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19 ❥ basically just a whore for kageyama, zeke & spencer reid ;)

[kagsangel]

doll face, ft. zeke jaeger x fem!reader

summary: reader is at Zeke and Eren’s house during sundress szn for a party with her friends, when reader runs into Zeke after some time apart, things get a bit hot and heavy...

warnings: angst, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), fluff, mentions of alcohol and drink spiking, swearing, teasing

word count: 3-4k

the party was buzzing. the sun hung low in the sky, the air warm with a cool breeze. Armin was chatting to Annie passionately whilst Annie listened with tedious intent. Sasha was bent over the food table, eyes glistening with glee accompanied by a carnivorous grin on her face.  Connie leant against the back wall of the garden, occasionally running a hand over his buzz cut as he spoke to a girl you’d never seen before.  Mikasa and Levi sat brooding in the corner of the gazebo, no doubt gossiping about all the random people Even invited. He told us it was a small get together...there tustve been 100 people milling about the fairly decent sized garden Eren shared with his older brother Zeke.

Zeke.

Zeke is nowhere to be seen - from my point of view anyway. After our ‘tryst’ the last time I was here his presence around our group had waned. Obviously I immediately thought it was because of me, because he regretted what happened between us. like the regretted the way he held me close as he rocked into me, the way he gently kissed and nibbled at the inside of my thighs after he finished devouring my soul through my core, the way he gazed down at me  with such adoration and infatuation as he was rammed his length down my throat with such aggression it made tears run down my stuffed cheeks.

 I snapped back to reality when I began to feel my self salivating at the memory. I shook my head and rose to my feet, straightening out my sundress. “im gonna go freshen up, watch my drink?” I spoke loudly to Pieck who was bobbing her head along to the music. She nodded in acknowledgement before I turned to slip past the writhing bodies on the makeshift dance floor. the bass grew louder as I moved towards the house, the noise slightly disorientating me in my tipsy state. I mounted the stairs to use the upstairs bathroom, larger, quieter, less likely to be ushered out by a horny couple who wanna do bits in there. I push the door shut gently behind me and lean over the sink. 

splashing cold water on my face, I curse when I realise i’m actually wearing makeup, and have probably in fact ruined it. ‘I keep some around here somewhere’ I whisper to myself, frantically feeling under the sink for my special hiding place. I stand in front of the mirror for 10 more minutes, reapplying makeup and reminiscing. my brows furrow in annoyance as I here yelps and laughs from people unknown coming from the garden below. he literally said small, I was looking forward to it being just us, I pondered. I knew it was wrong to be annoyed at him, I mean it is his birthday - but your friends hadn't been all together in one place for a while now, with everyone busy with final year college work, and I miss the old times. 

breathe, think happy thoughts, I spoke internally. so I did just that. I thought of the tall, herculean, blonde bearded man who did you like you’d never been done before. I thought of the filthy things he whispered in my ear as his fingers worked their magic between my legs, causing my back to arch into his throbbing dick. I thought of the way massaged my breasts as he waited for my shaking to subside. I thought of how beautiful he looked sleeping, golden hair lay tousled on his pillow, eyelashes tickling his cheeks as he blinked in his slumber. a sharp knock hit the other side of the door. I jumped and finished freshening up. id prepared my apology to whoever was on the other side by the time I swung the door open, only to find the man I was drooling over not 20 minutes ago stand glaring down at me outside the door. 

shit

“oh” Zeke sounded amused almost, the corners of his plump pink lips were tugged upwards into a small smirk.  

“sorry, downstairs was occupado” I smiled sweetly. I tried to maintain my cool, although it proved difficult. the man I'd got the best head of my life from but hadn't seen or heard from in over 3 weeks was before me in all his glory, and I was supposed to just keep my cool? I had to get out of here before I started yelling I was so mad. i slid past him to go downstairs.

“where do you think you’re going” it was more a statement than a question, but I answered anyway “I don't know if you noticed because you’re so...busy, but theres a party downstairs?” I hit back sneeringly. I didn't mean for it to come out with such vehemence, the alcohol was stopping me from filtering my emotions. Zeke chuckled as he said, “I don't know who you think you’re talking to doll face  but you better watch your damn mouth.”  

god you're even more breathtaking than he remembered. the low hanging sun cast a golden light across the hallway where you stood, illuminating your being in a heavenly glow. 

I scoff and begin my descent down the stairs. “stop” a gruff voice bellowed behind me. I pause in my tracks and spin around to face him. “what, zeke? what could you possibly want that you haven’t already got from me”

“I want you to get back here and pull up your sundress real quick” he states bluntly. I felt like the air had been knocked from my chest. he was so calm, so sure of himself, it was kinda sexy. I sighed heavily as I trudged up the stairs to face him. “you’re not serious...right?” I stare at him quizzically, unsure whether this is a test to see if he's got me on ropes or not. “doll face. if you didn't think I was serious, what are you doing standing in front of me?” theres that smirk again. god it makes me wanna slap him silly. “don’t call me doll face” I scold as I grab a handful of his t-shirt and pull him down to my lips. 

his mouth crashed into mine with surprising force, causing me to stumble backwards. large hands catch me by my waist and pull me closer. its hot and heavy, insatiable and agonising. Zeke straightened up with me enveloped in his arms, which then raised me off the floor and had me giggling into his shoulder as he carried me inside the bathroom and kicked the door shut with his foot. I inhaled deeply as I placed starved kisses on his neck. his hands explored every inch of my body he could get his hands on, squeezing my hips so hard I’m sure it would leave marks.

 that was what Zeke liked about you- you let him mark you, claim you as his by leaving trails of reddish-purple bruises from your neck all the way down to my core. 

still entwined with each other, we stumbled backwards until my back hit the sink. my wince in pain was quickly turned into a moan in pleasure as his hands ventured up my thighs and traced along the line of my underwear. “you want more doll face?” he breathed heavily against my ear. I sighed in approval ”use your words” he spoke deeply this time, evoking a substantial amount of arousal to gather between my thighs. “more zeke I need more” I whimpered pathetically into his chest. my body grew hot with embarrassment and infatuation. I almost forgot what he did to me.”you greedy greedy thing” he grinned. a finger slid up my dress and into my damp underwear, gathering up the wetness there for him. he broke the kiss and stared me dead in the eyes. his icy eyes were dark and hooded with lust as he sucked whole heartedly on his glistening finger ‘this man is so filthy it hurts’ I thought as I involuntarily bit my lip. 

it was hard to keep myself from crying out in pure bliss when he dipped another digit into my underwear and massaged my clit, before curling a long finger inside me - hitting my g spot continuously as he pumped in and out of me at a painstakingly slow pace. my hips bucked against him in retaliation, desperate for more friction. “fuck this I can’t wait any longer. turn around doll face” zeke grumbled. 

“pull up your dress for me” I immediately obeyed, hoisting up the fabric to reveal myself to him. i heard him pull his fly down and a soft exhale from behind me as zeke freed his throbbing dick from the denim constraints. he tapped himself on my ass a few times as he moved my lacy black thong to the side to line himself up with my entrance. his tip slid in easily, causing him to suck in a breath. “stop...playing...with me” I heaved gently. the lack of contact had me a mental frenzied state. my whole body ached and throbbed for him, and he was teasing me by rubbing his tip over my clit? now I remember why I was so mad at him. I could tell he was struggling to hold himself back by the way his fingers dug into my hips. I bucked my hips backwards so he was completely sheathed inside me, eliciting a low groan from zeke. 

he finally gave me what i’d been fantasising for weeks. I was full, in my heart... and in my pussy because Zeke was ramming his dick into me with like his life depended on it, drawing out loud moans and gasps from my salivating mouth. “you gotta keep it down doll face or everyones gonna hear you.” he huffed in my ear. I'd be surprised if no one had heard us already, the only noises in the room being the fast pace sound of skin slapping against skin and the lewd noises coming from both of our mouths. one arm snaked around me and found my neglected bundle of nerves, making me groan in ecstasy. he shoved 2 fingers in my mouth silence me, now pounding me against the sink mercilessly. I looked up into the mirror through watery eyes to meet Zeke’s carnal gaze. what a sight to behold, me bent forward, tantalisingly sucking on his digits, Zeke’s brow furrowed in concentration as he rails me one arm working feverantly between my quivering legs. 

“you like that slut? this is what you wanted right? to be fucked like the whore you are by me, and only me” he whispered in my ear, pulling my head back by my hair too have access to my neck, where he sucked pink and purple bruises into my burning skin. his thrusts became sloppier and his grunts turned into groans, he was close. I came in a trembling mess, a wailingly salacious mess - walls clenching around him, sucking him in. he pulled me up to his chest and massaged my boobs underneath the fabric of my dress “huh-uh-f-fuck...fuck thats it angel make me cum” he choked out in my ear as he emptied his load into my pussy. he rode out his orgasm with a few short thrusts before sliding out of me with a heavy sigh. his seed mixed with my arousal oozed out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the tiled floor. I hung my head and leant forward on the sink, catching my breath whilst Zeke cleaned us up, tenderly wiping the fluids from the inside of my thighs and repositioning my underwear.

“you made quite a mess here” he teases. 

“who’s fault is that” I retort as I smooth my hair down and dab my eyes. I pivot to face Zeke who steps closer to me to place calloused hands on my hips. we stand like that for a while, just staring at each other while I gingerly wiped the sweat from his forehead. he gave me a small smile and tilted my head up to place a tender kiss on my lips. this was the most affectionate I'd ever seen him, with like - anyone. maybe it was that post nut clarity...

“you need to go back down, people are gonna miss you” he tells me quietly. I nod as I pull down my dress and straighten out the hem. “you keep wearing dresses like this I won't be able to contain myself doll face” I take another look in the mirror and smile internally. ‘I look like I just got railed into oblivion” I think to myself, Zeke looks more incriminating than i do, cheeks and lips flushed pink, as well as an increasingly large bruise growing on  the side of his neck.  “are gonna you come?’ i ask.

“I already came doll face remember?” he grins mischievously, flashing his perfect teeth. I roll my eyes but can’t help feeling hot at the memory. “don’t get cocky, and don't call me doll face”

[kagsangel]

you get what you deserve prof!Reid & fem!reader

summary: reader is a student in professor reid’s class and they never got on despite reader being one of his best students. one day reader challenged reid in front of class and embarrasses him, pissing him off. calls reader to his office after hours to punish her

warnings: dom spencer, age gap (15 years), angst, degradation, strong language, slight verbal abuse, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, edging

word count: around 3-4k i didn’t count lol

this is part 1 of a 3 part professor reid series

i groan internally as i watch professor reid slink into the lecture hall, late. i was hoping he was called away on a case and class would be cancelled, i wasn’t in the mood to be lectured on things i’d learnt last year. i adjusted myself in my seat as he pulled out his books, mentally and physically preparing myself for the boredom the next hour and a half would bring. he begins to address the room-somethings different, he’s not as chirpy and excited as he usually is. his voice, it sounds strained, almost as if he...doesn’t want to be here ? i cock my head to the side trying to profile his mood today, debating whether to piss him off yet again just for the fun of it or give this poor man a rest. piss him off.

we’re only 10 minutes into the lecture where he makes his first mistake. “errr professor?” i quip, “shouldn’t you replace x with y and rearrange the equation, you know, for the sake of expediency?” i shoot him a sickly smile, sweet enough to rot his perfect teeth. he stares at me hard, trying to figure out if i’m just messing with him or if he actually made a mistake. professor reid took a deep breath and spoke in an overly professional tone, “there’s no need to be expedient if we’re not against the clock is there now” he replied, forcing a smile so stiff not even the largest hammer on earth could change its shape. i felt like pushing my luck today, if he hasn’t done anything to me by now he definitely won’t...right? “everything we do is against the clock, we could all drop dead any second” i started “some more than others old man ”

the few people around me heard and chuckled, i smirked from my comfortable back corner hoping that i’d struck a nerve. reid’s eyes narrowed in on me, a blonde eyebrow arched its way upwards challenging me. “care to repeat that for everyone for the room young lady?” he spoke slowly, careful to not let his voice waver despite the anger coursing through his prominent veins in his arms. “oh me? no i didn’t say anything professor, your way is probably better anyway” i responded with fake tenderness. he gazed at me with the most blank expression on his angelic face. he continued his speech for a couple more seconds, before i so snarkily added “you losing your hearing and your sense old man?” loud enough to reach the ears of the majority of the room.

professor reid’s face suddenly dropped its filter, now displaying his internal emotions, anger and frustration. he slammed his piece of chalk down on the desk so hard it shattered into mere molecules. a silence quieter than death blanketed the room instantaneously. “alright, since you’d rather spend your time in this class making half hearted insults to tickle your obviously extremely large ego rather than learning, you can come back tonight and re do the entire lecture on your own with me.” he projected loudly. he was not happy, time to poke the bear i guess. “you realise you just contradicted yourself...professor,” i remarked, earning a collective ‘oooooooooo’ from my peers. “my office, 6 o’clock. now get out.” professor reid bellowed.

i knew he would be there until at least 8pm, so i didn’t bother showing up until 7:35. i knocked on the glass pane of the heavy door once before i heard a a gruff voice tell me to enter. i walked into the room slowly, shutting the door behind me. standing in front of his large mahogany desk i feasted my eyes on the beautiful sight before me; spencer reid, sat leaning back in his wide chair, legs ajar, blonde curls tousled, rolled up sleeves with the veins in his arms fighting to be seen on the surface of his skin, a loose tie and the top 2 buttons of his shirt undone...exposing the smooth skin underneath. his face was illuminated by the soft yellow glow of his standing lamps on either side of the desk, casting a warm glow on his features. i exhaled mentally.

“sit down” he barely moved an inch. maybe i pushed him too far because he looks vexed. i strolled round to the front of his desk, perching myself on the edge of it, directly in front of him. he chuckled lightly to himself, “you’re just such a brat aren’t you. can’t seem to follow simple instructions.” he said in a low voice, a small grin spreading across his face. “i follow the directions that are worth my following” i retorted, hitting him with one of my sweet smiles again. he stood up abruptly, towering over me, throwing long shadows around the glowing ambience of the room. he stared down at me with a look of such distaste and contempt on his face it almost hurt. almost.

“oh what so you think i don’t know what game you’re playing? you think i haven’t met little whores like you before? girls who think they’re so brave and so different from their peers because they don’t faun over me the way the others do? lemme tell you a little secret about yourself you don’t even know sweetheart. when you go home after a long day of making a fool of yourself in front of the person deciding your grades this semester, you feel empty and lost. you tell yourself you’re having an off day and maybe your try to fill the emptiness with ice cream, alcohol or meaningless sex, but in the end you’ll never know why you feel this way because you’re nothing but a dumb needy slut whose incapable of behaving like the mature adult she so proudly thinks she is” he explained, slightly out of breath.

we stared at each other for a while, each waiting for the other to react. we were so close to eachother, my legs parted wide to accommodate him between them. he still stood towering over me, face inches from mine, my head tilted upwards. he was waiting too. he knew i would have to react, that i’m too opinionated to let that slide. so for once i’m going to behave like the adult he says i’m not. it wasn’t a good idea for either of us to let it go further anyway, considering my serious commitment issues and his obvious affection deficiency. i placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed him far back enough for me to slide off the desk and stand to take my leave. i moved towards the door but felt a hand grip my wrist and drag me backwards.

professor reid swooped me into a kiss so hungry and feverant, so passionate and aching, i nearly passed out. his tongue dipped into my mouth almost immediately, he tasted like mint chewing gum and coffee. he breathed into the my mouth, refusing to let me come up for air for fear that i’d change my mind. I slinked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer into me, my hands exploring and tugging at his soft blond curls. he moaned deeply, further increasing the puddle of arousal that had formed beneath my underwear.

he pulled away for a second, leaving me breathless and needy. i whined and traced my fingers in swirly patterns on the back of his neck, pleading with my eyes for him lean down to kiss me again.

he looked at me intensely, maybe trying to figure out if this is what he wanted, to mess around with a student, a student who’d cost him hours of research and irritation trying to figure out if her unnecessary and impolite facts she so rudely interrupted his flow with were correct. ‘so beautiful’ he thought to himself, ‘and such a bitch’. he was careful not to let his thoughts show on his face, though it proved difficult. the professor was so infatuated and entwined with her and her everything it was hard for him not to melt right there. reid zoned back in when he felt her hand trace gentle patterns on the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. the look she gave him, silently pleading for him to continue, looking so needy and so demanding, it irritated him, but he loved it so much.

professor reid slowly dipped his head down level with mine, allowing me to lean in and reinitiate the kiss. slower and deeper this time, wanting to savour everything about him and this moment. his large veiny hands trailed down my chest, gripping a single breast whilst he moved his tender kisses down my neck and into my collarbone. i moaned softly in his ear, so breathless from the sheer lust and passion of it. his hands dropped to my thighs, squeezing them so hard i was sure it would leave bruises. he parted my legs even more, to get better access to my throbbing centre that ached for him so badly. he slipped a finger underneath the waistband of my trousers, then my underwear, running a long digit across my pussy to gather up all that was waiting for him. he chuckled lightly, “all of that for me and i’ve barely touched you, what else could i have expected from a whore like you?” he whispered into my collarbone, where he continued to leave bruises and bite marks. he removed his finger, sending me into a frenzy. i shuffled closer to his veiled erection in his slacks, desperate to get some friction down there.

“uh uh uh pretty girl not yet” said reid. “off. now” he wanted me off his desk and on the carpeted floor. of course i didn’t listen, only cocking my head to the side as if i didn’t understand and shooting him the puppy dog eyes. he gripped my upper thighs and pulled me close. i didn’t have time to embrace him before he slid me off the desk and dropped me on the floor in front of him. now on my knees, face to face with the large bulge in his slacks, i knew what he wanted.

his dick popped out of his boxers with ease, bobbing against his bellybutton. i took him in my hand and pumped a few times. he was looking down at me, i knew he loved this position-him on top me in the bottom. i swiped the precum off his tip with my thumb, causing him to wince beautifully. my head began to bob up and down gently, teasing him. i revelled in the way he felt in my mouth, the bitten back moans and escaped curses as i hollowed my cheeks. a hand found it’s way into my hair, gripping the back of my head firmly. it was mesmerising , the way he shoved my head in and out on his swollen dick, the noises i made when he went a little to rough, making me gag on his length. i gazed up at him in adoration, feeling myself get wetter and wetter with each “fuck, uh-that’s it angel” and “wider slut” that left his heavenly mouth. by the time he was finished with me, saliva and semen dripping down my chin, lips swollen and pink from the abuse they’d so willingly received, i was rocking back and forth on my heel just to get some release.

with the pad of his thumb he wiped the remnants of our encounter ever so gently off my chin, before prying my mouth open implying he wanted me to suck the rest of it off. i moaned into his finger, so enthralled by this subtle yet sexually infuriating act i didnt know whether i wanted to slap him or fuck him right there. “you were thirsty for that weren’t you, trouble” he grinned. he wouldn’t touch me and it was driving me crazy. this teasing and edging wasn’t going to stop until he had had his fun with me-and i knew full well he was going to make me pay for all those times i pissed him off in lectures, in the worst way imaginable.

this was the most chilled i’d ever seen him in my two years of having him as a lecturer. he leaned back in the great mahogany cushioned chair, his slightly unshaven face and his razor sharp cheekbones illuminated in the soft yellow light of his lamp. his dick still stood erect against his happy trail, as if it were waiting for me to come and relieve the built up tension. “what?” it was more a statement than. a question. the harshness of his tone stung a little. after everything that just happened, he discards of me like trash. the only thing i can do is stand there in front of him, semi-frozen to the spot with disbelief and revelation.

“i’m not sure why you’re still standing here, expecting something. what, you wanna trophy for being a slut? you get what you deserve sweet cheeks, now get out.” that stung. he scoffed coldly as he began to tuck himself away. there was absolutely no way for me to play this off cooly and once again professor reid was two steps ahead of me. he made sure that i’d look like a fool, like a naïve little girl by the time he was done with me. it was humiliating. i spun on my heel and walked slowly out of the room. “paper due on monday!” i heard him call after me.