Warnings: Smut, sex, soft smut, vague smut, praise and tenderness
A/N: I’ve written again! It’s been a little while, but this was written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club for the Unbirthday 3K Celebration. I wanted to express my love for the HBC. I’ve met some amazing people, people who have become good friends, and I’ve improved and become more comfortable with my writing. Not to mention all the characters I’ve fallen in love with! I love being in this fandom and I love being in this group❤
I chose Charles for this, as he has become my second favorite Sebastian character, (after Bucky!), and I chose the prompt: A person could swim in those eyes. Thank you so much for reading, enjoy!💕
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Charles guides you around the room, your hand in his and his other on the small of your back. The music from the record player floats through the air, he wears your favorite suit, and you wear his favorite dress. Even though it’s just the two of you in your own living room, he gazes into your eyes as if you’re in a room full of people and he only has eyes for you.
His eyes were one of the first things you’d noticed about him. Blue, clear, deep. Like the ocean. A swirling current that carried his emotions and carried you deep into the depths of his soul. You smiled, moving your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck.
“A person could swim in those eyes my love,” you cooed, his smile warming you heart, but a flicker of something more in his eyes sending a spark through you.
“And I could get lost in the beauty of yours.” He dipped you low then, kissing you heatedly and when you stood again his hand seemed to hold you even tighter to himself, almost possesively, his fingers splayed across your lower back.
The next thing you know he’s pressing you down into the bed, strong hands holding you down by your hips as he devours you. Your cries ring out through the house as he makes you come on his tongue, a devilish grin on his face as he licks his lips, kissing his way up your body.
“You’re so divine,” he purrs, his hardness pressing against you, ready to slide in at any moment. You gasp and drag your fingers down his back, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards you, into you, and he pushes inside with a low moan. A moan that is quickly swallowed up as he covers your mouth with his, you sigh against him and rock your hips up to meet his movements. He makes love to you, slowly, intently, deeply, making you come apart again and again. And you do the same for him, he spills inside you with your name on his lips, collapsing over you to curl around you, your limbs tangled together.
Eventually it heats up again, his lips trailing over your skin until you’re begging him again, please. Charles, take what is yours. He does, as you are his, and he is yours. That night he shows you how much he loves you, and you don’t need reminding, but you’d be content to have him show you, over and over again, until the end of time.
A/N: Happy Un-Birthday to @the-ss-horniest-book-club !! And congrats on over 3k!
I decided to whip up a little Dr. Chris Beck and reader for the occasion 😉
Word Count: 732
Warnings: Hot and heavy making out - PG 13
A few weeks after your slightly embarrassing introduction in Astronomy 301, you chanced a meeting with your hot professor. Dr. Beck called you in as your light knock sounded on his door. His grin widened slightly, but you didn’t notice as you fell into the chair in front of his desk. “Thanks so much for seeing me, sir.”
Beck shifted slightly in his chair as the formality but kept his grin. “No problem, y/n.” Beck liked the way your name tasted on his tongue. “How can I help you?”
You slumped back in the seat. “My dissertation. I have no clue where to even start. Everything sounds stupid in my head; the real meaty subjects that sound fun are also going to be so fucking hard.”
Beck bit back his tongue to retort “Not as hard as I am right now.” Instead, he cleared his throat and nodded. “We can put together a list of ideas and work from there. How does that sound?”
“It’s a plan,” you sighed. You chanced a glance at him and bit back a moan. His hair was fluffy and begged for fingers to sift through it. He wore his NASA sweatshirt again that made him appear all cuddly and snuggly. The idea of burying your face into him in that sweatshirt lived in your brain since day one; you had never faced such a delicious temptation in your life and he was getting up from his chair and moving towards you. You straightened up as he sat back on the edge of his desk and crossed his arms. You watched his biceps flex and a small groan escaped your lips.
“You okay there, TA?” His eyes twinkled as his gaze travelled over your face.
“I’m fine,” you answered with what you hoped was a straight face. He uncrossed his arms and placed a hand on either side of your seat, caging you in.
“Just fine?” he teased.
“Y-y-y-yes,” you stuttered, inhaling scents of soap, chalk, and an unrecognizable cologne.
“Well then, let’s get started on that list shall we?” Beck straightened up with a smirk and turned his back, adjusting himself as you gaped at his back.
Thirty minutes later, you stared at the sizeable list the two of you had created. “What’s jumpin’ out at you, TA?”
You held back the word “you,” and managed to spit out “Colonization of other planets.” Beck smirked at the answer.
“You angling to get me to write that for you?”
“Could you?” you joked. “It would make my life so much easier.”
Beck moved from his white board to stand over you. “But then we wouldn't have any time together.” His voice dropped low, the husky tone sending shivers down your spine. You gulped and involuntarily squeezed your thighs together.
“You... you would want more time with me?”
He nodded, caging you once again in your seat. “There's something about you I can't stop thinking about.” His head lowered so you could feel his breath on your face. “I really want to kiss you now.” All you could do was nod; his lips were soft against yours, achingly tender and you thought you would combust. He pulled back, noting your hooded eyes and puckered lips. With a feral growl he lunged forward, the kiss more forceful stealing your breath away. His tongue traced your lower lip; you sighed allowing him in. He delved into your mouth, tasting every inch. A sudden knock in the door startled both of you. You pressed your lips together and smoothed your hands over you hair as Beck adjusted himself before calling out. “Come in!”
His secretary Maria entered. “Your 4 o’clock appointment is here.”
Beck smiled and nodded. “Give is just a moment please to finish up.” Maria smiled and went back to her desk, shutting the door behind her.
Beck ran a hand through his hair. “I want to apologize for that. Are you okay with our choice for your dissertation?”
You smiled for the first time. “I'm not sorry at all that happened. And yes I think it will be fine. I'll make an appointment with Ms. Hill for next week to continue this, if that works for you?”
Beck smiled back and extended his hand as you stood. You took his hand, but he was quick to raise your hand to his lips. “Until next time.”
