ Loki: Master of Disguise
Part 1: Stolen Thunder ⢠Part 2: Green Light ⢠Part 3: Open Eyes
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Loki disguises himself as your boyfriend Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.
Sherlock (BBC)
đĽ Why Sherlock Holmes is The Ultimate Pleasure Dom
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Petyr Baelish (GoT)
đĽđ The Virgin Whore
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Petyr yearns for Sansa, but he knows he can't have her yet. To cope with his pining, he uses a redheaded substitute that can play the part of the virgin Lady he so desperately craves to deflower.
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Loki disguises himself as your boyfriend Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.
This is part 3 to the series "Loki: Master of Disguise" but can be read seperately. Click here for Part 1: Stolen Thunder
The wall is cold against your back, the thin material of your dress no match for the fridgid marble you're pressed against. It forms a stark contrast with the heat that radiates off Thor as his hands pensively move across your body. His fingers toy with the laces that bind the top of your dress, his other hand stroking up your thigh and raising the long skirt as he climbs higher and higher. You lean forward to press your lips to his, but he effortlessly dodges your attempt.
"Ah, ah, ah, darling." He tuts at you while he looks at you sternly, his hand sliding further up your leg. "What did I say?"
You close your eyes to think, think, but it's hard to focus when a literal God is giving you all of his devoted attention.
"No⌠No touchingâŚ" You mumble between pants. Thor's head has ducked down to nibble and suck on your neck, reaching that one point he knows makes you squirm.
"No touching, untilâŚ" His deep voice rumbles, urging you on.
"Until I've cummed." You breathlessly repeat his insane rule. "Twice."
Thor's lips curl into a content smirk, both his hands now riling up your skirts until your legs are completely bare. He tugs you forward a little, bunching the fabric at your waist and trapping it between your body and the wall behind you.
"There you go." He groans against your skin. "My good girl."
Sucking on your pulsepoint, grazing it with his teeth lightly and making you gasp, Thor moves his fingers over your covered entrance. There's no denying your eagerness for him to touch you as he feels the dampened fabric of your underwear. The flimsy garment is easily pushed aside, making way for Thor's strong fingers. One grazes your slit while he presses his thumb against your clit, circling it lazily.
It takes every fibre of your being not to throw your arms around your boyfriend's neck, desperate to feel his golden skin against your own. You moan as one finger enters you, quickly followed by a second, the intrusion making the tension in your core build up immediately.
"How shall I give you the first one, my darling Y/n?" Thor whispers against your skin in between nibbles and other soft bites. "With my fingers? Or would you rather have my tongue?"
He accentuates the last words with a sharp bite that's immediately soothed by his skilled tongue, making you quiver. Thor doesn't normally act so dominant with you, so in control, but you don't mind. It's a welcome variation to the vanilla sex you've been having.
You let out another groan when Thor curls his fingers right against that sweet spot deep within you. Not being able to hold onto anything combined with the pleasure the robust man is bestowing on you is making you fear your legs will give out before you've even reached your peak.
"Tell me, darling. Tell me how you want me to make you cum." Thor's voice sounds insistently.
Splaying your palms flat against the cold marble behind you, hoping you will magically find something to grasp onto, you decide on your answer.
"Don't stop what you're doing, please." You plead with him, your voice barely a whimper. "Just like that."
"Fingers it is." The deep voice mumbles.
Thor's digits dip into your wetness deeper, curling deliberately and scissoring ever so slightly. A third finger stretches you and you feel your knees getting weak. The slow movements of Thor's fingers turn into lazy thrusts, then speed up until he is pounding his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. His thumb never leaves your clit, the swollen bundle of nerves craving for his attention consistently. The familiar heat builds up in your core quickly, begging to be released.
Thor raises his head and levels it with yours. He ghosts his lips over your own, his hot breath tickling your mouth as you open it slightly, ready to receive his kiss. But the kiss doesn't come, only the smug smile on Thor's face as he pulls away from you again, leaving you groaning. He peppers soft pecks along your jaw, ending under your ear, still working his fingers inside of you with practiced ease.
His breath is hot on your ear as he whispers: "Cum for me, Y/n. Lose yourself right here on my fingers."
The deep voice is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through your body in heated waves. You feel your walls clench around his fingers, coating them in your juices. Your knees buckle and Thor quickly catches you, swooping you off your feet and walking you towards the middle of the room.
You're faintly aware of a soft mattress and silk sheets below you, still dazed from your orgasm, when Thor's tongue starts to eagerly lap at your cunt. When did you lose your underwear? You gasp as he plunges deep inside, still so sensitive from your orgasm you're not sure whether it's pain or pleasure he's giving you.
Your hands reach down to snake into Thor's hair, but he quickly catches your wrists before you can touch him. He presses them down your sides firmly while he keeps lavishing on your pussy, coating himself in your wetness. Thor's beard scratches the sensitive skin of your thighs deliciously and it doesn't take long for your second orgasm of the night to make itself known.
"Yes, right there, my love." You cry between staggered breaths. "I'm so close, so close."
Thor grunts against your skin and picks up his pace, dropping your wrists so he can wrap his arms around your hips and pull you impossibly closer to him. The way his hands tightly hold onto you makes the coil in your stomach snap, your second orgasm making you spasm in his strong arms as you scream his name. He drinks all you give him, prolonging your orgasm as well as he can, letting you ride out your high against his glistening face.
Spent, dazed, and content, you lay on the cozy bed, ready to drift into a peaceful sleep. That's not happening though, because you feel the bed dip as Thor climbs up to you. He hovers his body over yours, stroking your face and side with his left hand as he uses his right to support himself. Finally he leans down and your lips meet for a sinful kiss, one where you taste yourself on his tongue more than the mead he drank earlier that night.
Your hands now graze his hot skin and your nails softly scratch his back as you trail your fingers upwards. You tangle one hand in his hair, the other holding on to his muscular arm.
Thor breaks the kiss to slide your dress over your body, lifting it over your head, leaving you completely naked in front of him. He undoes himself of his robes as well, tossing them somewhere you can't see. His mouth finds your throat again, then your sternum, slowly working its way down to your pebbled nipples. One by one he sucks on them, making you shiver beneath him. The heavy hardness between his thighs presses against the inside of your leg, your body yearning for more.
The man groans and positions himself right in front of your entrance, sliding his tip inside your wanting heat. Inch by inch he takes you, your body more than willing to accept him. When he's buried inside you completely, he moves back, only to forcefully thrust his hips forward. You cry out his name again, his thrusts picking up in speed as he desperately pounds you into the mattress. Thor lowers his head and presses his forehead to yours, his proximity and musky scent driving you insane.
"Norns, how I've missed you, my sweet girl, my sweet Y/n." Thor breathes against your skin before kissing you passionately.
His thick cock stretches you out in the best possible way, the head meeting your deepest sweet spot with every other stroke. In one smooth motion Thor flips the two of you around, strong hands kneading your arse, pressing your hips tightly against his own as he fucks up into you from his new position. You drop yourself on his chest and feel him wrap his arms around you, slamming into your needy core at a frenzied pace. Your walls start to clench again, feeling him fill you up completely as he grunts in your ear.
"LOKI!" An angry, uncannily familiar voice thunders through the bedroom.
You snap your head back to look at the man that's storming towards your bed, only to be utterly confused by what you see. Thor is clambering up from underneath you, hastily getting out of the bed, but at the same time Thor is running towards you through the dimly lit room. What the actual- oh no.
The clothed version of Thor tries to knock down the naked one, but he misses and stumbles further into the room. Then, everything seems to happen at once. The bedroom door slams shut loudly. Green light washes over both Thors, and then over you.
Not even a second later you're restrained to the bed, both hands tied to either sides of the headboard. You try your hardest to get loose, but the emerald coloured ropes only seem to circle your wrists more tightly, like snakes suffocating their prey. You throw your head to the side and see the infamous God of Mischief, now in simple robes and holding two daggers in his hands, standing in front of his brother.
The sight of Thor makes your heart drop. He's tied to a chair, the same green rope that's encircling your wrists binding his feet and arms to the wooden seat. His head is held back with some sort of restraint, his eyes closed and jaw slack. What the hell did Loki do to him?
"Thor?" You weakly call, tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you stare at your disheveled beloved.
The sound of your voice seems to remind Loki of your presence. He turns to you, flashy daggers disappearing from sight, his green and black robes a stark contrast with his pale skin. The look on his face is absolutely deranged, and you slightly quiver as you understand what's about to happen.
"'He who is worthy', they call him. Though he is not worthy of your cries, darling." Loki spits. "Look at the Golden Son, he who carries the mighty blood of Odin. What has become of him?"
You avert your gaze from Thor, not wanting to see your beloved in his current state.
"Now, where were we?" Loki's asks with a heinous grin.
You try pulling on the restraints once more, but it's no use. Loki stalks towards the bed with a hungered gaze, his eyes sliding over your body without shame.
"Oh, that's right." His silky, mocking voice sounds. "You were about to cum around my cock."
Loki stops at the foot of the bed, grabbing one of your ankles and gently rubbing your skin with his thumb. His gaze moves from you to Thor, then back to you. A wicked grin splits his face.
"Seems like we'll have an audience."
"Fuck you, Loki!" You spit at him, the words portraying more fear than bravery.
"If that's what the Lady wantsâŚ"
You try to pull your leg away from Loki, but he's far too strong. His fingers dig into the flesh and muscles around your ankle, making you yelp as he pulls you towards the end of the bed. Your arms stretch out above your head painfully, the tight rope unrelenting.
"Don't be like that, pet." Loki mocks. "Let's show him how much you were enjoying yourself with me. Let him hear how you moan when you don't have to fake your pleasure."
Loki turns to Thor and flicks his wrist. Thor's eyes slowly open, the normally powerful God now looking dazed and confused. His hazy blue gaze finds your teary one, but he doesn't show any sign of recognition.
"ThorâŚ" You silently weep, tears falling from your eyes at the sight of the man you love reduced to a shell of himself. Though his eyes are on you, he doesn't seem to actually see you.
While you cry over Thor, Loki undoes himself of his robes again and climbs on the mattress. He runs his hands along your legs and you try to pull away, but it's no use. Loki is so much stronger than you. The bastard doesn't even have the decency to pretend your struggles are causing him any discomfort at all as he grins at you from his position between your legs.
Slowly he makes his way up, his fingers grazing the skin of your calfs, your knees, your thighs. The pale man lowers himself down and your bodies meet, his erection pressing against your abdomen. With one hand he guides himself back inside of you, taking his sweet time to sink in to you fully.
"You feel even better when you're wrapped around my own cock." He grunts, his eyes closed in pleasure and his unruly black hair falling around his ears. "If only you could see her now, brother. If only you could see how well my cock fills her soaking wet cunt, how she moans when I claim her as my own."
You turn your head away from Thor as Loki presses into you deeper, not able to bare looking at him in both your disheveled states. Loki catches on quickly, forcing your head back the other way and pressing down tightly. You feel cold metal against your temple and realise Loki's fist against your cheek is clenched around his dagger.
"Oh no, my sweet little pet. You're going to keep your eyes on him while I fuck you." He spits viciously.
Loki picks up speed, thrusting into you relentlessly, making you writhe and squirm underneath him. His dick grazes your walls a little too well, and it doesn't take long for you to start groaning as you try to withold your cries of pleasure. Loki's free hand moves downwards, finding your clit, and you almost explode when he starts to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves. He feels how you flutter around him, how your juices start to flow more, how you are trying not to let any sound escape you.
"Look at him, pet. Look at your beloved while I ruin you." Loki hisses in your ear. "Wasn't he supposed to take care of you? Wasn't the oh so mighty God of Thunder supposed to protect you? Yet here you are, falling apart around my cock while he remains completely unaware of your despair."
"I'm not⌠I'm not falling apart." You whimper, not fully convinced of your own statement.
"Oh brotherâŚ" Loki chuckles humourlessly. "How she tries to lie to me, me, not to embarrass the God of fucking Thunder himself. She really is a rare specimen, is she not?"
Loki's taunting words do not seem to reach Thor's ears, yet they make you feel like a used toy in a childish feud.
Loki removes his hand from your face to press the dagger against the skin of your throat. You turn your head back up, finally able to break Thor's empty stare. You're met with Loki's exasperated face as he pounds into you harshly, never relenting the pressure on your clit.
"I'll give you a choice, pet." He purrs a bit too sweetly. "You can either look at my simpleton brother while you cum around my cock, or at the God that is finally fucking you like you have been craving."
Your desperate eyes dart between Loki's green ones, and you feel your body start to betray you. His gaze pulls you in like a magnet, leaving you unable to break away from him as he brings you closer to your inevitable peak.
"That's what I thought." He whispers with a smug grin. "Cum, darling. For me."
You feel your body respond before you can register what Loki just said. Trembling from head to toe, you feel your orgasm crash through you, obscene grunts leaving you as you reach your incredibly intense high. The dagger vanishes from your throat while Loki leans down to kiss your neck, his thrusts picking up in speed again. You feel your arms drop from their bindings too, soreness spreading through your muscles.
"You're so beautiful when you give yourself to me." Loki breathes against your skin.
The mischievous God suddenly stops his motions, and you have to stop yourself from begging for more. He moves away from you, leaving your core empty and wanting, before flipping you on your stomach. Your arms don't get a lot of recovery time, the strong man pinning both your wrists to your back with one of his own hands.
Loki hoists you up so your arse is in the air and your face is planted into the soft pillows of Thor's bed. He enters you again, fucking you even deeper in this new position, twisting his free hand in your hair to pull you up.
"Oh, how my sweet little girl loves being used like a common whoreâŚ" Loki taunts. "Looking all innocent and proper on my brother's arm, only to silently long for a man, a God, to debauch you completely."
Loki drops your head and folds himself over your back, his cock hitting new depths within you, making you squirm in pleasure underneath him. He flips your hair to the side to expose your neck, licking his way up to your ear. His breath his hot on your ear when he speaks.
"Tell me, pet. Does he know? Does my oaf brother know of your desire to be treated like a whore?" He hisses. "Because I do. And I will be there to indulge you."
"Every."
Thrust.
"Single."
Thrust.
"Time."
Thrust.
Loki shoves you to the side of the bed, never stopping his deep thrusts, pulling you to him by your elbows. Your back arches and you look straight into Thor's baby blue eyes as Loki pounds into you from behind. It's cruel, humiliating, and still you feel your walls clench around Loki's cock as if you've never been fucked before. Tears fall from your eyes, whether from the sight of Thor or the intensity of Loki's thrusts, you don't know.
"Tell him, pet. Tell him I fuck you better than he ever could." Loki's silky voice sounds from behind.
"I can't." You whimper, the words hardly audible.
"I'll make it easier on you." Loki breathes in your ear. "You'll only have to scream my name as I make you cum around my cock again."
One of Loki's hands travels over your body to your throat, pressing you tightly against his chest as he keeps ramming into you. He sucks and bites on your ear and neck, making you tremble in his arms. His other hand kneads your boobs and scratches the skin on your tummy before moving downwards, effortlessly finding your clit once again.
Loki must feel how your walls flutter around him, pulling away his hand the moment your orgasm starts to climb to its peak.
"Say my name, and I'll let you cum." He whispers.
"N-never." You stammer, no longer able to form a coherent sentence.
"Suit yourself." Loki grunts as he resumes the attack on your clit, only to pull away again when you're almost there.
You whine when you feel your orgasm ebb away once more, the coil in your core still strung so tightly it almost hurts. His fingers are back on your clit, and your entire body starts to tremble from the frantic need to finally find your release for the fourth time that night. Loki's tongue licks away the desperate tears that fall from your eyes when he pulls away again, the building pressure becoming close to painful.
"You know what you have to do." He coos. "Say my name."
"NoâŚ"
"Say my name." He repeats, his fingers toying with your sensitive bundle of nerves again.
"âŚLokiâŚ" You whisper through tears and ragged breaths.
The word falls from your lips as a plea for mercy, your mind no longer caring about the implications.
"Louder, pet. He can't hear you." Loki mocks as he gestures to Thor with his chin.
"Fuck!" You moan loudly when Loki's teeth find your ear, biting down eagerly.
"Say it!"
"LOKI!" You scream as you stare right into Thor's eyes, before your own roll back in your head at the insane orgasm that takes over your body.
Loki thrusts hard himself and you feel him fill your cunt with hot ropes of cum as your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him for all he's worth. Your entire body convulses in his arms, still pressed against his chest as he claims you with his seed. Loki drops you down uncerimoniously and pulls himself from you, the combination of his cum and your juices spilling from you.
"There you go, darling. I knew you could do it." His breathy voice sounds.
Loki lays himself next to you, careassing your cheek and wiping away your tears. He pulls your shaking body to his chest, petting your hair and shushing the silent cries that still escape you.
"Hush now, my sweet Y/n." His deep voice sounds, muffled against the top of your head. "You did so well for me."
You regain some consciousness and press Loki away from your body.
"Get away from me, you monster." You murmur as he makes no attempt to leave or move closer to you.
"I am no monster, darling." Loki says as he looks into your eyes, cupping your cheek and grazing it with his thumb. For some reason, you let him. His voice is still breathless, just like your own. "And you are no angel. We are just two beings deprived of what we truly desire."
"What do you know about what I desire?" You ask sharply.
Loki gives you a wry smile as his eyes scan your disheveled face. "More than you will ever be able to admit."
The man pulls you closer to him again, searching your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. You're not sure why, but you let him kiss you, almost forgetting the one you love is still tied to a chair behind you, silently watching. Or, is he?
"Why did you do this to me?" You ask as you break the kiss, new tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
"He is not worthy of you, my sweet girl."
"And you are?" You ask with a humourless laugh.
"No, I am not." Loki admits. "But I cannot stand by and watch how my brother dearest extinguishes the very light in your eyes."
"So you do it for him?"
He leans closer to you, his breath hot on your ear as he says: "Every time you discover it's me in your bed and not my brother, the light in your eyes turns visibly brighter."
You shiver under his words and swallow dryly. "It does not."
Loki gives you a half smile and runs his hand over your hair.
"When will you learn you musn't lie to the God of Lies, my dear?"
You frown at him, unsure what to say.
"What did you mean just now, when you said 'every time'?"
"That's for another time, my love." He answers, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.
"Another time? What-"
Green light washes over the room.
You open your eyes to Thor's sleeping figure against your chest, both of you tucked away under your silken sheets. His body is turned away from yours, your arms draped over his back. You don't remember getting into bed with him, but something compels you to pull him closer, hug him tighter than you've ever done before.
There's a rap on the door and you untangle yourself from Thor's heavy body, wrapping a robe around your figure as you open the door. Loki smiles kindly at you, his look almost⌠genuine.
"Loki?" You ask in a confused voice. "What's wrong? Do you want to speak with Thor? Should I wake him?"
Loki stops you before you can turn around, holding your wrist in his hand. He runs his thumb over the skin gently. The touch is foreign, yet strangely familiar.
"No, darling. That's alright. I didn't mean to disturb you."
A yawn escapes you, your body and mind inexplicably fatigued. "Well, alright then. I'll get back to Thor if you don't need me."
"Yes, get back to him, pet." Loki nods with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, still not letting go of your wrist. "I will be sure to find you when I need you for myself again."
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A/N: Once again thank you for reading! Your likes and comments are highly appreciated as always. Please let me know whether you'd like a part 4. I do not want to milk this series and its premise, so be honest with me.
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Benedict Cumberbatch x reader (Female OC) ⢠Tom Hiddleston x reader ⢠shameless smut ⢠F/M ⢠no use of y/n ⢠AU professors
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fluff, porn with plot, check the tags
Summary: After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Chapter 12: Boundaries
Benedict swirled the scotch around his glass, watching the brown liquid without much interest, while Tom was walking around the parlour, mindlessly running a finger along the spines of rows and rows of leather-bound books before making his way back to Benedict.
It was Friday evening, the night after you wore your short black dress to your one-on-one meeting with Professor Cumberbatch, which was disturbed by Professor Hiddleston. Much to the amusement of the latter.
âSo, what was I really interrupting today?â Tom asked as he leisurely dropped himself into the armchair facing Benedictâs, folding one long leg across the other.
âI'm not sure what you're referring to?â Benedict feigned ignorance.
âBetween you and the pub girl. Whatâs her name again?â
âMiss Major.â
âRight. Awfully formal for a pub girl, don't you think?â Tom grinned, cocking an eyebrow.
âSheâs not a pub girl, sheâs my student. Our student, for that matter.â
âDonât remind me.â The professor groaned. âThose outfits of hers do not belong in my classroom.â
âI agree, they're much more suitable for a night out than a lecture.â
Tom chuckled. âOr for my bedroom floor.â
âMust you be so crude?â Benedict said sternly.
Hearing his friend talk about you stirred something within him, though he wasn't sure what it was. All he knew was he wanted to get out of this conversation as quickly as possible.
âHey, Iâm not the one who pinned her against a wall now, am I?â
Benedict ran a hand over his face and tightened jaw. There was a moment of silence between the two men, both sipping on their drinks. Benedict was the first to break the quiet tension, his voice soft but bemused. There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke.
âShe sort of asked me to do it again.â
Tomâs eyes widened as he put down his glass and leaned forward in his chair, excitement written all over his face.
 âShe did what?!â
âAnd I probably would have, if you hadnât barged in like that.â Benedict admitted. âI was this close.â He pinched his fingers together, no more than a hairwidth between his thumb and index finger.
âFucking hell, that little minx.â Tom answered with a smirk, falling back into his chair. âAre you going to fuck her?â
The question didn't surprise Benedict, but he was reluctant to answer nonetheless. He didn't like talking about you this way.
âHonestly, I donât know.â He sighed. âIâm not you, Iâve never slept with a student.â
âFirst off, uncalled for. Second, who said anything about sleeping?â Tom grinned contently, wiggling his eyebrows.
âYou know what I meant.â
âWell, youâre both consenting adults. I think you should go for it.â Tom said as he pushed himself up from the chair and shifted his attention back to the bookshelves.
Benedict stayed seated, again staring at the liquid as he swiveled his glass. He didn't take his eyes off it when he softly spoke.
âIâm her superior, academically speaking. Thereâs a power imbalance. Itâs not right.â
âThatâs what makes it so hot.â Tom chimed in from the other side of the room. âSheâs been flirting with me too, you know.â
This made Benedict look up from his glass and furrow his brow, looking at his friend quizzically.
âI may not have any of those fun little one-on-one meetings with herâŚâ Tom continued, still not turning to face Benedict. â...but have you noticed how red she gets every time I give her just the slightest bit of attention?â
Yes, in fact, he had noticed. And he didn't care for it at all. Benedict wasn't under the impression that you had eyes for him only. But there had been moments between you - touches, stares, witty remarks - where he had felt some sort of sparks with you, and he selfishly thought he was the only one you shared those with. Seeing you physically respond to his friend was enough to drive him up the wall heâd rather pin you against.
âDonât get any ideas in your head.â Benedictâs tone was low, warning. More so than he had intended. Tom didn't seem to notice, though.
âItâs a bit too late for that, Iâm afraid.â The other man chuckled, finally facing Benedict again. His eyes had a mischievous sparkle in them, and his index finger tapped his temple as he spoke again. âThere's an overload of ideas in here already."
 "Well, keep them to yourself.â
This time, Tom did notice the harsh tone in Benedict's voice. He knitted his brows and narrowed his eyes at Benedict, a sly smile painting his lips.
âIf I didn't know any better I'd think I was picking up a hint of jealousy there, Ben."
"Jealousy? Please, what do I have to be jealous about?â Benedict scoffed as he tried to wave away the subject, avoiding his friendâs gaze.
His mouth turned a bit dry and he felt annoyance coil in his body. Shit, was Tom right? Was he jealous?
"You don't like the thought of me going after her, do you?" Tom continued his torment.
âShe's your student, it would be wrong." Benedict said with a shrug he hoped came across indifferent.
âAnd that's all?"
âThat's all."
The men looked each other in the eye again, seemingly both trying to read the otherâs mind.
"You do know you can just tell me to back off and I'll back off, right?â Tom said with a genuine tone in his voice.
"Okay, well back off then." Benedict instantly replied.
âOkay, I will."
âGood.â
âGood.â
There was a moment of silence in which Tom took the liberty to refill both their glasses, taking his place across from Benedict once more when he handed him the drink.
âYou didnât tell me you liked her.â Tom said with a grin as he sipped on his scotch.
âFor Godâs sake, Iâm not twelve. I donât like her.â
The annoyance in Benedictâs voice made Tom grin even wider and he stifled a laugh by biting the insides of his cheeks. It wasnât often he saw his friend like this, and he was destined to milk it for all its worth.
âWell if she âlike likesâ you back -â Tom was briefly interrupted by Benedictâs irritated huff â- you could have some fun times together.â
âYou should learn when to shut up.â Benedict told his friend.
 âI donât believe for a minute you havenât thought about tying her every limb to that bloody four-poster of yours yet.â Tom taunted.
At this, Benedict flushed. He actually flushed. What was happening? Was he in fact twelve?
âMaybe youâll let me have a turn once or twice, yeah? Iâm sure together we could-â
âIâm done with this conversation.â Benedict said as he feigned a smile and stood up from his chair, starting to leave the parlour. âAnd Iâm not pursuing her. She has to do something incredibly ludicrous for me to change my mind.â
âIâm sure sheâll think of something.â Tom called after his friend, the wide grin almost splitting his face in half.
~*~
âBy all means, donât stop because of me.â Professor Hiddleston says, sarcasm laced into every word.
Every single muscle in your body has tensed, your mind completely blank. Even if you wanted to speak right now, youâre sure you wouldnât be able to get a single word from your lips. Never has your mouth felt as dry as it has in this instant.
Your eyes widen and you canât seem to pull them from Professor Hiddelstonâs face as you feel Benedict move out of you, warm liquid gushing out of your entrance the moment heâs fully removed himself. He slides your panties back into place to reduce the spill, then tugs on the hem of your skirt to cover you up. The sounds of rustling fabric and the metal clinking of a belt indicate Benedict has dressed himself again.
Professor Hiddleston finally tears his eyes away from yours to look at his friend bemusedly, whoâs grabbing onto your arms and waist to pull you back up the desk. You finally seem to regain a bit of consciousness and you let Benedict help you off the desk and sit in his chair.
âAnne, love, are you alright?â Benedict asks softly as he drops down to one knee next to you, gently stroking a thumb over your thigh.
You give him a nod and a weak attempt at a smile. The tenderness in his face relaxes you a little. He stands up straight again, facing a grinning Professor Hiddelston and shielding you somewhat with his body.
âWhy are you here, Tom?â
âYou told me to stop by, so I did. You really shouldnât leave your door unlocked when youâre doing extra curricular activities with students.â He turns to you and winks. âLearned that the hard way.â
âYou could have knocked.â
âAnd miss the look on your face right now? Absolutely not.â
Professor Hiddleston rolls his eyes and shifts his attention to you, slightly tilting his head so he can peak behind Benedictâs tall frame. The latter crosses his arms defiantly.
âDarling, if you ever need some extra credit work for your Literary Theory course, I hope you know where to find me.â The sparkle in his eye tells you he is only half kidding.
His stare lingers on you for a bit and you regain some of your usual confidence, finding your voice again.
âI thought you told me to put more work into my studies if I wanted better marks?â You attempt to joke.
Hiddleston grins at you, running you over in your disheveled state once again.
âSurely something can be arranged.â
âYou seem plenty resourceful, professor.â You answer, intentionally emphasising the last word as you brazenly stare at him. Hiddlestonâs mouth turns into a small âOâ as he pretends to be wounded by your choice of words.
At your remark, Benedict turns to face you, a somewhat offended but amused look painting his features.
âCould you maybe wait to flirt with him until my cum is no longer leaking from your cunt?â He asks casually.
Your face gets beet red instantly and you nervously bite your lips, quickly glancing away from both professors. Benedict seems pleased with your reaction, a smirk now tugging at his lips. He doesnât bother to shield you anymore when he turns to his colleague again, whoâs clearly doing his best to keep from laughing.
âScram, Tom. Iâll see you tonight?â
Professor Hiddleston nods, searching for your eyes one last time. You donât dare meet his gaze though, afraid of turning an even more prominent shade of red. Finally, he gives in.
âSure. See you tonight.â
~*~
You give Maddie a tight hug before allowing her to leave your flat, waving at Steve whoâs waiting for her downstairs. Dinner had been absolute torture, having to lie to her about your meeting with Benedict. After everything that happened with him and Professor Hiddleston you were dying to tell her all that had transpired. You had kept your mouth shut though, instead making up a story about how âProfessor Cumberbatch couldn't keep his eyes off your secret boyfriendâs uni shirt and was totally jealousâ. Maddie had squealed and laughed, picturing him practically drooling over you. She had also given up on trying to get the name of the lad you were supposedly dating, which you silently thanked her for.
The moment Maddie leaves your flat, your eye falls on your bag. You let out a small huff of air before reaching down and rummaging around to find the form Benedict gave you this afternoon. The large letters at the top read: BDSM Limits and Desires Checklist. BDSM. The simple four letter abbreviation everyone knows and nobody talks about. How the fuck did you end up here?
Luckily, the form starts with a brief explanation on how to fill it out. Thereâs a long list of âActivitiesâ with boxes next to them where you are supposed to indicate your experience and willingness to explore. Both should be marked on a scale from 0 to 5, or âNoâ if itâs a so-called hard limit. A question mark means you donât understand what an activity entails.
You fold the papers back up and walk towards the kitchen, pouring yourself your third glass of rosĂŠ for the evening. Armed with your drink and a pen, you settle in on the couch and get to work.
Anal. No experience, but willing to try. 3.
Blindfolding. You did it before and liked it enough to try it again. 4.
Collars (worn in private). Fuck, that might be hot. 4.
Double penetration. Not something youâd considered before the phone call with Professor Hiddleston, but quite intriguing. A hesitant 3.
Knife play. Absolutely not. No.
Serving as furniture. What the hell does that mean? Question mark.
Verbal humiliation. Being called a slut has proved to seriously turn you on. 5.
It takes you a while to get through the list, adjusting your answers here and there after giving them a second thought. You didnât expect to have any experience regarding BDSM whatsoever, but are surprised to recognise a good number of the listed activities. Happy to have finished, you decide to text Benedict.
A: completed my homework, professor
His reply isnât instantaneous, but the three dots indicating heâs typing appear within minutes.
B: Well done. Iâm eager to get into it. Weâll discuss it tomorrow.
A: should I send you a picture?
B: I canât look it over right now.
A: why not?
B: Faculty party.
A: oof, sounds boring
B: I can assure you it is.
A sly smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You take another swig of the rosĂŠ and quickly undress yourself before putting Benedictâs shirt back on and moving to your bed. It takes a little effort to find a good position, but eventually you're holding your phone out and snapping a picture of your body. The picture doesnât show your face, just the swell of your breasts under his shirt as you pull it down, your hand resting between your naked thighs. Nothing too scandalous, but definitely sexy. Grinning, you send the picture.
A: maybe this can help to make it a little more exciting
Though the blue checkmarks indicate heâs seen the picture pretty much as soon as you sent it, his reply takes a little longer.
B: Careful now, love.
Careful, my ass! You lay yourself flat on your stomach and stick your butt up in the air a little, the sheer thong visible when you arch your back. The next picture you send shows your covered back and bare bum.
A: hmm no, I don't think I'll be careful tonight
B: You are the definition of a brat.
A: am not
B: Are you sure you want to argue semantics with an English Literature professor?
A: bring it on, old man
It takes a while for Benedict to reply, and you start panicking. Was that too much? Did you offend him?
 B: Take off your clothes and get in your bed. Now.
Butterflies flutter around your tummy as you read the text. You love it when he gets all dominant. Eagerly you pull the shirt over your head, remove your panties and climb under the covers.
A: done
B: The next time you don't properly address me, you'll regret it.
A: yes sir
B: Suck your fingers to get them nice and wet. Send me a video, but make sure you only show your mouth and fingers. Professor Doverman is standing next to me, I don't want him to accidentally recognise you if he happens to glance over.
Oh shit, he's watching you while standing amongst the entire Humanities faculty? That's risky. The thought also sends a tingling feeling down to your core, and you follow his instructions. You take a video of yourself sucking down two of your fingers, going all the way to your knuckle.
B: Such a good girl for me. Play with your nipples and clit. Video for proof.
Again, you oblige. You film yourself as you pinch your stiffened nipples and rub your clit, the wetness of your pussy clearly visible. Never before have you sent a man such explicit footage of yourself, but you trust Benedict.
B: That's it, get yourself nice and wet. Do you have any toys close by? Anything that can get you to cum.
A: I have a vibrator sir
B: Use it. Get yourself to the edge. Imagine it's my cock filling you up.
Without a moment's hesitation you turn on the buzzing rabbit toy and rub it along your folds, eventually sinking the thicker section into your needy entrance and pressing the smaller part to your clit. The familiar coil instantly starts to build in your core as you think of Benedict deep inside of you.
B: Anne love, I'm with Tom and he's asked me why I've started breathing like I've ran a marathon. Do I have your permission to show him your images? I can't help but want to show you off.
Well that's a thought. Do you want Professor Hiddleston to see you like this? âNot like he hasn't seen everything already this afternoonâ, you think to yourself. Still, you don't feel completely comfortable with the idea.
A: you can show him the video of me sucking my fingers sir, but please don't show the others
There's a moment's silence on the other side. The idea of your two professors watching your video amidst all of their colleagues sets your cheeks ablaze.
B: I don't think I've ever seen a man more jealous than when I just told him you can deepthroat me while showing him the video. Thank you for that.
The grin that spreads on your face 100% obliterates the tiny specs of doubt that were still clouding your mind. You shiver as you think of the two men gawking over you and work the vibrator a little deeper inside your pussy.
A: happy to be of service sir
B: I bet you are. My good little slut. Are you getting close?
A: yes sir
Your breath turns heavy and more laboured as you feel the toy buzz against your clit and G-spot. Only hours ago Benedict had filled you with his cum right on his desk. Your imagination paints an image of him bending over you, panting and moaning as he comes close to giving you his seed for the second time in one day.
B: Put everything away. Now. No more touching yourself either.
Wha⌠What?! You are so close to your orgasm, so close to toppling over that delicious edge. And he wants you to stop?
A: why? I'm so close sir
B: Stop everything or there will be consequences.
It's not like he can see you, or like he would know if you didn't actually listen to him right now. Still, you reluctantly follow his orders, turning off the vibrator and resting your free hand next to your body.
A: I stopped sir
B: Good. Now you know how I feel talking to you like this while standing in a room full of people. Not too fun, is it?
A: so you being miserable has to result in me being miserable?
B: You're forgetting something love.
A: sir.
B: That's better. And yes, that's exactly how this is going to work. Now go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow.
You knit your eyebrows as you stare at your phone screen, frustration coursing through your wanting body. Fucking bastard.
A: did you know you're an absolute tosser
B: I know. Now sleep, don't make me repeat myself again.
A: yes daddy
B: Brat.
His reaction makes you smile. At least you got him riled up a little bit. With that thought on your mind, you hop out of bed to get ready for the night.
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A/N: Damn, you're still here on Chapter 12?! Thank you so much for reading!!
one shot ⢠Petyr Baelish x Ros(/Sansa) ⢠shameless smut ⢠F/M
Warnings: kinda dark fic, 18+, explicit sexual content, age difference
Word count: 4,1K
Summary:
Petyr Baelish yearns for Sansa, but he knows he can't have her yet. To cope with his pining, he uses a redheaded substitute that can play the part of the virgin Lady he so desperately craves to deflower.
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"Be coy with me. Be shy. Tonight, be inexperienced in the ways of the world." Petyr's breathy voice sounded. "Let me believe I am the one to corrupt you."
A/N: This is fucked up and I'm probably going to hell for writing it, but here we are.
Petyr's eyes scanned the dimly lit room. Whores draped leisurely over chairs and sofas, men indulging in sinful desires. The heavy smell of perfume lingered in the air, making him scrunch his nose. He'd never been one for brothels himself. They made good investments, but they weren't his thing per se.
Though, having an array of willing whores to one's disposal had its perks now and again. As it did now.
"Ros." Petyr's voice sounded as he neared a pile of women. The redhead glanced up at him, not bothering yet to untangle herself from her self-proclaimed sisters.
"My Lord." Ros replied, her voice sultry as ever.
Petyr's lips curved slightly at the sight of her blue eyes and red hair. "Come with me."
Ros nodded, lifting her half-naked body from the sofa, climbing over the other girls. Petyr didn't bother to wait for her to get to her feet, already walking towards his personal rooms.
Petyr waited for her by the door, gesturing for her to enter. He locked the door behind her as soon as she was inside, not caring for interruptions. Closing in on her from behind, he ran his hands along the soft skin of her arms. His breath was hot on her ear when he spoke.
"I need you in my bed tonight." Petyr stated softly, not a single recognizable emotion coming through his husky voice.
Ros' eyes widened. Petyr wasn't one to indulge on his own wares normally. With a surprised smile she turned around, staring up into his unreadable face.
"I would be honoured, my Lord." The woman said as she made to throw her arms around the brothel proprietor's neck.
Petyr caught her arms before they could entwine him, lowering them back next to her sides. He kept her wrists in his hands, encircling them with a bit more force than necessary.
"You are not to speak of this with anyone, do you understand?" He asserted, looking at her sharply. "I expect the same level of discretion you offer any man that crosses this threshold. Only this time, it includes your little colleagues."
Ros nodded, not daring to break his intense gaze. What kind of perversion was he seeking?
"What can I do for you, my Lord?" She asked, her voice somewhat raspy.
Petyr stared at her for a long moment before finally making up his mind. Yes, she would do.
"I need you to play the virgin for me." He said, eyes fixing her to the floor. Daring her to ask questions. If she had any sense of self-preservation, she would keep her mouth shut.
"You've never struck me as a man to have a taste for innocence." Ros mused with a half smile.
Petyr licked his lips and mirrored her expression, finally letting go of her wrists to gently tuck a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. "It's loss of innocence that compels me."
He didn't make himself any illusion of Ros not understanding exactly what, or who, he was after. She might be a whore, but he knew her to be more intelligent than many a noble woman.
"Be coy with me. Be shy. Tonight, be inexperienced in the ways of the world." Petyr's breathy voice sounded. "Let me believe I am the one to corrupt you."
Ros swallowed audibly as Petyr's eyes roamed her red curls, one finger gently twisting a lock of almost auburn hair.
"What am I to call you?" She asked, fairly sure about the answer already.
"Lord Baelish." He whispered, not fully meeting her gaze. "I will ask you to call me Petyr several times. You are to only give in to me when it feels right."
Ros casted down her eyes, relishing in the closeness of Petyr's body and the tenderness of his touch. Men in the brothel usually tended not to be so careful with her. She glanced up when Petyr distanced himself again, following his movements as he turned away from her and went to retrieve a bundle of clothes.
"Put this on." He instructed as he handed her the clothes, finally looking her in the eye again. She noticed his pupils were blown, lust and desire pooling in his emerald gaze.
Ros eyed the long-sleeved gown. It was made of a stiff, light pink material with golden embroidery, accompanied by a wide metal belt. Was this the one the girl actually wore, Ros wondered. Leave it to Petyr to get his hands on anything he'd desire, including a Lady's discarded dress.
She bowed her head obediently and waited for him to turn around. As she had expected, the gown was a bit small for her curvaceous frame. After all, she was no young girl. She was a woman. With a bit of effort Ros managed to get the dress on, tying the laces over her breasts as well as she could. The metal belt fit snug around her waist, but at last she was able to shut it tight. Her breath was now high in her chest, the clothes leaving no room for anything else. Lastly, she stepped into the undergarments Petyr - Lord Baelish - had provided her with and pulled them over her thighs.
Taking a second to get into character, she looked down on her clothed body, trying to remember the last time a man had asked her to put on clothes instead of take them off.
"I'm ready for you, Lord Baelish." Ros said, her voice softer than usual.
She kept her eyes cast down, fidgeting with her hands as she thought the Lady would do.
Petyr slowly advanced on her, hungry eyes taking in her figure in the modest dress. When he was close enough for her to smell his fresh scent, he ran a tentative finger along her cheek and jaw. Petyr ended at her chin, tilting it up slightly to force her to look at him.
"Are you nervous, sweetling?" He asked, his voice breathy but steady.
The redhead nodded, her eyes searching his. She trembled slightly at his touch, making sure not to lean into it too much.
"Yes, Lord Baelish." Her muted voice sounded.
"Call me Petyr, my sweet." He said, placing a tender kiss on the top of her head. "It's okay to be nervous. Just rest assured, I am going to make you feel so, so good."
Ros felt his hands run down the length of her arms again, his skin now seperated from hers by the pink material of the dress. She felt herself longing for the clothes to disappear so she could fully experience his touch.
"I'm grateful you are allowing me to be the first man to teach you about womanly pleasure." Petyr said, lifting one of her hands to his mouth and bestowing it with a soft kiss.
"What about manly pleasure, Lord Baelish?" Ros asked, feeling her insides start to flutter.
"Hmm, yes." Petyr hummed against the skin of her wrist, trailing small kisses upwards as far as her sleeve would allow him. His facial hair tickled her skin in just the right way. "That too."
"Tell me, has a man ever seen you naked before, sweetling?" He asked, his fingers and lips still exploring her scarcely exposed skin.
She swallowed audibly, blinking rapidly with the most innocent looking doe eyes a seasoned prostitute could manage.
"No, Lord Baelish." She finally whispered.
"Petyr, sweet girl." He replied. "And if it were up to me, I would be the first and the last man to ever see you in the nude."
Ros nodded, not daring to look away when his eyes met hers. Petyr's gaze darted down, eyeing her lips.
"Close your eyes." He commanded. "Let yourself feel instead of think."
With her eyes closed, she felt the soft press of his lips against hers. A kiss so tender she couldn't remember the last time she had felt anything like it. Then it became harder, deeper, hungrier as Petyr willed her to open her mouth with his tongue. Ros complied, letting Petyr set the tempo of their play. His hands carefully roamed her back, one toying with the ends of her hair, and she let herself explore his arms with her own hands.
Their kiss turned desperate, Ros letting out small moans that Petyr swallowed eagerly. He brought his hands up to hold her head, then ran one hand down her cheek towards her throat. His fingers grazed her pale skin, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched. Eventually his hand reached the top of her dress, fingers lazily tracing the hem of the fabric at her bosom.
Petyr was the one to break their kiss, his lips now latching on to her jaw and exposed neck. He moved her red hair out of the way to lick and nibble, working his way down to the swell of her breasts. His hands ran down her sides, resting on her waist, pulling her flush against him. Ros couldn't help but moan when she felt his hardness through the fabric of his tunic pressing against her abdomen. Her hands softly rubbed his back, making sure not to seem too impatient.
"May I?" Petyr whispered as he toyed with the laces on her dress, and Ros almost forgot she was supposed to play a shy maiden with the lustful look she was about to shoot him.
She collected herself quickly, forcing a stutter in her voice. "Y-yes, Lord Baelish. Please."
Ros added the last word without thinking, but it seemed to strike the right nerve. Petyr all but groaned against her skin as he tugged on the pink material impatiently. The laces became undone easily, leaving the dress to fall open slightly. Petyr moved his hand inside, cupping one tender breast, imagining his fingers to be the first to touch the delicate skin.
She suppressed a moan when two fingers carefully pinched her nipple, toying with the sensitive bud. Petyr licked his lips and moved the dress aside, exposing her breast to him. His head came down and he licked the soft flesh, eventually circling her nipple and taking it into his mouth. One hand now held her waist, pulling her against him, the other entering her dress on the other side to tease the tender bud he hadn't touched yet.
Carefully Ros ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, softly grazing his scalp with her nails as she pushed his head against her ever so slightly. His teeth grazed her hardened nipple, and she couldn't keep quiet any longer under his ministrations.
"Lord BaelishâŚ" The redhead moaned, craving for him to give her more.
"Don't you think we're past the formalities, my sweetling?" Petyr breathed against her skin as he moved his mouth to her other breast, licking and nibbling on her nipple while tugging at the wet rosy bud he left behind.
"I-I don't know." She all but groaned when he finally put more force into his touch, lust starting to take over.
Petyr detached himself from her breasts to straighten himself up again, looking at her body but never her eyes. His hands found their way to her shoulders, pushing the dress down her arms until her upper body was fully exposed to him.
The gown pooled at the metal belt. Petyr ran his hands over her arms, then over her shoulders and breasts, eventually sliding over her slim waist. Strong hands turned her around, fingers careassing her back before landing on the clasp of the belt.
His mouth was on her neck, breath hot on the shell of her ear as he nibbled on her earlobe, smart fingers undoing the fastening of the belt with ease. Ros sucked in a deep breath at the sudden loss of pressure on her midrif.
Petyr threw the belt to the ground uncerimoniously, resulting in a clincking sound of metal on marble. His hands found their way back to her sides, pushing the dress past the curve of her hips. The pink material fell to the ground easily, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
His hands glided along the outsides of her thighs, over her hips, settling on her waist. Petyr kissed her neck again, grazing his teeth over the milky skin, proud to see goosebumps form under his touch.
It was easier to imagine his girl when he didn't have to look into Ros' eyes. They were blue too, yes, but not the colour of sapphires as were those of his sweetling. Oh, how he longed to discover her thin body, uncovering skin no man but maybe her late father had ever seen before. If only he knew what I am going to do to his beloved daughter once I have her, Petyr thought to himself as he stroked Ros' skin, pretending it was that of his sweet little girl. How I will make her moan my name in pleasure. Make her beg for me unlike her mother ever did.
"You are a rare beauty, my sweet." He hoarsly whispered in the woman's ear, loving how she shivered beneath him. "Come. Let me make you comfortable."
His fingers intertwined with hers, pulling her with him as he walked them both towards his bed. Ros let him set her down on the edge of the soft mattress, staring up at him from her seated position. Petyr ran a hand through her red hair, and for a moment she thought she saw an actual glint of affection in his eyes.
"Have you ever seen a man without his clothing before?" He asked, his thumb careassing her cheekbone. "An aroused man without his clothing?"
The redhead shook her head, still glancing up at him from under her lashes.
"Many firsts for you today, my little girl." Petyr breathed.
He moved his hands to his throat, undoing himself from the mockingbird pin that fastened his collar. His eyes never left hers as he slowly undid himself of his long, black tunic, throwing it aside carelessly. Petyr followed her eyes as they took in his chest. Ros reached out a delicate finger, softly tracing the scar that spread from his navel to his collarbone. He closed his eyes at her touch, the feeling of her skin on his practicaly burning.
"How did you get this, Lord Baelish?" She softly asked, meeting his gaze as he looked down on her.
"Let us not dwell on the past, sweetling." Petyr said with a smile that didn't fully reach his eyes, grabbing onto her wrist. "Everything I have endured has led me to this moment. To you. I can say, it has all been worth it tenfold."
Ros blushed as he spoke the words. She knew they weren't meant for her. Nevertheless, they made a warm feeling spread through her body.
"Now, help me undo my breeches." Petyr said as he moved Ros' hand from his chest to the laces of his pants.
Like any inexperienced girl would, she fumbled with the laces before eventually getting them undone. With his hands on hers, Petyr and Ros shoved the garment down together, revealing Petyr's straining arousal.
He stepped out of his clothes, kicking them to the side where his tunic lay abandoned. Standing in front of her fully naked, Ros' eyes traveled from his scarred chest to his throbbing member. It was obvious the entire scene had turned him tremendously.
"Touch it, sweetling." Petyr's low voice sounded from above her. "Feel what you are doing to me. How much I crave you."
Petyr's hands were still holding hers, and he led one of them to his erection. The moment her fingers, encompassed by his own, wrapped around his shaft, he threw his head back and let out a guttural noise. He released her hands then, letting her explore on her own.
The redhead slowly moved her hand up and down the velvety skin, drawing moans of pleasure from her boss. Ros had expected Petyr to be quite well endowed, and she wasn't disappointed now she had him before him. Her thumb found the drop of precum escaping his tip, which she spread around hesitantly, trying to act like a virgin girl would.
"Is this alright, Lord Baelish?" She asked softly.
He groaned, composing himself enough to look into her eyes again.
"Please, call me Petyr". He breathed hoarsly. "But yes, my sweet. You are doing a wonderful job. Now do you want to make me feel even better?"
The woman nodded once more, fairly certain of what was to come. A real Lady would need quite some convincing to honour this request, she thought to herself. Though a real virgin wouldn't be able to distinguish one sinful act from another, and do as she's told.
"Open your mouth for me." Petyr commanded.
Ros swallowed once and licked her lips, then dropped her jaw. Petyr painted her lips with the tip of his cock, letting out ragged breaths as he did.
"Breathe through your nose and try to suck on it, sweetling." He instructed as he let the head of his dick touch her tongue for the first time.
He was certain that with his real girl, he would immediately cum at the sight of his cock sliding into her mouth. Claiming her innocence once and for all. Inch by inch he entered her, and even though Ros tried to gag and resist against his intrusion, this was where her experience betrayed her. Not that he minded. The feeling of her warm mouth enveloping his length was enough to make him shudder. He would get his sweetling there too, with time. She would learn to take him all, just like the redheaded substitute underneath him did now.
Petyr laced his fingers in her hair, holding onto her head with both hands. Slowly he started to move her head up and down, relishing in the feeling of her tongue, mouth, and throat.
"Keep your eyes on me." He demanded when she fluttered her eyes closed.
Instantly her blue eyes were trained on his own. So close to hers, yet not quite the same. Petyr kept moving her head along his member, feeling himself nearing his release as he increased his pace. Desire taking over, he pressed her head against his pubic bone, her nose buried in his wiry hair. Only when he felt her struggling against him and actually gag, he relented.
Her eyes were watery and her mouth was messy, yet she leaned into his touch when he stroked her bottom lip.
"You're doing so well for me, my sweet girl." Petyr praised. "Now, lay down on the bed for me. I will make you feel good, too."
He watched Ros as she shimmied herself up the bed, resting her head on a soft pillow that faintly smelled of him.
Petyr crawled over her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs as she shivered below him. His hands ran along her hips, tugging down her underwear and removing the garment from her body. He revealed a triangular patch of red hair, just as he expected his real sweet girl to hide. Petyr licked her thighs, smelling her scent, and then permitted himself to run his tongue through her wet folds.
She tasted sweet, salty, womanly. He imagined his sweetling to taste fresher, younger, but he would find out eventually. His tongue found her sensitive bundle of nerves and Ros' hand shot to his head, pressing him against herself wantonly. Petyr glared at her from his position, and she quickly removed her hand again, understanding she should act more surprised than aroused.
"W-what are you doing?" She stammered, hoping to make up for her mistake.
Petyr grinned, the hair of his beard and mustache scratching her skin deliciously. "I'm going to make you climax, little girl. Whenever you are ready, let yourself go. Give yourself to me."
Ros pushed her head back in the pillow as she let out her moans and cries, not needing to fake any of her sounds. When one of Petyr's fingers entered her, she felt her orgasm crash through her body, clamping his head between her legs as she came down hard.
He kept on his ministrations on her wanting pussy, letting her ride out her high right on his face. Once she released his head with her thighs, he crawled over her once more, his face now mere inches away from hers.
Ros pressed her lips to Petyr's, tasting their combined tastes on his tongue as he kissed her back. For a moment, she thought he might let the fantasy forego and be there with her, really her. But then, he spoke again.
"Do you want me to make you a woman, my sweet?" He asked, his voice husky. Petyr brushed one hand over her face, the other supporting him to hover over her trembling naked form.
"It will hurt." She replied, perfectly slipping into the role of the nervous virgin.
"It will, but only for a little while." Petyr said as he lowered himself onto her. "It will feel good soon after. I promise."
She nodded at him, giving him permission to finally enter her. She felt the tip of his cock press against her opening, gasping when it finally breached her entrance.
Ros contorted her face as if he was hurting her, making him groan and push in further.
"Stop, please." She whimpered as she shallowly tried to push him away. "Please, Lord Baelish. It hurts."
"Just a little longer, sweet girl." He breathed through clenched teeth, relishing in her tightness as he sank into her deeper.
"You promised me it would feel good." She cried, actual tears welling at the corner of her eyes. He would later contemplate on how this whore had missed her calling as an actress, but that wasn't on his mind right now.
In one fluid motion Petyr pulled back, only to thrust in his full length directly after.
Ros' eyes flew open in surprise, crying of pain as Petyr pushed through her feigned hymen. The man groaned on top of her, shaking slightly as he fully seated himself in her heat.
"There you go." He breathed in her ear, starting to slowly move his hips. "You are a woman now, Sansa. My woman."
Her name left his lips without him even boterhing to try and hide his motives anymore. Ros knew. He knew. It was time to give in to temptation and take what he craved.
"PetyrâŚ" The redhead moaned below him, setting his mind and body aflame.
She had chosen the perfect moment to finally utter his name. He could no longer resist against the restraints of his own doing, grabbing onto her hips and thrusting into her hard and fast. He made sure she felt every stroke of his cock, grazing that sweet spot deep within as she moaned and writhed in pleasure underneath him.
Petyr looked into her hazy eyes once more, deciding there was only one way he could ultimately live out his fantasy. He pulled out of her wetness to roughly flip her on her stomach, ignoring her sounds of protest as he slammed back into her wanting body.
Her red hair cascaded down her milky white back, and for a moment, he could imagine it was really her around his cock, his girl, his sweetling, his Sansa. He would make her his wife, his queen, his personal whore. He would use her body whenever he would please, and she would give it to him willingly, lovingly even, always aiming to please her husband and protector.
"Beg me." He managed to spit through ragged breaths, twirling one hand into her almost auburn hair and pushing her head into the pillow. "Beg me to make you mine."
"Please, Petyr." Ros' muffled plea sounded from beneath him almost instantly. "Make me yours. Make me yours."
With a guttural sound he came, spilling hot ropes of cum into her cunt, feeling her clench around his length as she reached her own orgasm again as well. Or maybe she trembled just from the intensity of it all. He didn't really care which one it was.
Panting, he collapsed on top of her, trailing his fingers through her red locks once more as she moved to lay on her back, eyes closed and obviously enjoying his touch.
Petyr smiled to himself, watching the rise and fall of Ros' chest as she lay curled up in his bed. She had played her part well, he had to admit. But she couldn't live up to the real experience. No one could.
All in due time, he reminded himself. He had expected their little play to lower his longing for his girl, but the opposite had happened.
He would have her soon. Sansa would be in his bed within the fortnight, even if she didn't know it yet. And then, he would finally, finally take her.
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dark series ⢠Loki x reader ⢠shameless smut ⢠F/M ⢠use of y/n
Warnings: !dub-con/non-con!, 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, knife play
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Summary:
Loki disguises himself as your boyfriend Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.
This is part 1 to the series "Loki: Master of Disguise".
"Thor, are you mad?" You giggle as you swat at his arm.
Your boyfriend gives you a wicked grin as he swings open the door to Loki's chambers, pulling you inside before quickly closing and locking the door.
"Maybe. But it does not matter. My brother will never find out."
"Have you met him? Of course he'll find out!" You call.
Thor's mouth has latched on to your throat, making quiet whimpers escape you. He shoves you back, pinning you to the door. His strong hands hold onto your hips tightly. You are surprised at how rough your boyfriend is handling you. Normally, Thor would take his time with you. He'd gently caress your skin, softly kneading the tender flesh he encounters as his hands feel their way over your body. But tonight, no. He is acting like a starved man. Nipping at your skin, tugging at your hair, roughly grabbing a hold of your breasts through the fabric of your dress.
"ThorâŚ" You moan his name when his mouth finds the pulse point on your neck, sucking hard. It will surely leave a mark.
"Yes, my darling Y/n. Moan for me." The strong man grunts.
Both his hands are now hoisting up your long dress, feeling their way along your thighs as they go. He squeezes them with his callused hands, eliciting more pleasurable sounds from you. One hand firmly cups your warmth over your underwear and he rubs the ball of his hand against your clit. You instinctively buck your hips to increase the friction, which makes a smirk appear on Thor's sunkissed face.
"So needy for me, darling. So needy to be touched by your God." His voice is hoarse as he whispers the words in your ear.
Thor doesn't often refer to himself as 'your God', but it sends shivers down your spine all the way to your core when he utters the words, his deep voice rumbling through you.
"Yes, my King, I need you so bad. Please take me." You whimper, playing along.
A deep groan escapes Thor's mouth at your words. Two strong fingers are now rubbing between your drenched folds, spreading your wetness around. It doesn't take long for him to sink one finger inside your velvety entrance, a second following quickly after. Thor moves them in and out of you at a tormentingly slow pace, making you quiver in his arms. Your hands grasp onto his strong biceps as he works you. A familiar coil is starting to form in your lower belly, making you desperate for more.
"There you go, my good girl." Thor grunts. "Clenching that divine pussy of yours so tightly around my fingers."
His free hand kneads your breasts, tugging and rolling at your nipples one by one. He dips his head down to suck one of the rosy buds into his mouth, switching to the other when he's satisfied with your whimpers.
With a wet sound he removes his fingers from you, licking them clean right in front of you. The obscene picture sends goosebumps across your skin.
"Your taste is incredible, darling." He groans as he winks at you.
With one fast move he works your underwear down, exposing your wetness to him.
"A God normally doesn't kneel," Thor starts as he lowers himself before you. "But for you, I gladly make an exception."
Thor hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, smirking at you from his kneeling position. Both his hands hold onto your hips tightly to keep you in place for him. He buries his head under your dress and in your wet core, avidly lapping at the juices that are escaping you. His flat tongue drags long licks across your slit before he nibbles on your clit. Thor's fingers return to your entrance and he moves one inside again. You're close to losing your balance as you feel him work your sensitive parts, letting loud moans escape your mouth as your orgasm builds.
"Please, Thor. I'm going to cum. Please continue. Please make me cum." You plead through ragged breaths.
"Do it, my sweetling. Let yourself lose control. Give yourself to me."
Thor eagerly picks up his pace, pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers, his only mission making you come undone before him. Your legs start to shake when he catches your clit between his lips again and starts sucking while a third finger enters your wetness, stretching you out for him.
Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure searing through your body. If he hadn't been holding onto you so tightly, surely you would have fallen to your knees. He drinks up everything you give him, leisurely moving his fingers up and down inside your pussy, making sure to drag out your orgasm as long as possible.
The brawny man stands up again, still holding his hands on your hips, then presses a long kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, a salty sweet mixture of your own release combined with the red wine he drank before. You reach up and throw your hands around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. You let him lead the pair of you to Loki's bed.
Thor throws you down on the green satin sheets and is immediately on you. He pulls at your dress, working it off you and throwing it to the floor. You tug on his shirt and pants, not stopping until the strong man you love so dearly is standing in front of you in all his naked glory. He runs his fingers over your soft skin, caressing every part of you he can reach.
"Get on all fours, darling. Let me take you with your beautiful arse up in the air." It's more a command than a question, and you eagerly oblige.
Laying your chest down to the soft mattress below, wiggling your exposed buttocks to the God, you feel the bed dip as Thor places himself behind you. He rubs the tip of his thick member between your folds, making it wet with your slick, before sinking into you inch by inch. The stretch is incredible and you let out a loud moan when Thor bottoms out. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size deep inside your needy core, drawing more moans from your lips when he starts to move. One strong hand twists in your hair and pulls back your head, the other gripping onto your hip so tightly it will surely leave bruises.
"You like feeling that thick cock inside of you, don't you darling? Such a needy little plaything for me." He whispers in your ear as he slams himself into you again and again, earning more cries from you.
A loud knock on the door silences you both, and Thor slows down his pace. He doesn't answer the door though, instead he keeps thrusting into you over and over, though way more quietly than before. There's a second knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.
"Brother? Are you in there? I'm looking for Y/n. Can't find her anywhere. I was hoping you could help."
Your eyes widen in surprise at hearing Thor's voice on the other side of the door. A hand clamps over your mouth at the same moment you figure out what's going on. The dagger now pressing to your throat tells you you've guessed correctly.
"Not a sound, pet." Loki's breath is hot on your ear as he softly hisses the words.
There's panick in your eyes as Loki presses your back against his chest, holding you tightly in place. A hint of green light in your peripheral vision tells you he's dropped the illusion and is now back to his true form. His cock is still buried deep inside of you, though it now seems to hit deeper and stretch you a little less. Loki keeps slowly thrusting in and out of you, the dagger lightly puncturing the skin on your throat.
"No brother, I haven't seen Y/n." Loki's silky voice calls. "I will come help you search for her in a bit. I'm a little occupied at the moment."
Loki slowly trails the dagger along your throat, sternum, and belly as he keeps fucking into you and talks to his brother. Eventually his hand comes to rest on your hip, the cool metal of the dagger pressing into the skin of your thigh.
"She was just with me in the Grand Hall. I don't know how I could have lost her." Thor continues.
"Y/n is a smart little thing, she'll find her way back to you. If not, I'll help you look for her in a little while."
Thor sighs loudly, but seems to be accepting his brother's words.
"Thank you, Loki."
"My pleasure, brother." Loki muses, accentuating the words with deep thrusts into your needy core, hitting that sweet spot deep within.
The hand on your mouth weakens somewhat when Thor walks away from the door. The dagger on your thigh vanishes, much to your relief. Loki's now free hand travels up your body, firmly groping your breasts when he reaches them. Pressed against him, you feel his smooth skin rub against yours with every move of his hips.
"Now pet, I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth and you're going to stay quiet for me. If not, I have some other ideas on how to shut you up."
True to his word, Loki releases you from his iron grip. His freed hand finds your throat, using it to pull you flush against him. A tear is starting to run down your cheek, and your breath hitches in your throat when Loki runs his tongue along your face to lap it up. His thrusts are speeding up again, making involuntary moans escape your mouth. You don't want to be enjoying any of this, but he is a damn good fuck.
Loki pushes you forward, pressing your chest into the mattress as he fucks you deep and hard. His hand twists in your hair once more as he uses it to ram himself inside of you as fast as humanly - godly - possible. The other hand kneads into your thigh and arse, harsh spanks landing on the latter between deep thrusts.
At once, Loki pushes you away from him, pulling himself out of your wetness and stroking his own cock.
"Turn around darling, I want you to look at me while I make you cum again." The deep voice orders.
Reluctantly you follow his command, laying yourself down on your back in front of him. Your pussy feels empty without him inside, and some part of you misses his cock filling you up.
"Loki, please." You plead. "You don't have to do this⌠If you let me walk away now I promise I won't tell Thor about any of this. We can pretend it never happened."
Loki grunts as he slides his cock into your slick entrance again, not stopping until he's buried inside of you to the hilt. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with lust. His mouth finds your throat again, eagerly licking and sucking while he sets a relentless pace, pounding you into the satin sheets. Skilled fingers are playing with your nipples, tugging at them with the exact right amount of force for it to drive you crazy.
"You look so pretty when you beg." Loki mocks. "It really becomes you. Let me hear more of it."
Not sure whether he's giving your pleas any notice or it's just spurring him on more, you start to beg.
"Please stop, Loki. Let me go. Please just⌠justâŚ"
At first, your words sound desperate, a real attempt at getting away from him. But when his hand finds your clit and your orgasm starts to build again, the pleas start to become of a different nature.
"Please, Loki⌠please." You beg, not sure anymore what kind of mercy it is you're hoping for.
A mischievous smirk is plastered across Loki's face as he notices the change in your dire words. His breath tickles your ear when he hisses into it.
"That's it pet, beg me for it. You know you want to. You're so close to cumming, I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock. My needy little toy."
Loki grabs onto your legs and hoists both of them onto his shoulders, driving into you even deeper than before. His thrusts are long, deep, hard, and always hitting that magical spot buried in your core. Strong fingers press into your hips as he slams into your wanton body. You can't stall it much longer, your body betraying you as it starts to reach its climax once again.
"Say my name for me. I want to hear it drip from your beautiful lips as you cum."
"I, I don'tâŚ"
"Say my name, pet." His voice is rough and low.
"I don't want to." You spit at him, regaining a bit of your usual resilience.
"I'm sorry, did I leave you under the impression that I care?" Loki calls angrily, tightly gripping your throat in one of his strong hands.
He's practically folding you in half when he bends down further, spitting in your face as he obstructs the blood flow in your neck. The sensation is wild, and you feel disgusted with yourself when your body starts to tremble and convulse as your second orgasm of the night crashes through you. Loki's heinous grin tells you he's feeling victorious for making you come undone again, his thrusts only slowing down ever so slightly to let you ride out your high right on his cock.
"Norns, Y/n, you take me so well." He gruntingly praises as he feels your walls tighten around his dick over and over. "Doing so well for your God. Tell me, does my brother fuck you like this? Does he make you cum so hard your eyes roll back in your head?"
You don't answer him. Not just because you outright refuse to indulge in his sick contest with Thor, but also because you physically can't seem to utter any words at the moment. The feeling of his cock fucking you harder than you've ever been fucked before has sent you into a jelly-like state, no coherent sentence or thought forming inside your foggy brain.
"Answer me, pet." Loki growls. His hand now pinches your face, forcing you to look at him. "Can my dear brother make you feel the way I do?"
With heavy eyelids you slowly shake your head, earning you a wicked grin on the dark-haired man's face as he keeps impaling you on his cock. His thrusts become speedier, then erratic, and within moments he's painting your walls with his cum. Loki groans and growls as he cums deep inside of you, filling you up. He drops your legs and slumps over you, his body heavily pressing down on yours.
It takes a while for Loki to remove himself from you, but when he does, he lays down on his side next to you and pulls you to him for a deep kiss. Without realising it you comply, sharing a passionate moment with your boyfriend's brother.
When the fog in your mind clears up, you start coming to your senses again. You start to move off the bed with worry in your eyes, rummaging around the soft sheets to find your clothes.
"Loki, whatever this was⌠it can never happen again." You tell him with a stern look on your face. "Do you understand?"
Loki smiles at you, a genuine smile, and you feel your cheeks start to flush.
"Of course, darling. Never again. Go back to your orgasmless life with my oaf brother. I don't care." Loki states casually. "But I might disguise myself as him again sometime soon. I'd love to feel your lips wrapped around my cock."
"If you ever try to pull something like that again, I swear to all the GodsâŚ" You angrily call as you point a finger in his direction.
"Oh my sweet, naive little pet, do you really think that was the first time?"
A shimmer of green light rushes over you, a cold tingling sensation spreading through your every limb. Your hair is neatly in place, as are you dress and undergarments. Any bruises Loki left on you have faded away as if they were never there.
As you look up, you're surprised to see the infamous God of Mischief standing before you, flashing you a sickingly sweet smile.
"Loki?" You ask, somewhat confused. "What am I doing in your chambers? I was just in the Grand Hall, dancing with Thor."
"You just walked in here, darling. I have no clue as to why." Loki offers you his hand and you gladly accept the kind gesture.
"Let me help you find my dear brother, Y/n. He must be worried sick."
"Thank you, Loki." You smile. "I don't remember how I got here."
"That's okay. Maybe you had a bit too much of the wine?"
"Yeah, probably⌠I'm happy I can trust you to get me back to Thor." You say as you smile up at him.
"Any time, my sweet pet. Any time."
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dark series ⢠Loki x reader ⢠shameless smut ⢠F/M ⢠use of y/n
Warnings: !dub-con/non-con!, 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, knife play
Summary: Loki disguises himself as your boyfriend Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.
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"Look at him, pet. Look at your beloved while I ruin you." Loki hisses in your ear. "Wasn't he supposed to take care of you? Wasn't the oh so mighty God of Thunder supposed to protect you? Yet here you are, falling apart around my cock while he remains completely unaware of your despair."
Edit Aug 13th: Part 3 is out now! Read Open Eyes here.
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Benedict Cumberbatch x reader (Female OC) ⢠Tom Hiddleston x reader ⢠shameless smut ⢠F/M ⢠no use of y/n ⢠AU professors
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fluff, porn with plot, check the tags
Summary: After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Chapter 11: T-shirt
Thursday morning you're the only one of your friend group that made it to the 9:30h lecture on Practical Criticism by Professor Doverman. You left the party after just a couple of hours, telling your friends you weren't feeling all that well. Luckily they'd had enough to drink by that time to let you go without too many questions. There had been a tiny incident with Chris where he drunkenly pulled you to him for a kiss to convince you to stay, but other than that nothing noteworthy had happened.Â
Not ready to let go of the time you spent with Benedict, you decided to wear his shirt to uni. You paired it with a nice skirt and a pair of black boots. All in all a cute ensemble, but nothing like the provocative outfits you had been wearing to class lately. Well, not this class in particular. Professor Doverman isn't really on your âTo do-listâ so to say.
The lecture is tedious and seems to take forever. You're convinced Professor Dovermanâs voice actually slows down time. He always ends the lecture with five minutes to spare so you can copy all important information off the board, ending his lecture the same way he always does.
âMake sure to write everything down, kids. Remember: Verba volant, scripta manent: what is written remains; what is spoken flies away.âÂ
You're pretty sure the professor relishes in the collective groan that rumbles through the lecture hall every time he utters the words. After finishing up your notes to share with the rest of the group, you head to the campus cafe to grab lunch between lectures. Depending on the severity of the hangover, your friends might join you there and for the next lecture.
It takes a while for the barista to bring you your cappuccino and cinnamon bun, but you don't mind. The cozy atmosphere of the cafe always puts you in a good mood. Sipping on your coffee and scrolling away on your phone, you're happy to see Maddie come in about half an hour later. She puts her bag on the empty seat next to you and dramatically drops herself in the other chair, throwing her arms and face down on the small table.
âYou must be fucking smitten with the guy if youâre wearing his bloody shirt to uni.â She exclaims as she props her head up a little to look you over.
âIâm not smitten, I didnât even notice I put it on.â You lie, averting her eyes.
âSure, tell yourself that.â Your friend grins.
âShut up.â
âAnyways, I'm in desperate need of coffee!" Maddie says and pouts. "Would you get it for me? I just cycled all the way over here, my legs don't work anymore.â
 You look at your friend's despairing face and respond with a pitiful smile. The two of you have been in this situation countless times, the roles just as often reversed. You give her an assuring squeeze of the arm and make your way to the back of the small queue, happy to leave the conversation as is.
Two familiar men are just handed their to-go orders at the counter and you silently curse them in your head for showing up here right now. As they turn to exit, they both notice you instantly and walk up to you.
"Miss Major, what a pleasure to see you here." Benedict says with a kind smile.
âYou too, professor." You reply with a nod and a face that's flushing quickly. "And you, Professor Hiddleston.â
You're trying your hardest not to meet Professor Hiddleston's amused gaze, feeling embarrassed about a certain phone call that transpired between you three just the day before yesterday.
âNice shirt, Miss Major." Professor Hiddleston says, grinning at you. Then he turns to Benedict, his voice brought back to a whisper only the three of you can hear. "Couldn't you have just put a stamp on her head that says âCLAIMEDâ?â
âThat's frowned upon." Benedict answers casually as he sips his coffee, winking at you.
âAh yes, now you care about what's frowned upon and what's not.â Hiddleston replies. "I can name a few other things that are definitely frowned upon.â
âSo can I, but Iâd hate to see you jealous.â
Hiddleston scoffs at his friendâs remark. Before he can speak again, Benedict interjects.
âLetâs not get into this here. Miss Major is meeting me in my office this afternoon.â He says as he looks at you.
âI am?â
âYou are.â Benedict says, then turns to his friend. âFeel free to stop by, canât guarantee weâll have a lot of time to talk, though. She and I have urgent business to attend to.â
"We do?â
"Certainly. Now then, would you let me buy you a coffee?"
During the conversation the queue has moved forward and you're almost at the front.
"You don't need to buy me stuff.â You tell him with a frown on your face.
"She let me buy her and all her friends coffee the other day. Just saying." Professor Hiddleston smirks and holds up his hands defensively when Benedict shoots him a glare.
 âYou flustered me." You say, trying to justify your actions.
"I love that I have such an effect on you, darling.â Hiddleston flashes you another teethy grin.
The barista interrupts the three of you with a polite cough, bringing you back to the here and now. You order yours and Maddie's drink but before you can pay, Benedict has whipped out his card and taps it to the machine.
âToo slow, love." He smiles as he whispers the words. "I'll see you this afternoon.â
The men say their goodbyes and leave you with a head full of thoughts.
~*~
Your last lecture of the day ran a little late. The TA Michelle always forgets to keep track of time properly, ending the lectures while hastily telling you about upcoming assignments and exams. This time, she sprang a 15-minute presentation on you that will be expected next Monday during Professor Hiddlestonâs lecture, who she shares the Literary Theory course with.
Maddie had been furious with Michelle for ruining her weekend plans, but thrilled to be able to present in front of Professor Hiddleston. Her crush has not subsided at all, and she is already planning what outfit she will wear to get him to notice her when you leave the lecture hall.
âShould we go to the centre and get something new? Maybe we can wear something matching, together weâll be sure to get a stir out of him right?â She squeaks as you hold open the door for her. âI have this pair of boots that always make Steve practically drool over me, Iâm wearing those for sure. You should put on those thigh-highs you have as well. They will work wonders for your next meeting with Cumberbitch, too. Youâre not giving up on the professor just because youâre shagging some rugby lad, right?â
You chuckle at your rambling friend. âI hadnât given it any thought yet.â
âThe manâs defenses are wavering, I can feel it in my gut.â Maddie says with a stern look on her face. âDonât go soft on me now. If it doesn't work out, you can always go back to Matthew.â
âMatthew?â You ask with an amused smile painting your lips.
âOkay so not Matthew⌠Dennis?â Maddie tries, excitedly biting her lower lip.
âMadsâŚâ
âLeo? Callum? Oh my God, itâs Tall George isnât it?â
You give her a look, but she continues anyway.
âPlease tell me itâs Tall George, heâs just soâŚâ
âTall?â
âYES! You just know he can hoist you over his shoulder like itâs nothing.â
Laughing, you answer her pleading look. âItâs not Tall George either! And even if it was, Iâm not telling you.â You quickly add as you see Maddie prepare to list more names.
âFine, donât tell me!â Maddie exclaims dramatically. Then, she furrows her brow and points a finger at you. âBut you need to share every detail of your next meeting with Cumberbitch with me.â
âIâm actually meeting him right now.â You tell her.
âWhat? On a Thursday?â
âYeah, he asked me to stop by his office this afternoon.â
âSee! Just as I said!â She happily calls. âHis walls are crumbling.â
âMaybe.â You give her a soft smile. âIâll tell you about it tonight, okay? Letâs get a take-away at mineâs.â
âSure, sure. I just hope heâs the possessive type, heâll go feral seeing you in that shirt.â
~*~
As the elevator ascends to the eighth floor, you start to feel a little nervous again. Seeing your professor today reminded you of both his animalistic and nurturing behaviour yesterday. The memories spread a warm feeling throughout you, from your core to your heart. Wait, your heart? Letâs shake that feeling off real quickly. Donât read into this too much, itâs just sex. Possessive, earth-shattering, âyou-are-mineâ sex.
Itâs a bit later than planned when you knock on Benedict's door, the low baritone granting you permission to enter almost immediately. The smell of his aftershave lingers in the small room, sending goosebumps across your skin. As you timidly close the door behind you, you notice heâs not looked up from his computer screen yet, finishing up his typing first. You take your seat across from him, unsure of what heâs expecting of you at this moment. Itâs a bit strange to see him in this situation again.
When he finally tears his eyes away from the screen to meet your gaze, his handsome features are painted with a kind smile. He leans back in his chair leisurely. Just looking into his radiant eyes makes your cheeks flush and your heartbeat speed-up. Thereâs a tangible silence hanging between the two of you. You, not sure what to say. He, clearly amused by your uneasiness. His eyes slide over your body, taking in your curves beneath his own shirt. You know it was bold of you to wear it to uni, but you donât care.
âEverything alright, love?â He finally asks, cocking up one dark eyebrow.
You nod at him and give him a faint smile. âYes, Profes⌠I mean-.â
âBenedict.â He muses as he interrupts you.
âRight.â You sigh. âIt gets a little confusing, you know. I have to call you Professor at uni, then sometimes sir in the bedroom, and-â
âBenedict when no one else is around to hear.â
âThereâs overlap between the situations though.â
He chuckles. âYouâre right. Iâm asking a lot of you. Three words, however will you manage?â
Just like that, all the nerves you felt before have faded away. Your heartbeat might still be slightly elevated and your cheeks are that lovely rosy-pink colour, but you feel comfortable with him. Youâll have to find out how to navigate the different roles the two of you take up in varying situations, though.
âDo you know why I asked you to come here today?"
âI don't think âaskedâ is the correct terminology here." You reply with a smile.
âMaybe not." He admits. âLuckily you like being told what to do."
âI do not." You scoff.
"So if I ordered you to get on your knees right now and crawl to me like a good girl, that would leave you totally unfazed?â
"Totally.â You answer with a dry mouth and slightly heavier breath than before.
"Well then, shall I just show you why you're here?â
"Please, enlighten me.â
Benedict shoots you a look before rummaging through a bunch of papers, presenting you with a packet of three, neatly held together with a paperclip. A quick glance over sends your cheeks ablaze and you canât seem to tear your eyes away from the text. Thereâs words you know - and maybe love a little - such as choking, spanking and kneeling. Others are completely new to you, though you can sometimes guess their meaning.
âI told you about the form, right?" He asks with an amused grin on his face.
 "Yes, you did.â You answer softly, averting his gaze.
"Good. It's a bit impersonal, I know. But it can be a good start for a more thorough conversation about your likes and limits. Maybe you can have a look at it tonight and we can discuss it tomorrow after our meeting?"
âCanât we just talk about those things?â You ask as you put the papers back on his desk.
âWe can, if that's what you prefer. There might be things on the form you wouldn't think about by yourself, though. And I don't want to accidentally cross any boundaries.â
âIs your mind that depraved and perverted?â A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth when your eyes meet his again.
The man in front of you clenches his jaw and leans back in his chair. âAnne, love⌠You have no idea.â
The twinkle in his eyes as he studies you sends delicious chills down your spine. You feel his piercing stare burn right through you. Damn those beautiful eyes of his. And damn your own depraved, perverted mind for getting aroused at the thought of discovering every single one of his deviant plans for the two of you.
âCome sit with me." Benedict motions his tight jaw in a gesture for you to join him. His voice has become somewhat more husky, dropping to a lower register that instantly makes goosebumps appear on your skin. It's more an order than a question, and after a small moment of hesitation you walk over to him, standing next to him and his chair.
âI said âsitâ love, not stand.â The professor asserts as he pulls you to him, making you straddle him in his chair. You throw your arms around his neck to balance yourself.
His hand is in your hair immediately, softly pulling at the roots to expose your neck to him. The other hand runs along your boot, then follows the curve of your waist and hip, tugging gently at the thin fabric that covers you. Soft kisses land on your skin as he trails down from your ear to your pulse point, slowly working his way back up along your jaw. His lips are incredibly close to yours, but he doesnât indulge you in the kiss youâre obviously yearning for with parted, lightly trembling lips.
âSeeing you in that shirt today, in my shirt⌠Knowing all the little nips and marks it hides underneath is driving me insane.â He breathes against your skin, planting hungry kisses to your jaw. âParading yourself around with those bruised knees sticking out from under that short little skirt of yours⌠I almost dragged you into the toilet at the campus cafe. If Tom hadnât been with me I would have taken you right there and then.â
Both hands now travel up your thighs and hips, landing on your ass. He pulls you closer to him and clashes his mouth to yours, kissing you like a starved man that finally gets to feast. Eagerly you open your mouth to deepen the kiss, feeling just as ravenous. God, itâs good to taste him again.
His fingers tug your shirt out of the waistband of your skirt and you reach down to help undo yourself of the blue top. Without a second to waste heâs kissing you again, drawing moans from your mouth when a strong hand finds its way underneath your skirt and onto your clothed folds. His finger rubs the damp piece of fabric and you grind yourself against him. You lift your arms to put them around his neck again, but he catches your left wrist in the air and studies the small bruises that show on your left upper arm. Theyâre quite clearly fingermarks, four smaller circles forming a somewhat straight line and a bigger, darker circle a bit further away, indicating where a thumb had gripped you tight. Benedict runs a finger over them gingerly.
âWhat are those?â He asks pensively as he gently touches the bruises. âThose arenât mine. You didnât have them before.â
âWhat?â You say breathlessly, not understanding immediately. As you follow the trailing of his fingers, you see what heâs getting at. âOh, that. Nothing really. It was just Chris.â
âChris?â Benedictâs voice is rough when he speaks the name.
âYeah, my friend. We were at a party last night and he-â
âYou leave my house in the morning and let yourself get groped by a rugby lad the very same evening?â
âIt was nothing like that. He tried to kiss me and I pulled away, but he held on to me a bit too tight I suppose.â
âHe did what? Did he hurt you?â Benedict asks, both concern and anger in his voice.
âMaybe a little. Nothing serious though, he was just drunk.â
âHis fingers left marks on you, he must have been pretty rough.â
âNot more than you when you left all those bruises on my waist, hips, thighs, pretty much everywhere.â
âAh, but thereâs a difference, see. You were writhing in pleasure when you got those bruises.â He says in a very professor-like tone, a mischievous look in his eyes.
âMaybe I was writhing in pleasure with Chris too.â You tease and grin down on him.
âCareful now.â Benedict warns as he lets go of your wrist and moves his hands up your back. His fingers on your skin are practically burning through you.
Lowering your face to his neck, your nose brushes against his earlobe when you speak again.
âYou get so worked up over a couple of bruises another man left on me⌠What will happen if I wear his sweatshirt to uni tomorrow?â
He lets out a guttural sound as he stands up with you in his arms, dropping you on the desk. You reach for his arms, holding on to him frantically as he pulls your hips towards the edge of the wooden surface, hovering his strong body over yours.
âDo you need reminding who you belong to, Miss Major?" Your professor growls as he bites your neck and shoves up your skirt.
His hand cups your warmth over your panties, pressing a finger between your clothed folds. He rubs your center through your underwear, eliciting small moans from your mouth which he swallows with possessive kisses.
âYou like it when I use you like this, don't you?â He breathes against your mouth. "Proving to you you're mine and mine alone.â
You nod and let out another moan when he pushes aside your panties and sinks his finger deep inside your wetness, curling it in just the right spot.
âWords, Miss Major.â The low voice calls.
"Yes, sir." You breathe, hoping you picked the right way to address him at this moment.
A second finger follows quickly after, pumping in and out at a steady pace. His other hand moves to your throat and he uses it to press you back against the desk. Your breath becomes laboured as he starts sucking on your neck, not doubting he's leaving a mark for everyone to see.
His head dips down and he bites at your breasts, wetting the thin material of your lacey bra. It stings as he sinks his teeth in you, but the soft layer of clothing between your flesh and his mouth eases the pain. The normally composed man acts like an enraged animal.
âAs much as I like your little moans and whimpers, you're going to have to be quiet for me, love." He whispers in your ear while he momentarily lets go of you to work his own pants and underwear down. His cock looks almost painfully hard. "Can you do that for me?â
"Yes, sir." The words are no more than a soft murmur.
âThatâs my good girl.â The professor groans as he aligns himself with your entrance, teasingly rubbing his tip along your folds.
When he starts to slowly slide inside of you, your eyes flutter shut and your back arches off the desk. You feel your walls stretch to accommodate the girthy intrusion as he keeps going deeper, not stopping until he's buried to the hilt inside. There's little time to adjust as he starts easing out of you, then rams back inside with a force that even makes the sturdy desk move forward a little.
His hand is back on your throat, the other pressing on your mouth tightly to make sure no sound can escape you. Another deep thrust follows, then another, before he speeds up to a blistering pace. Obscene sounds fill the small room as his hips slam against yours. He has to clench his jaw to not let throaty noises escape himself, still aware of the precarious location you're in.
You don't know how long you will last, already feeling your orgasm build in your core even though he hasn't even touched your clit yet. Muffled cries keep creeping from your covered lips.
âThis is where you belong. Cumming on my cock as I show you who owns you.â He grunts as he keeps his merciless rhythm. âYou. Are. Mine.â His gravelly voice calls, each word accentuated by a strong thrust of his hips.
The moment his hand leaves your mouth, you let out a shriek of pleasure as he uses the free fingers to pinch and rub your clit. His thrusts and your writhing slide you further over the desk until your head hangs off the edge. His own body folds over yours to fully pin you down, his forehead resting just above your navel.
Your eyes start to roll back in your head and your eyelids flutter shut at the sudden rush of blood towards your head and you let out a hoarse moan when he bites the soft flesh of your stomach. You feel your boots scrape against his sides as he keeps pounding into you, drawing you closer and closer to your orgasm.
âFucking hell, cum for me Anne." Benedict groans. âShow me how much you like being my little slut. Cum now."
He doesn't have to tell you again. Waves of pleasure crash through you as you hit your release, eyes pressed closed tightly and hands searching for anything to hold onto but the smooth wood of the desk.
The professor follows quickly, his movements first speeding up to an impossible pace before he slams into you one last time, filling your needy pussy with his cum. There's a minute where the only sound in the room is the two of you panting over each other.
âFuck." Benedict sighs, finally releasing your throat and propping himself up again. "How long have you been here?"
With your head still hanging over the edge of the desk, you slowly open your eyes, ready to chuckle at your professorâs question. Your rosy cheeks turn white in an instant when you look straight into Professor Hiddleston's eyes as he leans against the door to the office, staring at you with a face-splitting grin.
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Benedict Cumberbatch x reader (Female OC) ⢠Tom Hiddleston x reader ⢠shameless smut ⢠F/M ⢠no use of y/n ⢠AU professors
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fluff, porn with plot, check the tags
Summary: After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Chapter 10: Defiance
When you wake up, the large bed is empty except for yourself and a big, velvety pillow. A sliver of light breaks through a small crack between the curtains, making a soft glow appear on the furniture that decorates the room. Muted sounds of spattering water are coming from the door to the bathroom, which is slightly ajar. Steam seeps through the small gap and the smell of soap lingers faintly.Â
The idea of you waking up in your professor's bedroom while he showers in the next room brings a smile to your face. It's insane. Can't be true. Shouldn't be true. And yet, here you are, tucked away under his crisp white sheets that smell of the aftershave you've gotten yourself acquainted with these past couple of weeks.Â
You had a wonderful nightâs sleep together, hugging each other close. You had laid on your side and he had wrapped his arm around you, tugging you against himself, nose buried in your hair. Feeling his strong body pressed against your own, you had fallen asleep within minutes, tired from all the night had brought.
Sudden silence as the shower is turned off pulls you out of your thoughts. It doesn't take long for the bathroom door to open and your professor to step out, a towel wrapped around him. The sight of the handsome man in nothing but the rectangular cloth makes your heart jump ever so slightly. It hangs low on his hips, revealing the hint of a V-line and his well defined muscular torso. He ruffles a hand through his wet curls as he walks towards you, smiling.
âDid I wake you?" He says in a soft voice.
âNo, not at all." You manage, your voice close to a whisper.
He sits down next to you on the bed, you still nestled under the covers. One of his hands runs over your covered thigh absentmindedly.
âAre you alright, Anne?â The low voice asks, his brow furrowed slightly.
âI am, yes. I just woke up really." Your reply is paired with a luxurious stretch of your arms above your head and a sleepy smile.
"Good, good. No regrets yet?â
"God no.â You laugh. "Though I might skip my lecture with Professor Hiddleston next Monday.â
âYeah, sorry about that whole thing.â He chuckles. âThat will undoubtedly be awkward for a bit.â
âHe'll get over it." You quip as you wink at your professor.
 Grinning, he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips. Little drops of water fall from his hair as he presses his lips against yours gently.
"Don't accept any invites to one-on-one meetings with him, though.â He huffs amusedly.
"Hmm, shouldn't I?â You hum against his lips between stolen kisses. "The meetings I had with my other professor turned out to be most effective. Very educational.â
The professor in question climbs on the bed, setting a knee on either side of you, effectively pinning you down. Your arms find their way around his neck and he lowers himself down to kiss you again, one arm sliding around your naked waist as he supports himself with the other. His skin is still a bit damp from the shower and his wet hair presses against your forehead, but you don't mind. He smells clean and fresh, and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world than right here.
"I'll teach you so many more things, if you'd let me." He mumbles beneath his breath.
âYou've said yourself I'm a very eager student."
"Good girl.â He groans as he lowers himself to kiss your chin, your neck, the top of your chest.
Goosebumps cover your skin as the cold, wet curls follow his warm kisses. Your professor lifts himself up for a bit and wiggles away the sheets that were still between you. Then he drops himself down again, trailing wet kisses from your sternum to your breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth as he uses his fingers to play with the other one, relishing in the small moans and cries that escape your mouth. Your hand finds the back of his head and you push him against yourself slightly, not letting go when he switches from one sensitive bud to the other.
âIt's crazy how much you turn me on, love." The man groans against your skin as he works his way down, now kissing your tummy. "Seeing you naked in my bed, covered in tiny marks I left on youâŚâ His kisses have reached your navel and are still going lower. "I just have to taste you again, right now.â
His words make you quiver underneath him, and you're sure he'll be met with a wet mess between your legs once his face gets low enough. You feel his tongue trace slow circles on your thigh, then the other, as he slowly works his way towards your wetness. A thought suddenly dawns on you and you quickly move your body away from him, sitting upright in the bed. He looks up at you utterly confused.
"I haven't taken a shower since yesterday.â You say with a worried look on your face.
His expression drops from worried confusion to amused relief.
"I don't care.â He sighs.
 "Since after⌠you⌠after you came inside of me." You say somewhat ashamedly.
âOhâŚâ His face still holds the amused look, but he does move to a sitting position himself. âThatâs right. I forgot. Well, let's fix that, shall we.â
Swiftly, he scoops you out of the bed and starts walking towards the bathroom, losing his towel as he goes. You shriek and swat at him, but he doesn't seem to care.
âMe man. Clean woman." He grunts as he sits you down in the porcelain tub. The material is cold on your skin and you fold your arms over yourself on instinct.
The water is quite chilly as your professor starts running the bath, but it warms up quickly and surrounds you with a very welcome warmth. Squirting a dollop of soap into the tub, lavender smelling bubbles soon surround you. He squats down next to the bath and brings his face to level with yours.
"Take your time. I'll prepare us something else for breakfast since I can't eat you at the moment.â He winks. "Just call for me if you need anything.â
You nod at him thankfully. âThank you. And I'm sorry."
âYou have absolutely nothing to be sorry about." The man says as he presses a kiss to your forehead. âNow relax."
He rises again, standing in front of you in all his naked glory, before walking towards the door. It gives you some time to unashamedly stare at his toned behind and back. When he's fully out the door, you let yourself slump back, trying to make sense of how the hell you ended up in this Valhalla.
~*~
You'd been in the tub for about an hour, getting bored after a while without your phone or anything to read. Luckily, you had a lot to think about as you processed the events of last night. Not being able to vent to Maddie about any of this will be absolute torture.
The smell of sausage and eggs fills the dining room as your professor places an overloading plate in front of you. Youâre not really a breakfast-person normally, but after all that happened, youâre famished. Eagerly digging in, you are once more amazed by your professorâs cooking. A simple dish like scrambled eggs tastes fucking spectacular.
For a little bit, the two of you eat in comfortable silence. Once again you're dressed in his sweats, the only other choice being your little black dress, which didn't seem like a comfortable option. He, however, is wearing his usual combination of slacks with a button-up shirt, making you feel slightly underdressed.
 âYou can take those home if you want." He says as he gestures to you with his fork, apparently reading your thoughts. âI don't like the idea of you in an Uber in nothing but that dress."
âAnd here I was thinking it was one of your favourites."
âFor me, yes. Others, not so much." Your professor says between bites.
âBit possessive are we?" You say with a cheeky smile.
âI told you, I am greedy. I'll buy you whatever dress you want if I'm the only one that gets to see you take it off."
Though said casually, the words make you feel warm inside. No man has ever made you feel this wanted before. And here you are, with a man that could have any girl he lays eyes on, claiming you as his.
"I'm not looking for a sugar daddy, you know.â You chuckle as you eat your last bite of sausage. âI'm not letting you buy me stuff.â
âJust a regular daddy then?" He says in an intentionally low voice as he smoulders at you, raising one eyebrow.
"Ew, piss off!â You snort at the statement.
âAlright, alright. You don't have a daddy-kink, I got it." He cracks. "Just the Professor-kink then.â
âThat's not fair, I came up to you when I didn't even know you were a professor yet.â
"Older man-kink?â He teases.
"No comment.â
Grinning widely, he stands up from his seat and collects the empty plates from the table to bring them to the kitchen. You follow him in, just as you had done last night, only now the tension is way less palpable. As he sets to work on putting away all the dishes from cooking, you hop yourself on the counter, watching him as he tidies up.
âYou're good, right? Don't need any help?" You josh at him.
"Nope, I think I can handle this one by myself. Just stay there.â He retorts.
Starting to slide down the counter to help clean up, he quickly turns around to face you, brows furrowed. Tutting at you contemptly, he pushes you back down on the marble surface.
âWhat did I tell you? Stay." He softly says.
 "What if I don't want to stay?â Faintly you press back against his strong hands, trying to wiggle away.
His hands move to your wrists, holding you down to the marble tightly.
"Can you ever just do as you're told?â
"Doubt it.â There's a bit of a quiver in your voice that you're not willing to acknowledge.
âMe too." He chuckles. "But that's alright.â
Then, he leans into you, his voice raspy as he whispers in your ear.
"It's way more fun to break a girl that thinks she can't be broken, anyway."
His words send electricity through you, tingles fluttering your core at the dominant remark. He notices the effect he has on you, because of course he does, and smirks down at you as he pulls away. Letting go of your wrists, he looks at you conceited. Oh, how you want to wipe that smug smile off his handsome features.
âNow stay." His low voice commands.
Looking back at him defiantly, you decide today is not the day you will be listening to his every bidding. So, as he watches you, you lazily push yourself off the counter and slowly slide down. Both of you stare at each other for a little bit, neither of you willing to break eye-contact. His piercing stare pins you to the spot, and you watch his face change from a smug smile to one a lot more heinous. This must be what prey feels like right before the predator attacks.
And attack, he does. In a split-second you're turned around and pushed into the marble face first, his strong body fixing you to the cold stone. One hand tightly holds the back of your neck, driving your face roughly against the hard material underneath you. The other locks your wrists together behind your back. His hips press against your ass as he kicks your legs apart.
âI could really do with a lot less of that bratty attitude of yours, Miss Major.â He spits as he pushes down on you.
âI thought that's why you liked me, Professor." You manage to coax from your compromising position.
"It's why I'm going to fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.â
The gravelly voice sends your insides ablaze, a fire spreading all the way down to your needy center. Making the normally composed man lose his temper will be your personal mission from now on, you silently vow to yourself.
âMaybe I don't want you to fuck me right now." You breathe.
âMaybe I don't fucking care what you want." Your professor hisses as he pulls down your sweatpants just below your ass.
The hand on your wrists had let go to work your pants, but the elbow on the other arm immediately took its place. He presses you to the marble with one muscular arm, the other feeling around your thighs and ass, kneading roughly. When his hand finds your wet cunt, a moan escapes your mouth. Instantly he plunges two fingers deep inside of you, not bothering to check whether youâre wet enough. He knows the answer already.
âYeah, sure feels like you donât want any of this.â He mocks you as he curls his fingers inside your wetness, eliciting a cry from your lips.
A third finger enters you, stretching your walls as he thrusts them in and out of your body at a steady pace. You start to squirm beneath his touch.
âChrist, you get so wet when I treat you like the little fucktoy you are.â
His hand leaves your core abruptly to fumble with his belt. It takes mere seconds for him to get out of his own confinements and free his throbbing cock. Heâs lined up behind you and you feel his dick slide between your folds. He doesnât enter you yet though, instead lowering his face to meet your ear.
âSay my name.â The professor growls as he keeps you pressed tightly to the unforgiving marble.
Of course, you know his name. Youâve just never called him by it except once when you met and then again in a dark alley when you were so drunk you couldnât even light a cigarette. Heâd labeled you a brat for calling him Benedict then. Now, heâs forcing it out of you, wanting to hear it drip from your lips as a plea for mercy.
âI donât recall.â You answer, smiling sheepishly, thrilled with your own defiant answer.
âToo bad.â He grits. âYouâre going to have to scream it if you want to cum at all today.â
âI donât need to cum.â Is all you manage to breathe.
âSure you donât.â
His hand returns to your entrance, his fingers finding their way back inside. You feel his hard cock pressed against your ass while he fingers you relentlessly. When his thumb slides up to your clit, your body starts betraying you, your walls clenching around his digits tightly.
âFucktoys donât need to cum, itâs a privilege.â He grunts as he keeps working your needy pussy. âBut only good girls that scream my name get privileges.â
Itâs all getting too much. Your orgasm is building rapidly, your body clenching and convulsing as you writhe beneath him. Who are you to deny yourself the release youâre so desperately craving? Still, you try one last time.
âIâm⌠Iâm not a-â You try to defend yourself in vain, not able to form a coherent sentence anymore.
âSay my name.â He barks in a guttural tone.
âI-â
âNOW!â Itâs as much a command to finally say the word heâs desperate to hear as for you to reach your long-awaited high.
âBENEDICT!â You scream as you finally topple over the edge. Toes curling and eyes rolling away as you clench around his fingers tightly, silently repeating his name over and over like a never ending mantra.
âThereâs a good girl.â The man behind you sighs in a low voice as he now thrusts his cock inside of you, not stopping until heâs buried up to the hilt. âSo fucking tight for me.â
He releases the grip on your wrists and places both hands on your hips, giving himself something to hold onto as he slams into you ruthlessly. Your thighs press against the border of the countertop, knees grazing the cabinets below, sure to leave their marks. You donât even bother trying to lift yourself up, your body feeling like jelly. Itâs as if you entered a new state of being, feeling him ram inside of you and savouring every moment of it, but at the same time being completely zoned out mentally. Just here to receive, to take, to do as he says. Itâs a wonderful state of mind.
Your professor gropes for your shirt with one hand, clenching it in his fist as he chases his own climax. His thrusts turn erratic and he cums with a velocity you hadnât felt before, folding over onto your back, hot liquid filling you up. It trickles down your legs as he slowly pulls out, combined with your own overflowing juices, leaving a sticky mess behind.
Still, you keep your body as is, not feeling any urgency or motivation to move yet. Youâre not fully sure youâd be able to, if youâre honest. All your limbs feel heavy. You jump a little when you feel the wet cloth pressed against your skin, cleaning the inside of your legs and your abused pussy. Kisses start to be fluttered in replacement of the cloth, going all the way up your back and neck.
âYou did so well.â Your professor whispers as he gently cradles you, wrapping you in his arms. The cool fabric of his dress shirt presses against your nose as he slowly rocks you against him, pressing kisses to your head.
The concept of time is lost on you as you stand in the kitchen together. He pets your hair, tenderly runs his thumb across your face, mumbles words of praise. When he feels like youâre up for it, he leads you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, silently and carefully undressing you in his bathroom. Itâs not until you feel the hot water of the shower soothe your skin that you look back up at him again, meeting his warm gaze.
âHey, there you are again.â He smiles kindly.
You press your nose to his now wet chest and let him hug you tight.
~*~
It feels weird, wearing your professorâs sweats in your own home. Combined with your black heels and trenchcoat, it was quite a sight as well. The Uber driver never said anything though, silently cruising you back into reality. When you entered your studio apartment, you immediately crashed down on your bed, not bothering to change.
You rake your hand through your silky feeling hair, which your professor - Benedict - had washed and combed through for you in the shower. He insisted on being called by his first name when you were together and no one else would hear. The shower had been weirdly intimate, even though mere minutes ago he had pounded you into oblivion. He had washed your body, taking care of any marks or bruises he had left behind by gently kissing them. Never before had a man touched you with so much affection.
After showering, he had helped you get dressed, though you complained and assured him you were able to pull a T-shirt over your head yourself. In reality, you were glad he was there to do it for you.
You rummage around your bed looking for your phone charger. Itâs been dead since last night, as you forgot to charge it at Benedictâs house. Remembering the charger is still in your bag, you push yourself off the bed and make for the couch where you had dropped it. Itâll take a minute for your phone to be functioning again, so you decide to slump down on the couch and watch a bit of telly. You nuzzle your nose inside Benedictâs blue uni shirt, his smell mixed with your own.
Loud banging on your door jolts you awake. The dark sky outside tells you youâve been asleep for most of the day. Hastily you get up off the couch and make your way to the door, revealing Maddie and Steve as you pull it open.
âOh my God, youâre not dead!â Maddie yells as she bursts into your flat. Steve follows her in a bit more timidly, closing the door behind him.
âWhat? No, of course Iâm not fucking dead.â You tell your best friend in a confused tone.
âDonât you start with me! I havenât heard anything from you since yesterday afternoon. And then when you didnât show up at Liam and Chrisâ tonight I was sure something had happened.â She cries out.
âI was supposed to be at Liam and Chrisâ?â
âChris texted us about it this morning, Liam and him are throwing a party.â
âMy phone was dead.â You state.Â
âWhy was it dead for so long?â She asks angrily. Then, looking you up and down, she scrunches her nose. âAnd what the hell are you wearing? When did you get more bloody uni merch?â
âItâs not mine.â You say defensively, immediately recognising your mistake.
âWhoâs is it?!â Maddie exclaims, all anger replaced with excitement. âIs it a guyâs?â
âYeah itâs male merch, the female merch is red and pink.â Steve chimes in, ever so helpful.
You glare at him and he stifles a laugh.
âIt doesn't matter whoâs it is.â You say.
âWhatâs his name?â Maddie prods.
âYou donât know him.â
âJust tell me!â
âItâs⌠itâs someone from the rugby team.â
âThen Steve knows him for sure.â
Oh, right. Fuck. You forgot about that.
âHe wants to keep it a secret for now, we still have to figure out what this all is.â At least thatâs not a lie, you think to yourself.
âYouâre honestly not going to tell me?â Maddie asks disappointedly.
Itâs tearing you apart to lie to her, to not spill everything that happened in the last twenty four hours. You just want to talk to her, to someone, about all that transpired between you and the professor you had been fantasizing about for weeks. But you donât, keeping to your promise.
âIâm sorry.â You say, feeling defeated.
âItâs okay. I understand, I guess.â
Steve is the first to break the sorrowful silence. âSo are you coming with us to Liam and Chrisâ party then?â
After a moment's hesitation you decide not to disappoint Maddie again tonight and nod.
âYeah sure, just give me a minute to get ready."Â
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Benedict Cumberbatch x reader (Female OC) ⢠Tom Hiddleston x reader ⢠shameless smut ⢠F/M ⢠no use of y/n ⢠AU professors
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fluff, porn with plot, check the tags
Summary: After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Chapter 9: Twofold
The bathroom is, of course, just as exquisite as the rest of the house. Though you feel perfectly comfortable in his presence, itâs nice to take a minute to yourself and away from your professor to gather your thoughts. He offered to draw you a bath (and youâll definitely be getting in the stand-alone porcelain tub one day) but you opted for a nice warm shower instead. The fluffy towel after was comforting on its own.Â
You feel renewed when you step out of the bathroom and back into the large, empty bedroom. The hardwood floors feel cool against your feet as you make your way over to the bed. Your professor has rearranged the sheets to look somewhat decent again and placed a neatly folded stack of clothes on top. He told you to take your time and come find him in the sitting room when youâre up to it. Getting into the gray sweatpants and blue university T-shirt, you smell your professorâs familiar scent on them, making you feel warm inside.Â
Little creaks come from the stairs as you tiptoe your way down them, finally landing in the dimly lit hallway. You see light streaming from a half opened door and guess thatâs where the sitting room must be.Â
The entire room - the entire house, for that matter - has been furnished as if it were still Victorian times, with a modern touch here and there. Your professor looks up from his book when he notices you enter the room, promptly closing it and putting it away on the table beside him. He stands up and walks towards you, pulling you to him for a hug. His hand runs over your hair as he kisses you on top of your head.
âEverything alright?â He asks with a soft voice.
You nod against his chest, taking in the smell of him. Heâs dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants as well, matching your own attire. The two of you break out of the embrace and the professor walks you towards the couch next to the leather armchair he had been sitting in. He sits you down then gets back to the armchair himself. Youâre surprised at the sudden distance, but when you see the serious look on his face, you understand thereâs a reason for it. He looks like he's in full-on Professor-mode again.
âWe should talk for a bit." He starts.
Nervously you fidget with your hands, not sure of what's to come.
âNothing to worry about." Clearly he has noticed your uneasiness. âBut important nonetheless."
You give him a nod. âYes, okay. Go ahead."
âFirst of all, something I should have asked straight away; are you on birth control?"
 âI have a coil, yes."Â
âOkay, that's good. And I assume you're clean? I know I am."
âYes, I am."
He nods at you, happy about the answer.
âHow do you feel about what we did tonight? Did you enjoy yourself?"
The question surprises you. Surely having two orgasms must have shown him you were enjoying yourself perfectly well.
"Uhm⌠Yeah, I did.â You answer hesitantly. âObviously some things were new to me, but it was good. You were very good.â
His face is still serious when he says: âI'm not looking for compliments, love. I want your genuine opinion."
When you don't reply, he continues.
âI called you derogatory names. Tied your wrists together. Gave you rules and punishments. Made you beg for your orgasm. Call me sir.â His deep voice sounds as he lists everything up. The memories send joyful shivers through your body.
"Have you ever done any of that before?â
You shake your head, unsure what to say.
"What did you think of it?â He asks.
It takes you a minute to come up with your reply.
"Well, I've never been as wet as I was tonight.â
The serious face breaks apart to let out a chuckle.
"That I will take as a compliment."
He looks you over, running a hand through his hair.
"What we did tonight can be considered as soft BDSM. You're familiar with the term I presume?â
"Isn't BDSM supposed to be, like, hardcore sex with whips and chains and latex and stuff?"
A smile forms around his lips again.
âThat's a bit of a misconception I'm afraid. There's a lot of layers to it."
âYou're into that kind of stuff?" You ask with a surprised look on your face.
 âWell judging by tonight, so are you.â He jests.
Now it's your turn to knit your brows. Yes, you've always liked sex to be a little rough. You're no stranger to hairpulling, being held down, or light choking. Not as a punishment though, only as⌠Well, you don't know exactly. It just feels good to give away a bit of control sometimes.
"I don't know.â You say.
"I'd like to explore it further with you if you are open to it. I think we could have a very good time together.â
Fuck, that does sound intriguing. More time with your professor is something you long for either way. But to also dive into a newly discovered world of sex? Ecstatic.
âWhat would we do?"
The question hangs in the air for a little while before he answers, leaning back into the chair.
"Thereâs a special form I'd ask you to fill out. It tells me your likes and limits, things I should take into consideration while playing. And it gives you insight into your own interests as well.â
The quizzical look on your face is answered by a kind smile. âBut we can also just talk about it together. Find out what we'd both like to explore.â
âDo you have anything particular in mind? That you would like to âexploreâ?â You ask, making air quotes as you speak the last word.
"I do, yes.â He chuckles.
You feel how your heartbeat increases slightly at his words.
âYou've thought about it before?â
"Ever since I first laid eyes on you, to be totally honest.â
An audible swallow preludes your next question.
"So⌠What have you been thinking about?â
The professor smiles at you and leans forward to reach for your hand. With his thumb lazily stroking the back of your hand, he looks at you amused as the low baritone leaves his mouth.
âHow I would like to tie you down, hands and feet each secured to one of the posts of my bed, leaving you totally at my mercy.â There's a twinkle in his eye and his voice turns soft. âOr our mercy for that matter."
âOur?!" Promptly you pull back the hand he had been stroking.
âMostly I'm a greedy man, but I'm open to sharing once in a while as well." The statement rolls off his tongue casually.
Furrowing your brows again, you stare at him dubiously.
"Who'd be the other man?â
"I think you know.â
"Fucking hell.â You sigh.
Both of your professors at the same time? You can't say you haven't thought about it, masturbated to the very idea even. But never had you thought it a possibility to turn the fantasy into reality.
âHave you done that before then? âSharedâ women?" You ask, already knowing the answer.
As you had expected, your professor nods.
âNot often, but it has happened, yes. And it has been a very pleasurable experience for all parties involved every time."
A thought suddenly dawns on you, making your eyes grow wide.
"Have you discussed this with him already?â
An amused grin now paints his handsome features as he leans back in the chair.
âMaybe."
âWhen?"
âAfter you started to come into uni dressed like a slut."
At this you let out a frustrated huff, which is answered by an even more entertained look on your professorâs irritably handsome face.
âItâs not something you have to decide right now. Just something to think about. Besides, I donât mind keeping you to myself either.â
Taking both of your hands into his own he hauls you off the couch towards him, pulling you in his lap. You fold your legs over one of the arms of the chair and lie your head against his chest. Stroking your back and thigh, the professor rests his chin atop your head. Absent-mindedly you run your finger over his chest. Though you've only been in his close proximity for a couple of hours, it feels natural.
"He told me he had ânoticed me tooâ, you know. In the campus cafe this afternoon."
âWell, he did. That night in the pub."
 You look up at him confused. When you don't speak, he continues.
 "He wanted to go up to you, but I convinced him not to. You were way too young and way too drunk.â
"And then I came up to youâŚ"
âAnd then you came up to me."
"Is that why you turned me down? Because of him?â
"Partly. The young and drunk argument was still valid too."
âNow I feel badâŚâ
"Don't.â Your professor scoffs. "He went home with some other girl about an hour later. It would have been a quick fuck and then a very awkward semester for the both of you. He's my friend, but he's also a dick.â
"Funny, he said the same about you." A smile forms around your lips.
âI bet." He grins. "He's been wanting to get into your pants for weeks. The whole student-Professor thing doesn't bother him as much.â
âBut it bothers you?"
âLess than I thought it would."
At this, he bends down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, eventually landing on your lips. You return his kiss, opening your mouth to accept his tongue. It's a gentle, tender, passionate kiss that makes you weak in his arms.
âAnd in a way, it's pretty hot too." He confesses when he breaks away from you, now kissing your cheekbone.
A sly smile paints your face. âYeah?â
"Hmhm.â He sighs in your ear. âForbidden fruit and all.â
You moan as he softly nibbles on your ear, pressing your body against his. A strong hand runs down your back and lands on your ass.
"How's the pain? Any bruises from the spankings?" His breath is hot on your skin as he keeps working your neck.
âN-No, I don't think so." You manage to get out between rugged breaths.
"I'll have to try harder next time then.â
He grips you more tightly and moves you to place one leg on either side of his hips, straddling him in the leather chair. Delicately he works his way down your neck, pressing kisses along your jawline, ending back up at your lips. His hands run up your thighs and waist, slipping under the shirt you're wearing. The feeling of his skin against yours is electric, and you inadvertently start to grind down on him, looking for friction.
Both his hands cup your breasts, kneading the soft flesh. When his fingers find your nipples, a groan escapes your mouth, encouraging him to go on. You reach down and pull the shirt over your head, exposing yourself to him for the second time that night. Removing the shirt made you break the kiss, and his head now plunges down to suck on your nipples, taking turns between right and left. Your hand finds its way in his curly hair, gently pressing his head down on yourself as you keep slowly grinding down your hips. His pants are starting to get a little tighter underneath you and you relish in the effect you're having on the man.
âSo what would have happened if I hadn't been so drunk the night we met?â You ask, your voice hoarse from excitement.
âI would have fucked you right there against the bathroom wall.â The deep voice calls.
Both his strong hands feel their way across your body, squeezing and nipping your skin as they go. His head is back on your neck, wet kisses leading their way up. It's getting harder for you to talk, but that doesn't stop you.
âEven though your friend called dibs?"
"You're right.â He chuckles humourlessly. "We would have fucked you together.â
Your breath hitches in your throat at his words. One of his hands disappears into your sweatpants. Seeing how your bag was still waiting downstairs and the lacy thong didn't really seem like a comfortable option, you're not wearing any underwear. Running his finger through your wet folds makes a smirk appear on his face.
"Have you ever been fucked by two men at the same time?â His voice rumbles through you as he lazily rubs his thumb on your clit.
Lightning shoots through your spine at his touch.
You're taking too long to reply to his liking, so he growls in your ear: "Answer me.â
âNot yet." You muster.
"Good girl, that's right.â His voice sounds. âNot tonight though. For now, you're mine."
Moving your hips you eagerly press yourself on his newly formed hard-on.
âOf course, he is a very handsome manâŚâ You whisper, bringing your own head down to his neck to plant kisses on his skin.
Your professor sneaks a hand into the roots of your hair and pulls you back slightly so you are forced to look at him. His eyes narrow at you and his jaw tightens. An undeniable tremble comes through in your voice when you talk.
âAnd I can't say I haven't thought about what he would look like if I were on my knees before him.â
Possessively, he grabs onto you, pulling you closer against his body. He digs his nose into your neck and goosebumps form across your skin when he presses firm kisses and nips to your figure. Marking you his.
You're not stopping now, though. Finally you feel as if you've regained a hint of control. And the entire conversation turned you on tremendously. The idea of these two men claiming your body sends a burning sense of need all the way down to your core. Your voice is now more breath than sound.
âIs his cock bigger than yours? Or should I ask him myself?â
âDon't play games with me." Your professorâs raspy voice breathes against your ear.
"I'm not playing.â
Strong hands are gripping your thighs so firmly you're sure you'll see bruises tomorrow. His hard cock presses against your ass as you grind down on him. Kisses have been exchanged for bites as he covetously tries to get back in control, nipping at your neck. A moan escapes your mouth and it's all he needs to regain full command of the situation.
âOf course a slut like you would moan at the thought of two men having their way with her.â His deep baritone rumbles through you.
One hand finds its way back into your pants right at your entrance, a finger sliding in with ease. You throw your head back when he enters a second digit, making you moan before him.
âSo fucking wet and needy⌠I hope you understand you are playing with fire here. You're going to get yourself burned." He says. You tremble from both his touch and words.
"I think youâre all smoke and no flames.â You manage to speak.
Apparently, that did the trick. Your professor stands up while holding you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist. He throws you down on the couch and is immediately on top of you, hands kneading and squeezing your boobs so hard you know they'll show his marks tomorrow.
In one swift motion he yanks down your pants and shoves two fingers back inside your wanting pussy. He pumps them in and out of you at an incredibly fast pace, making you squirm on the cold leather under you. His thumb slides forwards to find your clit, rubbing it roughly, eliciting more moans and cries from you as you feel your climax start to build.
âMy God, Anne, are you going to cum for me again already? Are you really that desperate?â He taunts you. âGetting all worked up at the idea of two of your professors fucking you?"
You're nothing but a whimpering mess before him now, moving your hips in motion with his fingers to get every single inch of his digits inside of you.
âYou know what." His voice is breathy and riddled with lust, but there's something else in there you can't quite place. "I don't think I should be the only one that enjoys this orgasm of yours. I'm not the only contributor after all.â
His free hand moves away to roam around the small table next to the chair, landing on his phone. His other hand is still working your core relentlessly, whining sounds escaping your mouth as he draws you closer to your orgasm.
Your eyes widen as he seems to dial a number, but it's hard to focus on anything other than the hand that's bringing you to your next climax.
âRemember, âredâ or pinky finger." He whispers as he lays the phone down on your chest. It rings twice before being picked up.
âBen, mate, what are you calling me for? Aren't you supposed to be on your playdate with little Miss Major?"
You almost let out a moan when you hear Professor Hiddleston's familiar voice coming from the speaker. The fingers keep moving in and out of you at a steady pace.
âI am, yes." Professor Cumberbatch answers his friend. His voice is low but completely under control, not a hint of his arousal to be heard. âIn fact, she's here with me right now."
There's a pause on the other end.
"So why are you calling me?â
"I thought you should know this eager little student has been having some very naughty thoughts about the both of us.â
Another pause, then a deep sigh followed by silence.
âBenâŚâ
"Anne, say hello to Professor Hiddleston for me please.â Your professor says in a stern voice.
Right as you gather yourself to try and muster a small hi, Professor Cumberbatch presses a third finger inside you, making the only sound from your mouth become a loud cry and âFuuuckâŚ.â.
âShe's so close to cumming around my fingers, Tom.â The man that's hovering over you says as if nothing happened. "But I think I'd rather feel her clench around my cock again as I fill her up this time. You should stay on the line while I fuck her. She makes the most amazing sounds. Stick around and youâll hear her moan as she cums for the third time tonight.â
Hearing him talk about you as if you're not even there is driving you up the wall, in the best sense possible. There's some rustling on the other side of the line and you're pretty sure Professor Hiddleston is now handling himself while listening to you and your other professor. The thought of that makes your breath hitch.
Professor Cumberbatch removes his fingers from your wetness and a moan escapes you. Quickly he undoes himself of his sweats and shirt, stroking himself in strong movements the moment his member is freed. Within seconds he's on top of you again, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds, pressing you down into the couch with a firm hand on your chest.
âBeg me for it, Anne. Let Professor Hiddleston hear how you beg for my cock like a good fucking girl." He spits at you, glowering into your eyes.
You want to defy him. Show him you're better than this. That you don't need him to enter you and make you cum. It's futile; there's nothing else in the world right now except for the two men talking over you and your professorâs dick pressed against your needy entrance. So you beg.
"Please, professor.â You manage, the words close to a cry. âPlease fuck me.â
âDid you hear that, Tom?" He says in a low voice.
The other professor replies for the first time in a while, his voice breathier than usual. "I think she can do better.â
Professor Cumberbatch raises his eyebrows at you as an amused smirk forms on his face.
âYou heard the man." He breathes. âGo on."
The look of disbelief on your face is soon replaced by one of desperation when your professor pushes the tip of his cock inside of you, giving in just ever so slightly to what you so hopelessly need.
"Please, please fuck me.â You plead with both men. "I need it, please, I need it so bad. Please would you fuck me. Please I jus-â
During your last plea the professor slams himself inside you with one strong thrust, making you cry out and whimper. A throaty sound escapes him as well at the new sensation. He fills you up so well, stretching your walls, it's almost too much to handle. Then he starts to move, and the only thing you can do is wrap your legs around his waist to try and get more of him. He never breaks eye contact as he starts taking you, still talking to the phone.
âYou would love her pussy, Tom. She's so tight around me." Your professor tells his friend as he starts to slowly move his hips, bringing himself all the way back then plunging in deep again. âBut she takes my cock incredibly well. She barely needs any warm-up, practically dripping wet the moment I touch her.â
"Could she take both of us at the same time?â Professor Hiddleston grunts. You don't know if his voice is raspy because of the phone connection or because of his excitement.
âAbsolutely, with a little training. We could stretch her tight little pussy out together.â
Together? As in, both at the same time? You had never even considered the possibility of something like that, but the thought alone sends you right back to the edge. Your professor speeds up his pace as he feels your walls start to clench around him, slamming into you mercilessly as you whimper underneath him. Professor Hiddleston lets out a deep groan too as he hears the noises that you are producing at the hands of his friend.
Professor Cumberbatchâs hand finds your clit and you're not sure how long you can last before you will reach your upcoming release. You close your eyes but are met with a soft tap on the face as your professor bids you to open them again.
âKeep your eyes on me." His tone is riddled with lust and need but is also soft, caring even. "I need you with me for this.â
Thereâs nothing more coming from you than moans, cries and whimpers as he keeps fucking you into the couch. Your hands are grabbing at his chest and arms, desperately looking for anything to hold onto. Youâre almost there, trying your hardest not to spill over yet, keeping your eyes trained on his. The twinkle in your professorâs eyes is back when he speaks again while panting over you.
âSorry mate, changed my mind. This oneâs mine.â He says as he ends the call and throws his phone to the chair behind him.
Immediately he bends down, pulling you tightly against him with one strong arm behind your back, the other hand still rubbing your clit. He speeds up his thrusts and is basically hammering into you now. His breath is hot on your neck as you hear him whisper in your ear.
âCum for me now, Anne.â
Thereâs no holding back anymore as you instantly topple over the edge, letting out guttural sounds as your body spasms against his. He keeps fucking you through it, slowing his thrusts a little to let you ride your high. Then he speeds up again, and to your surprise, his hand is also back on your clit.
âI think you have one more in you.â He breathes against your skin.
Shit, do you? Youâre spent already, heaving and gasping for air as you come down from your climax, never fully landing because of the hand thatâs still working your clit.
âI- I donâtâŚâ You stammer, not able to fully form a coherent thought or sentence.
He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark but warm at the same time.
 âOne more for me.â He whispers.
 Foggy-minded you nod at him, encouraging him to get back to his relentless thrusting pace as he keeps rubbing your clit. Youâre not sure whether itâs pain or pleasure when you writhe and squirm under him, overstimulated at his touch. He bends down to kiss your neck again, planting sloppy kisses all the way up to your ear, making you quiver as he breathes on you hotly.
And then â he was right. Itâs the most intense orgasm youâve ever had, making you twitch and convulse in his arms as he works you through it once again, lifting his head to gaze into your dazed eyes. Your body almost goes limp as he smiles down at you, his face contorting somewhat when you feel him spill his cum inside you. Both of you now panting, slumping down against each other.
His body is heavy on top of yours, but you donât mind. You fold yourself around him, hugging him tightly against yourself, relishing in afterglow.
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