"put your tiny hand in mine, i'd love to be your preacher, teacher, be your daddy, anything you have in mind."
aot boys as the older, inappropriate men in your life. ᯓ♡
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, dubcon, power imbalance, hefty age gaps, psuedo-cest (stepdad), daddy kink, spanking, fingering, oral f!receiving, heavy petting, dry humping, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of creampies, inappropriate use of cakes (?), car sex, semi public sex, tipsy sex, blowjobs, slight exhibitionism if you squint real hard
TRIGGER WARNINGS : def some abuse of power/power imbalance, just about all of these scenarios could be interpreted as dubcon, reader has an unstable home life in multiple of these scenarios and also lowkey has some mommy issues sprinkled in </3
includes : eren, armin, jean, reiner, connie, levi, and erwin
word count : 6k (i'm so sorry)
what's playing ♬: father figure by george michael
a/n : i went a lil crazy here and rambled…hehe my bad... i really hope you guys enjoy!
eren is a classic stepdad perv
but that wasn’t his intention to begin with, it just kinda happened
you were already 20 when he met your mom, off doing whatever it is that college girls do
so he didn’t even get to meet you until a few years in — when the wedding planning became serious
from the way your mother described you, he was expecting a rude brat
but instead, there you were, this sweet, shy girl who offered a clammy palm for him to shake
and then eren started to see it
the way your mom picked fights with you
the way she was just so cold to you
it started to make them fight in return
constant arguments over her treatment towards you made them start to push the wedding date further and further away
but eren couldn’t leave, not while knowing he had a sweet thing like you who needed him
he’d come to your room after dinner, and hold your hand while you vented and complained
he tried really hard to be a proper father figure to you, no funny business whatsoever
but his resolve was only so strong for so long
at first you were like a skittish puppy, kicked around too many times to accept kindness without being wary of it
but eren was consistent, you could trust him
you started letting yourself be comfortable around him, started wearing your skimpy pajama sets around him instead of the big ol’ t-shirts and sweatpants you usually had on around the house
it drove him up the fucking wall, watching you saunter down the stairs in those ridiculously tiny shorts and that goddamn tank top that barely held your tits back
he found his golden ticket that would take him straight to hell
he had just finished doing the laundry and was padding into your bedroom to put away your clothes he washed for you
(he definitely did it out of the kindness of his heart and not because he wanted to sniff your used panties)
and he saw it, your diary laying haphazardly on your bed
you were at a friend’s house, you wouldn’t be back until later that night, giving him some time to read a few pages
he knew he was fucked up for this, but he was also fucked up for wanting to fuck his soon to be stepdaughter, so what was one more shitty thing?
he flipped through a couple pages, his heart hurting upon reading about the treatment from your mother
but as he flicked through the pages of around the time you two met, he noticed himself become a recurring topic
at first it was innocent, “mom is introducing me to her fiancé i think his name is eren? i hope he’s nice.”
and then “he’s a very kind man! and handsome too, i like him so far!”
“today eren picked me up from work and took me for ice cream, he’s the best. he makes me really nervous, i don’t know why though.”
“eren is the only person i can trust in this house, tonight he came to my room and held me while i cried about mom. but…part of me hoped that he’d pull me into his lap and hold me that way while i cried, but that feels kind of inappropriate…”
“i had a wet dream about eren. i feel so dirty. i’m trying to tell myself it was just a dream, it means nothing – it has to mean nothing. he’ll be my stepdad soon. i’m going to try and forget about it.”
“eren is the only thing that comes to mind when i touch myself, nothing else turns me on anymore, i’m so screwed.”
and then, the latest entry, “tonight i’m meeting up with a boy, i really hope he distracts me from these feelings i have for eren, wish me luck.”
eren grabbed his phone and checked your location, immediately rushing downstairs to snatch his keys off the hook and jump in his car
he hauled ass getting to you, he pounded on the door relentlessly, until a boy your age answered the door
he pushed past him and demanded you come out
you were shocked to see eren, but he was nothing short of angry
he pulled you by the wrist and dragged you to the car, ignoring that stupid boy calling after you
the car ride was silent, he ignored your attempts at explaining yourself, and all your tearful apologies for lying
you were bent over his lap as soon as you entered your bedroom, your poor ass swatted raw as you sobbed, your legs kicking from the pain
he struck your ass for so long you couldn’t keep up with counting anymore
“what happened to my good girl, huh? where’d she go?” he gritted out, craning his neck down to your beautifully blubbering face
“m’right here,” you hiccupped, body jerking as he slapped the fat of your ass with pure aggression
“really? b’cause i don’t see her. hopefully i will soon.” he said sternly, pressing his palm firmly up against your cunt
you gasped, your body tensing upon the contact
“shut up,” he snapped, grabbing your diary and tossing it on the floor in front of you
“if you need me to take care of you,” he pushed the flimsy crotch of your shorts and panties to the side, dragging up and down your soaked folds, “you fucking ask me, not some little boy.”
he fucked you with his long, thick fingers, curling right up against that sweet little spongy spot inside you, pressing his knee right to your clit
he muffled your moans with his huge palm while he fingered you over his lap
and then when he became impatient, he had you face down ass up in your soft frilly bed, his fat cock abusing your poor cunt
you sucked him in and gripped him like you never wanted to let him go, leaving a milky ring of your arousal around the base of his cock
his hand was wrapped around your throat while he mounted you, grunting above you while he impaled you ruthlessly
“s’this what you wanted – what you needed?” he hissed, shuddering a moan at the tail end of his words, the sound of your wet cunt creaming around him making him twitch inside you
“y-yes ‘ren, thank you,” you sobbed, your response near incoherent with your cheek smushed into the pillow, your brain turning to goop as he bullied his thick length into you, stretching you out in ways you never had been before
“this is my fuckin’ pussy now, you hear me? you only need my cock. repeat it.”
“i-i only need your cock,” you cried, your body thrusted into the bed by the slamming of eren’s hips behind you
“that’s right honey, now be good and let daddy cum in you.”
mr. arlert is your sweet, reliable next door neighbor!
he’s so wonderful, he always lets you come over and use his pool during the summertime
he covers for you when you sneak out, even lets you borrow his car every now and then too
he’s been the one you run to instead of your parents whenever a stupid boy has the audacity to break your heart
he’s there for you more often than your own parents
some people think its weird, how close you are with him, but he always reassures you that people just aren’t used to witnessing genuine kindness
so you thought he’d be a safe person to vent to during one of your sleepovers, about how none of your ex boyfriends just never made you feel a specific type of way
“i-i dunno…maybe its weird to even talk about this, i’m sorry,” you trailed off, hugging one of his pillows close to your chest
he shook his head, reaching out and gently squeezing your forearm
“its never weird, not with me,” he reassured you
“i just…never really got turned on with my exes y’know? we’d do some stuff but i could never get into it and they’d always blame me. call me a stupid prude n’ stuff…”
he got angry at that, those stupid little boys just didn’t know how to treat you the way you deserved, but he did.
“sounds to me they’re immature boys, who didn’t take the time to really understand you or be patient with you. that isn’t your fault sweetheart.”
“but i don’t even know what i like, maybe there is something wrong with me…”
armin’s cock began to stir as his mind went rampant with all the ways he could make you cum…
fuck, this topic was getting dangerous
“no, don’t say that, don’t ever say that about yourself,” he pushed the pillow out of your arms, resting on his knees closer to you now, the bed dipping under his weight when he nears you
he cups your cheeks, peering down at you with a tempting contemplation
“do you want…me to help you?”
and that’s how you ended up with him up against his bedframe and your back safely tucked into his chest, his legs locking yours open while he rubbed your clit
“does that feel good, sweetie?” he asked softly in your ear, his lips grazing your jaw
you just moaned, your head lulling back against his collarbones while he rubbed firm tight circles over your clit
when he didn’t hear you respond, he patted your clit sternly, grabbing your attention
“answer me. so i know you feel good.”
“i-it feels so good, mr. arlert,” you keened, panting heavily
“you’re so wet sweetie, did you ever get this way with those other boys?” he hummed in your ear, his free hand coming up to gently grope at your breast, his cock aching when he felt your lack of a bra
“n-no, never,” you breathed out, shaking your head
he chuckled, the sound rumbling softly behind your back
“figures.” he breathed out, feeling cocky at your answer
“do you want to feel my fingers inside now, sweetie?”
he slid in his middle and ring finger, gripping your hip to keep you from squirming
he pumped you nice and slow, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch himself fuck you on his fingers
“f-feels so much better when you do it mr. arlert,” you whimpered as you turned your head to the side, your nose brushing against his cheek
“that’s what i like to hear, now watch me while i touch you sweetheart so you know how to do it yourself.”
he made you cum twice with his fingers alone, taking advantage of how pliable and limp you were in his arms, and how easy it was to pull orgasms out of you
poor thing, you had been so pent up until you had mr. arlert take care of you
and then he had you sit on his face, urging you to figure out what you like by riding his face
he made you cum so hard like that
one hand traveled up, squeezing your breast under your shirt while the other snuck down beneath his boxers and began palming himself
you bucked your hips over him, grinding your clit against his wet and eager tongue
he lapped your pussy up, moaning into your flesh while he devoured you, ruining you for anyone else who dared tried their luck with you after this
when you had enough, he let you sink back into bed as he held you close, wrapping his arms around your trembling body
he pressed his hips flush against your ass, his lips trailing over your shoulder
“do you wanna learn one more thing, sweetheart?”
he’s your dad’s best friend, and basically your’s too, you always say
he’s so sweet on you, spoiling you rotten despite your parents protesting
he’s always got your back, no matter what
jean isn’t stupid, he knows you’ve got a little crush on him
he thinks it’s real cute, the way you hide behind your occasional teasing and ribbing
but overall, you’re very obedient towards him, and deep down he knows your eagerness to obey stems from this little infatuation you’ve got with him
at first his natural response was hell no, you were only 18 when he first caught on
of course he always thought you were beautiful but you’ve always just been a baby compared to him
not to mention you’re his best buddy from highschool’s kid, naturally you’d be off limits even if you were in your forties
but goddamn you really started filling out more in your 20s
you got a little bolder too
you often took advantage of your height difference with jean, always managing to wear something low cut and revealing when you knew he’d be around, well aware that he’d be granted a perfect view of your perfect tits
and then one night at an ungodly hour, you called jean
“mr. kirstein?” you sniffled and his back went straight in his office chair, his hand squeezing his phone with angst
he responded with your name, his voice riddled with worry
“i’m so sorry but can you pick me up? i’m a party and i don’t… i don’t really wanna be here anymore…”
“send me the address i’m on my way.”
jean probably ran almost every red light that there was to get to you
once he picked you up it was a battle of self control to not stare at you in his passenger seat
the way your stupidly tiny and tight dress bunched around your thick thighs, and how you tried to shyly tug it back down but to no avail
“wanna tell me what happened.” he spoke, glancing over at you
“it’s embarrassing…” you trailed off quietly, picking at your cuticles as your hands rested in your lap
you stayed silent for a long passing beat, staring at your lap for what felt like forever, like you were weighing your options before you sighed, deciding to say fuck it and just be honest
“i… i was playing beer pong. the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted them to do. i lost. and the guy i lost to told me to meet him upstairs..”
“uh huh.” he was gripping the steering wheel hard, pretending it was the throat of whatever idiot you were playing against, his teeth nearly cracking from how hard he was clenching his jaw
“long story short, we started making out and doing stuff… i couldn’t really get into it y’know? so i started to imagine someone else and…um… i-i said your name.”
the car nearly jerked to a stop, his body frozen with a thin layer of cold sweat infecting every inch of his skin at your revelation
“can you say something?” you mumbled, burning humiliation swallowing you whole amidst the heavy silence
“so let me just uh…get this straight, are you saying that in order to get turned on you had to imagine me?”
he exhaled, clenching his jaw as he immediately went to pull over, unbuckling himself from the seat belt and turning to face you head on
“i need you to tell me right fucking now that you don’t want me. tell me i’m too old for you and you’re disgusted at the thought of me touching you.”
you gaped at him, slowly shaking your head once his words fully resonated in your head
“please…” he begged, needing you to reject him before he did something he couldn’t undo
“mr. kirstein,” you unbuckled yourself, leaning across the center console, your hand shakily landing on his knee
he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you hard, groaning in your mouth as his free hand traveled down the nape of your neck, down the curve of your back and around the fat of your ass, gripping it hard
he pulled you into his lap, moaning in your mouth when you settled comfortably on top of him.
he extended his seat backwards, giving you more room as he guided your grinding hips, letting you rut against his fat bulge straining his slacks
his hands fell to your thighs, squeezing you and letting himself fully indulge in you
his fingers soon found your cunt, rubbing you over your panties
you were so fucking wet just from a little kissing
you took his hand and guided it beneath your panties, whimpering against his lips, pleading with him to touch you
he tilted his chin down, staring at his hand tenting into your panties, the sound of your wet cunt clicking from how fucking soaked you were filling his ears
he sunk his fingers into you, groaning when you bucked your hips against them, rocking over his long digits
when you couldn’t take it anymore, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, you found yourself in his backseat, bouncing stupidly on his fat cock, pretty breasts getting bruises sucked into them by his warm mouth
“f-fuck, my sweet girl, my sweet sweet girl,” he groaned mindlessly into your chest, kissing you over your heart
“pussy is so fuckin’ perfect, jus’ listen,”
and he curled his palm over your mouth, silencing your loud moans to make you hear your own cunt getting fucked raw
“gonna cum in you, gonna make you crawl into your cute lil’ bed tonight full of my cum baby — now beg me for it.”
mr. braun is your best friend’s dad
but he insists on you just calling him reiner, he’s a cool dad after all
he’s a divorcee, or well, about to be
his bitch of an ex wife must be clinically insane to have cheated on a fine specimen like him
you would’ve never done that to him
you swear you’d be so good to him, and sometimes you wonder if he thinks the same
he can’t, he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, you’re his daughter’s best friend
he could easily be your father
but he’s not, and you try really hard to remind him of that but he can’t seem to catch a hint
he thinks you’re such a good girl, completely unsuspecting of the desires you harbor for him
you’re so sweet, you come by to check up on an old man like him even when your friend isn’t home
what 20 something year old does something so kind!
(the one that wants her bff’s dad to fuck her stupid)
you were taking a culinary course at your university, and reiner had been reaping the benefits of it
you made it a habit to come by and drop off your latest confectionaries, nearly pavlov’ing reiner into getting hungry whenever you’re around
and then on one sunny afternoon, you swung by, pretty sundress hugging your body, little kitten heels adorning your pedicured feet, with a strawberry cake frosted with chocolate whipped buttercream in hand
reiner nearly dropped to his knees at the sight, wondering how on earth he got so lucky
you sat on the kitchen island, legs dangling casually while he stood beside you, cutting a slice for himself onto a plate, moaning with delight at the taste
“goddamn, honey you’ve got a real knack for this y’know that?”
“you flatter me, mr. braun,”
“mm-no,” he shook his head, chewing down his bite, “call me reiner, mr. braun makes me feel old.”
you smiled, shrugging while leaning forward, gently swiping away the frosting in the corner of his lips
“who said being a little older was such a bad thing?”
his breathing stuttered in his throat along with his heart in his chest, his eyes widening as he laughed nervously
he stepped back, turning away so you couldn’t see the way he got incredibly flushed at that, reaching into his fridge to grab a water
“you’re too sweet, honey.”
when he turned back around, you were staring at him in a way that would make better men than him weak.
despite better judgment, he still walked back towards you
“reiner,” you said softly, alluringly, with a slight tilt of your head
you leaned upwards, attempting to latch your lips to his
he almost met you with his own, groaning begrudgingly before pulling away, shaking his head
“n-no shit, i-i can’t i’m sorry honey it-it’d be beyond wrong.”
you frowned, nearly pouting as you hopped off the counter, cornering him against the fridge
“don’t you think im pretty?” you asked quietly, eyebrows drawn with an insecure concern
he softened, his hands coming up to gently squeeze your arms, nodding in earnest
“oh of course i do, but it isn’t about that i just—“
“then why won’t you kiss me?”
his ex wife had made him feel so unattractive and undesirable, despite the fact that he frequently attended the gym and made efforts in maintaining his physique
but you? you made him feel recognized in all his efforts, even the ones beyond his physicality
so maybe indulging in his daughter’s best friend was something he could treat himself to, just this once
he hauled you up in his big strong arms, hoisting you back onto the counter, standing between your thighs
he kissed you hard, and you moaned desperately, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and pulling him in closer to you
he pushed you back onto the counter, acting with reckless abandon, tugging the sweetheart neckline of your dress, reaching over and swiping the frosting from off the cake you brought and smearing it across your tits
he bent down and mouthed all over your chest, making a complete sweet mess of you
you tugged at his hair while he licked you up, whimpering as you felt him rock his hips against you
he was so impatient, he couldn’t hold back from hiking your dress up and pushing your panties to the side
he fished himself from out his trousers and boxers, slapping his fat cock over your tummy
you gasped at the sight, your mouth going dry as you realized taking him might be a bigger feat than you expected
“look at what you do to me, honey..” he groaned, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, dragging himself up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal over his fat tip
he swirled over your clit a few times, swallowing hard at the way you whimpered his name every time he did it
he caught you off guard and pushed in, shivering at your tightness
he slid in so easily, you were so fucking soaked
he fucked you with everything he had, releasing all the pent up desire he’d been keeping to himself, into you
he buried his face in your chest, licking and nipping and sucking at your skin while he pounded away into you
you trapped him inside you, locking your legs around his hips while he held you firmly, holding you tight so you didn’t fall off the counter from how hard he thrusted into you
“goddamn,” he grunted into your skin, kissing his way back up to your mouth
“feeling good honey?” he’d utter against your lips, feeling his heart race with satisfaction when you’d whimper and nod, dazed over his cock
poor reiner hasn’t gotten laid in he didn't even know how long, and ended up cumming earlier than he would’ve liked
he was so embarrassed, sliding out of your sopping cunt, apologizing repeatedly
you truly didn’t mind, even though you hadn’t cum yet, reassuring him gently that it was fine
but he couldn’t have that
he swiped a chunk of cake once more, lowering himself between your thighs and smearing the dessert over your leaking cunt, dripping from his cum
“lemme just clean you up, honey.”
mr. springer — or connie, is your dad’s business associate
your dad wanted to keep a close eye on you right out of college, wanting to make sure you didn’t stray off and lose yourself in a dead end job
so what better way to keep track of you and not let you embarrass him or your family name than by scoring you a job at his firm!
it’s so boring and draining sometimes you wonder if it really is sucking the life out of you
he was such a nice rift in the mundanity at your job
he’d hang around your desk, bring you coffee and sneak you snacks from the exec’s rec room, knowing that theirs was far better than what the sad little break room that the lower entry workers had
he always tried to convince your dad to lighten up on you, and despite his efforts usually ending in vain, it still meant a lot to you knowing you had someone in your corner
he’d even take you home after work sometimes, or pick you up, iced coffee in tow of course to make the morning more tolerable
especially when you had to attend the god awful company christmas party
a bunch of old boring farts discussing their boring lives at a boring party no one wanted to be at
you were getting your head chattered off by a random old man who worked below your father, rambling on about things that you couldn’t care less to hear about
and as always, connie swooped in and saved you, politely tugging you along under the polite guise of “sorry, her dad’s lookin’ for her.”
he tucked you away into the safety of his spacious office, pressing the button under his desk to draw the curtains across his glass doors.
“nah. i just don’t like seeing you suffer.”
you weren’t sure if it was the couple of drinks you managed to sneak from the open bar or if it was the way he was looking at you that made you so bold, but you sat at the corner of his desk beside him, peering down at him in his chair
“why’re you so nice to me connie?”
“does there have to be a reason?” he asked, resting his chin against his knuckles
you shrugged, shaking your head. “no. but… i’d like there to be.”
“you’d like there to be?” he repeated slowly, letting the weight of your words ring in the air, trying to give you an opportunity to wave off the thickness in the air and blame the couple of drinks in your system for the way you ‘mispoke’
“yeah.” you confirmed and goddamnit, you swatted away his offer and in return half of his restraint
he said your name warningly, but you slid off his desk and into his lap, straddling him
you rubbed your clothed clit over his dress pants, hiking your modest dress in a not so modest way, whimpering into his neck
he gripped your hips, unable to stop himself from rolling up to meet your ministrations
“you’re such a fucking tease,” he uttered in your ear, groaning lowly as he groped your ass, squeezing you hard
you giggled, kissing at his jawline
“i’d only be a tease if i wasn’t willing to give you more,” you murmured in his ear, tilting your face until your lips brushed against each other’s
he eliminated the space between you two and kissed you hard
you could taste the champagne on his tongue and grapes from the charcuterie board, moaning as you ground your hips against his, snaking your hand between your bodies to palm his cock over his pants
before you knew it, you were bent over his desk, his papers and office supplies scattered across the floor as he fucked you
his body hunched over yours, his thick cock filling your cunt so good as he pivoted in and out of you, your slickness starting to stain the crotch of his pants
“should make you my secretary, ‘could fuck you like this anytime i wanted,” he grunted in your ear, pulling a deep whimpery moan from the depths of your chest, burying his cock deeper into you for emphasis
you grinded your clit against the edge of his desk while he slammed his hips against your ass, staining the table with your arousal
“fu-fuck, you’re so deep,” you cried out, covering your mouth with your palm
he grabbed your arm and pinned it behind your back, using it as leverage to fuck into you harder
“nah i wanna fuckin’ hear you, go ahead, make some noise, make the party for everyone a little more interesting you slut.”
professor ackerman…😵💫😵💫
captain hardass of the ss hardass.
he still does that shit that your elementary school teachers did where he makes everyone pick up one piece of trash in the class before they can leave
he’s extremely particular about the way his class functions, and isn’t afraid to straighten anyone out if he sees it fit
he honestly scared the shit out of you for like a solid three months
however you were actually one of his favorite students, but you’d never know that because his face hardly ever cracks out of the same stare he gives everyone and his voice rarely straying away from anything but monotone
but he saw how hard you tried, how you put effort into participating and asking questions
he saw lot of potential in you
and when he started to notice your work get turned in later and later and the overall decline in quality, he had you stay after class one day
he dropped your essay onto the desk before you, crossing his arms
you couldn’t get yourself to divulge much, too embarrassed to tell him about your home life and how hard it was for you to stay on top of your schoolwork
“listen,” he exhaled, leaning down towards you, his index finger pressed to your paper
“i know you. i know you’re better than this. and i don’t just mean with your assignments. you’re bright, don’t let yourself fizzle out before you can even reach your peak.”
his words lit a spark back into your heart, worsening the embarrassing crush you already had on him
“don’t thank me, i am somewhat responsible for the decline in your work as well. i obviously need to improve as your professor to help you succeed. it isn’t just on you or whatever outside outliers there may be. from now on we’ll have some one on one sessions after class.” he didn’t ask, he stated.
you had no idea how you were going to focus studying one on one with him, you already had trouble focusing when you weren’t floundering under the weight and pressure from your parents and other classes, but now you’ll be alone with him??
“y-you really don’t have to—“
he said your name, stern like the sound of a ruler snapping
“if you want to pass this class i’d suggest you relinquish whatever humility and bashfulness you have and just accept the help.”
and so over the course of two months you stayed back after class whenever you had professor ackerman, and your grades began to improve because of it
you had expected him to cease your meetings but he kept speaking as if the routine were meant to be ongoing, never offering an end date to your sessions
he’d began bringing you tea as well, nodding towards it silently before going over the coursework
he was surprisingly patient, never once getting frustrated with you when you struggled to grasp a concept
he quite enjoyed having you to himself like this, which was dangerous, he knew that
he caught himself feeling a twinge of anticipation on the days when he knew he’d see you, and knew he should probably cease the unnecessary contact
your grades were already improving, you didn’t need the extra help
but what if you were to stray off course again?
he had to make sure you remained focused… yeah… that was the reason
but it seemed maybe you were beginning to lose that focus all over again
he caught you loitering outside his class before you were due to meet with him, talking to some fucking boy
you were giggling like an idiot at something he presumed wasn’t even funny to begin with
he said your name, his voice hitting you like a gong, your gaze and attention abandoning the guy you were talking to
his eyes flickered from you to inside his class, wordlessly motioning for you to enter
so you left the guy with a quiet “see you later…” trailing behind levi like a puppy with her tail between her legs.
he shut the door behind you and walked over to his desk with you behind him
“so i see you’re beginning to shift priorities.”
“n-no it’s not that sir, he’s in my other class we were just talking about our assignment,”
“didn’t know assignments could bring about such laughter.”
“i-i don’t think this is really fair..” you mumbled, a slight huff in your voice
his stare had hardened and he leaned forward, catching your eyes once more
“what isn’t fair is you absorbing all of my conference periods so that i can ensure you pass my course. i don’t have to offer extra assistance to you if you’re not going to make proper use of it.”
you felt too much like a scolded child, so you rose from your seat and began making your way to the door again
“fine. then don’t. thanks for your time, sir.”
he slammed the door shut as soon as you opened it, his big palm beside your head
you could feel the heat radiating off of him and scorching you through your clothes
when you turned around he stared at you, his eyes scanning every single part of you that there was, knowing he was possibly jeopardizing his career and standing at the university, his reputation, everything
but he couldn’t help himself, he pressed his lips to yours and kissed you, relief flooding him when you matched his intensity and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him
you stumbled back over near his desk, and he pushed you up against his whiteboard, pulling you by your hips and pressing you against him, letting you feel how much he’s needed you
“you have infuriated me,” he kissed you hard, breathing against your lips when he barely pulls away
“everyday that i’ve seen you. you make everything so difficult,” he groaned, pushing his bulge up against your clothed cunt
“i’m sorry,” you breathed out tearfully, and he scoffed, kissing down your neck
and uncharacteristically, without an ounce of the usual reserve he typically has, he freed himself from his dress pants and pulled your jeans down enough to allow him access to fuck you up against his whiteboard
“god,” he choked out when he slid into your soaking, tight warmth
“this stays between us, understand?” he grunted in your ear, silencing you with his palm over your mouth, sending a hard thrust deep inside you
you nodded, whimpering behind his hand as he took you
“i’ve thought about this so much,” he admitted shakily, panting in your neck, kissing along the exposed skin of your chest while he fucked you, his heavy cock stretching your cunt out
“you make me feel filthy,” he groaned against you, stilling and letting you feel his fat cockhead deep inside you
“it’s only fair i do the same to you.”
he sent you on your way to your next lecture with a fat load of his cum inside you <3
mr. smith is the worlds best boss ever!
he even lets you call him erwin but only when you two are alone
you’re his personal assistant, and you’re well liked amongst your department but simultaneously envied
erwin is kinda soft on you, it’s hard to try and dispute that
none of his assistants lasted longer than 5 months but you? you’re steady on the track of being with him for a year !
initially he wasn’t quite sure what it was about you that drew him to you
maybe because you were just so… earnest?
so honest and sweet without it being fake or overbearing
he could tell you really wanted to make his life easier, and that what drove you was the fact that you made him out to be a better man in your mind than what he truly was
but that’s okay, he can lean into that for you
and after he managed to slowly but surely collect information on your personal life, he realized where your obedience came from
poor baby just wants an older man to be proud of her
oh and he is, you make him so proud every day!
like when he told you the new dress code was pencil skirts and black pantyhose, you didn’t question it, even when you noticed most of the women in the office didn’t seem to abide by it
but it’s okay you just figured you were still doing the right thing
or like when he has you come in and massage his shoulders and rub his temples for him between the intervals of his online meetings with foreign investors, you just figured it was another facet of the job!
or when he would sit you down, and rub your shoulders
and slowly sink to his knees and gently remove your heels, neatly setting them to the side before he’d rest your ankle against his meaty thigh and rub your feet for you
he’s just being a good boss and showing his appreciation to his assistant is all!
“you work so hard for me, dear i assure you, this is the least i could do.”
and when he rises back up to his full stature, standing beside you, not bothering to hide the way he was straining against his trousers, you didn’t mind, you just shyly looked away, offering him silent grace of pretending you didn’t notice it
he’d croon your name softly, dragging your gaze back up to him
and when he leaned in to kiss you, you accepted happily, leaning up in his chair to kiss him eagerly
he pulled you out of his chair and gently pushed you to your knees, cradling your jaw adoringly
“need you to do one more thing for me, dear.”
your hands were grappled around his hips, pretty eyes running with tears as you took his cock down your throat, moaning around his thick length
he was bigger than any of the guys you had been with previously, and he knew that without you saying a word
it filled him with deep pride knowing no one else had hit the back of your throat like he had, completely untouched except from him
his deep groans uttered into the thick air and wafted around you, urging you to keep up with making him feel good despite the stinging in your jaw and the uncomfortable prickles of pain in your knees
he thrusted shallowly into your mouth, shuddering a low breath as he watched you take him to the best of your abilities
his heart soared at the sight of you so beautifully impassioned to suck his cock and make him cum, like it was your sole purpose and duty
“you’re so lovely dear, even like this…so eager to please, expect a raise soon,”. he’d groan thickly, getting lost in a cloud of pleasure, trying his hardest to even his tone
you hummed around his cock, and he nearly fell forward, leaning deeper into you with one palm flat against his desk, the other behind your head
and when you came out of his office, stumbling and limping slightly with a hoarse throat, shyly wiping the corners of your mouth, no one really batted an eye
they just knew erwin was simply indulging in his sweet little assistant and that it wouldn’t be the last time
