Entering the gym late in the evening, long after everyone else has gone home, you find Coach Ukai cleaning up. Usually, the coach has the team do it, but tonight something told him to let them leave early. And when he spots you- one of the teachers- entering the gym, he can safely say he’s glad he did so.
You and Keishin have known each other a long time. Went to school together, graduated together, and now you technically work together many years later. Keishin has had a crush on you for many of those years even if you both were never technically friends. Yet that crush never went anywhere since he was too afraid to confess. And you never said anything either, so he only assumed you didn’t feel the same.
Yet with you now ushering him into the supply closet, he realizes he was wrong.
“I should’ve done this years ago.” You tell him just before pressing your lips to his. The kiss steals his breath away, eyes wide in disbelief. It takes him a moment to process that you’re actually kissing him before he starts kissing back, groaning into your mouth as you press him against the wall.
He’s so lost in you that he doesn’t complain when you pull his shirt off, your own following shortly after. He doesn’t complain about the chances of a different teacher entering, or even a student passing by. If anything, it makes him harder knowing there’s a chance the two of you could be caught.
And you seem to notice as you cup him through his jeans making him let out a deep moan, caught off guard by the sudden action. “Look at you.” You tease, begin to kiss and nip at his neck. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re practically leaking.”
He can’t help but to whimper when you unbutton his jeans, pulling them midway down his thighs alongside his boxers before putting your hand around his cock. The tip is leaking pre just as you said, the tip flushed red. You coo mockingly at him as you slowly stroke him, asking if he’s going to finish just from your touch. And he’s embarrassed to think that he just might.
Thankfully you pull away before he can.
Instead, you spin him around, forcing him to lean on his hands against the wall. His face flushes deep red when he feels you groping his ass, spreading his cheeks to get a good look at his pink hole. When your saliva suddenly hits the puckered skin he flinches, not used to the feeling.
As embarrassing as it is to admit, he’s still a virgin. That’s not to say he doesn’t have any experience at all, considering he owns a multitude of toys that he’s uses quite regularly. He’s just never been with another person. But he will admit that he’s beyond glad you’ll be his first. It’s what he’s always wanted.
A loud moan leaves him the second you push a finger into him, catching him off guard. You warn him to keep it down, telling him that there’s still other people in the school and that you could be caught. That only makes him moan louder, especially when you push a second finger in and begin scissoring.
“Please.” Keishin begs, pushing his ass back towards you. He’s panting heavily, face flushed as he tries not to fall apart too fast just from your fingers alone. “Please, I’m ready. Just put it in already.”
You chuckle, pulling your fingers from him and giving his ass a light slap. “Very well, since you asked so nicely.”
The sound of your zipper lowering sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine and he wants nothing more than to turn around to get a good look at you. Instead, he’s surprised by you putting your hand up to his mouth, ordering him to spit. When he does, you take your hand back, wrapping your hand around your cock and stroking a few times to get it wet with his saliva.
“We have no lube, so this’ll have to do. Let me know if it hurts too much and I’ll stop, okay?” He nods in reply despite knowing he’ll never tell you to stop. Not when he’s finally getting what he’s wanted.
Despite having experience with toys, Keishin still winces a bit as you begin to push in, the intrusion burning a bit. He adjusts his hand placement on the wall to avoid falling face first into it as you shallowly thrust in and out of him, slowly stretching him on your cock.
“Almost there.” You tell him, placing a kiss to his shoulder as you continue to thrust until you manage to bury yourself to the hilt. Once fully inside, you stop moving, letting him fully adjust. You don’t move until he pathetically whines, pushing his ass back as he silently begs you to continue.
Chuckling, you place another kiss to his shoulder before doing as he wants. You pull almost completely out until just the tip is left before pushing back in, pulling a deep moan from him. Your thrusts start out slow before building up speed until your hips are practically slamming into his ass. Each thrust is rewarded a pathetic moan from Keishin who feels as if he’s in Heaven as your cock slams against that amazing little spot inside of him.
“Close.” Keishin chokes out through a moan. You respond by reaching around him, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping it in rhythm with your thrusts. He grows closer and closer, tightening around you so much that it’s almost impossible to pull fully out.
When you push fully in to the hilt before finishing inside him, Keishin cries out, finishing on your hand that you cupped around the head of his cock just in time. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes to catch your breaths before you raise your hand towards his lips.
“Clean it.” You order, making him whimper yet obey as he begins licking his own spend from your palm. Once your hand is fully clean you pull out of him, placing one last kiss against his back before moving to get dressed. Once clothed you help him get dressed as well, knowing he’s going to feel a bit weak in the legs after that. Once he’s dressed and standing you pull him close, giving him a soft peck. “Next time, let’s do it somewhere more private so we can be as loud as we want, okay?”
And he readily agrees, excited that there’s going to be a next time.
Being forced to wear long gowns that constrict your movements and show off far more of your body to old perverted men than you’re comfortable with. Forced to wear heels that give you blisters not even an hour after wearing them, your poor toes scrunched up inside.
But the worst part is the socializing.
Chatting with rich and elite men and women who quite frankly wouldn’t give you the light of day if they saw you elsewhere. Because at the gala you look rich. You look like you belong. But outside of those doors you’re no more than a normal civilian.
The only reason you’re even there is because you’re the secretary of one of the richest companies in all of Gotham, and your boss likes having you there to listen to conversations that wouldn’t happen around him. You’re his eyes and ears at galas, listening for any and all rumors that can benefit your boss.
You’ve been to dozens of lavish parties because of him.
Yet this is the first time you’ve managed to catch the eye of the infamous Bruce Wayne.
Perhaps it’s the barely concealed displeasure on your face, or it’s the way you easily fit in with people you despise. Either way, his attention has been drifting towards you all night.
He knows who you are, of course. Bruce isn’t dumb enough to attend a party without knowing everything about every person in attendance. And out of every person there, you’re the most interesting.
A beautiful woman, certainly. But it’s the way you use it to your advantage. Getting close to disgusting old businessmen, lightly flirting until they spill all their little secrets in attempts to impress you. And then walking away after getting what you want, completely ignoring their obvious offers to go elsewhere. Even when money is offered you show no interest. And that’s more than can be said about a majority of the women that attend these parties.
When you leave the room to take a break, Bruce can’t help but to follow a short distance away. And when you enter a secluded room at the end of a random hallway, he enters right after you, shutting the door behind you both.
“Mr. Wayne?” You question in surprise when you see him. You’ve never spoken to him before. Actually, this is the first time you’ve attended a gala that he bothered showing up to. Usually he doesn’t waste his time.
“You looked about as done with that party as I feel.” Bruce walks forward, stopping less than a foot away from you as he sets his glass of champagne on the desk that’s currently preventing you from backing away. “I’m sure you’d rather be somewhere else, correct?”
“I’m sure anyone would want to be anywhere else if they were constantly being hit on by old men who have nearly as many wrinkles as they do cash in their pockets.”
That actually gets a chuckle out of him. “And me?”
“You?” You repeat, not quite sure what he means.
“If I hit on you, will you want to leave?”
You pause, surprised at the question before looking at him. Your eyes roam his features as you let out a thoughtful hum. “Well, you certainly don’t have very many wrinkles, and I’m quite certain even if you did it wouldn’t nearly amount to however much is currently in your pocket. Out of every man here, you’d have the best chance.”
“Good.” Bruce steps closer, boxing you in at the desk as he places his hands against it, leaving you stuck between his arms. “Then I suppose I should take my chance while I have it.”
Your breath hitches slightly in surprise when he leans forward, pausing for just a slight second before he presses his lips to yours. The kiss starts slow like he’s giving you the chance to pull away, and when you don’t he seems pleased, smiling a bit into the kiss as he presses further. You’re chest to chest, your hands moving to grip his shoulders as you try to keep from toppling backwards over the desk as the kiss grows more intense.
When his tongue swipes across your lower lip, you allow them to part. He tastes sweet like the champagne, something you yourself didn’t indulge in.
His hands move from the desk to your hips, effortlessly picking you up and setting you on top of it. The skirt of your dress bunches up in his hands as he pulls it up your body, allowing your legs to fall open for him to settle between them. You can’t help but to let out a breathless moan when he presses against you allowing you to feel his hard length through his slacks.
With your dress fully out of the way, he moves your underwear aside before swiping his fingers through your slick heat, feeling how wet you are. His rough fingers press against your clit, giving it a few light rubs before dipping down to press to your entrance. His middle finger pushes into you first, pumping slowly before adding another finger. His long fingers reach deep pressing against that delicious spot inside of you, and you can’t help but to whimper against his lips.
When Bruce pulls his fingers away you nearly whine but manage to refrain as you feel him step back just far enough to begin unbuckling his belt. The second his zipper is pulled down and his cock is free from its confines he steps forward again, rubbing the heated tip through your slick lips before pressing in.
The moan that leaves you is loud, and if it didn’t feel so good you’d almost feel embarrassed about the chances of being caught. But something about the risk of it all makes it even better, your cunt clutching around him the second he’s buried to the hilt.
Each shift of his hips leaves you both breathless, his cock grinding against your walls perfectly. The fluttering wet heat around him nearly drives him mad as his thrusts begin to pick up, his hips colliding against you in harsh jolts. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan and his fingers dip harshly into your hips as he moves you against him.
When you fall backwards against the desk he follows, leaning over you and pressing kisses to your throat and chest. Your hand rakes through his tussled dark hair pulling him even closer, his name leaving your lips in a breathless moan. You can feel that familiar feeling in your abdomen, your eyes fluttering as you grow closer and closer to your release.
Feeling your walls tightening around him pushes Bruce even closer to his own, his lips moving to press against yours again. You both moan loudly into each other’s mouths as you release, your cunt fluttering wildly around his cock as it milks him completely. Your insides grow hot when he releases inside of you, the white sticky substance beginning to leak out of you the second he pulls out moments later.
Panting, Bruce remains leaning over you, pressing kisses against your skin before standing up and putting himself back in his pants. As he does this you smooth out your own clothes, trying to ignore his spend leaking out of you and soaking your underwear.
You expect him to leave. To tell you to never speak about it before walking out the door. But instead he steps back towards you, fixing the strap of your dress before pulling you in for another kiss. “Let’s get out of here. I don’t think either of us are in the condition to return to the party.”
And despite knowing you shouldn’t, you accept anyways, following him out a back door and to the vehicle waiting for him.
I have quite a few OC’s but I never put them in stories because I know people prefer reader inserts (myself included). But sometimes I get a story idea where the MC is so heavily based off of a character or an OC that it’d be hard to make it a reader insert because there’s a lot of character description that does need to be included for the story, so I end up just not writing the story at all. I have so many OC’s I love and want to write for but idk if anyone would even want them
For the OC Introduction, I’d basically just explain everything about them, include the art I made of them (which, I will admit to being traced from other art because idk how to properly draw and didn’t have money to commission. I made all the art years ago when I was younger), and I’d explain what fandoms they were originally made for
Who should I do my ‘My Life With The Walter Boys’ inspired fic about?
Details:
The MC will be male reader, who will be a cowboy for the JJK and Stranger Things options. Not sure yet for the actual show.
If the actual show is chosen, it will not follow the story line, so the reader will not just essentially be replacing Jackie. Alex and Cole will however still be the love interests.
If you have a different idea in mind, it has to have at least 2 male love interests in it that can be high school age.
Who should I do my ‘My Life With The Walter Boys’ inspired fic about?
Details:
The MC will be male reader, who will be a cowboy for the JJK and Stranger Things options. Not sure yet for the actual show.
If the actual show is chosen, it will not follow the story line, so the reader will not just essentially be replacing Jackie. Alex and Cole will however still be the love interests.
If you have a different idea in mind, it has to have at least 2 male love interests in it that can be high school age.
‘My Life With The Walter Boys’ on Netflix is actually pretty good.
I kinda wanna write a fanfic that’s somewhat similar, but maybe with different characters or for the show itself.
If I did it with different characters though, I wouldn’t really know who and would need some suggestions. My only idea so far has been the batfam but I know next to nothing about them.
I’m thinking of making the love interests as Steve, Billy, and Eddie from Stranger Things.
Obviously the fanfic would be completely different from the show as there’d be no monsters and stuff, and the three of them would be brothers (probably adopted).
‘My Life With The Walter Boys’ on Netflix is actually pretty good.
I kinda wanna write a fanfic that’s somewhat similar, but maybe with different characters or for the show itself.
If I did it with different characters though, I wouldn’t really know who and would need some suggestions. My only idea so far has been the batfam but I know next to nothing about them.
Y’all I can’t find the little back piece to my apple pencil (the round bit covering the charging bit) I hope it isn’t needed for it to be used otherwise I’m screwed 😪
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